Convincing the Models

By Ironbuddah

Chapter 6: A Slow Start Is Still a Start

"Yes! Free for the summer!" Meagan yelled. She dropped her backpack and noticed that her mother had left a note saying to meet her down in the studio. "I'm going to have lots of spending money this summer if you want me to pose this much Mom!" Meagan was rubbing her hands together in anticipation of yet another modeling "paycheck". She stopped when she saw a robed Peter sitting on one of the stools.

Debbie greeted her daughter. "Hi Honey."

"What's he doing here?" Meagan asked, her eyes narrow with suspicion.

"She doesn't beat around the bush, does she?" Peter commented.

Debbie began, "Well Honey..."

"Don't try to sweat talk me Mother, just answer the question."

"You see, I was hoping that the two of you could pose nude together. Peter has already agreed as long as it's all right with you."

"Hell no!" Neither Peter or Debbie said anything as Meagan shook with indignation. "F-f-fuck! Why the fuck would you even think of asking me that? Are you fucking out of your mind?" The f-bomb was not a regular part of Meagan's vocabulary, or at least it hadn't been up until this moment. Meagan stopped, expecting to be corrected. When her mother said nothing about her language, she dropped several more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck no!"

"Well, it's not like you haven't done it before."

Meagan's voice rose several octaves as she screeched, "What?"

"You know, when I painted you as a mermaid. You took your clothes off with Peter in the room."

"You said that was an emergency situation with rapidly drying colors. And taking my clothes off while he's about to head up the stairs is no where close to posing nude with him." Suddenly embarrassed, Meagan turned from her mother to Peter. "You didn't peek, did you?" Meagan covered her ample breasts with her hands, even thought they were quite adequately covered by the shirt she had worn to school.

Holding his hands up to protest his innocence, Peter said, I followed your mother's instructions on keeping my back turned to the letter. Meagan remained suspicious, but returned her attention to her mother.

Debbie asked, "What if he hadn't gone up the stairs right away, would that have made a difference?"

"Of course it would have made a difference!"

"How?"

Meagan was unable to explain though. "I don't know, it would just be different. It's one thing to pose nude with no one else around, but it's another thing to pose with a stranger in the room."

"Even if you can't see him, and he can't see you?"

Exasperated, Meagan huffed, "Yes Mother, it would still be different."

Debbie wouldn't let up however. "And even if you've done it before?"

"We did not do it before! He was leaving when I posed, and I've never been in the room with him posing!"

"Yes you were. It was the same day you posed for me the first time."

"That? That was an accident! And it was so embarrassing! And, what if his thing gets all woody again?"

"His thing? You mean his big dick? It depends on how long it stays that way. I may ignore it, or I may paint it that way." Debbie answered calmly.

Meagan's mouth gaped open, and she was stunned speechless for a moment. Debbie had to bite her tongue to keep from making a blow job joke at her daughter's expense. Deciding she had to say something. Meagan blurted out, "I'm not taking my panties off if his thing is going to be all hard and throbbing again!"

Judging it was time to try to end the stalemate between mother and daughter, Peter spoke. "So it's settled then, the first time we pose together you can leave your panties on." Debbie glared at Peter, since this ran counter to her ultimate goal of having both models fully nude at the same time, but Meagan spoke before her mother.

"Wait, what's settled?" Meagan was staring intently at the handsome Peter and running her fingers through her hair.

"Your only real objection was having your panties off when there was the possibility that I might experience an erection, so you can leave them on the first time we pose together."

"F-first time? Doesn't that kind of imply that there will be a second time? I don't remember agreeing to that." Meagan tilted her head to one side as she waited for Peter's reaction.

Debbie's initial irritation at Peter was fading. Meagan's objections were melting away when exposed to Peter's charm. Debbie smiled wickedly as she thought of a way to imply that her daughter was nude even though she was apparently going to get to keep her panties on this session.

"Your mother is paying us both to model for her this summer, isn't she." After Meagan nodded, Peter continued, "So whenever she wants to paint us in the same scene, we'll pose together. Your Mom is the boss, right?"

Reluctantly, Meagan admitted, "Um, I guess." Her heart started pounding when she considered the prospect of spending much of the summer working with this hunk under any circumstances.

Peter went on, "So, I'll get undressed and into my pose first. Then you can get undressed and pose out of my field of vision. That way I won't see anything I'm not supposed to, and you won't either."

"That seems like a good way to do things." Meagan agreed.

"And, if a mistake happens, it will be you seeing something extra, and we already know that didn't cause you to die of embarrassment." Debbie added slyly.

"Well it felt like it was going to. What about breaks?"

Peter answered again. "We'll just do things in the opposite order. You'll get dressed first, and I won't move a muscle until you tell me."

Picking up her robe, Meagan said, "Fine, go ahead and get undressed and into position. I'm going to go get undressed upstairs and I'll be back down in five minutes."

"Promise Honey?"

"Yes Mother, I promise."

"I was about to kill you when you said she could keep her panties on."

"It worked out OK though. Besides, it was a two stage process to get her to pose nude for you wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was." Debbie admitted. "I was so looking forward to painting the two of you nude together, but I've got an idea that will make it seem like she's posing nude. Grab four of those buckets and set them upside down over here in a rectangle pattern."

Peter's eyebrow arched with curiosity, and he asked, "What have you got in mind?"

"You'll just have to wait and see. Now get undressed and stand over there with your back to the buckets, your hands on your head, and a shocked expression on your face."

"Same paintbrush tapping signal as last time?"

"Yes, but only peek for a second. She got suspicious and checked to make sure you left the room last time."

Meagan headed back into her mother's studio, and gasped when she saw Peter standing nude with his back to her. She had almost expected to see his huge erection pointing at her again, but was glad to be looking at his muscular back instead. She couldn't help dipping her eyes down to Peter's butt, and found it to be very muscular in a way that got her heart pounding again. "So how do I pose?" Meagan whispered.

"Just because you two aren't supposed to see each other doesn't mean you have to whisper. Take off your robe, and sit between those two sets of buckets." Checking to make sure Peter's gaze was safely directed away from her, Meagan shrugged off her robe. Debbie was slightly disappointed to see that Meagan hadn't changed her mind about posing fully nude, but she was glad to see Peter's cock surge at the thought of Meagan's robe coming off.

"What's up with the buckets?"

"I want to add some scenery, but I needed a few fixed reference points. Rest your elbows on the buckets, and pretend your soaking in an old time bathtub." Peter's cock hardened fully as he realized what Debbie was going to paint. "Now tilt your head back and look at that wall over there." Debbie decided that this was an excellent pose, as it caused Meagan's breast to sit up more proudly and more prominently than any of the other ways she had positioned her daughter before. Debbie tapped her paintbrush against the easel, then began to sketch her models.

Peter took a quick look at the lovely Meagan, and had too look away quickly to keep from making a noise would have given himself away. The underage girl was far more lovely than anything he had ever laid eyes on before, and his the skin of his already fully hard cock stretched almost painfully over his large manhood as more blood pumped into it.

Debbie winked at her male model; she found his natural expression of awe much more suitable than the artificial shock on his face before peeking at her daughter. His dick was so hard that it caught the studio light as if it had been polished. She imagined that he would have no trouble maintaining his erection the entire posing session, and if his impressive member started to flag, she could always tap on the easel again.

The posing went a little slower in some respects than Debbie would have liked. Meagan would disappear upstairs every break. Although she always returned on schedule, there was no way to make up for the extra time it was taking to position her models so that they would under no circumstances see each other in a state of undress. She was further frustrated by the fact that Meagan wasn't building up a bond with Peter by not taking her breaks in the studio.

Without Meagan demanding modesty from him, Peter spent his breaks staring at Debbie's work in progress. Debbie was concerned that it might cause problems that his cock had been hard for over an hour without any sign of softening, but Peter wasn't complaining. She figured he knew how his plumbing worked better than she did and would let her know if there was an issue. Besides, he could always watch the video of Meagan putting her robe on if he needed to be soft for a while.

The biggest problem was that Meagan was posing for shorter and shorter periods of time before claiming that resting her elbows on the buckets was uncomfortable. Once again Peter came to the rescue. Knowing that Debbie could probably finish her painting in one longer posing session, Peter suggested that Meagan do some stretches before taking her pose.

Meagan was shocked to hear Peter speak. The painting had mostly been a silent awkward affair so far. She was also surprised that the sound of her voice was causing goosebumps to appear on her body from head to toe. "Do some stretches before you take your pose. You know, touch your toes, loosen up your back."

"Really, that helps?"

"Oh yeah, it helps a lot. Especially if your pose is something you're not used to."

Debbie absentmindedly tapped her paintbrush against the leg of her chair while Meagan was touching her toes. Peter looked to see a gorgeous ass pointed at him. He could see the outline of the girl's pussy through her underwear. Once again he quickly looked away, but this time his expression was more of pain than awe. Debbie realized that she had unintentionally given him the peek at Meagan signal and that she would need to be more careful.

They both realized that he might need more training when it came to Meagan's virgin pussy, and that giving his erection a break was important for reasons other than not freaking Meagan out. It was probably a good thing that Peter hadn't seen either of Meagan large breasts since the pain on his face indicated a struggle with control.

"Oh, I'm going to need to start doing that during each break, but I'm ready to pose again."

The stretching break was just what Meagan needed to sit still longer, which was in turn just what Debbie needed to finish her painting. True to pattern, Meagan put her robe on and hurried upstairs. Peter didn't even bother to look at the finished painting. As soon as Meagan was out of sight, he rushed over to his clothes, stuffed his hard cock into his jeans, and headed upstairs while pulling his shirt on over his head. "Fuck! I'd love to stay, but I need to get out of here and get some relief! You may be crazy Ms. D, but you were right, I did love that. Oh fuck my cock feels like it's going to explode!" Tall and athletic, Peter was able to bound up the stairs three at a time in order to leave the studio before loosing control of his cock.

"What happened to the hunk?" Meagan was now dressed in shorts and a new t-shirt.

"He had to go." Debbie answered somewhat regretfully. "Do you want to see the painting?"

"I'm afraid to look, but I think I have to know what you did." Nervously, Meagan walked to where she could see what her mother had painted. She had become somewhat used to the idea of her mother focusing the paintings on her breasts, but she was unprepared for how Peter factored into the picture. She put her hands over her mouth as she stared at a scene of Peter, awestruck and aroused by the sight of Meagan in the bath.

"So what do you think?"

"I can't believe you painted that! That's the most obscene thing I've ever seen you paint! After all the rules we set up to make sure he didn't see anything he wasn't supposed to, you painted a picture of him spying on me! And why the fuck does he have a woody? He didn't really spy on me, did he?"

"You've taken a real liking to the F word Honey."

"Don't dodge the question Mother!"

"No." Debbie lied. "But it seems that just posing with you is enough to excite him."

"You didn't show him this did you?"

This time Debbie could honestly answer, "No, he said he didn't even have time to look at the finished painting before he left."

"Whoa! That's a relief." Meagan exhaled. "Wait, you said, 'the finished painting'. You didn't let him look at this while you were working on it?"

"Well..."

"Oooh! I hate you mother! That is so embarrassing! I want to crawl into a hole and die!"

"Now wait just one second young lady! Was Peter anything but professional while posing?"

"No, but..."

"But nothing!" Debbie interrupted. "If I hadn't told you I'd shown him the sketches and the partial painting you'd still be happy as a clam! How does this change anything? Doesn't he deserve to see what he's posing for as much as you do?"

Unable to fault her mother's logic, Meagan changed the subject "I am not happy about this painting! The next time we pose you had better paint something more tasteful!" Meagan ran back upstairs without further comment.

Debbie couldn't help but smile. Despite her daughter's anger, she hadn't threatened not to pose. In fact, her threat indicated that she would be posing again with certainty. It wasn't the beginning she had planned, but things had gone pretty well all things considered. Meagan seemed to listen to Peter without arguing. Although Debbie wondered what woman in her right mind would want to argue with Peter.

And Peter's raging erection was even more powerful and dynamic with her daughter posing in the room with him than it had ever been from looking at pictures and videos on her computer screen, and Meagan's breasts had never looked so magnificent or her nipples so hard while posing either. Debbie couldn't wait to see how it would be to paint the two of them in positions where they could see each other. She was just sure that her painting would be just that much more lifelike and full of energy.

Meagan didn't know why she was down in her mother's studio again. While it was true she couldn't sleep, she could be watching late night TV upstairs. She wondered why she was looking at her Mother's obscene painting from earlier today. She wondered why her nipples got so hard whenever she looked at this painting that pissed her off to no end. She wondered why she kept looking at the Peter's erection in the painting when she tried to block the memory of seeing his dick in real life out of her mind. She wondered why she hadn't been able to figure out any answers to these questions the two previous times she had come down here to look at the painting. She wondered if there were any other girls her age who were this confused.

When Meagan turned away from the painting and headed back upstairs, she wondered if she would be down here a fourth time if she found herself laying in bed unable to sleep again.