Fashion consultant.

I sit in front of my cheese and mushroom omelette (with some of their special honey mustard, my favorite) and it's side dish of salad but as famished as I am and despite my love for it, I can’t help to feel nauseated.

The effect of the Ben Wa Ball only receding minutes after I sat, I barely managed going to brunch without coming in front of my mom, anyone in the mall or worse, without Jessica's permission.

I'm less horny, the food is great but the cause of my present condition is the company I have Jessica and my mom are siting on either side of me, eating their own eggs and chatting like they are old friends.

"You know Mrs Jones, I think I could solve many problems at once." Jessica tells between two bites. " Your daughter has both too many clothes and yet nothing to wear."

"That's a fact !" My mom replies. "All I ever hear is 'mom I have nothing to wear' , 'mom I'm half naked', 'mom we need to buy new clothes' or ' mom people will see my pussy in this t-shirt ' but what can you do about it?"

Between a stunorn mom and a Jessica that can lord over me, I don’t even try to interject.

"As you know, my family and me are well versed both in fashion but also in philanthropy, donating shoes to poor children in less favored countries. If you hire me as a fashion consultant, I could sort all of her clothes out. We'll donate everything unsuitable, too old, too small, too childish or unfashionable; and then I'll help adjust what is left to make it trendier like I did with the t-shirt." She explains.

In my head I can already see empty closets and drawers; only a few skimpy, shredded or downright slutty clothes laid on my bed. I know that an appeal to both fashion and charity is something my mom can't possibly refuse and I believe I won't be consulted on the matter nor will I have a voice in the sorting.

"That is an admirable idea, and so generous of you. But I sadly have to decline it." She tells. For the first time today could there be hope? " You see I probably couldn’t afford the fees of a fashion consultant, we are on a tight budget this month. "

"Oh don't worry about that, it's about making two good deeds, helping both your daughter and those poor children is reward enough. I'll do it for free, can I come tomorrow morning around nine? It's a Sunday so we'll have all-day to do it."

My mom is delighted and of course accepts, thanking her profusely for her help after she even lends us her phone to call for our door to be unlocked.

Mom pays for the eggs with the emergency credit card we keep in the car for gas (the same she used to buy me the heel less shoes) and we can go home.

On the way back I am the center of attention, not even my mom's massive tits in her skimpy nightie distract a single male in sight from me.

My outfit is scandalous, my walk awkward, my face red and I hold for my life on the small bit of paper with Jessica's number trying not to orgasm before I get home and to my phone to call her for permission.