“Really? Why?”
“Because that day was special for me,” she replied. “We made this painting together, as a team. It was an endearing moment for me. That’s why I’ll always be fond of it.”
“Well, that was a special day for me also, but for a different reason though,” I blurted out without thinking.
She looked at me and tried to suppress her laughter. I realized what I just said, and what it meant.
“So, you enjoyed the relief I provided you. Who would have thought?”
I shrugged, like it was no big deal. “It was nice.”
“Is that all?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Okay fine, I really liked it. What did you expect? It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a lady, and I thought you looked pretty sexy while you were painting me.”
Once again, I realized that I shouldn’t have said that, but it was too late. My mother picked up on my comment and sharpened her eyes.
“You think I look sexy when I paint?” she asked.
I sighed, “A little bit. Kind of. I guess so. Does that bother you?”
“Not really. I had an idea you were interested in me when your erection wouldn’t go away. I realize that the whole taboo of being painted by your own mother can be quite arousing for college boys your age.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I have a friend who has done artwork with her son,” my mother replied. “They’ve painted each other nude, and let’s just say that she’s told me a few interestingstories which have resulted from their naked collaborations.”
There was a slight grin on my mother’s face. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, or where this conversation was headed, but at least she was playful about it.
“You seem open minded about all of this,” I said.
“What else were you expecting?”
“I don’t know. I assumed you would be more authoritative about anything regarding your work. When I had that erection that wouldn’t go away, I never would have expected you to, you know, take care of that for me. I was really surprised, but in a good way.”
She smiled, “Let me show you something. Follow me.”
My mother led me to the other side of the art gallery, and pointed to a nude painting done by another artist. The body was of a mature woman posing nude, but there was no face on it. The nude woman in the portrait struck an erotic pose.
“What did you want to show me?” I asked.
“What do you think of the woman in this portrait?”
“Stunning obviously. I think she has an incredible body. I love women that age. Really, I do.”
“The woman in that painting is me,” my mother replied. “My friend painted it a few weeks ago. So please don’t think of me as some sort of prude. I’m not. I have a sexual side like anyone else.”
My heart nearly skipped a beat as I looked at the image once again. It was a perfectly painted image of my mother’s nude body. The details in the painting were vivid. I noticed every curve, shape, and line on her body. She had a womanly figure which also reflected her age.
“I think you have a really beautiful body.”
“Thank you.”
As I continued to stare at the painting, I slowly found myself becoming aroused. My cock slowly started coming to life, and I had to adjust the way that I stood to keep my growing erection from protruding.