Convincing the Models

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 5: Convincing Meagan

"Hello, Mom? Why are you calling the house from your cell phone? Aren't you in your art studio with, um, the hunk?"

"Yes, Peter is still here, but he's getting dressed. I mixed up some awesome colors for his painting, but it's finished now."

"So why are you telling me this?"

"Because I think those colors would be awesome for a painting of you too, but they're water based. They'll dry quickly, so you need to get down here in a hurry."

"But I didn't agree to pose tonight."

"Honey, you haven't complained about posing for me in at least two weeks." It was true. The first week after posing naked for her mother, Meagan would protest taking all of her clothes off, but she always ended up naked in the end. The last two weeks, she had given up arguing and just stripped down for her mother without being told.

"But he's down there now. It would be, like, so embarrassing for him to see me."

"Oh, he's already got his jeans on, there won't be a repeat of what happened the first time he saw you. Now hurry up and get down here, I don't have much time."

"but...but...um..."

"Meagan!"

"Oh, all right!"

When Meagan arrived in the studio, Peter was, from Meagan's point of view, thankfully fully dressed. He was putting some stuff in a backpack. From Debbie's point of view, she wished her daughter had arrived in time to see her male model without his shirt on. She thought it would make getting the girl to take the next step in posing together easier.

"Quick honey, get undressed. The globs of paint on the palette are already starting to dry around the edges." Debbie instructed her daughter.

Immediately Meagan protested. "What? He's still here!"

Trying to assure the younger girl, Peter said "I promise not to peek."

Debbie added, "He's already got his back to you. Now be a good girl and strip!"

Meagan glared at her mother, and turned her back on Peter. Without further protest, she pulled her shirt over her head, and threw it in the general direction of the stools she sat in while resting. Changing her mind, she turned to face Peter eying him suspiciously. However, he still had is back to her and was placing the last of his belongings into his backpack. Meagan's jeans and bra soon followed her shirt. Apparently unable to strip fully naked while watching the college student, Meagan turned her back on Peter. Finally her panties the pile of discarded clothes by the stools.

Debbie had to bite her tongue to keep from making a comment about how hard Meagan's nipples were. She knew it was a sign, that even fully clothed, Peter had quite an effect on women. However, it would be a mistake to point that out to her daughter at just this instant. She could tell by the way Meagan was blushing that her daughter was still confused about the signals her body was sending to her brain. "OK honey, you know how a girly push-up works?"

"Yeah, you pivot from your knees, not your feet."

"Yeah, so do a girly push-up and look at me!" Debbie tapped the handle of her paintbrush against the easel. "That's perfect! Now don't move." Meagan would have been quite dismayed to know that the tapping of the paintbrush was a pre-arranged signal between Peter and his mother that it was safe to steal a peak at the naked Meagan.

Peter did just that, and his mouth opened soundlessly. He involuntarily took a step toward Meagan, and reached his arms out to her. Then he froze in his tracks. He stared for about fifteen seconds before turning away and heading out of the studio. Debbie was so happy, all his training had paid off! She was now sure that her male model was ready to pose naked with her daughter. It was just a matter of getting Meagan to take the final steps and they would be posing for her together!

Meagan noticed her mother's smile and asked. "What's so funny?" Spooked, she turned to look around the studio to make sure Peter wasn't spying on her, but he was gone by then."

"Meagan, I don't have much time! Get back into pose and no more talking."

"Sorry." Meagan mumbled as she looked back at her mother and returned to her original position.

The sight of seeing Meagan actually naked, instead of just on the computer monitor was having a profound effect on Peter. He was standing in Debbie's kitchen on the way out when he muttered to himself. "Fuck, If I don't reduce the pressure on my boner I'm going to cum in my pants!" Quickly, he undid his belt and dropped his jeans to his ankles. "Ugh, still too much pressure." He gingerly removed his boxers, but not before a glob of white oozed from the head of his prick. "Feels; so; good." Peter almost chanted.

"What do I do to keep from making a mess in Ms. D's kitchen?" Peter asked himself quietly. "I wouldn't be tempted to beat off if I were posing." Miming drawing an arrow from an invisible bow and taking aim, Peter told himself. "I'll have a whole lot of explaining to do if one of them were to leave the studio unexpectedly. It should be OK though, even with the threat of drying paint, it should take at least half an hour to paint what ever Debbie had in mind for her daughter." Closing his eyes, Peter tried to burn the memory of Meagan's round butt and the one full breast he could see from the little peak Debbie arranged for him to steal into his mind.

"Mom, my knees are starting to hurt." Meagan complained.

Debbie didn't even scold Meagan for talking. "Can you go without a break honey? I don't have much time left to finish the painting. I'll pay you extra if you tough it out."

Meagan answered, "I guess that my knees don't hurt that much."

When Peter's mind started to wander to other images of Meagan he had seen on Debbie's computer in recent weeks, he pictured the video of Meagan putting on her robe. Like magic, his cock softened and he breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his eyes and saw from the clock on the stove that 23 minutes had passed. "Wow, that was good training! I can't believe I'm saying this, but I hope Ms. D. gets her daughter to pose with me soon. Now I need to get the fuck out of here before I get busted in the kitchen with my pants around my ankles. After re-dressing, Peter quietly slipped out the door.

"OK Honey, I'm done painting." Debbie informed her daughter. "Want to see your picture?"

After the first topless painting she had done, Meagan had generally answered this question with a negative reply. That didn't overly concern Debbie. She was more concerned with getting her daughter to pose than getting feedback from her. This time however, Meagan said that she wanted to see the painting. "I've got to see those colors you kept going on and on about." Meagan slipped into her robe and walked around the two easel's her mother had used tonight.

The colors in question were pastel blues and greens. However, Meagan's eyes didn't fall on her painting first, but Peter's. Her mother had transformed the college student into the Greek god Poseidon rising out of the sea brandishing two weapons, a mighty trident, and his monster cock! "Oh my word!" Meagan shouted covering her eyes. "Mother, that's obscene!"

"It's nothing you haven't seen before." her mother protested.

"Well, I didn't want to see it that time either. Cover it up!"

"I can't yet, it might smear. But if it bothers you so much, I'll turn it around." Meagan heard her mother sigh and the sound of the easel dragging on the floor. "There, now it's safe to look at your picture."

Not quite believing her mother, Meagan peaked out from between her fingers. Good to her word, Peter's picture as Poseidon was pointed safely in the opposite direction. Her mother, keeping the mythological sea theme, had transformed her into a mermaid sunning herself on the beach. The painting was a bit abstract, but her hair was pale green, and her skins had the faintest touch of green. Her tail was blue and so was the sea. The only other colors in the painting were the yellow sand and the bright pink of her nipples.

"Mother, you exaggerated my nipples again!" Meagan protested.

"No I didn't. Take a look."

Meagan opened her robe, and her eyes got wide as saucers. "What the fuck? I've never seen them so big!" Pinching one swollen nipple experimentally a strange expression crossed her face. "Or so hard" Shuddering, Meagan closed her robe back up.

"So do you like it?" her mother asked.

"Um, it's...Uh, I should probably go work on some homework." Meagan dodged the question, scooting out of her mother's studio, still wearing her robe, with her back to Peter's painting.

Debbie considered her daughter's actions for a moment, and decided things had gone pretty well. She thought it was time to get them posing nude together, but when? Too soon, and she was afraid that Meagan would feel pushed, but wait too long and she might get balky again. Debbie thought three days was a good wait, but then decided that asking her on after she got home from her last day of school would be better even thought it was a four day wait. Debbie considered some more and decided she was right in her thinking. Asking her daughter to try something new at the very start of her summer vacation should work out exactly the way she wanted it to.