Son poses nude for mom’s painting collection

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“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.

“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.”

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