Being Naughty
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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Being Naughty
I’ve always felt proud of my body, and at the age of 36 I was still looking good. For over 13 years now I've been modeling for the local college, in their art class. My husband had left me some years ago, and my son knew all about the modeling. His name was David and at the age of 18 he was okay with what I did.
I just got a call this day that there was a new class starting and would I be available? I informed them that I was interested, and asked when they would need me. They told me it would be the next day, and that as usual it would be a nude class.
I told my son when he got home that day that I was doing another class, but he already knew. I didn't think to question how he knew, and we just had a light meal that night and watched a bit of TV before going to bed.
The next day I was saying goodbye to my son and noticed that he was a bit quiet for some reason, but when I asked him if anything was wrong he just said no so I let it be.
When I arrived at the college I was greeted as normal by the art teacher who I’d come to know over the years and admired. His name is Frank and as usual he showed me the way to the art class. The class itself was one of a few that didn't have windows, so the only people who could see me when modeling were those in the class itself. This day I found that Frank had laid out a beautiful large light pink and very soft rug that was draped over several small tables, and spread out over a large area. To the side was a table with fruit in a bowl with grapes hanging over the edge and a single red apple right next to it. On the other side of this table was an old fashioned quill in an ink pot and a large decorative candle.
I was to pose in the middle of all this color, with the decorative table standing to the left of me. I could already imagine some of the finished paintings and thought how nice this one would be. I never got undressed until all the canvasses were set up and the students were ready to go. On this day however I was in for a shock, because when Frank allowed the students in one of them was my son.
I didn’t know what to do, I mean I knew he wasn’t bothered about my modeling but I couldn’t help wondering why he hadn’t told me that he’d enrolled into this class. He’d never shown any interest in art as a profession, although I did know that he was quite good at drawing. In fact I still had a picture of a horse that he’d drawn at school, which was framed and was hanging on my bedroom wall.
I also knew that nobody in this college knew that he was my son, as he was very new to the college and I hadn’t gone out of my way to tell anyone. Anyway, when Frank told me that everyone was ready I hesitated. Being comfortable with what I did in my spare time was one thing, but seeing your mother doing it was another. I knew that if I mentioned it, my son would get embarrassed and I rationalized that he had seen several older attempts at capturing my likeness on canvas before, so what the hell.
I finally disrobed, and couldn’t bring myself to look my son’s way. I was completely naked, and Frank was telling me the position he wanted me in. I was sitting to the side, and with one arm reaching back to hold the rug. My breasts were completely visible to everyone in the room, but my pussy was partly shielded by my leg. I felt comfortable, and heard Frank telling the students that they could now start.
I turned my eyes toward my son, and discovered that he was studying me intently. He was at an angle to me, and I suddenly realized that from his position he could probably see my womanhood. It was at that moment I felt extreme guilt, because I was getting wet below and I’d never gotten wet between my legs before while posing for the students. I shaved regularly so I knew he could see my pussy, and I think it was this thought that was making me wet.
I tried to stay calm, and keep my mind occupied on something else but as the minutes turned to hours I found myself getting aroused at showing so much to the one person I thought would never see. When my nipples hardened I felt a flush in my cheeks, wondering how many people in the room had noticed. Then the bell in the hall could be heard by everyone, and the students began to pack up their brushes. I quickly got my robe on and walked around the class to have a look at what they’d done so far.
I knew that none of them would be finished yet, but I always liked to see how well they were doing. The first one I looked at was pretty good, but she hadn’t got my face quite right. The next was better, but for whatever reason, he’d made my boobs seem to droop more than they really did and I didn’t like that at all. When I eventually got to my son’s attempt I was shocked, I mean I always knew he could draw but this was unbelievable. He’d decided to paint just the top half of me and include the table in the back ground, and although he obviously still had a ways to go before it was finished it looked very good.
I got dressed after that, and thanked Frank for setting up such a wonderful back drop before telling him I’d see him again tomorrow and left. When my son got home that day, I was anxious to see what he thought of it all.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’d enrolled into that class?” I said.
“I knew that you might cancel it, and I didn’t want you too,” he replied.
“I saw what you did by the way, and I’ve got to say it was without doubt the best one there,” I said, trying to encourage him, “but you’re right I might have had second thoughts had I known.”
“I could see you hesitate when you saw me, but I figured you’d act professional and carry on, which you did,” he said, confidently.
“Well…I hope it wasn’t too embarrassing for you?” I replied.
“On the contrary, I thought it was all very erotic, and I enjoyed trying to capture your likeness on canvas. I’ve always thought you have an incredible body, especially for your age. I just hope I didn’t embarrass you too much?” he said, taking me by surprise.
“Thank you David, that was a very nice compliment,” I replied, feeling my cheeks flush for the second time that day.
“Um…I was wondering mom, could you possibly pose for me at home. I don’t mean for a canvas I mean for photos as I’d find it easier to copy from pictures than I would from real life modeling?” he said, taking me by surprise once again.
I didn’t know what to say at first, I think the thoughts going through my head were of a naughty kind, but I soon dismissed them and turned to look him in the eye.
“I don’t see why not, if you’re that keen to capture me with brush and paint?” I replied, wondering where this would all lead.
“Well, I was thinking of doing a montage of your face and body from several angles, but in order for me to do that I need to see you in several positions and not just the one at the college,” he replied, sounding very professional.
I decided there and then that I would do my best for him, as he seemed to be taking this very seriously and I knew he had a talent that many people would envy.
“So when do you want to do all this?” I said.
“Tonight if possible, that way I have some material to help me tomorrow when we carry on with the original painting,” he replied.
I thought about it for a few seconds and then agreed, so we had a meal first and he then asked if I would pose in the sitting room. I said alright and went straight up stairs to get my clothes off and put a robe on. It wasn’t until I came back down that I started having doubts about all this, but as I didn’t want to disappoint him I shrugged them off and got into position. He’d set up his camera equipment directly in front of the sofa, so I knew where he wanted me. I stood there for a few seconds and took a deep breath before removing the robe and throwing it to one side.
I then sat down and he reentered the room carrying some empty rolls of film, and stood behind the camera adjusting the focus and getting everything ready, which included the height of the tripod the camera sat upon. When he was ready he looked up at me for the first time, and walked over to the sofa.
“Okay mom, if you could face the camera directly I’d like to take a few from the front first?” he said, straightening out my legs and making me tingle all over with his touch.
He then took six shots of me in that position, and asked me to turn my head to the right and just my head. This I did and he took another six photos. He then asked me to cross my legs, which I did, and he took several more from the side. It was at this point that I noticed a bulge in his pants, and suddenly felt wet down below. He then asked if I would stretch my right arm over the back of the sofa and open my legs, as he knew that would make my cheeks flush, and he wasn’t wrong. As I stretched my arm out, and parted my legs I knew that my pussy had opened up slightly and my cheeks flushed instantly.
He seemed to take a lot more pictures in this position than he had the others, and all sorts of naughty thoughts were going through my mind. It was then that I remembered he was only painting me at the college from the waist up, so why was I naked? When I asked him this question, he confessed that it turned him on to see me naked, but apologized for having such thoughts. I sort of admired his honesty, and the devilish side of me took over.
I started to pose without being prompted, and he adored the way I moved around the sofa. At one point I was kneeling on it, and looking back which he loved and took quite a few shots of me in that position. I think I went a little too far after that, and in hindsight I guess I was caught up in the moment. I sat on the sofa facing him and spread my legs as wide as I could, unashamedly, and he grabbed the camera from the tripod and got in closer.
That’s when things took a turn for the improper, as I was starting to get too excited about it all. I found myself pulling my pussy lips apart with two fingers and he got really good close up shots of my opening. It was more than just a photographic shoot now, it had moved into the realms of eroticism. I pinched my nipples to make them harder, and ran a finger over my clit. His camera was going crazy, as he was shooting me from all angles.
I spotted the bulge again, and couldn’t help wondering just how big he was. He then touched one of my nipples to see how hard it could get, and I felt a tingling sensation shooting through my entire body. I suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly against my breast, and he grasped it and moved his hand around the mound. Closing my eyes, I wanted him to go further, yet my mind was telling me to stop this now. I ignored it, and adored the feelings of his fingers pulling at my nipple. His camera was still clicking away when I reopened my eyes, but he was pointing it towards my crotch.
With an impulse I couldn’t seem to fight, I grabbed the camera from his hand and placed it onto the sofa next to me. He got the message and slowly ran his hands down to my stomach and on until his fingers were touching my pussy lips. I opened my legs and felt a finger brushing my clit, that’s when I came for the first time that day. He knelt down and pushed a finger inside me. The wetness made it easy, and as his finger entered me I closed my eyes once more. It was the next sensation that made me reopen them for he’d leaned forward and was licking the passage to the forbidden fruit. I could feel his tongue pushing my clit around, and the finger was still inside me. I felt so hot and my thoughts returned to the bulge I’d seen earlier. ‘Was I really going to let this go that far,’ I thought, and felt another orgasm coming on.
He licked and slurped at the juices I was producing, and after five more minutes he stood up and began to get undressed. I watched intently as he discarded his shirt and unzipped his pants, before pulling them down and revealing the tight fitting briefs below. The bulge was more than evident, in fact my eyes were glued to the outline of his cock, but I wasn’t ready for what he was about to reveal. When he pulled his briefs down, his large cock sprang up and I licked my lips involuntarily.
It was a magnificent specimen, and bigger than his father’s. He stood there for a second allowing me mentally to take it all in, and then I moved forward onto the sofa and grasped it firmly with my right hand. It pulsated as I touched it, and I adored the feeling of lust as I allowed my hand to stroke him slowly. For a few minutes I just admired his cock as it ran over my fingers, and then I moved forward and opened my mouth. I felt it touch my lips and closed them around it before sucking it into my mouth. David let out a soft moan and I looked up to see he’d thrown his head back and was enjoying the moment.
I sucked it harder and squeezed his balls gently as I did so; he in turn began to thrust his hips forward making me hold them back. The more excited I got the better it felt for both of us as I was soon feeling the end of his cock brushing the back of my throat. It was almost like he was fucking my mouth, and at one point I let him do just that when I let go of his hips. His cock was sliding in and out of my throat, and then he was holding my head and trying to slam it into me. I gagged a few times but allowed him to carry on, until finally he exploded inside my mouth with a huge string of jism. I sucked harder as he’d stopped moving, only now he wanted to back out.
I wouldn’t allow it though, as I held his ass cheeks, pulling him into me and carried on sucking him dry. When I was sure he’d stay hard I stood up and turned around to bend over the sofa. He immediately got into position and pushed his cock in. I looked back and smiled, before telling him to fuck me hard. He didn’t need further prompting as he began to fuck me with a passion, and I came yet again when he was fully inside me. He was gripping my butt cheeks and slamming his cock deep, as I gripped and crushed the one and only pillow that was on the sofa. I squeezed it harder as his stomach repeatedly slapped my ass from the forceful thrusts and came harder than I had ever cum in my life. Again and again he fucked me and the juices from my pussy were running down my inner thigh.