Meagan's Self Imposed Exile

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 6

Meagan fetched her cell phone from her room, put it on speaker mode, and called her mother.

Before she or Peter could even say hello, Debbie started talking quickly. "Meagan, what's wrong? Is Peter still there? If so, tell him to leave. Did the two of you argue? Has he left? Tell him to come back and apologize again. For that matter, I'll apologize again. Is there anything you need while I'm out?"

In disgust, Meagan yelled, "Fuck Mom! Stop babbling!" and hung up the phone. She sent her mother a text message saying: If U promise to B quiet & listen, I'll call U back.

The teen received a message back saying OK almost instantly, so she redialed her mother.

There was a deep breath from the other end of the phone, and Peter said, "Just chill out Mrs. D."

"Yeah, you promised to be quiet!"

"I'll be good," Debbie said quietly.

After waiting a moment to make sure her mother was really listening, Meagan continued, "You can come home. Peter and I will pose for you again."

There was a squeal of delight followed by a thud.

"I think she dropped the damn phone," Meagan stated, and Peter nodded in agreement.

"Are you still there? I dropped the phone and cracked the LCD, but it seems like it might still be working."

"You're coming through loud and clear Mrs. D," Peter said.

"That's great news! People are looking at me like I'm crazy, but I don't care. I'll be home as quickly as I can. No, I'll be home faster than that!"

"They're looking at you like you're crazy because you are crazy," Meagan muttered after hanging up. "We did agree my mom was crazy, right?"

Peter laughed, "We mentioned it a time or three."

Debbie made a great deal of noise unlocking the door, then rushed down to her studio. "How come you decided to pose again Meagan? Wait, I don't care; I'm just happy I get to paint again. Pose however you want, I'll paint it. No, no, we should come up with something good."

"Mom! Calm down. You're going all ADD on us," Meagan scolded. "Besides, we've got a question before we pose again."

"Oh no!" Debbie wailed. "You're not going to pose if you don't like my answer!"

"Maybe," Meagan admitted. "But I want an honest answer. That painting where Peter and I were nude at a beach, did you doctor it to have Peter ejaculating in his sleep?"

Debbie gasped, "How did you find out? Did you take a key and drive over to the storage area?"

"Mom! We're not stalkers! I don't know where your storage area is, but I'll take that as a yes then."

Debbie nodded looking very nervous, "Does that mean you're going to refuse to pose?"

"Hmm, I'll have to consult with my fellow model," Meagan stated. "You didn't try to hide the fact that you altered the painting after we last saw it, but that was more panic than honesty." Peter and Meagan huddled and whispered while making gestures with both hands. Finally Meagan said out loud, "That sounds fair."

So, what's the verdict?" Debbie asked.

"We'll pose, but you have to bring that paining back in here so we can see the new, um… enhanced, version of the painting Mrs. D," Peter explained.

"Oh, that's a relief. You guys had me so worried. I promise I'll fetch it after we get done posing."

"Actually, I've got another question." Peter stated.

Debbie's eyes bulged. "Are you two trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Well, no. However, I can't figure out why you want to paint me with a hard on pointed at your daughter so badly. The reason we're posing again is that both Meagan and I miss it, but we can't figure out why this is so important to you."

"It's hard to put into words," Debbie protested.

"Well, go grab a thesaurus if you have to Mom, but now that Peter brought that up, I want to hear the answer to this one too!"

"I don't even know where to start."

"Mother! Just start at the beginning."

"Fine, well, in college, I had some female problems, and I had to have an operation. After that, I was never really interested in guys. But in my art classes, I loved painting nudes. It was like I could get a piece of something I wasn't normally interested in any longer and transfer it to the canvas. It wasn't the same as before, but it was both exciting and satisfying nonetheless."

"So painting me with a boner for Meagan satisfies you somehow?"

"Oh, it sounds awful when you put it that way!" Debbie protested.

"Well, it sounds pretty fucking freaky! How would you put it, Mother?"

Debbie sighed and considered her words carefully. "Painting nudes allowed me to recapture, in a way, something I lost, but when Peter got that huge erection, it was like finding something I never knew I was missing. It's not all about me missing out on something though. Painting in general is about doing something creative and capturing some spark of life and preserving it for others to see. Painting the two of you just doesn't have a bit of a spark; it's like a high voltage power line, or a thunderstorm or something. On top of that, I've never felt more creative than when I paint you and Peter."

Peter considered, "Hmm, I can see where you're coming from Mrs. D."

Meagan was unconvinced. "Really? It still seems pretty fucking weird to me. I'll think about it more later, though. I'm starting to get the itch to pose now." Meagan started slipping out of her robe and got off the stool she was sitting on.

"Oh thank goodness. I thought you two were going to keep me busy with questions all day!" Debbie exclaimed.

Peter asked, "So how do you want us to pose?" while he too slid off his robe.

Peter's erection was already in full force before Debbie could answer. "I've got an idea. Peter, you look repentant and hold out your arm." Debbie bustled around the studio picking up unused brushes and wrapping a cone of paper around them. Handing them to Peter, she said, "Hold these."

Meagan looked puzzled, and Debbie positioned her about 20 feet from Peter. "OK, you stand here, but lean toward Peter like you're about to make a step toward him. Look gentle and accepting."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Meagan asked.

"I don't know, pretend you just had a big fight with me, but you aren't mad at me any longer, except look at Peter."

"I think I can manage that, but what's up with Peter holding all those paint brushes?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to explain my good idea. Pretend those are flowers and that you like the looks of them."

Peter and Meagan shifted subtly as Debbie began to sketch. Normally she would have scolded them both, but she was too happy to be painting again and simply sketched over previously drawn lines. The expressions of both models became more natural, while retaining an obvious air of reconciliation. Also, the way their bodies shifted, the focus shifted away from the flowers and Meagan preparing to move in Peter's direction. Meagan once again was sticking her chest out and proudly pointing her big tits in Peter's direction. The change in Peter's posture made it clear that the real gift he was offering, and Meagan was accepting, was his huge erection instead of the flowers.

Despite the positive mood during posing, Meagan was clearly nervous of Peter's cock during breaks. She made sure not to stand too close to him until both were safely in their robes. Debbie offered to complete the painting the next day after about two hours of posing. They were all more cautious about taking frequent breaks after the disastrous results of the last posing session, but Meagan and Peter insisted on completing the painting that day.

Debbie wasn't sure if it was their refusal to stop or simply the amount of time the two had spent posing, but the physical arousal of both her models visibly increased after she had offered to let them off the hook for the time being. Peter's cock didn’t reach the state it had been in after having his face inches from one of Meagan's breasts for over an hour, and Debbie was glad of that. She wanted to make sure Peter increased his already formidable disciple before she let him get that aroused in the studio again. However, she was sure Meagan's nipples had never been bigger or harder.

What Debbie didn't realize was that Meagan was concentrating intently on her nipples. She was thinking about what Peter had said about her nipples getting bigger and bigger the more times she posed. She was purposely thinking of things that increased the pleasant sensations coming from her nipples, and that was having a real effect on her body.

Debbie finally said, "Well, I think I'm done. Want to see the result of the first painting back in the studio?"

"Ugh! Not a second too soon!" Meagan grunted as she dashed for the stairs. She stumbled on the way up, and let out a near orgasmic moan as she tried to regain her balance.

"That might not be a bad idea for me either Mrs. D. I could use some relief myself." Peter added, "You can show us the painting next time." He too headed up the stairs, then stopped himself. "Fuck, I can't just go upstairs naked like Meagan did! I've got to get dressed again!"

Debbie giggled, "One time when Meagan got too excited, she almost went out to check the mail without putting all her clothes on. I had to keep reminding her that she wasn't done dressing."

Really headed out the door this time, Peter paused on the stairs. "I just realized something Mrs. D. Is there some story with Meagan's father?" Peter groaned suddenly and grabbed at his crotch through his jeans. "Never mind, you can answer that next time." With that, Peter bounded up the stairs three at a time and was gone.