Chapter 4

Debbie and her two models were in the kitchen with a white board. So this is where we stand, after the accidental touch, Peter started talking about having sex with Meagan almost immediately. You both have all your clothes on, and we’re going to see if you and Peter can be in the same room while be brainstorm on solutions without melting down or babbling about needing to have sex with you again. Hopefully that shadow session got that out of his system. So, right now, as I see it, is that Peter came quite predictably for a long time while posing, but we can’t count on that predictability right now.

“Well, we’re going to have to start posing again if we want to be able to see how well Peter is doing currently,” Meagan said quickly.

“Hold on, the solution can’t be, let’s just start posing again. I know you’re grumpy from not posing like you’re used to, but we’ve got to think this through. What do you say Peter?”

“I think Meagan’s right. We need at least one trial pose to see how my control is, but it should be poses where we’re far enough apart that there isn’t any danger of accidental touching.”

Debbie was shaking her head, “It’s so dangerous. If we do this, Meagan’s going to have to be wearing jeans and a sturdy belt.”

Peter groaned, “Fine by me. Fuck, I’m so hard thinking about my goddess topless in blue jeans. Can I take my cock out?”

“Peter! No, we’re problem solving here. This is exactly the sort of loss of control I’m worried about. I also don’t like you still referring to Meagan as your goddess.”

“I don’t mind that part,” Meagan mumbled.

Debbie just sighed, “You two aren’t being helpful. I really don’t understand this goddess thing.”

“It was how I stayed hard without trying to do anything but look at her while we posed. She was my untouchable goddess. You wanted it that way Mrs. D. Ever since that day she touched me, I just hunger for another touch from my goddess.”

Debbie picked up a dry erase marker and wrote, “Posing again? Yes, with safeguards.” Then she wrote, “Goddess??? If so, must become untouchable again.” Peter groaned when he read that.

“I’m sorry Peter, it’s the only way. Your will power has proved quite adaptable in the past. You’re either going to have to give up on the idea that you’re worshiping Meagan or the idea of touching her again.”

“Alright, let’s tackle that one later. Do we have any other problems?” Peter sighed.

Tapping the pen on the table, Debbie wrote, “Meagan’s ever growing cum lust.”

“That’s not fair Mother!” Meagan whined, “You’re the one who got me obsessed with Peter’s jizz. I like watching it shoot out of his cock. I like the way it feels on my skin. I like the way it tastes. That last one is a lie. I love the way it tastes! I would get down on my knees and let him jack of right into my mouth. Ohhh, the feel of that warm cream on my face, dripping down my neck to spill down onto my big tits. The delicious spunk filling my mouth, oh, can you paint that for us Mommy? It’s been too long, I need to take my clothes off for Peter and make him hard.”

Debbie noted that her daughter’s eyes were completely glazed over with lust and Peter was drooling. This brainstorming session wasn’t going well. She decided that her models were too horny to think constructively. “You two, do I need to send you to different rooms to masturbate before you’ll be able to participate constructively?”

“That’s just cruel mother, if you’re not going to let us pose together, at least let us watch each other as we get some much needed relief.”

“You should be plenty relieved!” Debbie snapped back. “I can hear you, you know. You’ve been playing with your pussy constantly for the past two days.”

“It doesn’t help much if I haven’t been posing with Peter!” Meagan countered. “I can’t cum properly and each orgasm just makes me more frustrated, not less.” Meagan arched her back and started to lift her shirt up. Peter stood up gripping the sausage like erection contained in his pants and rubbing it while gripping the edge of the table with one hand.

“Stop, stop, both of you freeze right where you are!” Debbie shouted and amazingly enough, both of her models did as she commanded. Meagan’s shirt was hiked up under her chin. Her daughter’s big tits looked amazing in her bra, and both Debbie and Peter stared into her cleavage. Debbie couldn’t help but think about how much she missed painting Meagan’s amazing breasts.

“Please Mrs. D. You’ve stoked our lusts for each other to blast furnace heat to drive us to ever more erotic poses. Please, this is what you want. It’s sometimes messy, but you always drive us to more and more intense poses, like this one. I can’t tear my eyes away from my goddess’ cleavage to check, but I bet you’re staring too. Bring your easel up from the basement and paint us just like this. You know you need this as much as we do!”

Debbie considered the two young people. They actually were in quite a dynamic pose. On top of that, the frustration of not having posed for some time had put the most incredible, desperately needy expressions on their faces. Even though this brainstorming session hadn’t gone at all well, she did want to capture what she was seeing, “OK you two, if you are in this exact pose, and I mean this exact pose, when I get back up here with my supplies, I’ll do this painting.” Meagan whimpered and the table shook in Peter’s powerful grasp, and she took those as yes answers from both of her models.

Her models hadn’t moved, and Debbie decided to start painting with only the roughest of sketches laid down on the canvas. She thought it fit the implied urgency of Peter gripping his cock through his pants and Meagan lifting her shirt over her head. Debbie painted very quickly. Her initial thought was to get back to brainstorming, but as she painted her goal changed. She wanted to capture this exact pose, and didn’t want to risk Peter and Meagan being in a slightly different position, or having a slightly different posture if she allowed them a break. So she kept painting quickly, and after half an hour, she was finished.