Chapter 5

Meagan got excited when she saw the clothes her mother had laid out for her. It was a simple black dress, with matching black strapless bra, black panties, and thigh high stockings. There were also a pair of 2 inch heels. Meagan quickly stripped naked, and found that her nipples hardened as soon as she took off the bra she had worn to school. She decided to really get them hard by licking and sucking on her own tits before putting on the outfit. When she was done, she was quite happy with the results. The spaghetti strap top wasn’t low cut, but her breasts were so large that the dress showed them off nicely. Peter would love the outfit. Meagan felt sick to her stomach when she thought about the possibility of her mother only wanting to check the fit of the dress, or even worse, posing her without Peter. “Mother!”

“What is it Meagan?” Debbie asked as they met in the upstairs hallway. “Oh good, you’re already dressed. Try on the heels.”

“Is Peter coming over to pose tonight?” Meagan hoped she didn’t sound too eager. Just saying his name made her hard nipples ache and her pussy spasm a little bit. If her mother decided to pose her naked tonight, she knew it would be wide open and wet for the pose. She decided to try to work the pose in that direction. Can I take off my panties and show off my pussy if he is?

“Well someone is horny after not getting to pose for a while.”

“I am not horny!”

“Meagan, please. Didn’t you just recently tell me that you don’t do a good job of satisfying yourself unless you get to pose with Peter before hand?”

“Well, yes. OK, fine, I’m horny. I want to show off how wet and swollen my pussy is. Can I pose with it hanging out.”

“Sure, I was going to have you sitting in a chair, so let’s head downstairs and figure out how to show you off. I do love painting your adorable little kitty!” When Meagan took an unsteady step in the heels and put a hand against the wall to restore her balance, Debbie added. “Shoes off. I don’t need you falling down the steps before Peter even gets here. In fact, don’t try to walk in those at all. I’ll put them on you after we figure out how you’re sitting in the chair.

Meagan slid her feet out of the shoes, and dropped her panties to the floor. Not bothering to pick up the discarded panties, she hooked her fingers into the heels and went downstairs loving the way her stockings made a swishing noise as she walked.

Peter entered the basement holding the black panties Meagan had only worn for a few minutes. “Oh wow!” he sighed when he saw Meagan lounging in a chair with one leg on the floor and the other thrown over the leg of the chair. Peter eagerly moved to where he could look at Meagan’s outfit and saw her tits were stretching out the top without showing much cleavage. He admired the girl’s stocking covered legs and the black heels on her feet. Then he noticed that with her legs spread wide, her short dress didn’t cover her crotch and he was holding the panties which should have covered her pussy. “Oh fuck! That is a gorgeous juicy pussy!” Even if she had been wearing the panties, it would have been an immodest pose. Without the panties, it was positively obscene. Peter had become hard as soon as he walked in the door of Debbie’s house, but now he was so hard it hurt. Meagan smiled as she watched Peter strip naked for her.

“This pose is going to be so hot Mom! Where is Peter going to be standing? Wait, you’ve got a funny look on your face. What have you got planned?”

“I’ve got one more prop for you honey,” Debbie stated. She pulled a wine glass from behind her easel and walked over to Meagan. “You hold this; tilt it about forty-five degrees. Now Peter, you put your cock in the wineglass.” Peter sighed loudly as he pressed his cock against the cool glass and Meagan shuddered as she felt the pressure of Peter’s hard cock on the prop in her hand. “I think this is going to be at least two paintings in a series, maybe three. The theme is white wine.”

As Debbie started painting, she told her models, “Now, normally, I want you to stay as still as possible, but Meagan, I want you to make small, subtle movements with your wrist to manipulate Peter’s hard on. I don’t want you jacking him off with the wineglass, just give him a little something to think about.”

“Damn Meagan, that feels fantastic!” Peter started humping the wineglass and Meagan had to move as much or more in reaction to that as she did anything.

“You like that?” Meagan giggled.

“I fucking love that!” Peter exclaimed.

“That’s a bit much; tone it down you too.” Peter whimpered as he force himself to stop bucking his hips against the pressure of the glass on his cock head. “Keep toning it down.”

“Mom, I’m hurting Peter. He needs more stimulation that this. This almost feels like I’m torturing him.”

“It’s OK Meagan,” Peter grunted. “Your mom is the boss. We need to do the poses the way she wants us to.”

Peter’s eyes were closed, and his face was scrunched up with concentration as he had to fight hard to remain motionless in the face of the way Meagan altered the way the wineglass pressed against his cock. “Oh Peter, that facial expression, it’s so intense. I wasn’t expecting this, but I have to add it to the painting! This is even better than what I had planned. This pose hopefully serves two purposes. With Meagan directly manipulating your cock with the wineglass, I’m hoping this will get you past the slightest touch from Meagan setting you off.”

“I love this training Mrs. D.”

“You don’t look like you love it,” Meagan observed. “I still feel like I’m torturing you.”

“Is it torture if I love it?”

“Nevertheless, you probably need a break Peter. Why don’t the two of you get your robes and give Peter’s dick a rest for a few minutes.”

Debbie was quite pleased with her first in what she had decided to be three paintings. Meagan had been subtly manipulating Peter’s cock for over an hour of posing, and he hadn’t lost control of it. She was ready for the second phase of her plan and told her models that they could be more aggressive with the movement of and pressure on Peter’s cock. Meagan cooed and giggled as Peter gasped and moaned in response to what Meagan was doing to him with the wine glass. After five minutes of such stimulation, Debbie was ready to resume painting. She was encouraged by Peter’s ability to hold off orgasm in response to such direct manipulation of his cock at the hands of her daughter. Debbie took a deep breath and decided that patience was required and that she should watch for signs of Peter needing to cum.

“I like making your cock feel good,” Meagan told Peter shyly.

“Oh Meagan, you’ve been making my cock feel good from the moment I first laid eyes on you, but what you’re doing today is on a whole new level.”

Debbie decided that was a good sign, but she was getting impatient to pick up her brushes again. “I’m really impressed with the self control you’re showing Peter. I want to get painting again though. I’ll go get some milk from the fridge to fill up that wine glass. Then I can paint the next variation on my theme.”

“I thought the theme was white wine Mom. Why would you have me hold a glass of milk?”

“It’s supposed to be Peter’s milk.”

“That doesn’t make any sense; guys don’t make milk.”

“Well you’re doing your best to milk Peter’s cock, but he’s been able to resist you. I want to paint again, so I’m heading to the fridge.”

“I’m not milking Peter’s cock; I’m rubbing it and teasing it. Oh ... oh! You mean the white ... is really Peter’s spunk?” Meagan got a dazed look on her face as she suddenly understood what the term white wine meant for this pose, and she started panting with lust. “Fuck! I’m supposed to be holding a glass full of Peter’s jizz? I don’t want any fucking substitutes, I want the real thing!”

With her free hand, Meagan pointed her finger at Peter’s washboard abs and Debbie could tell she was about to poke her male model. “Meagan, don’t”

“You wanted to see if all this wine glass shit has got him to where he won’t erupt like a volcano at the slightest touch from me, don’t you? Or am I not understanding the point of all the teasing I’ve been doing to Peter’s hard dick with this wine glass?”

“No, that was the plan, but...” Debbie trailed off.

“Let’s see if it worked then,” Meagan said impishly as she resumed her interrupted motion and briefly touched her index finger to Peter’s midsection. Peter bellowed like a bull, and jizz shot from his cock into the wine glass. However, he was cumming so hard that it was redirected back onto his abs and splashed onto the college student. The first six squirts of his jizz did the same thing. Then as the initial force of his orgasm subsided and the glass started to accumulate some cum to slow down the ropes of jizz still shooting from his cock that they stopped splashing back out. Meagan began to raise the glass to her lips.

“Meagan, no! I need you holding that jizz for the next painting!” Debbie demanded. Her daughter whimpered. “Wow Meagan! Your cum lust has never been so evident on your face; I have to paint this. Don’t move! You either Peter. Your expression is fantastic as well!”

“I feel so drained; I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard or so much!” Meagan whimpered louder when she heard this, but was so focused on the glass of jizz she was holding, she couldn’t even talk.

“Damn! I didn’t get a chance to film it. Although I’m not sure I could have counted ropes of your cum properly the way they were shooting into the wine glass.”

“That was a huge load,” Peter stated again. “Wine glasses are usually four ounces, right? I filled it up!” The college stud said proudly.

“And you’ve got cum dripping off you. I hadn’t planed on that, but it’s very exciting. I’ve gotten some practice painting your cum on mirrors or on Meagan, but this is something new to me! Don’t either of you move! I’ve got to record what I’m seeing; it’s so exciting!”

Both her models were so dazed from what had happened that evening, that neither of them seemed to notice that she finished the second painting without giving either of them a break. She was thrilled with the results of the first two paintings, and was excited to reward her daughter with the pose for the third painting. “OK Meagan, for the final pose I want to get you drinking Peter’s cum!”