“You realize that you have an erection, don’t you?” she asked in her art professor voice.
I turned to look at her. “Yeah. Sorry mom. I should probably…”
“Don’t move!” she snapped. “Your pose is perfect. The morning sunlight across your body is exactly what I want. It’s perfect. Don’t move a muscle.”
“But what about my…”
“It’s not important. Believe me, I’ve painted countless naked men and this is normal. It will go away by the time I start painting your pelvic region. Now look out towards the window.”
I did what she said and turned away from her again, facing the window. The room was silent except for the sound of her paint brush quickly doing its work. My hard-on wouldn’t disappear. I didn’t ‘relieve’ myself that morning, and the taboo of having my mother stare at me was too much for me to handle. It was a potent combination.
“Is that thing going away yet?” she asked, annoyed. “I’ve never had this problem with any of my other male models.”
I turned to look at her. “Your other male models probably aren’t my age. Sorry mom. I was trying to warn you about this. There’s nothing I can do.”
“You must have eaten something potent for breakfast,” she said, half sarcastically, and half joking.
“Maybe we can continue this later in the afternoon? I’ll make sure I’m in the exact same pose so it won’t mess up your painting.”
“That won’t work. The sunlight would be different.”
I was getting desperate from the humiliation of my erection pointing straight up in the air. This had to be resolved, and soon.
“Do you think I should, you know, go take care of it really fast?” I asked in an embarrassed voice. “It shouldn’t take long. I’ll be right back.”
She thought for a moment. “I don’t want to lose this pose.”
“Then what should we do?”
“Are you sure it won’t go down anytime soon?”
I nodded. “I’m positive mom.”
She took a deep breath. “Then maybe I can take care of it for you. Would you mind? I know I’m your mother, and that it would be completely inappropriate, but think of it as a professional courtesy. We’re making art right now, and this is part of the process.”
My jaw nearly dropped and I had to compose myself. My cock suddenly became even harder. Did she just offer what I think she did? Did I hear that right? Was she even thinking clearly?
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to get confirmation.
“I’ll relieve your erection so you won’t have to move. Your pose is perfect and I don’t want to lose it. Would you be comfortable with this? If not, forget that I said anything.”
I was more than comfortable with it, but of course I couldn’t show it or else she would think that I’m some sort of pervert.
“Sure mom. If that’s what you think is best.”
My mother put her paint brush and pallet down on the table. She walked over to me with a stern, professor like stature. Her face was serious, as if my erection was interfering with her work. When she stood in front of me, she put her hands around her waist to show that she was in control over the awkward situation.
“Now remember, this is only a one-time deal. Don’t ask me to do this again. This is purely for professional reasons and I expect you to understand that.”