Simulations and Safety Nets

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 2

Meagan was doing yoga in her room; she was doing something Peter called the cow and cat stretch. She liked it because it was simple and she wasn't worried about messing up. However recently, she had been having trouble concentrating while she did this pair of stretches. For one thing, it involved a lot of tilting the pelvis which was distracting. For another, as her spine loosened up, her large breasts would eventually touch the floor in the cow pose which was even more distracting. It didn't help that she was only wearing her nightgown and panties, so there was almost nothing between her nipples and the floor.

However, the biggest problem was that whenever she did yoga, she thought about Peter and once she started thinking about Peter, it was hard to think about anything else. It also kind of made her nipples tingle, which went back to an earlier problem with this set of stretches.

After deciding that she couldn't take the feeling of her nipples grazing the floor another time, Meagan stood up. "I wonder if Peter has the same problem with his...knob...that I do with my...knockers...when he does those stretches." Meagan had spent some time reading the Urban Dictionary website to try to expand her knowledge of slang terms after Peter said she would be teased in high school. She decided that she liked knob and knockers as terms for body parts, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was that both words started out with similar spellings. She was still trying to work her way up to using either of those words in a conversation with her mother or Peter.

Meagan decided that the problem of having a hard time thinking about anything else once she started thinking about Peter was that, sooner or later, she would eventually think about the way he came, launching long streams of cum out of his hard knob. That wasn't really the worst part, but this time she wouldn't let herself think about the worst part. She was just going to turn out the lights, get in bed, and think about normal things that most fourteen year old girls would think about, like getting a subscription to Seventeen magazine. She had plenty of modeling money saved up; she could sign up tomorrow if she wanted. So what if she had earned some of that money when her college age stud of a fellow model ejaculated all over her.

Meagan stopped herself. "Damn it! I did it again! Why can't I stop thinking about the way it felt when all of Peter's warm, gooey, white slime landed on me? Why can't I stop thinking about the way his big hard knob looks when it launches his semen into the air? I mean, the whole experience of getting cum blasted by Peter was gross and humiliating. My brain should be trying to forget it, not fixating on the subject!" Meagan sighed. "I guess I could try watching that video again instead of fantasizing about it. Maybe watching the actual process again will cure me of this morbid fascination."

Meagan didn't want to admit to herself how excited she had gotten on the way from her room down to her mother's studio, but she was almost giddy when she started to navigate to the folder where she had watched the video of Peter cumming. She growled in frustration when she couldn't even find the folder she had looked at last time. "Mom must have rearranged things! Now I've got to use the stupid windows search." Fortunately, it didn't take long for the search to turn up both the doctored and original video. Meagan was about to click on the original when a third video showed up on the search results.

Meagan started panting when she realized that there was a completely unseen video she could watch. "Oh fuck! There's a day two video? I've got to watch it!" With her hand nervously fumbling with the mouse she told herself. "Calm down girl, the title of the video doesn't say anything about Peter cumming, but on the other hand, neither does the first. Here goes nothing!"

Meagan wasn't disappointed when she clicked on the video. Her mom must have gotten the camera turned on just in time to capture Peter's ejaculation. In fact, Meagan was still fumbling with getting the player window expanded to full screen and had to rewind to watch the entirety of Peter's second cum blast. Once the long ropes of cum stopped flying, Meagan could hear Peter start to chant her name as he continued to jack his shaft.

"Yes! Say my name while you tug on your long fat knob Peter!" Meagan continued to talk to the computer monitor as Peter jacked off. "I'm squeezing my big round knockers for you Peter! Do you like that?" Then Meagan heard her mother say something and Peter promise that he would never masturbate again in the studio.

"Too bad that promise didn't include never cumming at all in the studio." Even though Meagan's words were sarcastic, she was rubbing her mound through her panties as the video started to play again. She suddenly stopped the media player. "Wait, Peter says not to stimulate your most erogenous zones until you absolutely have to." The teen began stroking her thighs, then, after lifting up her nightgown, began to rub her belly.

"Mmmm, so this is why Peter recommends indirect stimulation. I probably would have had a decent sized orgasm by rubbing myself off during a second showing of that video, but now I can have a massive one by slowing down my buildup. Retuning her hands to her thighs and calves, Meagan was forced to sit down on the floor. "Fuck, my legs were going to buckle if I had kept that up. Now that I'm on the ground though, I can run my hands up and down my smooth legs as much as I want."

After she got tired of running her hands up and down her legs, Meagan lifted her butt off the floor and slid her panties down to her ankles before kicking them off. Then she started rubbing her belly and ribs while taking care not to touch her pubic mound or her breasts. "Oh! This feels so good." Meagan moaned.

She ran her fingers through her hair to try to catch her breath, and she discovered that even that felt good. She inadvertently rubbed her breasts with her arms while doing that, which pushed her over the edge. She had wanted to experiment more with indirect stimulation, but the feeling of pressure on her bit tits was like flipping a switch in her brain. She squeezed and kneaded her breasts through the nightgown as she writhed in pleasure on the floor. Pinching her nipples through the material of the cotton nightgown sent sparks of excitement through her body, and she moved one hand down to her clit instinctively.

Pressing hard with two fingers and wiggling them back and forth brought her to the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Meagan felt like she needed to scream, but she wasn't sure if she should inhale or exhale. As a result, the only noise that came out was a stifled whine. Every muscle in her body locked, and Meagan's vision became an ever shrinking circle. Her last though before her powerful orgasm caused her to pass out was, "Man! This is good!"

Debbie came downstairs to find her daughter asleep in the floor of the art studio. She had obviously been masturbating. Her legs were spread apart, and her nightgown was bunched up around her waist. Additionally, it clung to the curves of Meagan's very large breasts like a second skin. Debbie whispered to herself, "Why didn't she just do this in the comfort of her own bed?"

Then she noticed what video was pulled up on the computer and had to stifle a laugh to keep from waking her daughter up. "Well, she seems to be getting used to the idea of Peter cumming." Still muttering under her breath, Debbie added, "Well, maybe not, she fingered herself off the first time, but then didn't come out of her room for over a week. I'd better not let her see me down here."

Debbie couldn't bring herself to head up the stairs just yet though. "It would be a shame to waste an opportunity like this." Debbie picked up her camera and set it to a longer exposure setting. Then she quietly moved the tripod so that she could photograph her daughter in this compromising position. Her mind was whirling with possibilities of these half naked photos of Meagan. Peter had said that he found her daughter much more enticing when partially naked than when fully naked. Debbie wasn't sure Meagan would agree to pose like this, but all the possibilities had her mind whirling.

After taking a good variety of full body shots and partial body close-ups. Debbie whispered. It would be a real shame to waste a golden opportunity like this. I bet I could at least get a sketch done. As quietly as she could. Debbie moved the camera tripod back to its original position and moved her easel to take its place. "It's like she didn't move a muscle after she came." Debbie whispered as she sketched.

Looking at her sketch, which captured the tousled hair, disheveled nightgown, pouty pussy lips, and splayed legs of her daughter, Debbie noted. "She seems to be sleeping really soundly. She wouldn't need any breaks, so I bet I could paint a quick picture if I didn't use too many colors."

Debbie prepared a particularly vibrant shade of yellow to use for her daughter's hair and pubic hair, but other than a single dot of red paint for creating the muted pink of Meagan's nipples visible under the nightgown twisted around her upper body, Debbie only used black and white to paint her daughter lying on the floor. Debbie was incredibly inspired, and she painted very quickly because of it. She was so excited by what she was painting that she had to make a special effort not to wake her daughter just by breathing too loudly.

Before she knew it, the painting was done, and Debbie was thrilled with the results. Other than Meagan's golden hair, the only other color in the painting was the subtle pink of her nipples and a pair of pink panties on the floor near her feet. However, she was also tormented because she knew it was a painting that would not be easy to share with Peter, and that it might not be possible to share it with Meagan at all. "I've got to get this out of here now." She muttered. "I'll move a couple other paintings, like the one of the argument, to long term storage while I'm at it. I feel a little guilty about painting Meagan and not paying her for it. I wonder how I can get her a little cash without letting her know what it's really for."

Meagan woke up, and at first, she wasn't sure where she was. "Oh crap! I must have passed out after cumming again! What time is it?" Looking at the computer, Meagan saw that it was almost noon. "Fuck! I hope Mom didn't see me down here like this. Explaining what I was doing or how I ended up staying here all night would be so embarrassing."

When she got upstairs, Meagan was worried to see a note, but there was a pile of money sitting under it. Picking up the note, it read:

Meagan, I put a bunch of paintings in the car last night to take them to the storage area. I didn't hear you moving around the house, so I'm assuming you're sleeping in. I'll be back in a little while, honey. I also wanted to give you a bonus for suffering through the argument pose. That's one of the paintings I'm getting out of the house by the way. Be back by lunch.

"Oh, thank goodness she didn't go looking for me this morning! And a little extra cash is always nice. Still, I better get back to my room before she asks me why I haven't even put my bra on yet."