Let me Help you 2

"Jack Taylor!" she snapped, her voice sharp, her body tensing under that skin-tight dress. "We do not hit guests in this house!" Her eyes blazed with maternal fury, locking onto her son's.

Jack froze, trembling, the fight draining out of him under her disappointed glare. This was one of the few times that he could count on his fingers when his mother shouted at him. The ever-gentle mother who loved him very much was scolding him for a filthy scum like Samir? This was beyond his understanding. In fact, this was not normal; nothing that was happening was normal.

Even Allie, who used to say eww to any unwanted gaze, was allowing Samir to freely roam his hands around her tits, "cleaning and helping", as she said.

"But Mom,"

"Shut up. I'm very disappointed in your behaviour. Samir is helping her, which you should have done first. But instead of thanking him, you tried to punch him? Very disappointed, mister." Jack tried to say something, but Jenny cut him off.

Samir, after seeing that he was safe and Allie wasn't paying attention, continued rubbing her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. He glanced at Jenny, her chest heaving with anger, the cheongsam stretching dangerously over her breasts. The camera hummed in his bag, whispering possibilities. Even he, himself, was shocked at the effectiveness of the camera.

"It's okay, Samir. I think I should change" Allie gently removed His hands from her and calmed Jenny down.

Jenny sighed deeply, her breasts swelling against the silk. "Allie dear, borrow one of my dresses. Jack, apologise to Samir now." Her tone left no room for argument. Jack mumbled a resentful apology, fists clenched at his sides, unable to comprehend why his world was unravelling.

Seeing how Allie was going to change, Samir shifted uncomfortably. "Uhh, Jenny... my pants are soaked too." He gestured to the dark stain spreading across his thighs, a perfect mirror to Allie's predicament.

The sticky fabric clung to his skin, emphasising the bulge straining against his zipper. Due to Allie's soft boobs and wet shirt, he also started getting hard, making the snake-like shape more visible. Jenny's eyes flickered down, then snapped back up, cheeks flushing. Maybe she was embarrassed.

Jack snorted. "Serves you right, dumbass." Jenny shot him a warning glare before turning back to Samir with **** warmth. "Of course, sweetie. Jack has spare sweats you can borrow; let me bring them."

Samir didn't want to be alone with Jack, as for some reason, the powers of the camera weren't being too effective on this asshole. Maybe it was biased towards women? Whatever the case, he hurriedly said,

"Wait, Mrs., no, Jenny! I uh, I will get them, maybe Allie knows too. I'm getting really cold right now."

"Oh-Okk then, Allie, honey, you know where Jack's sweats are, right? Give them to Samir." Jenny told Allie, who was just about to walk out, "Show him where to change to"

Allie smiled a little and nodded, her soaked shirt clinging to her skin as she led Samir down the hall toward Jack's room. The silence stretched thick between them, broken only by the squelch of their wet clothes. Samir kept his eyes fixed on the hypnotic sway of Allie's hips; her ass was almost visible under her slightly damp skirt, swinging from left to right like a pendulum.

Her long legs and meaty thighs, trembling with every step that she took, looked very inviting to the virgin boy.