Convincing Peter

By IronBuddah

Chapter 2

After dinner that night, Debbie broached the subject of modeling with her daughter. Meagan was dressed the same as when she had come home, except she had put on a hat which she pulled down over her eyes to keep from having to make eye contact with her mother. She was still rather embarrassed from what she had seen earlier in the day. "Meagan honey, can I talk to you about something."

"I don't want to talk about it. I know it's OK to paint nudes, but I just want to forget about it."

"Oh, that's fine dear, but what I really wanted to talk about was you doing some modeling for me."

That got Meagan to look up from under her hat. "What!? You want me to model nude for you?"

"I was thinking more fashion type stuff, maybe swimsuit if you felt comfortable doing that. What do you say? I'd pay you for the time you spend posing of course."

"How much?"

"$12 an hour."

"Is that what you pay the hunk that was in here earlier?" Meagan inquired.

"Oh, you mean Peter. He gets a little more than that for modeling nude."

"I see, that seems fair though."

Debbie prodded excitedly, "So you'll do it then?"

"Huh? I meant that it was fair for him to get paid more to stand around naked. But if you really want me to, I guess I can try it once."

"Great! Why don't you pick out something you want to wear, and meet me in my studio in fifteen minutes."

"Wait, you want me to start tonight?"

"Sure, as long as you don't have too much homework."

"Do I need to change clothes, or do I look OK in this?" Meagan asked as she held her arms out to the sides, causing her large breasts to bulge forward.

Her mother regarded Meagan thoughtfully. "Actually, that outfit would do just fine I think." Pausing, she teased her daughter, "At least Peter seemed to think it looked more than OK on you."

"Mother! Do you want me to do this or not?"

"Sorry! No more jokes. I promise. See you in fifteen minutes?"

Meagan sighed, "OK."

"So, Mom, how do you want me to stand?"

"Face me, now turn about 10 degrees to one side or the other. Great! Now put your hands on your hat like you're either putting it on or taking it off. That's it. Now are you ready for the hard part?"

Meagan pose was pressing her full breasts up against her shirt. It was very clear what style of bra she was wearing, and it was also clear from the slight bulge of girl flesh above the cups that Meagan was a very well developed girl. "What's the hard part?" The pretty blond asked.

"Move as little as humanly possible for the next fifteen minutes." Meagan sighed, and her mother corrected her. "No sighing, shallow breaths."

"Sorry."

"No talking either." So Meagan stood there posing, as still as she could be, for if not fifteen minutes, at least ten or twelve minutes before announcing that her arms were tired. "You've earned a break." Debbie conceded. "I didn't have to correct your pose once after you started concentrating on holding it. What to see what I sketched?"

"Sure!" Meagan cooed as she bounded over to her mother's easel. Like all teen girls, Meagan wanted assurance that she really was attractive even though she should have been able to tell she was a knockout.

"Are my boobs really that big?" Meagan asked.

"Honey, do you look in the mirror when you're getting your hair and makeup ready, or do you just guess?"

"I mean, I know they're big; they have to be to need a D cup bra. But are they really that big?"

"Yes, dear, when you stand like that, they really look like that big. You're not upset are you. A lot of women spend thousands of dollars to get breasts that aren't that big or that perky."

"Mother! Don't call my boobs perky. It's creepy. So what do you want me to do now?"

"How about letting me get some digital photos. You won't have to stay nearly as still for those. " Debbie director her daughter through several different poses before trying to push her daughter's envelope. "You're a real natural at this honey. Can we try something? Why don't you take off your shirt and pretend your bra is a bikini top? I'd like to get some photos of you like that."

"Um, I'm not sure Mom."

"Give it a try. They're all digital. If you don't feel comfortable posing like that I can always just delete them."

"I guess." Meagan tossed her hat on the floor and slowly peeled off her shirt. "I don't know if I can pose like this Mom."

"Just stand there like that then. I'll get a few shots of you from different angles just standing in a neutral pose." After snapping off a half dozen shots, capturing her curvy daughter from the front, sides, and back before returning to the front Debbie asked. "Are you OK honey? The pictures look really beautiful. I'd hate to have to delete them."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah! They're that good."

"I don't feel too weird. It's OK I guess."

"Can we try one more thing?" Before giving her hesitant teen daughter time to object, Debbie issued her instruction. "Pull the straps of your bra off your shoulders, like your bikini was almost knocked off as you dived into a pool." Meagan did as she was asked, deepening her already ample cleavage and revealing the full curves of her upper chest. Even though her daughter's breasts had lost the support of two thick straps, they looked even larger than before. Her camera flashed twice. "Now unsnap the back clasp."

"Mom! That's two things!" Meagan protested.

"It's not a big deal; I just wanted to see something. I think your bra might be squashing you down."

"Really?" Meagan asked while complying with her mother's second request. The cups of the bra went nowhere, but Meagan held one arm up to her rack to guard against any accidental exposure. The camera flashed again.

"Meagan, you want to make twenty an hour like Peter?"

"Who?"

"The hunk." Debbie had to resist the desire to tease her daughter about giving the poor college student an instant boner, but she knew that any such teasing would run counter to her goals of getting her daughter to model nude for her. It would especially counter the ultimate goal of getting her to model nude with Peter. "If you want to make as much money posing for me as he does, pull your bra off."

Slowly, unsure of herself, Meagan took hold of the twin D cups. At first, she pulled them up so that they actually concealed more of her curvy bosom. Then she began to pull them down. Still fully modest, her ample breasts jiggled as the cups let go of their prized possessions. Then, the top of her pink areola came into view. Then the nipple, then the bottom of her quarter sized areola. Finally, both of her full, ripe breast were fully on display. Only then did her mother start snapping photos. When she did though, she took full advantage of the DSLR's capability to capture images in rapid succession. By the time Meagan whispered the words, "I actually went through with it." Debbie had a dozen photos of her topless daughter.

"Wow, you rarely see absolute physical perfection twice in one day!" Debbie exclaimed.

"Hey, don't talk about my boobs like that!" Meagan cried, pressing the bra cups back to her nipples without actually trying to put it back on.

"I wasn't talking about your boobs, at least not specifically. I meant you and Peter."

"The hunk? You mean I'm as good looking a girl as he is a guy?"

"Absolutely! Now lets see some of these photos up on the big monitor instead of on the SLR display." Debbie had already safely offloaded her images and video of Peter's massive boner and subsequent eruption that had occurred while calling out Meagan's name. She was sure she would show them to Meagan one day, but that day would not be today. "Oh wow! Look at that, I didn't notice while I was snapping the photos."

"What!?" Meagan asked, suddenly worried. Her mother's compliment had given the beautiful teen a subtle glow of confidence, but it vanished quickly.

Debbie brought up the first and last topless image of her daughter side by side. "Look at the size of your nipples in the first photo. But here in this later image, they are much larger. I'll have to get them into Photoshop to compare, but I'd guess they grew in size by about fifty percent in a matter of seconds. Did you get excited when you took off your bra?"

"Scared shitless is more like it." Meagan grumbled as she leaned over the desk to get a better look at the half naked pictures of her body on her mother's computer.

"But kind of in a roller coaster kind of way? Like an adrenaline rush?"

"I don't know? Maybe?"

"Hey, do one more thing for me. Take off your jeans so I can get a few photos of you in your underwear."

"Do I have to?"

"Come on, I can do better sketches of you if I get some good photos of your legs."

Meagan sighed, but kicked off her shoes. Then she dropped her bra to the floor baring her wonderful breasts again as she unzipped her jeans. "Don't even think about asking me to model without my panties on!" Meagan warned her mother.

"I promise, I won't ask you to do fully nude modeling tonight." Debbie promised as her daughter wiggled out of her jeans. As Meagan went to retrieve her discarded bra, the DSLR flash started going off again.

"Hey, you said you wanted underwear photos and I haven't put my bra back on yet! You've already got like a dozen photos of my boobs!"

"So it won't hurt if I get a few more."

Her logic countered, Meagan looked about the room and spotted her hat. She walked over, camera flashing all the while, and put it back on. Hands on hips and hat hiding her eyes Meagan grumbled. "How about this? Is it OK if I put this back on?"

Debbie surprised her daughter by saying, "Oh! I like that. That's a nice look, but move your hands from your hips to the small of her back." Meagan didn't realize it at the time, but all of the poses her mother had her assume that first night were designed to emphasize and maximize the apparent size of her daughter's breasts.

"Yeah! That's really good. Just lift the weight off of one of your heels so your weight is on the toes of that foot. Awesome, now move that foot about six inches behind you. Oh, you've got really good balance honey. Your poses look so natural. Oh, and your legs have such a great shape to them. I'm so glad you took off your jeans for me. Your body is so perfect, it needs to be inspiring art."

Eyes hidden by the hat, the bit an anonymity in the face of her near nudity helped Meagan relax. The constant stream of praise coming from her mother was starting to restore the confidant glow she had earlier. "Baby, you look so pretty! I need to do something to make the pose a bit more interesting though. Take one of your curls of hair between your fingers and hold it up to your mouth. That's it! That's perfect. I could paint you like this right now without doing any sketches. Just let me get a few reference photos so we can get you back in the right pose after your breaks and I'll get started!"

Debbie had intended on stopping after this round of photos, but she had her beautiful daughter in such a wonderful pose she couldn't help herself. "Baby, you said you didn't have too much homework. How long do you think it'll take you to get it done."

"I don't know, an hour, hour and a half?"

"You can work on that between breaks. You should be done by the time I'm finished painting." Debbie ended up working until just after midnight. She finally told her daughter to finish up her homework because she could put the finishing touches on the painting without any more posing. Meagan yawned and announced she was done with all her homework at 12:30. "Before you head up to bed, do you want to see your painting?"

Meagan nodded and shuffled over. Except for whites and blues of her eyes, the face was almost completely in shadow. The vibrant colors made her hair and skin seem to glow, and her large pink nipples were clearly the focal points of the piece. With Meagan's face in shadow, the arch of her back and the curves of her legs made the even rounder swells of her breasts look as large as her head. However, nothing seemed to be exaggerated or out of proportion.

"Wow Mom! It's beautiful, but I'm not sure I would want anyone else to see that."

"What do you mean honey?"

"Well, I know you turned me into a work of art, and I appreciate that. But the whole thing is like a celebration of my boobs. It's kind of weird to think of your own mother painting that kind of thing. And then look at the way I'm playing with my hair in the painting. It makes it seem like I'm incredibly proud of my body and I'm putting it on display intentionally. And all those curves, they make your eyes travel all over the painting. It's me, but I can't stop checking out my own legs, hips, and navel. And those pink, pink nipples on my enormously huge boobs make the whole thing seem obscenely beautiful if that makes any sense. I mean, I know that's all me, but it could just as easily be some bimbo who went out and got herself a pair of bolt on tits."

"Yeah, I'll have to work on that. Your breasts are so full, so firm, and so round it's hard to make them not look fake. That's why I had you put your arms in different positions, to try to capture some of the natural shift that occurs when you're move your body. I think you got kind of excited talking about the way you look in this painting though."

Meagan blushed, "Yeah, well maybe a little bit. Maybe it will make a good wedding gift for my husband." the teen giggled wickedly.

"Just go on to bed. I'll get everything cleaned up, your school books too." Meagan yawned, and stumbled, still nearly naked, out of the studio. Debbie watched her daughter leave, amused that the girl was now disregarding her nearly naked condition. It was natural, after a few hours in a safe environment, it's too much work for the mind to keep worrying about being seen.

Debbie was confident that in a few weeks, her daughter would be taking the role of a Greek goddess next to Peter's own godlike form in her studio. Debbie was also sure that she would have her daughter posing completely nude for her a session or two from now, and her continued reference to Peter as "the hunk" indicated that she wouldn't be able to mount any serious objections to posing nude with the young man. The bigger problem would be making sure that the incredible energy contained in Peter's massive phallus would always be available for her to paint without scaring her much younger daughter.

Debbie studied the painting she had made of her daughter's body. She was proud of it, but knew she had to paint another one, and soon. First though, she needed a complete painting of Peter. She had been so thrilled to secure his modeling services. To get that kind of model, discover his monster cock with its fabulous ability to cum, and complete painting of her daughter topless all in one day was more than she could have ever asked for.

She had actually been a little surprised she had been able to coax her reluctant daughter out of her bra so easily. She hadn't expected that to happen during her first posing session, but the results turned out to be phenomenal. Considering that she had scores of images of both Meagan and Peter to catalog, and that she had to process the video of Peter ejaculating so profusely in honor of her daughter, Debbie realized that she was far too excited to go to bed like Meagan had. She forced herself to stop admiring the painting of Meagan she had done and made her way to her computer. As Debbie started to work with the photos extracted from her DSLR, she realized that she might not sleep at all tonight.