Pose 2

Jack suddenly lunged forward, his face flushed crimson, almost knocking over a lamp. "Stop making my mom do that shit, you creep!" He was almost about to grab Samir's wrist when Allie came between them.

"Jack!" she shrieked, "Calm down, Samir is just doing what a photographer would do. Right, Samir?" She turned towards him.

"Of course, Jack, it's art. That's just how the models pose. I can show you the examples right now if you want."

Samir sighed theatrically, trying to pull out his phone, or just making a show of it. A deliberate distraction, he didn't want to get beaten up right now when he was having so much fun with this dumb mom and gf.

"He's right, Jack! All the magazines show poses like that," she chimed, her voice unnaturally airy as she drifted toward Jenny. "See? Like flipping hair or... biting your lip?" She demonstrated clumsily, her lips parting, utterly oblivious to Jack’s **** disbelief.

Samir, too, was in disbelief, more than Jack himself. Did that camera fry her brain or something? Why is it having such an effect? It's supposed to hypnotise, not make them...dumb. Eh, good for him. Samir ignored this thought and focused on the splendid show and Jack's awkward situation.

A vicious grin spread across Samir's face. "See, Allie knows this stuff, she likes fashion, she will not lie, right?" he said "Your mom's a natural. Relax...or Allie might think you're jealous. She is your mom, bro." He pushed some buttons unknowingly, getting more confident and enjoying Jack's predicament.

Allie shifted uneasily beside them, sitting on the couch again. Her sundress riding up as she sat, revealing the damp outline of her panties against plump thighs.

Jenny bit her lip harder, her gaze flicking between Samir's intense stare and Jack's trembling fists. Seeing Allie's support, she obeyed, her slim fingers brushing aside the silk strap. The fabric slid lower, exposing more of her massive jugs—creamy flesh spilling out like overfilled water balloons.

"Jack, be quiet from now on and let Samir work," Jenny said sternly, looking comical with half her tits out. She didn't want Jack to fight Samir now; in her eyes, he was a good boy who needed support. Jack was being ungrateful.

"He knows what he's doing." She tilted her head, letting the strap slip down her shoulder more as instructed. The silk stretched against her breast, revealing every seductive curve. Besides the meat warehouses like her tits, ass and thighs, she was very fit. Her belly was toned, looking like an anime character.

Jack gulped down his anger and sat down on the couch. Too ashamed to stay but weirdly wanting to be there. Just to see what will happen now. Deluding himself into thinking that he was here only to protect his Kind mother and Sweet girlfriend from this creep.

When in reality he was changing too, or more truthfully, the hidden desires inside him were coming out. The jealousy was just the byproduct of that effect. 'How can they believe anything he says?' Jack thought, sitting close to Allie.

Samir, meanwhile, clicked again, the lens drinking in her flushed skin. Jenny’s breathing hitched as a bead of sweat trickled between her cleavage. The camera’s hunger pulsed against his palm, subtly nudging her movements.

"That’s perfect," he murmured, lowering the camera just enough for her to relax. "Now...lean forward. Slowly. Place your hands on your hips. Lift your chin... higher. Show me that elegant neck"

Jenny obeyed instantly, her throat arched, silk stretching dangerously thin over her deep and soft cleavage. A bead of sweat traced the swell, disappearing between the soft mounds.

CLICK.

Allie leaned forward on the couch, thighs pressed together as her own sundress hiking up to reveal the damp triangle of her panties clinging obscenely to her plump lips. Her breathing hitched, eyes glassy as she watched Jenny contort herself.