Son poses nude for mom’s painting collection

SEx stories, mom and son, Son poses nude for mom’s painting collection…I watched my mother painting as I entered the room.

She rarely asked me for help, but I always offered. Usually I would just carry her supplies around, or I would help do the cleaning. This time I brought her a refill of water to mix in her paint. She was painting an arranged set of flowers which were placed on a chair, and she thanked me for my assistance.

My mother loves art. It’s her only hobby, and her main passion in life. She’s an art teacher at the college I attend. I’ve never taken any of her classes, but I’ve heard they’re a lot of fun, which didn’t surprise me because of my mother’s positive outlook on life. She also makes a decent amount of money selling her artwork, and painting custom portraits for people. She even has the reputation of being one of the best artists in the city.


I watched my mother continue to paint. Her eyes were completely focused on her task. I’ve always thought she was a beautiful person. When she concentrating on painting, she looked even more beautiful. The passion showed in her eyes.

We were in the area of the house which my mother uses to make her art. There were paintings and drawings decorating the walls. Some of the images were of objects, or plants. Others were portraits she made of other people. Some of the people were clothed, some were naked. My mother never minded nudity. She’s someone who believes that the naked human body is one of the most beautiful things in the world. I agree with her.

Mom’s Nude Portraits

When I came home from my college class, there was another car in the driveway, and the door to my mom’s art room was closed. That usually meant she was painting someone nude, otherwise her door would be left open. I went to my room and did my normal things. Then I went to the living room to watch tv.

About half an hour later, the door opened and I heard my mother talking to another woman, which immediately got my attention. I stood up when they walked to the entrance near the living room, and I said ‘hello’ to female model, and ‘bye’ before she left. The model was around my age, and very pretty.

When my mother closed the door, she gave me a playfully stern look.

Who was that?” I asked eagerly.

“Don’t get any funny ideas,” she replied in her motherly tone. “She’s a new model I’m working with. I don’t want you chasing her away.”

“Me? Why would I do that?”

“Because that’s the kind of guy you are,” she joked.

I shrugged. “As long as you’re going to keep bringing hot women to our house, I can’t complain.”

“I’m glad you’re okay with it, because there will probably be a few more models stopping by.”

“Really? Why?”

“I found out this morning that my role in the upcoming art exhibition is going to be much bigger than before,” she replied proudly. “I’ll be given extra space to showcase my work. I already have plenty of abstract paintings, but I need more portraits. Those are usually my best sellers.”

“That’s great mom. That means more money, and more women coming here right?” I playfully replied.

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that all you think about? Money and women.”

“It was a joke. I’m really happy for you.”

She smiled, “Thanks. This art exhibition is the biggest I’ve ever been featured in. A number of prominent figures in the art community are going to attend. So I’m very excited. I found out this morning and I got started right away. That’s why I called that sexy young model here at the last minute.”

“I’ve noticed. You usually don’t paint women my age. You usually paint older women, no offense. So that was kind of surprising to me when I saw her.”

She nodded. “With all the space I’m getting for this years art exhibit, I’ve decided to expand my boundaries. I want to explore diversity. So I’ll be painting everyone from college students, to senior citizens, and people from different ethnic backgrounds. I’m very excited about it.”

“I can tell. You look excited. It’s great seeing you like this. I know you’ll get the recognition you deserve.”

My mother gave me a skeptical look, as if she was wondering if I was being sarcastic or not. When she determined that I was being sincere, she gave me a big hug, even with all the paint on her clothes.

“You’re too sweet,” she replied. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to wash up.”


The next few months I saw my mother working harder than usual. She taught a few classes during the day, and she continued selling custom made artwork, or selling her artwork online. She did things the way they were always done.

But whenever she found a new model, she would become excited, and it would be her main priority. I would help her set up the room and help arrange her painting supplies. When she was done, I would help her clean everything. Unfortunately, she never let me watch her paint anyone in the nude. She said I would be distracting to her, but I think the real reason was that she didn’t want me drooling over some of the beautiful naked women that showed up.

She also meant what she said about wanting to paint a diverse crowd. The women that posed for my mother were of various age ranges, and different ethnic backgrounds. Some of the models were pale white, others were brown or black.

Even though I never got to watch my mother paint, she didn’t mind when I saw the finished product of her painting. She always asked for my opinion, and I always told her the truth. Her nude portraits were amazing. They captured the beauty and feelings of the woman who were painted. There was an incredible amount of detail to their bodies, and you could see the emotions painted in their eyes. I could understand why mom’s portraits were always her bestsellers.

After she had enough female models, my mother focused on painting men. Most of the male models were older, and of different ethnic backgrounds. But like she said, she wanted people of all age ranges.


It was a Saturday morning. I arranged the paint and art supplies for my mother. It was the last nude painting she planned on doing before the art exhibition, which was only a week away. I heard my mother talking on the phone in the other room. I didn’t pay much attention to what she was saying, but I could tell she was talking to the model based on some of the words she used.

After I finished setting everything up, my mother came into the room with an upset look on her face.

“He’s not coming,” she said. “Apparently he’s having second thoughts, which is understandable, but the timing couldn’t be worse.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. There are plenty of other male models right?”

“I need a young adult. Most of the young male models who live nearby are university students. I wouldn’t feel comfortable asking someone from campus to come to my house to be nude. That wouldn’t exactly be great for my reputation.”

“Good point,” I replied. “Why don’t you just get another model that’s an older age? You’ve never had problems with that before.”

“The whole point of my collection is that I’m featuring a wide array of age groups. I already have several portraits of older men.”

“Does it matter? I don’t think people would notice if you used an older man and painted him to look younger.”

She flashed me a stern look. “Yes, it does matter. Artistic integrity is important to me. My collection has a theme to it. Without the final portrait, the collection would look incomplete.”

“If it’s that important, then I’m sure you’ll find someone soon enough.”

“I hope so,” she sighed. “Thank you for your help setting up my supplies. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She smiled, “We’ll leave everything here. I’ll make a few phone calls and hopefully I can find someone by tomorrow.”

“What’s the rush? The exhibit isn’t until next weekend.”

“I know. But it’s important for me to set everything up in the gallery as early as possible. I’ll have more time to prepare my oral presentations that way. Plus I don’t like rushing at the last minute. My work is better when I’m relaxed and my head is clear.”

I nodded. “That makes sense.”

“Thank you again for spending your Saturday morning with me. I know you could have done so many other things instead. I really appreciate it.”

With that said, my mother gave me a kiss on the cheek to show her gratitude. It felt nice. Her kisses were always special because they were loving. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. She knew I liked it.


The next morning I sat in front of the tv while I ate breakfast. I hadn’t seen my mother yet. I knew she was on the phone in her bedroom, but I couldn’t hear what she was saying since her door was closed.

When she came out of her room, she greeted me with an unusually warm expression on her face. She was dressed in the outfit she wears to paint. She gave me another kiss on the cheek, a big one. Then she thanked me again for all my help. She sat down next to me, and she placed my finished bowl of cereal on a nearby counter.

“I’m assuming you’re free today, right?” she asked curiously, and politely.

Something was off. My mother is a very nice woman, and she always treats everyone with kindness, but this was different. I knew my mother well enough to realize that she needed a big favor- but I didn’t know what.

“Yeah, I’m free today,” I replied skeptically. “Are you painting someone?”

“I’ll get to that in a moment. But you see the beauty in what I’m doing right?”

“Of course I do. I think your art is great.”

“Good,” she smiled. “I’m glad you think so. I started painting when I was around your age. It changed my life in a wonderful way because it gave me direction. It gave me a way to express myself creatively, and I feel in love with it.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re about to ask me something unusual?”

“I couldn’t find another model on short notice,” she replied sincerely. “So I want youto pose for me instead.”

My mother gave me a heartfelt look, which was intended to make me feel bad if I refused. I was shocked, and I’m sure she expected that.

“You can’t be serious, are you? You want me to pose for you?”

She nodded. “That’s what I said.”


She nodded again. “All of the portraits have to be nude. I also realize that you don’t want anyone seeing your nude portrait, so you can simply turn your head away while I paint. I’ll focus mainly on your body. No one will recognize you. I promise”

“No way,” I replied. “I’m sorry mom, but that’s never going to happen. Why don’t you just paint an imaginary person? Make it up. No one would ever know the difference.”

My mother flashed me a stern look. “That’s completely out of the question. I wouldn’t be a real artist if I did that, and I feel like I would be cheating whoever buys it. Besides, using a real person always looks better.”

“How about I pose with my clothes on? Maybe I’ll compromise and do it in my underwear. You can use your imagination and paint the rest.”

“That won’t work,” she replied staunchly. “I wouldn’t be true to myself as an artist. The painting must be pure, or it means nothing. I would feel like a con woman if I tried to display stuff like that.”

Looking in my mother’s eyes, I could tell there was no arguing with her. She made up her mind, and there were no other option. My mother is a very persistent woman, she always has been. That’s part of the reason why she became so successful in the first place.

“You’re really not giving me much of a choice here mom.”

She shook her head. “Apparently not.”

“You realize that this is extremely awkward for me right?”

She nodded. “I realize this is uncomfortable. I used to be shy in college, especially when it came to my body. But I overcame it. I posed nude for my art classes a few times.”

Strangely, I found myself becoming aroused hearing about my mother posing nude in front of her college classmates when she was my age.

“Really? That doesn’t sound like something you would do.”

“Well I did it. And I still do it privately. I let my friend paint me nude sometimes, and then I paint her nude afterwards.”

Hearing my mother talk about being naked with another female artist only increased my inappropriate arousal. At that moment, I prayed I wouldn’t have an erection which she would inevitably see.

“This is a lot different mom. I mean, you’re my mom!”

“I know I’m your mother,” she replied playfully. “You reminded me twice. But don’t forget that the awkwardness is mutual. I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t desperate.”

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“You must be really desperate then.”

“Please, I’m practically begging you. I promise that if you do this for me, I’ll owe you big time. My promises are always good.”

She looked at me with a sense of desperation, yet playfulness. I knew how much she needed me to do it. There wasn’t any choice for her. She also knew that I couldn’t refuse, or else she would keep on asking me. It was inevitable. With the look in her eyes, how could I say no?

“Fine,” I replied. “Just this once. Don’t forget that you owe me for this.”

A broad smile appeared on her face and she reached over to wrap her arms around me, delivering a suffocating hug. Her lips were pressed all over my face as she kissed me everywhere.

“I knew you would eventually see things my way,” she replied happily. “We’ll start in half an hour. Everything is already set up.”


Usually when I walk inside my mother’s painting room, I would always feel relaxed because I never had anything important to do. My mother had all of the big responsibilities. I just carried stuff.

This time, I walked into her painting room feeling like I was going to take a major exam, which I barely studied for. I felt like a fish out of water. There was a sense of nervousness and awkwardness which came over me. The feelings grew worse when I saw my mother smiling at me, while putting the paint on her pallet.

“Right on time,” she said, as if she were an evil doctor.

“This is kind of scary to be honest. I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach.”

“I know the feeling. Believe me. If you want my advice, just imagine that your body is the beautiful thing on the planet, which it is. I firmly believe that each human body is a beautiful form of art. So think of this as sharing your beauty with the world.”

“Women are a lot more beautiful than men,” I joked.

She smiled, “I think you’re very handsome as a matter-of-fact. That’s part of the reason why I wanted you to do this.”

“Thanks mom. I think you can be pretty hot sometimes as well, in a non-inappropriate way.”

“The word ‘hot’ isn’t proper terminology,” she replied in her art professor voice.

“You know what I’m trying to say.”

“I know. I’m only teasing, Shall we get started now?”

“Now?” I asked in a state of semi-shock. “That soon?”

“This painting isn’t going to make itself. I’ll need you to remove your clothes and sit on that sofa by the window.”

“Okay. If you insist.”

My heart started beating faster. Even though I agreed to pose nude for my mother, the full reality of it didn’t hit me until that very moment. I became nervous, and I almost started to sweat.

She gave me an amused look. “I completely understand how terrified you must feel. Your whole life, you were taught by society that nudity is bad, and something to be ashamed of. But in the world of art, nudity is something to be admired. I was so scared my first time posing nude, but then I got used to it, and it became a wonderful feeling.”

“I guess you’re right. Here it goes.”

With slightly shaky hands, I pulled my tshirt overhead and placed them onto a nearby table. My mother just stood there and watched me, as if she were curious what I looked like nude. Or maybe it was her normal process. Next came my shorts, which I also placed on the table. My mother continued staring at me. I was only wearing underwear.

For reasons unknown, I found myself becoming aroused at the idea of being naked for my mother to see. It felt like an exhibitionist rush. The taboo was surreal. My heart started to race. Blood started flowing. My heart was pounding. I was slowly becoming erect.

My mother looked down and immediately saw my growing erection. It was humiliating, and I could tell she was shocked. Her eyes widened and the tension in the room was uncomfortable.

“Maybe we can compromise,” she said. “Maybe I can paint you like this, with your underwear on. I can try to paint the nude portion of your body using my imagination. But if it doesn’t look right, we can do a nude portrait tomorrow.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” I replied.

I breathed a sigh of relief. My mother just spared me the humiliation of having to get naked to reveal my hard cock, which was already bulging through my underwear. She knew it would have been extremely awkward for both of us.

“Have a seat. Sit comfortably. Any way you like. Look towards the window so I’ll only paint the side of your face.”

I did as she asked and sat on the sofa. I leaned back and got comfortable. I turned my face away from my mother. The moment I sat still, my mother began to paint me without a hint of warning. She immediately dipped her brush in the paint and began to work. She told me not to move, and I sat still.

An hour passed, and my erection slowly began to fade. The entire time she painted me, it felt like a strangely sexual experience between us. In the corner of my eye, I watched her carefully examine every inch of my body. And I enjoyed looking at her. I’ve always thought my mother was a very beautiful woman. Seeing her concentrate, doing something she loved only made her look more attractive.

When it was over, she smiled at me and told me it was ready. She seemed excited about it. I got up and walked over to where she stood, and looked at the painting. It was her version of how she thought I looked naked.


Monday was a holiday. I woke up later than usual, and I thought about what I was going to do that day. I didn’t have any plans.

When I went down the stairs for breakfast, I saw that my mother was in her art room. I looked inside, and saw that she was standing in front of the portrait she made of me, thinking to herself. She must have been in a deep state of concentration because she didn’t say anything to me, knowing that I was behind her.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“The portrait,” she replied. “I’m not sure if I like it.”

“Why not? I think you did a great job. It’s the same standard as all your other work.”

She turned to me and nodded. “Yeah, but something doesn’t feel right about it. The nudity is supposed to be the centerpiece of this portrait, but it doesn’t feel authentic. I didn’t paint you nude. I substituted that part with my own imagination, that’s why this painting feels wrong.”

I knew where this was headed. My mother was having second thoughts, and she probably wanted to get me naked so she could paint me.

“Well are you just going to leave it like that?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “I think it looks perfectly fine. Seriously, this may even be one of the best paintings you’ve ever done.”

She sighed, “I’m sorry. I can’t. My artistic integrity is on the line. All of my portraits must be perfect for the upcoming exhibit. I’ll have to paint you nude. There’s no other way. Can you do it for me?”

The feeling of nervousness came over me again. It wasn’t as bad as yesterday since I had already spent an hour in my underwear for her. And the look in my mother’s eyes, there was no talking her out of this decision. She had already made up her mind.

“Fine. If it means that much to you, then I’ll do it mom.”

She walked towards me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You’ve always been so supportive of me. I owe you so much for this, I promise.”

“You better.”

“I will,” she smiled. “Eat your breakfast and be ready in an hour.”


The hour flew by fast. I could barely eat since I was so nervous. I could feel the countdown for having to get naked in front of my mother. I became more nervous by the minute.

My mother called me and told me it was time. I walked into the art room and felt much calmer once I saw my mother’s happy face. What’s the harm right? It wasn’t like my mother was going to judge me or anything. It was all for the sake of art. It was her passion. She’s seen countless naked bodies, so this probably wouldn’t have been much different to her.

“Strip,” she said bluntly. “Exactly like yesterday, but without your underwear.”

“You aren’t wasting any time today.”

“There’s no time to waste. Tomorrow I plan on setting up my area in the gallery. So I’d like to finish this today.”

“Okay. Here it goes.”

I stripped off my tshirt and shorts with ease. That was the simple part. I was already used to my mom seeing me without much clothes. Once I was down to my underwear, the awkwardness came again. I looked at my mother, and she raised both eyebrows, as if she was signaling me to get this over with already. Then I did it, I bent down and took off my underwear.

I stood completely naked in front of my mother. She raised an eyebrow when she looked at my penis. It was flaccid because of how nervous I was, but slowly I began to feel that exhibitionist rush creeping back in. Being naked in front of my mom was unusually exciting in some strange way. I couldn’t understand it, but it made my blood flow.

“On the sofa,” she ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” I playfully replied.

I could see her smile when I walked over to the sofa to sit. I struck the same simple pose as I did yesterday, with my face slightly turned so that I wouldn’t be recognized in the painting. All I could think about was that my mom was looking at my exposed private area. It felt so strange for it to be exposed in a casual way. I heard her begin to paint.

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” she asked. “Before long, you won’t even notice that you’re naked.”

“Thanks for the reminder.”

The idea that my cock was exposed to my mother was still making me aroused. As much as I tried to think other thoughts, it didn’t work. My body had only one response. My cock was becoming stiff. I didn’t want to look at my mother, or say anything, out of complete embarrassment over the situation. I was hoping it would go away eventually and that my mother would ignore it, but neither of those things happened.

“You realize that you have an erection, don’t you?” she asked in her art professor voice.

I turned to look at her. “Yeah. Sorry mom. I should probably…”

“Don’t move!” she snapped. “Your pose is perfect. The morning sunlight across your body is exactly what I want. It’s perfect. Don’t move a muscle.”

“But what about my…”

“It’s not important. Believe me, I’ve painted countless naked men and this is normal. It will go away by the time I start painting your pelvic region. Now look out towards the window.”

I did what she said and turned away from her again, facing the window. The room was silent except for the sound of her paint brush quickly doing its work. My hard-on wouldn’t disappear. I didn’t ‘relieve’ myself that morning, and the taboo of having my mother stare at me was too much for me to handle. It was a potent combination.

“Is that thing going away yet?” she asked, annoyed. “I’ve never had this problem with any of my other male models.”

I turned to look at her. “Your other male models probably aren’t my age. Sorry mom. I was trying to warn you about this. There’s nothing I can do.”

“You must have eaten something potent for breakfast,” she said, half sarcastically, and half joking.

“Maybe we can continue this later in the afternoon? I’ll make sure I’m in the exact same pose so it won’t mess up your painting.”

“That won’t work. The sunlight would be different.”

I was getting desperate from the humiliation of my erection pointing straight up in the air. This had to be resolved, and soon.

“Do you think I should, you know, go take care of it really fast?” I asked in an embarrassed voice. “It shouldn’t take long. I’ll be right back.”

She thought for a moment. “I don’t want to lose this pose.”

“Then what should we do?”

“Are you sure it won’t go down anytime soon?”

I nodded. “I’m positive mom.”

She took a deep breath. “Then maybe I can take care of it for you. Would you mind? I know I’m your mother, and that it would be completely inappropriate, but think of it as a professional courtesy. We’re making art right now, and this is part of the process.”

My jaw nearly dropped and I had to compose myself. My cock suddenly became even harder. Did she just offer what I think she did? Did I hear that right? Was she even thinking clearly?

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to get confirmation.

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“I’ll relieve your erection so you won’t have to move. Your pose is perfect and I don’t want to lose it. Would you be comfortable with this? If not, forget that I said anything.”

I was more than comfortable with it, but of course I couldn’t show it or else she would think that I’m some sort of pervert.

“Sure mom. If that’s what you think is best.”

My mother put her paint brush and pallet down on the table. She walked over to me with a stern, professor like stature. Her face was serious, as if my erection was interfering with her work. When she stood in front of me, she put her hands around her waist to show that she was in control over the awkward situation.

“Now remember, this is only a one-time deal. Don’t ask me to do this again. This is purely for professional reasons and I expect you to understand that.”

“Of course,” I replied.

“Good. I’m going to get started now. Don’t move a muscle. I don’t want to lose this pose.”

My mother got down on her knees, directly in front of me. She didn’t waste any time and immediately grabbed the base of my throbbing erection with both hands. Her hands felt soft. I’ve always known they were soft since she likes to touch me a lot. But feeling her hands on my cock was something else entirely.

It was a surreal sight. My beautiful mother was actually stroking me. Her hands looked small and delicate wrapped around my erection. Her eyes were gazing at my cock, as if she were studying it to paint later. She looked very pretty under the natural sunlight coming through the window, and she was giving me a handjob of all things.

“That feels good,” I blurted out.

“Well that’s the point,” she replied. “The sooner we get this over with, the better.”

The taboo was unbelievable. I was naked in front of my mother, and she was on her knees jerking me off. The thrill of that only made me harder, which I think surprised her. Her slow and gentle strokes suddenly became faster and harder.

“Just like that,” I moaned. “Keep doing that.”

“You’re in some mood today. Do you always get this aroused?”

“Not usually.”

“Just do me a favor and try to hurry up.”

A wicked thought came to mind. I’ve always wanted to see my mother in various states of undress, but I never had the opportunity. She was always so careful with keeping her body covered, despite having such an open minded view of nudity. So I took a chance.

“Do you think you can help me finish?” I asked, unsure of how to choose my words.

She raised an eyebrow while continuing to stroke me. “What do you think I’m doing right now?”

“I mean, this will be a lot faster if you showed me something. I’m a very visual person, just like you. I’m used to seeing something adult oriented.”

“Watching me give you a handjob isn’t visual enough?” she asked sharply. “You should be thankful that I’m even doing this.”

Her hands continued to stroke me. It was tough having a conversation while she was jerking me off because of how good it felt, and how awkward it was. But it was worth the effort.

“I am thankful. All I’m saying is that this would be much faster. Lately you’ve always been talking about how nudity isn’t a big deal. It’s kind of unfair that I’m the only one naked here.”

She continued stroking my shaft in a very sensual way. She didn’t reply immediately. I could see in her eyes that she was thinking. Her hands suddenly stopped, and I was afraid that my over aggressiveness stopped her.

“You’re right,” she replied. “I would be a hypocrite if I refused. You’ve always been so helpful to me, and I realize this is difficult and embarrassing for you to be my nude model.”

My mom reached down and pulled her shirt up to the top of her chest, then she lifted up her bra, causing her breasts to hang down. It was the very first time that I had ever seen her beautiful breasts. They were long, and slightly sagging. Her areolas were wide and light brown. And her nipples were large and brown. I could see her large brown nipples hardening, either from exposure or arousal.

“Those are really nice mom.”

She put her hands on my cock again. “Thanks. I’m glad you like them. Your body is certainly showing its approval.”

I didn’t know exactly what she meant, until she gave my cock an extra hard squeeze and smiled. My erection became stiffer, which is how she knew I liked her breasts. My eyes stayed on her tits while she jerked me off. Her eyes remained focus on my cock.

It felt like we both lost track of time in our sexual moment. The real irony was that during the hand job she gave me, I must have moved several times out of pleasure. She saw me move out of position, but she didn’t bother to say anything, she was too busy jerking me off.

“I’m close to cumming,” I panted.

She smiled. “Finally. My arms are getting tired.”

“Where should I do it?”

“Right where you are. I’ll clean it up after.”

The motion of her hands increased and I felt a powerful pressure building up inside my cock. It felt amazing. I came and it shot straight into the air. Before long, her hands were covered with my cum, and it was dripping onto my body.

She let go, put her breasts away, and stood up to get some paper towels to wipe me with. The funny thing was that she cleaned me the same way she would clean the house. It looked innocent and motherly. There was one drop of cum left on my thigh, and surprisingly, she scooped it up with her finger and ate it.

“You taste good,” she smiled. “Ready to continue?”

“Yeah, I am,” I replied in disbelief over the fact that she ate my cum.

“Good. Now get back into the same position you were before this mess started.”

With that, my mother stood up and went back to her area to paint. I moved back to the same position. My mother picked up her paint brush and pallet and went back to work as if nothing was wrong. I could see a slight smile on her face, and I was sure the same look was on my face as well.


Later that night. My mother called me down the stairs for dinner. She made lasagna, which was one of my favorites. There were several other nice dishes as well. I usually helped prepare the table, but this time, the everything was already set. We both sat down to eat.

“This looks great,” I said to her.

“I hope so,” she replied. “Tonight is a special occasion.”

“Why? Because you finished all of your paintings?”

“Exactly. I couldn’t have done it without you. So this is my little way of showing gratitude for what you’ve done for me.”

I was flattered, but she didn’t have to do this. At that point, I don’t think she realized how much I loved getting a handjob from her earlier. That was more than enough to express her gratitude. To my mother, it was just something that needed to be done in order to get ride of my erection.

I took a big bite out of the food. “You didn’t have to do this, but it’s delicious.”

“I insist,” she replied. “Besides, I got off the phone with the gallery’s art director a few hours ago. She told me that I’m invited to have a private dinner with some very influential figures in the art community. I’m talking about artists that I deeply admire. Can you believe it?”

Her eyes showed her excitement. A big smile grew on her face. I was really happy for her.

“That’s awesome news mom. I think those people are going to be amazed when they see all of those portraits you’ve made. Your collection is really something special.”

She blushed. “You’re too sweet. I certainly hope that they’ll like my work. I’ll be giving them a private showing of my artwork on Wednesday.”

“I’m sure they’ll be amazed.”

“Hopefully. You aren’t doing anything Friday late afternoon are you?”

“What do you need?”

“Do you think you can help arrange my things at the gallery? It’ll be closed to the public. Only the art director will be there. In the evening I’ll present my collection to the guests, then I’ll go have dinner with them at a nearby restaurant. My friend will be giving me a ride home. Would you mind?”

“Mom, of course I’ll help. After posing nude for you, everything else is easy in comparison.”

She stood up and gave me a big kiss on the cheek, which probably put tomato sauce on my face. I didn’t mind feeling the grease on my cheek because of how nice the kiss felt. I’ve always enjoyed feeling her kisses. Her lips are soft and loving. In a weird way I found myself becoming aroused again.

“I owe you another big favor for this,” she smiled. “So that’s two favors I owe you now.”

My mind raced with a strange sense of excitement. It was kind of mind boggling to me that my mother didn’t consider the handjob she gave me earlier as returning the favor for me posing nude. If that wasn’t returning a favor, then what was?


Friday. It was 5 pm in the evening. My mother and I were alone in the art gallery, while the art director was in the back office. We arranged all of the different paintings for display. It was amazing to see the collection she had painted. There was an assortment of abstract paintings. There was also the assortment of nude portraits which represented a wide array of people. It was beyond weird seeing my nude portrait up there for everyone to see, but at least no one knew it was me.

My mother was dressed beautifully, wearing a sexy black dress with heels. Her hair was neatly done, and it was one of the rare occasions where she wore extra make-up. She wanted to look her very best for the private dinner, and she succeeded.

I could see how satisfied she looked while examining her portraits for the last time. It was a major artistic accomplishment for her.

“This is incredible mom,” I said to her, as we continued looking at the paintings. “Now I finally understand what you’ve been trying to do.”

“I knew you would eventually understand.”

My mother’s eyes remained on her art display. I could tell how proud she was, and I felt proud for her. It was an ambitious art project, featured in the prominent area of the large gallery. She once again looked over each nude portrait. She stopped at the final portrait, which was of me.

“Do you really need to look at that one again?” I asked jokingly.

She turned to me and smiled, “Yes, I do. That portrait might be my favorite.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because that day was special for me,” she replied. “We made this painting together, as a team. It was an endearing moment for me. That’s why I’ll always be fond of it.”

“Well, that was a special day for me also, but for a different reason though,” I blurted out without thinking.

She looked at me and tried to suppress her laughter. I realized what I just said, and what it meant.

“So, you enjoyed the relief I provided you. Who would have thought?”

I shrugged, like it was no big deal. “It was nice.”

“Is that all?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Okay fine, I really liked it. What did you expect? It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a lady, and I thought you looked pretty sexy while you were painting me.”

Once again, I realized that I shouldn’t have said that, but it was too late. My mother picked up on my comment and sharpened her eyes.

“You think I look sexy when I paint?” she asked.

I sighed, “A little bit. Kind of. I guess so. Does that bother you?”

“Not really. I had an idea you were interested in me when your erection wouldn’t go away. I realize that the whole taboo of being painted by your own mother can be quite arousing for college boys your age.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I have a friend who has done artwork with her son,” my mother replied. “They’ve painted each other nude, and let’s just say that she’s told me a few interestingstories which have resulted from their naked collaborations.”

There was a slight grin on my mother’s face. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, or where this conversation was headed, but at least she was playful about it.

“You seem open minded about all of this,” I said.

“What else were you expecting?”

“I don’t know. I assumed you would be more authoritative about anything regarding your work. When I had that erection that wouldn’t go away, I never would have expected you to, you know, take care of that for me. I was really surprised, but in a good way.”

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She smiled, “Let me show you something. Follow me.”

My mother led me to the other side of the art gallery, and pointed to a nude painting done by another artist. The body was of a mature woman posing nude, but there was no face on it. The nude woman in the portrait struck an erotic pose.

“What did you want to show me?” I asked.

“What do you think of the woman in this portrait?”

“Stunning obviously. I think she has an incredible body. I love women that age. Really, I do.”

“The woman in that painting is me,” my mother replied. “My friend painted it a few weeks ago. So please don’t think of me as some sort of prude. I’m not. I have a sexual side like anyone else.”

My heart nearly skipped a beat as I looked at the image once again. It was a perfectly painted image of my mother’s nude body. The details in the painting were vivid. I noticed every curve, shape, and line on her body. She had a womanly figure which also reflected her age.

“I think you have a really beautiful body.”

“Thank you.”

As I continued to stare at the painting, I slowly found myself becoming aroused. My cock slowly started coming to life, and I had to adjust the way that I stood to keep my growing erection from protruding.

“Is there a problem?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.

It was clear she knew what I was going through.

“I’m fine.”

She looked down at my crotch. “You don’t look fine. This is a classy art gallery. Walking around with an erection is generally frowned upon here. Don’t you know that?”

Suddenly, the door to the backroom opened and the art director quickly walked towards our direction. She was a woman in her early 50’s, and I became kind of nervous thinking she overheard our adult conversation.

“I’m terribly sorry,” the art director said to my mother. “I have a personal emergency which I must tend to immediately.”

“That’s horrible,” my mother replied. “Is everything going to be okay? Is there anything I can do for you?”

“It’s nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine. But I need to take care of something briefly. Do you mind if I leave you two alone? I’ll be back before the visitors arrive.”

“That’s no problem at all.”

The art director smiled and quickly made her way to the door. “Great. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”

Once the director left through the front door, my mother and I looked at each other with a sigh of relief.

“God, I thought we were toast,” my mother said jokingly.

“So did I. That had me nervous.”

She looked down at my crotch. “Apparently nervousness doesn’t affect your erections. Thank goodness she didn’t look below and see your bulge.”

I felt embarrassed when she pointed that out, and I adjusted my pants.

“Very funny. I think I better go now. I’ll see you at home later.”

“But I was going to introduce you to the guests, remember?” my mother said.

“Can’t we do that another time.”

“No, tonight was supposed to be special. You’re an important part of my success, and I insist that you get credit for it.”

“What about, you know, this,” I replied, referring to my erection. “I guess I can go to the bathroom and take care of it.”

My mother suddenly gave me a mischievous look. “I still owe you two favors for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you haven’t forgotten that.”

It was difficult to read her face. I couldn’t tell what she meant. I thought she implied that she was willing to do me another sexual favor, but I wasn’t sure.

“Do you mean what I think you mean?”

She nodded. “Tonight is special. You’ve done so much for me, and I couldn’t have completed my art collection without the help of your beautiful naked body. So, I’m willing to express my gratitude in any way that I possibly can.”

The hairs on the back of my head nearly stood up.

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure.”

“Okay,” I replied. “If you’re serious, then I wouldn’t mind a little extra help.”

“Of course.”

With that said, my mother walked closer towards me. I could tell she was slightly nervous, and so was I. Without a hint of warning, my mother got down on her knees. She looked so sexy in that position, with her hair done nicely while wearing a black dress.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “I mean, right here? People could see us through the front window. Or someone might walk in.”

“Relax. There’s a big art display right behind you which is blocking the people outside from seeing us. Besides, we still have thirty minutes alone. Well, less than thirty minutes now. We better make this quick.”

My mother unzipped my pants and pulled my pants down, along with my underwear. She didn’t waste any time and wrapped both hands around my cock. She gave me a few quick strokes, and it felt amazing. My semi erect cock immediately became fully erect.

I was only expecting her to give me another handjob, but to my disbelief, she engulfed my cock inside of her mouth. Her mouth felt warm and wet. Her suction was air tight. I watched my mother bob her head back and forth with her lips wrapped tightly around me. It felt unbelievable, and the sight of my beautiful mother doing this for me was unreal.

I moaned. My prim & proper mother was sucking my cock in the middle of an art gallery. The gallery was on a busy street, and I’m sure there were plenty of people outside since it was still early in the evening, with the sun going down. If anyone outside had simply peeked through the window and looked carefully, they would have seen an elegantly dressed woman on her knees, sucking the cock of her own son. The taboo was unbelievable.

The adrenaline rush I felt at that moment was much greater than when my mother painted my nude body. The pleasure I got from her sucking my cock was much hotter than when she gave me a handjob. I tried to stand still, so that I could stay hidden behind the large art display, so that the people on the street wouldn’t see me. My mother remained in the same position, on her knees, casually bobbing her head back and forth while she sucked. The large art gallery was silent except for the sound of my mother slurping and making wet noises with her mouth.

As good as it felt, I wanted more. I was curious about having sex with my mother, and the opportunity may never come again, so I took a chance.

“Wait,” I said, causing my mother to stop. “Do you think we could go a little further? You still owe me another favor right?”

She raised an eyebrow. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

“What do you think?” I smiled.

She thought for a moment. “It would probably make this whole process a little faster. People will be arriving here soon. Make it quick, okay?”

To my surprise, it worked. My mother stood up and pulled her panties down to her ankles, then she took them off. She turned around and got down on her hands and knees, lifting up her dress from behind. It was surreal to watch. She then wiggled her backside. She wanted it doggy style.

“Well?” she said. “I’m waiting. We don’t have all night.”

I quickly got down on my knees, right behind my mother’s ass. When I spread her backside, I got a good look at her little brown anus, and her pink vagina. There were plenty of pubic hairs around her vaginal area. Her pussy was soaking wet, which only meant that she enjoyed sucking my cock in the empty art gallery.

When the tip of my cock pressed against her labia, my mother held her body still so that I could enter. I pushed my cock inside of her, and she moaned. Her pussy was warm and tight. I watched her fingers press the flat surface of the floor tightly as I entered her all the way.

My cock was raging hard at that point. I couldn’t believe that any of this was actually happening. Not only was I having sex with my own mother, but she may have been enjoying it more than I was. Her moans became louder and louder. We were alone in the gallery, so we could be as loud as we wanted.

My hands squeezed her hips tightly as we had sex. She pushed back against my thrusts as well. Before long, the art gallery was filled with the lewd noises of my crotch slapping against my mother’s round ass. Her loud moans soon became grunts of sexual pleasure. She was enjoying this as much as I was. Her neatly done hair was soon waving back and forth from our sexual coupling.

While we were in the midst of our intense sexual passion, I remembered that we had to stay in a certain position to avoid people on the street seeing us. My back was against the window, so I couldn’t tell if anyone was watching us or not. At that moment, my mother didn’t seem to care. Her mind was focused on pleasure. Her grunts became cries while we continued having sex. My hands squeezed the soft flesh of her hips even tighter as I thrusted harder.

“Just like that,” she cried. “That feels so good…ughh…I need this so bad. I’m almost there.”

Hearing my classy mother admit that she needed this only added fuel to my fire. My cock was already throbbing beyond belief, and I was fucking her as hard as I could. I could feel the warmth in her pussy, and her natural wetness.

I reached down with one hand and rubbed her clitoris and wet pussy. She cried some more. My fingers moved in a circular motion around her clitoris and depraved sounds escaped her lips. She kept telling me to touch her like that. She told me not to stop. She told me she wanted to cum so bad.

She pressed her face against the floor and cried for me to continue thrusting, and rubbing her clit. Her back arched upwards and I saw her muscles stiffen. I felt a small rush of fluids gushing from her vagina. She gasped, and I knew she had an orgasm.

It wasn’t long before I came inside of her pussy. I continued my thrusts until a powerful pressure built inside of me and I shot several loads of my cum inside of her. I continued until there was nothing left, and my hard cock was slowly become soft.

“Oh god,” I groaned. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

My mother stood up, and my flaccid wet cock plopped out of her vagina. She didn’t bother to clean herself, she simply put her panties back on, and adjusted her black dress.

“I can’t believe it either,” she replied, still breathing heavily. “But I’m glad we did it.”

She reached in her purse and grabbed a few pieces of tissue and handed them to me, so I could wipe my cock clean. I cleaned myself with them and pulled my pants up. Then I threw the tissue in a nearby trash can.

We heard the front door suddenly open. It was the art director, who returned to the gallery earlier than we expected. I suddenly became fearful that we had been caught.

“My deepest apologies,” the art director said to my mother. “Everything is sorted out now. Sorry for leaving you two here alone.”

“No worries,” my mother replied. “Things happens. I’m glad everything is okay.”

“The guests will be arriving soon. Your art display looks fabulous. It’s one of the best I’ve ever seen.”

My mother wrapped her arm around me. “Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without the help of my son.”

The art director’s face nearly became flush. “Oh, this young man is your son?”

“Yes, he is,” my mother proudly replied.

“I see. If you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of some last minute things in my office.”

With that said, the art director quickly walked passed us and went back to her office, closing the door.

“Do you think she saw us?” I asked my mother.

She smiled, “I have no idea. I was too busy on my knees to even notice.”

Before I could reply, the front door to the art gallery opened, and a small group of well dressed people entered. They were the people my mother was meeting with. All of them shook my mother’s hand, and they shook my hand as well.

My mother proudly presented her art collection and nude portraits to them, and they were all amazed. They loved my mother’s work. I could tell how proud my mother was. But all I could think about was how my cum must have been dripping inside of my mother’s panties while she was talking to the group of people. Before they left for dinner, I saw a small trickle of cum running down her leg.

The End

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