Changing costume 2

"Why not, Jack? It’s fabric. Generic schoolgirl stuff." He kept his voice reasonable, almost bored. A good strategy. "Unless you’ve got some weird hang-up about seeing your mom look... youthful? I thought you would be happy seeing your mom re-live her youth."

Jack froze. Any protest died in his throat because Samir was....right. Part of him recoiled at the thought of his voluptuous mother squeezed into Allie's tiny uniform. Another part, the unknown, deeper and dirtier, pictured it too vividly.

Jenny’s massive tits stretched the white blouse buttons, the pleated skirt riding high on her thick thighs. He swallowed hard, unable to speak.

Samir seized the hesitation. "Allie," he commanded softly, "you should go and help Jenny change."

She nodded, and both of them jiggled their asses away to the laundry room where the uniform was. He wanted to be the one to strip Jenny, but something told him this was not the time.

Samir turned toward Jack, who was staring at the doorway where Allie and Jenny had left. His expression was conflicted. His fist tightened as he glanced at Samir. Angry at him, but for what? How did he end up like this? He was not sure. What should he even yell at Samir for?

Jack sighed and sat back down on the couch. He tried hard not to stare at the family photo above the TV cabinet. But he did. The photograph felt different to him now. Jenny looked clearer and hotter.

Suddenly, a muffled shriek echoed from the laundry room, followed by Jenny’s flustered voice: "Allie, honey, pull harder! It's, oh! Is it stuck? What was I thinking..."

Samir and Jack jerked their heads towards the sound. Both of them are now standing in front of the closed door.

"You guys ok?" Jack asked awkwardly, trying hard not to imagine his mom half-naked on the other side of the door.

"Oh, honey, I think this dress is too tight for me, the shirt is not fitting at all," Jenny replied, clearly struggling to fit her overflowing tits in the two-size small uniform.

Samir pressed his ear against the door, picking up Jenny’s breathless grunts and the frantic snagging of fabric. He then cautiously suggested, "Maybe you should try it without the Bra?"

Inside, Allie's hesitant voice followed, "Samir... might be right? On TV... models wear stuff without bras sometimes?" Jenny hesitated, but Allie’s earnest reassurance cut through her ****: "He knows what he's doing, Jenny. Plus, the skirt already fits perfectly!"

Jack stood frozen beside Samir, knuckles white where they clenched his jeans, torn between protecting his mom’s modesty and a shameful curiosity about what she’d look like spilling out of Allie’s clothes.

When they were about to come out, Samir quickly stopped them, "Wait, I think if we are doing a sexy schoolgirl photoshoot. The panties should also not be visible, right?"

Jack stared at Samir, bewildered. Jenny's muffled voice replied, "Oh, that's true... panty lines could be weird, especially with this short skirt. But I uhh I can't remove them" She was still **** to remove her final line of protection all the way.

Samir understood he had rushed the process. Thinking of an idea for a second, he said, "You don't have to remove them, Jenny. I have a trick that models do all the time. Let me help." He opened the door.

Jack instinctively moved to follow, but Jenny’s voice sliced through his urgency: "No, Jack! Stay there. Samir’s...uhh, helping professionally." Her tone, laced with embarrassment and absurd trust, rooted him to the spot as Samir slipped into the laundry room.

Before slipping in, Samir grinned at him, "Yeah, bro, you don't want to see your mom like that, right?