Simulations and Safety Nets

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 1

Debbie, Meagan, and Peter were all down in the studio. It was the first organized posing session since the accident. Everyone was excited about getting back into a regular posing routine.

"So, what are we doing today Mrs. D.?" Peter asked.

"Well, I wanted to paint something that captured the frustration of the last week or so."

Meagan grumbled, "I don't like where this is going."

"Hear me out first!" Debbie snapped. "I was thinking of having you two pose like you were having an argument. You don't actually have to get angry; you just have to pose like you're angry."

"So Mrs. D., how do we do this?" Peter's voice was neutral, as if he weren't convinced any more than Meagan was, but his words did head off any further verbal sparring between mother and daughter.

Debbie instructed, "Go ahead and get undressed, and I'll tell you how I want you to stand."

When her models were naked and Peter was fully hard, Debbie said, "Meagan, I want you to stand with your arms spread apart and your mouth open like you're yelling at Peter. No, that's not right at all! Meagan, you look like you're screaming in excitement and about to curtsy for Peter, not argue with him."

"Well, how am I supposed to look?" Meagan demanded.

"Angry. Um...Oh! I've got it. Pretend we've gone on vacation to a water park, and you just realized that the only top I packed for you was the one that is two sizes too small."

"OMG Mom! That's exactly the kind of thing you would do!"

"Perfect! Meagan, freeze just like that! Don't move a muscle." Meagan had lifted one of her hands to shoulder height and balled it into a fist. The expression on her face was one of exasperation."

Peter had the angry look down, but he asked, "So how do I stand?"

"Um...Point your index finger at Meagan, and try to make sure that your forearm is parallel to your hard cock!"

"Mom!" Meagan yelled. "You've had us do some weird shit before, but that last part is just fucked up!"

"That's even better! I like your facial expression now much more than the first one you had."

"Mother!"

"Better still!" Meagan growled, but resisted the urge to say anything else knowing that her mother would just like the fact that she was loosing her temper.

At first, it seemed like Debbie had staged the perfect fake argument, but then after a few minutes, she noticed that Peter's cock was not as hard as usual. After five minutes of sketching, it was clear that Peter's cock was much softer and starting to flag. "Peter, what's wrong with your cock? This has never happened before," Debbie asked with considerable confusion.

"I think it's the pose," Peter stated clearly embarrassed. "I guess I don't really like even pretending to argue with Meagan. Especially after recent events."

"Let's take a break then," Debbie sighed. "You two are making too big a deal about this. It's just like the way Meagan used to be embarrassed to pose naked with you but now doesn't even notice." Despite Debbie's assertion that her models would quickly get used to posing in a way that imitated an argument, neither of the next two posing sessions lasted longer than five minutes either.

After the third break, Meagan suggested, "We should just give up on this one Mom; it's not working."

"Or at least wait until recent events are further in the past," Peter added.

"No, no. It will be fine. You two just need to stop thinking so much. It's a pose; it's not reality."

Meagan sighed, but stopped pressing for a change of plans. After a moment of silence, Peter requested, "Open up the neck of your robe a bit Meagan."

"That's not what we do during breaks." Meagan protested.

Peter explained. "Normally, we're trying to make sure I don't get too worked up, like the day of..." Peter trailed off, realizing that he was about to bring up a sour topic.

Meagan finished for him, "the accident?" It was phrased as a question, but more to get Peter to finish his sentence than anything else.

"Um...yeah, the accident."

Opening up the robe just enough to show a hint of cleavage, Meagan asked, "You were staring at my boobs awfully hard that day. Are you telling me that you want to get a look at them while I'm wearing the robe that normally covers them up?"

Peter's cock was already starting to bulge, but when he spoke, his cock started to throb under his own robe. "Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. I want you to show me more of your tits so my cock will get big and hard for this fake argument that your mother is having us pose for." Peter gasped for breath when Meagan opened her robe even wider. His big cock poked its way out from under the folds of his robe and started pointing proudly at the girl who was teasing him with her voluptuous body.

Debbie realized that she had been holding her breath. Exhaling suddenly she said, "Wow! That's better. Out of those robes you two and get back into position." The next posing session lasted ten minutes before Peter's cock went limp from the pressure of pretending to yell at Meagan. Peter and Meagan rested like they usually did during that break, which resulted in another short lived hard on for Peter.

While Peter and Meagan were sitting on their stools looking glum, Debbie informed her daughter, "Girl, I want both those jugs all the way out of that robe. You hear me?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah I'm serious! I want Peter 100% hard before the next posing session starts. Meagan opened her robe to her belly-button, but her nipples were still covered. That was still enough to start Peter's cock on the road to recovery. It sprang forth from under his robe when she pulled hers apart to bare her chest for the college student who was eagerly staring at her.

Debbie noticed that in addition to Peter's cock being as hard as it had been all day, a slight pink flush was making its way down Meagan's chest as the process of deliberately turning Peter on was starting to arouse her. Debbie had seen Peter's cock harder on many occasions and doubted that her daughter's tits would swell dramatically with lust during this pose, but it was the best situation she had to work with all day. She ordered her models back into position, and was actually able to paint for a normal length of time before Peter's cock started to go limp.

"Oh, just leave the robes off." Debbie commented. "Let's try that this break." It seemed to work well enough. It didn't dramatically make Peter's cock go instantly hard again, but Debbie had misgivings about having Meagan arouse Peter while in her robe. The whole point of the robes was to help Peter control himself during every session they had ever done except this one. She had to let them rest longer than usual to allow Peter to get his wood back, but he kept it up well over ten minutes afterwards.

Having her models stay naked during breaks was going to allow her to get a finished painting out of the argument scenario she though up. However, the repeated need to allow Peter's cock to swell back to hardness was making for a long day in the studio.

During one of the extended breaks, Peter asked, "Hey, Mrs. D. Remember when I was running out the door last time and I asked a question about Meagan? Well, what is the story of her father?"

"Really, I don't know a lot about either of her parents. I should say her birth parents. After I decided that I wasn't much interested in getting married and probably never would be, I started looking into adoption. At first being a freelance artist was an obstacle in terms of not having a regular income, but the process takes so long that by the time I had made my way through the rest of the red tape, I had made money several years in a row and I had set aside a nest egg from one particular painting that did very well at auction. Out of the blue, I was contacted one day with news that there was an infant girl who was going to be put up for adoption, and that the mother had requested that I be offered a chance to adopt."

Meagan looked very embarrassed, but Peter was impressed. "Wow! That's quite a story Mrs. D. So did you get to meet the mother at least?"

"No, I never met either parent. The social worker handling the case said the birth mother was afraid she would back out if she met me, but she knew that she couldn't really take care of an infant. I've had Meagan ever since she was about six weeks old. The social worker also said that the birth mother picked me because I was a painter."

"I probably wouldn't have guessed Meagan was adopted." Peter admitted. "I was guessing there was a deadbeat Dad out there somewhere."

Meagan gasped, "Peter! That's awful!"

"Well, you kind of look like Mrs. D."

"I think she looked more like me before puberty hit and gave my little girl those killer curves that make Peter's cock harder than a brick!"

"Mother! That's truly awful!"

"Not as awful as thinking that she would really be regretting it if she knew about your summer job. It's also probably a good thing all the post placement visitations are all long since done."

Meagan was getting angry. "That's enough; you need to stop now!"

Debbie winked at her daughter, which only made her more irate. "I'm just trying to make sure that my models stay angry and hard while posing, respectively." Debbie's obscene comments seemed to help the posing process for the staged argument. She got almost twenty-five minutes of painting done afterwards.

Peter, being the more experienced model, did seem to be getting the hang of posing angry without actually being angry better than Meagan. Debbie had to needle her daughter a few times to make sure she maintained the proper facial expression and posture to finish up the painting, but Peter's ability to stay hard, except for needing to rest naked, was almost back to normal by the time Debbie finished her painting.

Unlike the last time they posed together, today both of her models were perfectly able to view the finished product. Meagan shuddered when she looked at it. "It's a good painting Mom, but please don't ever make me pose for something like that again. In fact, why don't you take that one to the storage unit the first chance you get? I think I'm going to go study the last painting we posed for to get the foul taste of that staged argument out of my mouth."

"What about you Peter?" Debbie asked.

"Well, I can see what you were going for. The visual impact of my forearm and cock being at the same angle makes it look like I'm going to give it to Meagan with both barrels, but it's blatantly obvious that was not the best time I had posing with Meagan."

Frowning that she hadn't been able to convince either of her models, Debbie sighed. "Well, I guess I'm out voted. Even if you didn't like it though, I needed to paint it after that span of time when I never thought I'd paint the two of you together again."