Posing Together

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 2: Peeking Is Inevitable

"Don't you have something better to do with your time than pose on a Friday night?" Meagan asked Peter when he showed up after dinner.

"Well, I don't drink, and not drinking makes Friday nights around campus rather dull. So no, I don't have anything better to do."

"You don't have anything better to do either young lady. Head down to the studio."

Meagan whined, "Mother! I wanted to watch TV!"

Debbie pointed out, "Modeling tonight means money in your pocket for the mall tomorrow."

Her face lighting up, Meagan agreed, "Good point."

"I don't want to pose for anything where someone is peeking or seeing something they shouldn't." Meagan demanded. "I think we should both be facing the same direction for this picture."

"Naked line dancing?" Debbie asked.

"Eww, gross!" was Meagan's response.

"Naked yoga?" Peter suggested.

"Um, I guess that would be OK. I don't know yoga though."

"You should start learning it. It's wonderful for flexibility and muscle tone." Peter advised. "I can show you a pose for this painting. Face me."

Meagan still had all her clothes on, but Peter had already taken his shirt off. Surreptitiously, Debbie activated the video mode on her camera. "Start with your hands at your side. Next, make your left arm straight, and move it away from your body by about a foot. Good, now bend at the waist until your left arm is pointed straight at the floor." Meagan's eyes were shining as she followed Peter's instructions. Debbie was sure her daughter's nipples were going to be rock hard when she started sketching. Peter wasn't facing her, but she was sure his cock would be equally hard once he started posing.

"Now drape your right arm over your head and kind of make a 'C' shape. That's it!"

"Oh! My neck popped."

"Yeah, that happens. Let's do the same thing leaning the other direction." The two models switched sides, and Peter asked, "Do you think you can pose like that, or do you want to try a different position?"

"This is good. My neck popped again on this side, but not as much as before. It feels nice and relaxed now."

Debbie had an idea. "Would the two of you mind posing like that in your underwear? I think I'd like some pictures of that."

Meagan opened her mouth to protest, but Peter had already undone the fly of his jeans. Unable to come up with anything to say as she watched Peter's pants slide to his ankles; she undid her shorts and kicked them off. Pausing for a moment, she took off her shirt, and threw it toward the stools. She was wearing a fancy purple bra that caused Peter's eyes to really light up as he started at her chest.

"Where did you get that?" Debbie asked.

Pulling a strand of hair to her mouth, Meagan answered, "Victoria's Secret. It's their Perfect One model. It's really comfortable."

"It's really impressive!" Peter admired. "Did you get anything else there?"

"A couple of swimsuits," Looking pointedly at her mother, Meagan added, "That fit!"

"Ooh! I'd like to see you in those!" When Peter said this, his cock surged and burst free from the fly of his boxers to point obscenely at the teen girl. Peter sighed in relief as his cock could now expand fully in appreciation of Meagan's shapely body.

Only then did Meagan notice Peter's exposed cock pointing straight at her. "Mother! That's gross! Stop snapping pictures!" She demanded has she buried her face in her hands and turned away.

"Oh, stop acting like you haven't seen that before or didn't know Peter gets hard ons when he poses with you. It doesn't mean anything. Just face the easel and get into position."

Meagan's inevitable protest came. "But I've still got my clothes on."

"So drop your bra and panties to the floor where you're standing. That's what Peter did with his boxers."

"I'm not dropping this bra on the floor! It cost forty-five dollars!"

"You paid almost fifty bucks for a bra?" her mother asked in disbelief.

"Well, it was on sale for thirty. But it still feels like it's worth forty-five to me, and I'm not dropping it in the floor."

"Fine." Debbie sighed. "Hold it with the hand over your head when you pose."

"Hmm, I like that. It adds something interesting to the painting. Why don't you two pick up your discarded bottoms and hold those with the other hand."

Both models did as they were asked, but Meagan gasped, "Gah! I saw his wood again."

"Oh, quit complaining!" Debbie snapped. "Something is off with the balance of this scene. Meagan, sidestep away from Peter, but lean toward him."

"Mother! I saw his woody yet again."

"We still need to work on your slang." Peter teased.

Debbie snapped, "Well quit looking!"

Covering her breasts with an arm, Meagan protested, "If I can see him, then he can see me!"

Debbie could tell by the way Peter's cock was so hard the skin was shiny that he had indeed been noticing her daughter's breasts. However she told her daughter, "No, he's looking at the easel like you're supposed to be." Walking over to where her daughter stood, she put her finger on Meagan's chin. "Now get back into position." With her finger keeping Meagan's head pointed away from Peter, she managed to get into position without seeing the college student. "There, now if you see anything more, it's because you're not keeping your head still."

At the first break, Meagan and Peter both turned for the stools at the same time. "I know the rule is that you break first Peter, but I'm closer to the stools. I'm grabbing my robe first for this painting." Meagan didn't notice that Peter had already broken his pose, and got an excellent view of her hips swaying and ass bouncing as she went to get her robe.

Debbie was briefly worried that Peter's cock might erupt as he watched her daughter's ass, but, like magic, his cock deflated when Meagan put her robe on. Not knowing how it was possible, she shook her head. Nevertheless, she was very glad for Peter's impressive self control. Debbie was also thrilled that her two models were chit chatting about yoga while they rested in their robes. She thought it was kind of odd that Meagan was protectively holding her fancy bra in her lap while they talked.

Debbie was trying to decide if she should sketch more or start painting when she heard Peter moan.

"What's wrong?" Meagan asked. However, it was obvious by the way his robe was starting to tent that he was getting another hard on.

"Ugh! I think it's the way you're holding your bra in your lap. I keep thinking about how pretty you looked in it instead of how you look in your robe." Peter gasped out his answer, and now his cock was getting ready to escape from the robe.

"OK, quick posing session for a little more sketching, then I'll paint."

Peter shrugged off his robe, as Meagan turned her head at first, but then she disrobed as well and followed him into position. This time it was her turn to admire Peter's muscular ass as he walked. Meagan had to know that Peter would get a few glimpses of her body as they got into position, but she didn't seem to care. Debbie decided not to say anything on the off chance her girl actually didn't realize what she was doing.

Meagan seemed to worry less and less about glimpses Peter might get of her body or what she might see of his while they were getting into pose or breaking from it. She still wrapped her robe tightly around her voluptuous body during breaks, but being nude with Peter for hours on end was finally causing Meagan to stop worrying about modesty so much. Debbie was glad. She thought this would have happened sooner, but she realized that the first two sessions hardly counted since Meagan had left the studio during breaks in the earlier sessions.

This time, there was no hesitation from Meagan when Debbie asked her models if they wanted to see the finished painting. Their bodies and the underwear they were holding were quite detailed, but their faces were painted abstractly. You could hardly make out any facial features, and you certainly couldn't have identified the models from the face. Both Peter and Meagan had distinctive bodies, so someone probably could have identified them as the models if they had some nude pictures to look at.

"It looks like some sort of grotesque Calvin Kline ad." Meagan commented. "I look like I'm offering my bra to Peter."

Peter disagreed. "I don't think it looks grotesque at all. I think it's awesome! You could sell that to a gallery as a criticism of modern advertising Ms. D."

"Really, you think so? I've been really inspired by painting the two of you, but most of what I've painted so far wouldn't have much mainstream commercial appeal. I might have to show this one to my agent."

"Mother! No! I'm naked!"

"Oh relax, you can't even tell that's you the way I painted the faces."

Once again, Meagan found herself unable to sleep. She was looking at her mother's painting of her and Perter doing yoga while holding their underwear. She wasn't sure how she felt about it potentially being for sale. She decided Peter looked like some sort of sex demon with his face obscured. She guessed that made her some sort of female sex monster too in this painting.

She felt like she should be disturbed by her hard nipples and Peter's hard cock in the painting. However her mother had painted things this way so many times now it was hard to maintain her indignation. Sighing, she went back upstairs to watch TV. She still didn't know how she felt about the painting, but if anything, staring at it was making her less sleepy, not more.