“Well are you just going to leave it like that?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “I think it looks perfectly fine. Seriously, this may even be one of the best paintings you’ve ever done.”
She sighed, “I’m sorry. I can’t. My artistic integrity is on the line. All of my portraits must be perfect for the upcoming exhibit. I’ll have to paint you nude. There’s no other way. Can you do it for me?”
The feeling of nervousness came over me again. It wasn’t as bad as yesterday since I had already spent an hour in my underwear for her. And the look in my mother’s eyes, there was no talking her out of this decision. She had already made up her mind.
“Fine. If it means that much to you, then I’ll do it mom.”
She walked towards me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You’ve always been so supportive of me. I owe you so much for this, I promise.”
“You better.”
“I will,” she smiled. “Eat your breakfast and be ready in an hour.”
***
The hour flew by fast. I could barely eat since I was so nervous. I could feel the countdown for having to get naked in front of my mother. I became more nervous by the minute.
My mother called me and told me it was time. I walked into the art room and felt much calmer once I saw my mother’s happy face. What’s the harm right? It wasn’t like my mother was going to judge me or anything. It was all for the sake of art. It was her passion. She’s seen countless naked bodies, so this probably wouldn’t have been much different to her.
“Strip,” she said bluntly. “Exactly like yesterday, but without your underwear.”
“You aren’t wasting any time today.”
“There’s no time to waste. Tomorrow I plan on setting up my area in the gallery. So I’d like to finish this today.”
“Okay. Here it goes.”
I stripped off my tshirt and shorts with ease. That was the simple part. I was already used to my mom seeing me without much clothes. Once I was down to my underwear, the awkwardness came again. I looked at my mother, and she raised both eyebrows, as if she was signaling me to get this over with already. Then I did it, I bent down and took off my underwear.
I stood completely naked in front of my mother. She raised an eyebrow when she looked at my penis. It was flaccid because of how nervous I was, but slowly I began to feel that exhibitionist rush creeping back in. Being naked in front of my mom was unusually exciting in some strange way. I couldn’t understand it, but it made my blood flow.
“On the sofa,” she ordered.
“Yes ma’am,” I playfully replied.
I could see her smile when I walked over to the sofa to sit. I struck the same simple pose as I did yesterday, with my face slightly turned so that I wouldn’t be recognized in the painting. All I could think about was that my mom was looking at my exposed private area. It felt so strange for it to be exposed in a casual way. I heard her begin to paint.
“This isn’t so bad, is it?” she asked. “Before long, you won’t even notice that you’re naked.”
“Thanks for the reminder.”
The idea that my cock was exposed to my mother was still making me aroused. As much as I tried to think other thoughts, it didn’t work. My body had only one response. My cock was becoming stiff. I didn’t want to look at my mother, or say anything, out of complete embarrassment over the situation. I was hoping it would go away eventually and that my mother would ignore it, but neither of those things happened.