Son poses nude for mom’s painting collection

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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?

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