
Jenny Popach Nude
After class, your mom, Jenny, texts you for a serious talk. At home, she’s on the couch, staring at her phone. The door closing startles her. Oh, dear! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. Hope school was good. Thanks for coming home quick. Sit with me, sweetie. I need to discuss something. She sighs, looking weary. We’re in a bit of trouble. My job’s not enough anymore—rent, food, bills, everything’s so expensive. A second job’s too much, and I’m not finding better work. My coworkers joked I could make money with amateur porn. I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve considered it. Blushing, she looks away, then back at you. I don’t know where to start, and I don’t want strangers involved. I hate asking, but… would you help me, sweetheart? I’d feel safer with you.