Simulations and Safety Nets

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 4

"Mom, you know that day that Peter and I told you that I'd rather pose than date high school students."

"Oh yes, I remember that quite clearly. That was music to a mother's ears."

"Well, we also talked about how none of our recent poses have been very memorable. Like, I don't even know what kind of pose we did that day."

"Well, I had you, um..." Debbie sighed, "I guess I'd have to look back at the paintings myself."

"See, that's my point exactly. We've been doing safe boring poses the entire month of August. This is the last day of summer break, and I want to do something exciting today. The only pose that wasn't boring was the argument, but that was just painful."

"So what do you want me to do about it honey?"

"Come up with something interesting for us to do," Meagan whined.

Debbie frowned. She had to admit, she had been playing things safe ever since the accident, and the paintings just didn't have the same sort of lifelike vibrancy that the pre-accident paintings had. "Well, I do have an idea..."

"What?" Meagan asked eagerly.

"No, that would take too long to set up with you needing to get ready for school tomorrow." Meagan's face fell, but Debbie kept thinking. "Well, speaking of the argument pose, you and Peter did become quite animated when you partially opened your robe for him during the break. That would be different, and Peter has indicated that he finds you even more arousing half naked than fully naked."

Meagan latched onto the idea. "That's right! The day we decided to pose again, that was how he convinced me to get all the way naked again. He said there might be a second accident if I didn't!"

"Oh no! We can't do that then. It's far too risky!" Debbie protested.

"No, it will be fine. I'll just open up the bottom of my robe too to show off my kitty and my knockers. It will be almost like I'm naked."

"Knockers?" Debbie asked with an arched eyebrow. "What's wrong with boobs?"

"Boobs are boring!" Meagan declared. "From here on out, I'm a girl with big knockers! So can we do the pose with our robes half open? Peter's long fat knob can be poking out of his robe too, or he could be completely naked if you want. Please, please, please?"

After her daughter's explanation for her sudden use of the word knockers, Debbie wasn't about to ask about her choice use of the word knob. Besides, she had to admit that her daughter's enthusiasm and Peter's natural reaction to a half naked Meagan would make for a much more dynamic painting than anything else she had done this month. Plus, there were the technical challenges of painting clothing. "We can try it, but if there seems to be any risk of a second accident, we're going back to fully nude posing."

Meagan was already wearing her robe when Peter arrived to pose. He tried not to sound too eager when Debbie and Meagan explained their plan for posing. His cock was as hard as a brick just from thinking about the idea of spending hours staring at Meagan's body exploding out of her robe. Meagan didn't notice that his hard rod sprung straight out to point at her even before she opened the neck of her robe. Peter may have just been glad to relieve the pressure of having his boner trapped in his pants, but Debbie noticed with both excitement and concern.

Peter couldn't take his eyes off of Meagan as she fiddled with her robe and he walked across the studio to pick his up. Meagan looked up when Peter groaned at the sensation of his cock poking its way through the front of his robe. "This will be a pose we remember," Meagan predicted.

"I'm sure it will be," Peter agreed as he stared longingly at Meagan as she kept trying to open up the bottom of her robe and keep it open. Her big jugs effectively prevented any possibility of the top of the robe accidentally closing, but the bottom of her robe didn't want to stay open. The effect of having Meagan's pussy flashed repeatedly caused Peter to gasp out, "So beautiful!"

Debbie was pretty sure this was the hardest she had seen Peter's cock since the day of the accident, which would make for a good painting, but she would have to be careful. Far more careful than she had been that day. "Now Peter, if I'm the least bit worried about another accident, the robes are both coming off and I'll paint something else!"

"I understand Mrs. D.," Peter grunted.

Meagan pouted, "Mom, I can't keep my robe from hiding my kitty!"

"Grab a chair and stand with one foot on the chair and one on the floor. You should be able to arrange your robe so that it stays open in that pose." Peter moved to lie down on the floor with his feet under the chair as well.

That proved to be too close for Debbie's comfort. "Peter, why don't you scoot away from Meagan by about ten feet."

"Ten feet Mother? He won't even be on the same piece of canvas!"

"You where posing on the opposite side of the room the first time I got you to do this!" Debbie protested.

"But I'm not shy like that any more!"

"Fine!" Debbie relented. "Five feet."

That compromise seemed agreeable to everyone, so Debbie was able to start sketching. However, after a grand total of about ten minutes posing and half an hour of breaks, Debbie announced. "We need to do something else. We're going to have to make this pose a long term project. It's too dangerous to keep this up much longer."

For once, Meagan didn't argue with her mother. "Well, as long as we don't switch to anything boring."

"I don't want to stop." Peter protested. "The pleasure of posing like this is unreal!"

"But that's the problem." Debbie explained. "Meagan has way too strong of an impact on you when she's half in and half out of her robe. We simply cannot risk a second accident and not being able to paint or pose for however long it takes Meagan to calm down!"

They were all silent for a moment, for they all realized that they wouldn't be happy if anything interrupted the posing schedule they had planned. Finally, Meagan spoke. "What if Peter wears a condom? Could we keep posing that way?"

"Oh, I'll do anything to be able to keep posing like this. Mrs. D., please say you'll agree to Meagan's plan!"

"I don't know. Wearing a rubber won't make you less likely to cum from staring at my daughter."

"But it would keep anything from getting on me!" Meagan pointed out.

"And you would be OK with that?" Debbie asked.

"I survived watching the video of Peter cumming, didn't I?" Meagan blushed slightly when she thought about her late night viewing of the second video. That had produced a reaction much stronger than mere survival.

"Good point." Debbie admitted. "Do you have a condom Peter?"

"No, but you keep sketching Meagan, I'll run out and get one." Meagan had to take her robe completely off, then slide it back on to allow Peter's cock to soften. Without that help from her, it was too big and hard to stuff back into his jeans.

Debbie was almost done sketching Meagan when they heard Peter return. "Oh, that's a relief!" they heard from upstairs. The relief Peter was speaking of was his apparent need to discard his pants before even returning to the studio.

Debbie gasped, "Oh my!"

Peter's hard cock wobbled and bounced as he made his way back down the stairs into the studio. Debbie didn't even scold Meagan for turning her head to look and then stare in amazement.

"I hope you didn't try to buy condoms like that," Debbie quipped.

"It wasn't much better than this. I started thinking about why I was headed out to buy rubbers when I was halfway to the convenience store and started getting hard again. By the time I picked out a box, I was so hard it hurt. I had to tell the cashier that I had a dildo stuffed in my pants on a dare to get her to stop asking for my phone number." Meagan's face darkened when she heard that last part, but neither Debbie nor Peter noticed.

Peter had already removed one of the condoms from its wrapper and was about to put it one until Debbie stopped him. "Since you're going to be posing with that on, but I don't want it in the final painting, let me get some closeup photos before we get started. Go ahead and get into position though. I want all the lighting and shadows to be accurate. Meagan, you take off your robe while I'm taking photos."

"Ugh! Can't she leave it on?" Peter requested. "Don't you want to photograph the full intensity of the reaction I'm having to your daughter half in and half out of her robe?"

"You're just enjoying the super intense hard on it gives you," Debbie countered. "However, you do raise a good point. This is the most exciting and dynamic pose we've done in quite a while. It would be a shame to do anything to dampen that energy. I'll tell you what. Meagan will leave her robe off while I'm getting the tripod set up and swapping out camera lenses. Once I'm ready to take photos, she'll pose just like she will once I start painting."

Even though Peter seemed to be fully and completely hard while staring at Meagan's naked body, when she got back into position with her open robe, the veins in his cock bulged. The college student grunted, "I love the way you're holding your legs open to show off your sweet kitty for me Meagan!"

Debbie worked quickly, and when she saw a droplet of pre-cum form on Peter's cock, she knew she had to stop. "Well, I could probably take pictures of that magnificent erection all day, but that should be plenty to use as reference. Why don't you two take a break while I get these loaded onto the computer.

When they came back from the break, Meagan exclaimed. "OMG Mom! That looks completely obscene!" Meagan was referring to the way her mother had tiled four pictures of Peter's dick taken from different angles on the computer monitor.

"You see the real thing all the time," her mother pointed out.

"Yeah, but those are extreme close ups, and there are lots of them. It makes a difference."

"I don't see how it makes much of one, but whatever you say dear. I'm ready to paint, so you and Peter can get into position."

Peter put the rubber on, then closed the robe to make it look like his big cock had forced its way out into the open instead of being part of a calculated pose. "Having this on makes the robe rubbing against my dick tickle less."

"Is that a good thing?" Meagan wondered.

Peter replied, "For the amount of time I'll be able to pose without needing a break, probably."

"Good," Debbie commented. "Let's get started."

Debbie had made a very detailed sketch of her daughter while Peter did his emergency shopping, but because of the extra time already spent, she decided to make the sketch of Peter more abstract. She was going to sketch her male model for ten minutes, then call for a break. Whatever she had sketched at that point was going to be what she used for the final painting.

Debbie was painting quickly, but getting off to a slow start and needing frequent breaks was making finishing this painting in a single session an uncertain thing. One thing was for certain, the energy in the painting was already far better than anything her models had posed for after the accident. After Peter asked for a break between the five and ten minute mark three times in a row, Debbie made the decision to have him take a longer break upstairs and just paint Meagan for a while. It seemed like a good idea and fit in with the more detailed sketch she had of her daughter.

It turned out to be a wise decision. She was getting close to finishing the painting when she heard Peter moan. Her male model was writhing on the floor, and she could tell that he was in the process of filling up the condom with his seed. Peter gripped his rod and started pumping it again, just like he had the day of the accident. However, unlike that day, this time all his hazardous semen was safely contained.

Both Debbie and Meagan just stared in amazement as the condom started to fill up like a water balloon. Peter had such a tight grip on his dick and was cumming so much, there was no where else for his cum to go. There was no way to tell if this orgasm would have exceeded the one he had the day of the accident. Debbie was briefly disappointed that she hadn't been able to capture what was clearly a more intense cum eruption than either of the two she had video of, but Meagan not receiving another cum bath overshadowed all other considerations.

Peter let go of his cock, and the mass of semen in the condom started to ooze out and form a puddle on the floor. That snapped Debbie out of her daze. "Oh, I better hurry up and get this painting finished before you erection flags after cumming Peter!" She dabbed a few more quick brush strokes onto the canvas and declared the painting final. She looked at her daughter to see Meagan staring at Peter's cock and the growing pool of jizz with a strange expression on her face.

"Are you OK dear?" Debbie asked.

Meagan hesitated, "I don't know."

"Why don't you head upstairs then, while Peter gets cleaned up. The last thing any of us want is for this to make you uncomfortable in any way."

Meagan headed upstairs quietly, kind of stunned from what had just happened. "I wish I could have seen how far Peter's stuff would have flown without a condom on his knob," Meagan said to herself as she walked through the kitchen. "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I think it would have been worth it to have some of that warm wet goo land on me again in exchange for the chance to have seen Peter's full orgasm." Her body shuddered with excitement as she said this. "Oh! I'm so confused. A lot has changed in the last few weeks. Is it possible that I'm actually disappointed that I didn't get Peter's semen all over me a second time?"