Posing Together

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 6: Face to Face

"So how do you want us to stand Mrs. D?"

"Hmm, I don't want to paint your bodies in profile, but I do want you looking at each other. I don't want to paint either of you from a reverse angle either during your first time facing each other. I think the only thing that will work is if you both angle your bodies at the easel, but then turn your heads to look at each other."

Peter assumed his position eagerly, although his cock remained soft. Meagan still had her robe on, as she experimentally got into her position. "Like this?" She asked uncertainly.

"That's perfect. Now get that robe off so we can get this show on the road." Realizing that she had just showed Peter everything he was about to see just a few minutes ago in the kitchen, Meagan slipped out of her robe and tossed it over to the stools.

Peter gasped, and by the time she turned to face him again, he was already fully hard. His eyes were bright and locked onto her body. Even though he was holding his head still to pose, his eyes flickered up and down as his gaze wandered all over Meagan's voluptuous body.

"Wow Peter! I've never seen you become so excited so quickly. I love the energy you're radiating! It's so powerful. You're not going to have any problems maintaining that intensity for the length of a posing session, are you?"

Exhaling sharply, the horny college student replied, "The way your daughter looks, I don't think it's going to be a problem." Peter's firm muscles were taut, and he was proudly pointing his hard cock straight at Meagan. Everything in his body language implied that he was hard for her and her alone.

Meagan's body language was neither proud nor confident. Her mother had to correct her about her posture several times before she was satisfied. After she was standing up straight, she still had a problem keeping her head up. Meagan didn't really understand why, but every time she met Peter's lusty gaze, she wanted to look down at her feet, and then peek at him from under her eyelashes. Debbie finally had to walk over to her daughter and put her finger under her chin to indicate how to hold her head.

Debbie was able to get about five minutes before Meagan crumbled to her knees under the weight of Peter's horny gaze. She turned her back on both her mother and Peter rubbing her eyes with her hands. "I'm sorry. I just can't pose like that. I don't know what it is exactly; I was a lot more freaked out that first time when I kept my panties on. I'm not blushing, so I don't think I'm embarrassed."

"If you're not freaked out or embarrassed, just get back into position and try again." Debbie instructed her daughter. Meagan tried, but a minute later she had broken her pose and again turned her back to the room. "Meagan!" her mother scolded.

"Hang on Mrs. D. Why don't we just put our robes on and reset this whole posing session."

Debbie frowned, but reluctantly agreed to his suggestion. "OK, but get back into position so I can at least get a photo and keep roughing in this sketch. That's fair, isn't it?" Meagan nodded, and resumed her pose, but was making a mad dash for her robe as soon as the flash went off. Debbie grumbled, "Well, I guess I'll have to make do with just one photo to sketch from."

Peter whispered to Meagan. "Can you not pose looking at me because of what I told you in the kitchen? You know, about me masturbating while I think about you?"

"No, it's not that. We're just too close together to stand there for long. A quick try with the robe to get you to calm down was one thing, but posing for hours is something else." Meagan explained.

"What if you try what you did in that first painting?"

"Quit reminding me that you've seen that!"

"I'm serious." Peter continued. Go get your hat and pull it down over your eyes. You won't even know I'm there."

Meagan looked at her mom, but then decided not to say anything. Debbie was sketching intently from the one photo she had. Meagan tiptoed up the stairs, hoping to be back with her hat before her mother noticed she was gone. A minute later, Meagan returned with her hat. Holding her finger up to her lips, she tiptoed back down the stairs.

Motioning for Peter to take off his robe, Meagan used hand gestures to suggest that they get back into position. Only after they had taken their spots, did Meagan call out. "OK mom, you can start sketching from real life again."

Debbie turned around excitedly, but then sighed, "Not the hat again Meagan. You didn't need the hat in the kitchen."

"That was for short bursts of nudity. This is for the long haul." Debbie decided not to argue with her daughter. With the hat covering her eyes, her child had instinctively arched her back and was proudly presenting her breasts to the older male model. Debbie couldn't help but notice that her daughter's nipples had never looked harder. She had even spread her legs slightly to pose with her pussy exposed instead of hidden between tightly clamped thighs.

However, Peter's cock was what really showed the effects of being able to look directly at Meagan's body. It was obviously super charged with excitement. Debbie had to force herself not to scold Peter when he looked away from her daughter from time to time. Even taking his eyes off Meagan from time to time, Peter needed to take breaks much more frequently than he did normally. Debbie, eager to paint her two models in such close proximity, paced around her studio nervously during the numerous breaks.

Debbie noticed that both her models were reacting differently to the increased intensity of posing so much closer together than they ever had before. Meagan went into a corner, out of the line of sight of the other people in the room, to stretch. Peter sat in his stool with his eyes closed. For her own part, pacing around the studio was barely able to distract her from the excitement of this breakthrough painting.

During the next break, which came much sooner than Debbie would have liked, she asked her daughter, "So, Meagan, do you think you'll be able to pose without your hat next time?"

"I guess so. This really isn't that much different than the other posing we've been doing." However, there were some subtle differences. A drop of pre-cum had formed on the tip of Peter's large cock. While that was completely understandable given the close up eyeful of Meagan he was getting. The fact that his cock was pointed straight at her daughter concerned her a bit.

Peter wasn't the only one affected. Despite having her hat pulled down over her eyes, Meagan's skin was flushed pink with excitement. Additionally, Meagan's pussy lips were growing poutier and more swollen each break. Debbie actually thought it looked like her daughter's vagina was starting to open up she was becoming so excited.

Even though it took a lot longer than she was used to, Debbie was able to finish her painting that afternoon. When she was done she offered to let Peter stay for dinner.

"No, no. Got to go." Was the college student's response.

Making no effort to dress, Meagan headed for the stairs.

"Don't you at least want to see the finished product?" Debbie asked.

"I'll check it out next time Mrs. D."

Realizing the reason behind Peter's rapid departure, she tried her daughter. "What about you Meagan?"

"Um, I'll be in my room. I can see the painting, um, later."

"Well at least tell me what you want to do for dinner."

"Delivery or carry out. Um, I'll be in my room. I'm not, um, going out."

Puzzled by Meagan's odd behavior, Debbie shook her head and contemplated her latest painting. She hadn't painted any sort of fantasy themes or any sort of background in this painting. It was just Peter and Meagan on the canvas. Debbie stared at her handiwork for about fifteen minutes, before ordering a pizza. Even though they had all gotten through the painting, Debbie decided that this was too close to position her models for now. Peter had obviously rushed home to jack off. Her daughter's rush back to her room might have been for the same reason. Debbie was a bundle of nerves herself after the frustrating slowness of getting the painting completed that afternoon.

"Meagan, there's pizza here." Opening the door to her daughter's room, Debbie saw her child contorted, with her eyes closed, on top of her covers. "Meagan, are you asleep?"

Meagan's eyes fluttered open. "Huh, I must have dozed off after I..." Meagan trailed off into giggling.

"Did you masturbate?" her mother asked her. Still giggling Meagan nodded.

While they were eating pizza, Meagan stated. "Peter masturbates too after he gets home from posing with me."

"It sounds like you're OK with that."

"Yep."

"Did you just figure this out today?" Debbie asked with an arched eyebrow.

"No, he told me. Hey! You're making fun of me." Meagan whined.

"I'm not trying to, but seriously. Peter gets instantly hard around you, and stays hard for hours on end, and you didn't think he was jacking off when he got home?"

"Well, fine. Be that way. I just won't talk about it with you any more then!" Meagan huffed.