An artistic son needs a model and, reluctantly, his mother volunteers.  They both get an evening they could never have imagined.

	“Can I move yet?” I asked, my ass hurting from sitting in the most uncomfortable kitchen chair ever made.  Why the hell I bought it, I’d never know.
	“Just a second,” Jack, my 12 year old son, said from behind his easel.  
	He peeked out at me and then went back to sketching.  Since he’d been able to pick up a crayon he’d been drawing.  Unlike most kids his age, his drawings weren’t lopsided stick figures; they were clear and works of art.  By the time he was five he could draw a nearly perfect replica of any picture we had. 
	I’d been lucky enough to show some of his drawing to a friend who worked at a school for gifted children.  Upon seeing the drawing, the art teacher had gone out of his was to have my son attend.
	Now, at twelve, he was graduating into nuances and colors and other things that made complete sense to him and flew right over my head.
	Finally, he stepped out from behind his easel and said, “Come see it.”
	I got up and, after I gave my ass a good rub, I walked over to see what new art he’d made.  Just like everything he did, the drawing took my breath away.
	It was me, sitting by the window looking outside with the colors of the setting sun splashed across my face.  I noticed I was missing some of the baggage under my eyes and the wrinkles around my lips, for which I was thankful.
	“It’s amazing,” I told him, giving him a hug.
	He grinned and said, “You always say that.”
	“Well, it’s always true,” I replied.  “Now take your stuff to your room so I can make some dinner.”
	The next day while he took his drawing to school, sure to get another A on it, I went to work.  The day was another long, drawn out affair that made me so very glad when it was finally over.
	When I got home Jack was nowhere to be found, which was unusual for him.  Normally he would come running to the door to tell me all about his day.
	“Jack?” I called out.
	I thought I heard a noise from his room and went to investigate.  I found him there, his arms crossed, his lower lip sticking out and a glare nearly burning a hole in the TV.
	“Honey, what’s wrong?” I asked.
	“I hate school and I never want to go back,” he grumbled.
	“What happened?” I asked.
	“Mr. Gifferds wants you to call him,” he said, never taking his glare off of the TV.
	I left his room and went right to the kitchen to grab the phone.  I dialed Mr. Gifferds’s phone number and waited.  On the first day of school Jack’s art teacher, Mr. Gifferds had given me his cell number and told me that Jack or I could call any time. He saw something very special in Jack and was always there to nurture his ever growing talent.
	Gifferds picked up on the third ring and I wasted no time asking him why my son was so upset.
	He sighed and asked, “Did he tell you about our next project?”
	“No,” I said.  “I just came in the door to find him sitting in his room and very upset.”
	Gifferds sighed again and said, “Ms. Kyle, our next project is a nude and, because of Jack’s young age, Principal Thomas will not let Jack be a part of it.”
	“Oh,” I said, not expecting that but completely understanding it.  I was not comfortable with my son being around some nude person either.
	“There is good news though,” Gifferds said.  “I spoke with Principal Thomas and he agreed that jack does not have to participate in class for this project.  If he were to do a nude out of magazine or something, we would accept that.”
	“I don’t understand,” I said.  “Why is Jack so mad then?”
	Gifferds laughed and said, “Because he’s an artist! He doesn’t want to take a shortcut or be given a soft assignment.  He wants to do the real thing and, as you know, once he sets his mind on something all you can do is get out of his way!”
	I laughed and had to agree with Gifferds.  My sons got his stubborn streak from me and look out if you got in his way!
	“So what can we do?” I asked, hoping he had an idea.
	“Well, is there a family member or someone who could pose with Jack at home?” He asked, clearly having thought about this already.  “I would be the only one to see the drawing and would make sure it came home or was destroyed at the end of the assignment so as to not cause any trouble.”
	I took a minute to think about all of the people we knew.  After going through what little family I would speak to and all of the friends I could trust, I couldn’t come up with a single name.
	I told Gifferds that and he said, “Damn.  Well, maybe you can convince him to use a magazine picture.  I know he’ll get full marks for it and nobody will ever think any less of his abilities.”
	But he will.  Neither of us said it but I know both of us thought it.
	I hung up from talking with Gifferds and started dinner.  I called Jack down for dinner and we had one of the quietest dinners on record.  All I could get out of him were one syllable words and the occasional grunt.
	This went on for the next two nights as I wracked my brain for someone I would feel comfortable with.  It wasn’t until I was on my way home Friday night when it hit me who he could draw.
	Me.
	The thought hit me and I spent the drive home going over it in my head.  I would be extremely uncomfortable but my comfort wasn’t important.  All that mattered to me was Jack.
	I got home and started dinner.  I also opened a bottle of wine to help me keep my nerves under control.
	Once dinner was ready I called Jack down and we had another quiet dinner.  Once dinner was over, and Jack had cleaned his plate, I said, “Jack, I want to talk to you about something.”
	He stood there, the sullen look that had been on his face for the last few days still very much present.
	“I’ve been thinking about your project at school and I have an idea,” I said.
	For the first time in days his eyes lit up.  
	“What is it?” He asked.
	“Mr. Gifferds said you could draw a person, as long as it wasn’t in class, right?” I asked.
	“Yeah,” he said.
	“Well, I think I know who you can draw,” I said.  “It might be a little weird but I want you to feel you’ve done the work and not been given a pass on it.”
	He grinned and said, “That’s exactly it!  I know I can do this. I don’t see what the big deal is, I’ve drawn nudes before.”
	“Yes,” I said, “but this time the person will be real and it’s a little different when there’s a nude person sitting for a twelve year old boy.”
	He rolled his eyes and said, “Not to me.  Who did you get?  Are they okay with this?”
	I drained the last of my wine and answered him.  “I was thinking I could model for you.”
	He stood there staring at me for a long time before he asked, “You?”
	“Yes, me,” I said.  “I told you it would be a little weird but I think we can both handle it and I’m really the only person I would trust to do this for you.”
	He thought about it for a while before he said, “Okay.  Okay, I can do this.  If you’re okay with it.  Because, if you’re not, I can just draw from a picture.”
	I had to smile at his words.  I knew how much this meant to him and I knew how much more it meant to give it up and I knew he would.  I didn’t think I could be any more proud of him.
	“I’ll do it,” I said.  “I’d like to get cleaned up first and maybe have another glass of wine to loosen up.”
	“Okay,” he said.  “I’ll bring my stuff down and get set up in the front room, if that’s cool?”
	“Just make sure the drapes are closed tight!” I said.
	While he got his stuff ready, I went up to my bathroom and took a long shower.  I shaved my legs while I considered my pussy.  With it warming up I’d gotten a bikini wax a week ago and I was wondering if I would have to explain about that to Jack.
	I got out of the shower and dried off, my mind whirling as I grabbed the glass of wine I’d brought with me.  Could I really do this? I asked myself as I drained another glass.
	I pulled my robe on and went back downstairs.  I stopped in the kitchen for a refill before making my way to the front room.
	Jack had his easel and his pencils set up and ready to go.  I saw he’d brought out the stool he had me sit on every now and then and was glad he had.  The stool was far more comfortable than those damn kitchen chairs.
	I took a sip of my wine and set the glass down.  I set it down a little harder than I’d meant to both from my nervousness and thee effect the wine was already having on me.
	“So what now?” Jack asked.
	“I guess I get naked and you draw me,” I said.
	He nodded and stood waiting.  I knew if I thought about it too much I wouldn’t go through with it so, with a deep breath, I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor.  I kept my eyes closed as I stood there waiting for him to tell me what to do.
	I cracked my eyes open and looked at him.  Jack stood staring at my naked body, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging open.  
	“You can stop staring any day now,” I said, a little sharper than I’d meant to.  I wasn’t mad; I was just embarrassed by the level of his attention on my naked body.
	Jack turned bright red and ducked behind his easel.  
	“Sorry, Mom,” he said, hiding behind the easel.  “It’s just…”
	“I know, I know,” I said.  “I’m an old lady and my body scared you.”
	“No!” he nearly shouted, ducking out from behind the easel.  “That’s not it at all! I just didn’t expect you to be so hot.”
	This time it was my turn to turn red.  And he got to see the whole show as my entire body blushed from his compliment.
	“Aren’t you supposed to be drawing or something?” I asked, bending down to get another drink of my wine and trying to his my pleasure at his compliment.  I knew he was my son and I didn’t care, he was a guy and he’d said I was hot.  Hell, he was a YOUNG guy who said I was hot.
	“Sit down on the stool so I can get you posed,” he said, coming out from behind the easel.
	I drank down the last of my wine, feeling a little dizzy.  I’m normally a one glass kind of girl and, usually, that glass lasts the entire night.  Tonight I’d had far more than I had had in a long time and I was already starting to feel it.
	I sat on the stool and let Jack pose me.  He turned me this way and that, trying to find just the right pose for his artist’s mind.
	As I sat there, I could almost feel his eyes as the moved along my skin, memorizing every part of me.  I had to bite my lip and think about something else as I felt myself getting turned on by the thought of him looking at me.
	“Okay, turn a little more to the right,” he said.
	I did and he shook his head.  “No, a little less than that.”
	I did what he said but it was still not good enough.  He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me where he wanted.  His hands on my bare shoulders made me jump and I started to fall off of the stool.  I managed to stop my fall but Jack had already grabbed for me.
	His hand accidently came to rest on my breast in his effort to catch me.  We both froze as I felt the heat of his hand cupping the swell of my breast.
	He yanked his hand back and stared at me, his face a deep scarlet.  I’m sure my entire body was just as red but I had another problem to deal with.
	The feel of his hand, his soft artist’s hand, and the way it had rubbed against my nipple had sent a thrill of pleasure running through my entire body.  As I sat there, I watched my nipples grow hard from the thought of him touching me again.
	Maybe all that wine hadn’t been such a good idea.
	He managed to get me posed how he wanted before retreating behind the safety of his easel.  I was left there, naked and bare, a warm, wet feeling between my legs.  
	He drew me, glancing out occasionally before hiding again.  Normally he would look out at me more and have me adjust a little more for him but not tonight.  I think we both just wanted to get this part over.
	It took a while and I was actually beginning to get comfortable with sitting there naked.  I knew my comfort was mostly caused by the wine that had really gone to my head now but I didn’t care.  Soon it would be over.
	“Done,” he declared, still behind the easel.
	“Can I see?” I asked.
	He turned the easel and I stood up to get a closer look.  When I did I felt tears spring to my eyes.  He had drawn me how I looked twenty years ago my face without a wrinkle, my breasts higher and a little perkier.
	Seeing the tears in my eyes, his face feel and he asked, “Did I now do a good job?”
	I shook my head, fighting past the tears.  I managed to say, “No, you did a perfect job, baby.  Thank you.”
	The smile that lit up his face and I pulled him into my arms, forgetting my nakedness.  I felt him tense against me as his head pressed against my breast.  Realizing I was naked I quickly let him go but not before I felt something brush against my leg.
	Something very hard.
	I glanced down and could very clearly see the outline of his erection in his pants.  I felt my heart race a little faster and the wetness return between my legs as I stared at his pants.
	Seeing where I was looking, Jack turned red and twisted away from me.  I turned him back towards me and made him look me in the eyes.
	“Honey, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I said.  “That kind of thing just happens to a guy in a room with a naked woman.  It’s normal.”
	“Yeah, well, you’re not supposed to stare,” he grumbled.
	I laughed and said, “Yeah, this from the guy checking out my naked body all night!”
	He grinned a little and the wine in my head gave me an idea.
	“That’s right,” I said.  “You’ve gotten to check out my naked body tonight, I think I should get to do the same.”
	“Mom!” He shouted, a look of horror and something else passing through his eyes.  I stared at him for a moment before I figured out what else I’d seen.  I’d seen a hunger very similar to the one I was feeling.  
	The sight of that hungry look in his eyes just egged me on.  I walked over to the sofa and flopped down on it, one leg up on the sofa the other on the floor.  His eyes went right to my pussy and the little bit of hair covering the very wet skin beneath.
	“Take it off,” I said, no longer sure who I was.  I would never, ever think of doing something like this.  It had to be all of the wine I’d slammed down.  
	He stared at me, nervously waiting for me to laugh or tell him it was a joke but I was not going to do that.  Finally, he pulled off his t-shirt, still looking at me for some sign I was joking.
	I simply sat and waited for him to continue.
	He slipped his pants down and I got a quick view of the large bulge hiding in his white underwear.  To my disappointment, he turned around, letting me see only his back.
	He looked at me over his shoulder and asked, “Do I have to take the rest off?”
	“Did I have to take it all off for you?” I asked back, my need to see him naked now a living breathing thing.  It was all I could do to sit on the sofa and not go right over there and tear his underwear off.
	He slid off his underwear and I eyed the globes of his ask cheeks, wanting to go up and spank him.
	“Turn around,” I said.
	He did but he kept both of his hands over his erection, hiding as much as he could from me.
	“Move the hands,” I ordered.
	With a deep breath he pulled his hands away and I got my first look at his hard cock.  He wasn’t that big or impressive but it had been such a long time since I’d seen a naked cock I couldn’t help but lick my lips.
	“Damn I bet that feels as good as it looks,” I said, staring at his hard cock.
	He just stood there, staring at me, not sure what to do.  That was okay.  I knew exactly what I wanted him to do.
	I crooked my finger at him, bidding him to come closer and he did.  I sat him on the couch, my hand resting on his thigh and feeling the shivers of anticipation running through him.
	“Baby, you made me feel so good tonight.  You drew me so pretty and I want to give you a reward for being such a wonderful son,” I said.
	He just sat and stared at me with wide eyes.  My hand crept higher up his thigh and I brushed his cock with one of my fingers.  He nearly jumped off the sofa from my touch.
	I let him settle down a little before I touched him again, this time sliding my hand up until I had it wrapped around his cock.
	“Have you ever played with yourself?” I asked.
	He gulped and nodded his head.
	I stroked my hand up and down his shaft.
	“Does it feel better when someone else does it?” I asked.
	Again he just nodded and stared at me.
	“I know what else will make you feel better,” I said, leaning forward.  I opened my mouth and took his cock into me.  He jumped again and let out a loud gasp as my lips caressed his cock.  I slid my lips up and down his shafting, his hard cock jumping at my touch.
	I slid his cock out of my mouth and looked at him, grinning my fool head off.
	“How did that feel, baby?” I asked.
	“Amazing,” he whispered in a shaky voice.
	“Then I bet you’re going to love this,” I said.
	I had him scoot more towards the middle of the sofa so I could straddle him.  I knelt over him, taking his cock in my hand again.  I lowered myself and rubbed the head of his cock against my wet pussy. 
	We both let out moans of pleasure and I asked him, “Do you feel how wet I am, baby?”
	“Yes!” he said.
	“You made Mommy so wet tonight,” I said.  “You made me feel so pretty and hot.  I need more though, Jack.  I need you to make me feel like a woman, baby.  It’s been so long! Please don’t say no!”
	“I love you, Mom, and I’ll do anything you want,” he said.
	I slid down on him, slowly taking the length of his cock into my pussy.  We both cried out in ecstasy as he penetrated me, deeper and deeper.  I ground myself against him, needing to feel his cock more than anything I’d ever needed before.
	I slid up and down on him, building a slow rhythm as we made love to each other.  I looked down at his face and saw his face was just inches from my breasts.
	“Kiss them,” I said.
	He looked up at me, eyes wild with need and amazement, before he started to plant little kisses all over the flesh of my breasts.  He kissed his way onto my nipple and I cried out from the soft touch of his lips.  
	His tongue flicked against my nipple and I cried out ever louder.  As his tongue explored my breast, I rode him faster.  I felt like my entire body was on fire my need was so bad.
	“Suck on it,” I gasped.  “Suck Mommy’s nipple, baby.”
	Jack took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard at it.  I felt like lightning was racing through my body from his touch.  I reached up and pinched my other nipple as I rode him.
	I felt his sucking stop and I looked down to see why.  His eyes were glued to me touching my other nipple.
	I grinned and asked, “You like it when I touch myself, don’t you?”
	He nodded enthusiastically.
	I reached up with both hands and caressed my breasts.  I cupped them and rubbed them as he watched me.  I pinched my nipples, letting out a low growl as I did.  Jack licked his lips as he watched me touch myself.  Something about the way he licked his lips made me need to feel his lips on mine.
	I let go of my nipples and bent close to him.  I kissed his lips, pressing our mouths tightly together.  I opened my mouth used my tongue to play with his lips.  He opened his mouth and my tongue darted into it.  
	He was young and had no experience at kissing but that didn’t matter to me.  My hunger had grown beyond my ability to control it. I had to feel him.  I had to kiss him.  I had to have every bit of him.
	Our hungry kiss broke as I felt my body growing hotter and hotter.  I let out a long moan as my pussy quivered.  I felt his hard cock deep inside, slamming into me hard and faster with each thrust and I couldn’t’ control myself any more.
	I cried out his name as my son’s cock made me cum.  I pressed myself down on his cock as hard as I could, my entire body shaking from the orgasm as it tore through me.  I cried out his name, again and again, as I came.
	When my orgasm finally released me I felt his hard cock shudder inside me. A look of terror came over his face and he said, “Mom!”
	“It’s okay, baby,” I said.  “Do it. Cum for Mommy.”
	His back arched and he shoved his cock deep inside me.  He screamed and I felt his cock throb inside me.  I rode my son as his cock released load after load of his cum inside me.
	When his orgasm had passed, we sat there looking at each other for a long time.  Somehow, after all of that, I felt comfortable with him.  I felt as if this had been meant to be.  
	My knee started to cramp so I had to get up off of him.  As he slid out of me we both let out a hiss of pleasure.
	I bent down and got my robe.  I wrapped it around me as he gathered his clothes.  Once we were both dressed I went to him and took him into my arms.  I bent down and gave him a very unmotherly kiss on his soft mouth.
	“Jack, you can never tell anyone about this, you know that, right?” I asked.
	He made a zipping motion over his mouth and said, “My lips are sealed.”
	I grinned at him and said, “Hopefully you’ll unseal them for me.”
	“Any time!” He breathed.
	We shared another kiss before I suddenly felt like I was going to fall.  I had to hold onto him just to stay standing.
	“Whoa!” I said. “Guess who’s had a little too much to drink?”
	He held me up for a minute and I got myself mostly upright. I stood there, letting the room swirl around me and feeling my stomach begin to churn.  Yup.  Way too much wine.
	“I think I need to go lay down,” I said, heading towards the stairs.
	Jack helped me to my room and got me into bed.  We shared one last kiss before I passed into a dreamless sleep.
	When I woke the next morning my head felt like it was going to explode.  I got up, which only made things worse, and had to run to the bathroom to throw up what little was in my stomach.
	When I was done puking I grabbed a handful of aspirin and washed them down with some water from the sink.  I made my way downstairs and found jack in the living room watching something painfully loud.
	I sat next to him and grabbed the remote.  I mashed my finger on the volume button, taking it to a lower, more human, level.
	He looked over at me and asked, “Are you okay?”
	I snorted a humorless laugh.  “No, I’m not.  I feel like a wrecking crew is smashing my brain apart.  Did we get the drawing done?”
	He stared at me for a long time before he asked, “Yeah, don’t you remember?”
	I shook my head, which only made it hurt worse, and said, “The last thing I remember is taking my shower.  Did the drawing come out okay?”
	“It’s perfect,” he said, “Thank you, Mom.”
	I gave him a small smile and decided being awake hurt too much.
	“I’m going back to bed for a while,” I said.  “Are you going to be okay for lunch? I might not be up by then.”
	“I’ll be fine,” he said.
	I looked at him and saw a look of disappointment briefly cross his face.
	“Is everything okay, honey?” I asked.
	“Yeah, sure.  Why?”
	“You just looked unhappy.  Are you sure I did okay for the drawing?  I must have been so hammered it probably came out like crap, huh?”
	He got up and came over to me.  He put his arms around me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
	“It’s came out better than I could have ever imagined,” he said.
	I smiled and said, “I’m glad I was a good model for you.”
	“You were everything I could have ever dreamed of,” he said as I made my way back to bed.  
	I hesitated at the stairs.  Something about the comment made me stop and wonder what had gone on last night.  On second thought, maybe it was better if I DIDN’T remember.  
	
	
	
