Mom's Nude Portraits

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Julia heard her son coming home from his college class. A little too early, she thought. She was an art professor by trade, but at the moment, she was focusing on her other love-- painting. There was a nude female model in the workroom, which had become common in their suburban home.

The session had just ended and Julia stood up while the model got dressed. They made small talk about how the session went and the model saw the nude portrait for the first time, marveling at the artistry.

The model left through the living room at the same time Zack was there. They exchanged a friendly 'hello' and 'nice meeting you' while Julia opened the door so the model could leave.

When Julia closed the door, she gave her son a playfully stern look.

"Don't get any funny ideas," she said in her motherly tone. "She's a new model I'm working with. I don't want you chasing her away."

"Me? Why would I do that?"

"Because that's the kind of guy you are," she joked.

He shrugged. "As long as you're going to keep bringing hot women to our house, I can't complain."

"I'm glad you're okay with it because there will probably be a few more models stopping by."

"You're busier than usual."

"I found out this morning that my role in the upcoming art exhibition is going to be much bigger than before," she proudly. "I'll be given extra space to showcase my work. I already have plenty of abstract paintings, but I need more portraits. Those are usually my best sellers."

"That's great, mom. That means more money, and more women coming here?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Is that all you think about? Money and women?"

"It was a joke. I'm really happy for you."

She smiled, "Thanks. This art exhibition is the biggest I've ever been featured in. A number of prominent figures in the art community are going to attend. That's why I called that sexy young model here at the last minute."

"I've noticed. You usually don't paint women my age. You usually paint older women, no offense. So that was kind of surprising to me when I saw her."

She nodded. "With all the space I'm getting for this year's art exhibit, I've decided to expand my boundaries. I want to explore diversity. I'll be painting everyone from college students, to senior citizens, and people from different ethnic backgrounds. I'm very excited about it."

"I can tell. You look excited. It's great seeing you like this. I know you'll get the recognition you deserve."

Julia's heart warmed and she gave him a big hug, even with all the paint on her clothes.

"You're too cute for words," she said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to wash up."

***

It was a Saturday morning. As usual for the weekends, she relied on her son to arrange the paint and art supplies for her. It was the final nude painting she planned on doing before the art exhibition, which was only a week away.

As things were being prepared, she received an unexpected phone call; the kind that would always ruin her day.

Everything was set in her art room, and Julia had no choice but to break the news to her son.

"He's not coming," she said. "Apparently he's having second thoughts, which is understandable, but the timing couldn't be worse."

"Aren't there tons of male models?"

"I need a young adult. Most of the young male models who live nearby are university students. I wouldn't feel comfortable asking someone from campus to come to my house to be nude. That wouldn't exactly be great for my reputation."

"Good point," he replied. "Why don't you just get another model that's an older age? You've never had problems with that before."

"The whole point of my collection is that I'm featuring a wide array of age groups. I already have several portraits of older men."

"Does it matter? I don't think people would notice if you used an older man and painted him to look younger."

She flashed a stern look. "Yes, it does matter. Artistic integrity is important to me. My collection has a theme to it. Without the final portrait, the collection would look incomplete."

"If it's that important, then I'm sure you'll find someone soon enough."

"I hope so," she sighed. "Thank you for your help setting up my supplies. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it."

She smiled, "We'll leave everything here. I'll make a few phone calls and hopefully I can find someone by tomorrow."

"What's the rush? The exhibit isn't until next weekend."

"I know. But it's important for me to set everything up in the gallery as early as possible. I'll have more time to prepare my oral presentations that way. Plus I don't like rushing at the last minute. My work is better when I'm relaxed and my head is clear."

He nodded. "That makes sense."

"Thank you again for spending your Saturday morning with me. I know you could have done so many other things instead. I really appreciate it."

With that said, Julia gave him a kiss on the cheek to show her gratitude. It was a nice kiss. Her kisses were always special because they were loving. And she knew he liked them.

Seeing the smile on his face gave Julia an epiphany. Something had to be done, and since she probably couldn't get a proper replacement in time, a plan had to be devised.

In her desperate hour, she decided to go for it. What was there to lose? So she proceeded with a newfound contingency plan and prayed that it would work, no matter how crazy she knew it was.

"You see the beauty in what I'm doing, right?" she asked with an incredible degree of politeness.

"Of course I do. I think your art is great."

"Good," she smiled. "I'm glad you think so. I started painting when I was around your age. It changed my life in a wonderful way because it gave me direction. It gave me a way to express myself creatively and I fell in love with it."

"Why do I get the feeling that something is about to get weird?"

"I want you to pose for me," she replied sincerely.

Julia flashed the most heartfelt look she could possibly manage.

"You can't be serious, can you? You want me to pose for you?"

She nodded. "That's what I said."

"Nude?"

She nodded again. "All of the portraits have to be nude. I also realize that you don't want anyone seeing your nude portrait, so you can simply turn your head away while I paint. I'll focus mainly on your body. No one will recognize you. I promise"

"No way," he replied. "I'm sorry mom, but that's never going to happen. Why don't you just paint an imaginary person? Make it up. No one would know the difference."

Julia flashed a stern look. "That's completely out of the question. I wouldn't be a real artist if I did that, and I feel like I would be cheating whoever buys it. Besides, using a real person always looks better."

"How about I pose with my clothes on? Maybe I'll compromise and do it in my underwear. You can use your imagination and paint the rest."

"That won't work," she replied staunchly. "I wouldn't be true to myself as an artist. The painting must be pure, or it means nothing. I would feel like a con woman if I tried to display stuff like that."

There was no arguing with Julia on this. She was a woman who made up her mind. Her art was something she took great pride in, and that meant protecting her quality at all cost, and doing whatever it took to get the job done.

"You're really not giving me much of a choice here, mom. I mean, you realize that this is extremely awkward for me, don't you?"

She nodded. "I know this is uncomfortable. I used to be shy in college, especially when it came to my body. But I overcame it. I posed nude for my art classes a few times."

"Really? That doesn't sound like something you'd do."

"Well I did it. And I still do it privately. I let my friend paint me nude sometimes, and then I paint her nude afterwards."

Zack seemed surprised by the admission, which Julia understood.

"This is a lot different, mom. I mean, you're my mom!"

"I know I'm your mother," she replied playfully. "You've reminded me twice. But don't forget that the awkwardness is mutual. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't desperate."

"You must be really desperate then."

"Please, I'm practically begging you. I promise that if you do this for me, I'll owe you big time. My promises are always good."

She looked at him with a sense of desperation, yet playfulness. They both knew how important this was. There wasn't any choice for her. She also knew that Zack couldn't refuse, or else she'd keep on pestering him. It was inevitable. With the look in her eyes, how could anyone refuse?

"Fine," he said. "Just this once. Don't forget that you owe me for this."

A broad smile appeared on her face and she reached over to wrap her arms around him, delivering a suffocating hug. Her lips were pressed all over his face as she kissed everywhere.

"I knew you would eventually see things my way," she replied happily. "Let's start soon. Everything is already set up."

***

There was a tense feeling in the art room.

"How do you feel?' she asked like an evil doctor.

"This is kind of scary to be honest. I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach."

"I know the feeling. Believe me. If you want my advice, just imagine that your body is the most beautiful thing on the planet, which it is. I firmly believe that each human body is an exquisite creation. So think of this as sharing your beauty with the world."

"Women are a lot more beautiful than men," he joked.

She smiled, "I think you're very handsome, as a matter-of-fact. That's part of the reason why I wanted you to do this."

"Thanks mom. I think you can be pretty hot sometimes as well, in a non-inappropriate way."

"The word 'hot' isn't proper terminology," she replied in her teacherly voice.

"You know what I'm trying to say."

"I know. I'm only teasing, Shall we get started now?"

"Now?" he asked in a state of semi-shock. "That soon?"

"This painting isn't going to make itself. I'll need you to remove your clothes and sit on that sofa by the window."

He sighed, "If you insist."

Julia noticed her son's heart beating faster. It was the inevitable feeling most nude models face when doing it for the first time. He even looked like he was about to sweat.

She gave an amused look. "I completely understand how terrified you must feel. Your whole life, you were taught by society that nudity is bad and something to be ashamed of. But in the world of art, nudity is something to be appreciated. I was so scared my first time posing nude, but then I got used to it, and it became a wonderful feeling."

"I guess you're right. Here it goes."

With slightly shaky hands, Zack pulled his tshirt overhead and placed it on a nearby table. Julia just stood there and watched him. Despite all her professionalism and years of doing this, she found herself curious as to what her son looked like naked. But she tried to push those perverse thoughts out of her mind.

Next came Zack's shorts, which he also placed on the table, while Julia kept on staring.

Now, Zack was only in his underwear, feeling an exhibitionist rush of some kind while Julia looked on. It was a surreal taboo rush for both of them. She noticed that her son's heart was starting to race.

Worse, an erection appeared to form inside of his underwear. Julia's eyes widened when she saw it.

"Maybe we can compromise," she said, showing mercy. "Maybe I can paint you like this, with your underwear on. I can try to paint the nude portion of your body using my imagination. But if it doesn't look right, we can do a nude portrait tomorrow."

"That sounds like a great idea," he replied with gratitude.

She noticed his breath of relief. She had just spared him the humiliation of having to get naked and having his erection exposed. She could still notice the bulge through his underwear, but it wasn't nearly as bad.

"Have a seat. Sit comfortably. Any way you like. Look towards the window so I'll only paint the side of your face."

Zack appreciated the mercy and sat down, just the way mom wanted.

There was a long pause as Julia kept her gaze on her art subject. The room should have been filled with the sound of her brush painting on the canvas, instead there was silence.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, looking at her.

"The portrait," she replied. "I'm not sure if I like it. I'm a visual person and I need the authenticity. Anything else and I'm cheating myself and my work."

The innuendo was strong and Julia hoped that her son would pick up on the signals she was sending. She was a perfectionist. Surely her son knew that.

"You want to go all the way?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

She exhaled in disappointment. "I'm sorry. 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?"

A feeling of nervousness washed over him. By the look in Julia's eyes, it was a final decision, rather than a question.

"Fine," he said. "If it means that much to you, then I'll do it."

She walked towards him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you. Thank you so much. You've always been so supportive of me and my career. I owe you so much for this, I promise."

It was amusing to see Zack stand up, preparing for full nudity. Once he wrapped his fingers around the waistband of his underwear, the awkwardness began. Julia raised both eyebrows, as if signaling for him to get this over with already. This was a real time waster, after all.

Then the act was done; Zack bent down and removed his underwear.

He was now completely naked. Julia kept one eyebrow raised as she took a good look at his penis. Were parents supposed to see this? She wondered. Him being naked like this was unusually exciting-- for both of them.

"On the sofa," she ordered.

"Yes ma'am," he playfully replied.

Julia did her best to suppress her smile when Zack walked over to sit on the sofa. She was thoroughly amused when he struck a bland pose, with his face slightly turned so that he wouldn't be recognized in the painting. She wondered if Zack realized that she was actually staring at his penis, admiring it.

It felt so strange seeing him exposed like this in the most casual way in her workplace. She began to work.

"This isn't so bad, is it?" she asked, her paintbrush touching the canvas. "Before long, you won't even notice that you're naked."

"Thanks for the reminder."

She tried to focus on her task -- finally -- but another problem emerged. It was a problem which commonly occurs with male models. She considered ignoring it, but it was too distracting. All she could do was stare. It did look nice, and maybe it would go away. She kept on staring.

Eventually, she had to say something about it.

"You realize that you have an erection, don't you?" she asked in her teacherly voice.

He turned his body to look at her. "Yeah. Sorry mom. I should probably..."

"Don't move!" she snapped. "Your pose just became perfect. The morning sunlight across your body is exactly what I want. It's flawless. 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."

She gave her instructions and Zack obeyed, turning his face again to look towards the window. The room was silent except for the sounds of her paintbrush quickly doing its job. The hard-on wouldn't disappear. She continued painting, but the erection was a distraction.

"Is that thing going away yet?" she asked playfully. "For most male models, it would have faded away by now."

"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, 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."

Zack seemed to be getting desperate from the humiliation of his 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?" he 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?"

He 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 and this is part of the process."

His jaw nearly dropped and he had to compose himself. His cock suddenly became even harder as he wondered if this was even a real offer.

"What do you mean?" he 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."

Immediately, she could tell that Zack was okay with this. She also got the impression that Zack wanted to downplay his enthusiasm so he wouldn't look like a pervert.

"Sure mom. If that's what you think is best."

Julia put her paintbrush and pallet down on the table. She walked over to her son with a stern, professor-like stature. Her face was serious, as if the unintentional erection was interfering with her work. When she stood in front of him, she put her hands on her hips.

"Now remember, this is 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."

"Of course," he replied.

"Good. I'm going to get started now. Don't move a muscle."

Julia got down on her knees, directly in front of him. She didn't waste any time and immediately grabbed the base of his throbbing erection with both hands. Her hands felt soft and she used that softness to full effect.

She couldn't believe that she was actually stroking him. She looked at her small hands delicately wrapped around her son's erection. She gazed at it like a piece of art. The sun was shining on it and she was convinced that this would be her masterpiece.

"That feels good," he blurted out.

"Well that's the point," she replied. "The sooner we get this over with, the better."

It was the perfect excuse. Her slow and gentle strokes suddenly became faster and harder.

"Just like that," he moaned. "Keep doing that."

"You're in some mood today. Do you always get this aroused?"

"Not usually."

"Just do me a favor and try to hurry."

She kept her focus, but then she felt Zack's body tense. Was he finally about to cum? And where would it happen?

"Do you think you can help me finish?" he asked, unsure of how to choose his words.

She raised an eyebrow while continuing to stroke. "What do you think I'm doing right now?"

"I mean, this will be a lot faster if you showed me something. I'm a very visual person, just like you. I'm used to seeing something adult-oriented."

"Watching me give you a handjob isn't visual enough?" she asked sharply. "You should be thankful that I'm even doing this."

Her hands continued to stroke. She knew this was almost finished and she wanted to keep this within its limits.

"I am thankful," he said. "All I'm saying is that this would be much faster. You always talk about how nudity isn't a big deal. It's kind of unfair that I'm the only one naked here."

She continued stroking his shaft in a very sensual way. She wanted to think before she spoke. Her hands suddenly stopped, and Zack was afraid that his over-aggressiveness stopped her.

"You're right," she replied. "I would be a hypocrite if I refused. You've always been so helpful to me, and I realize this is difficult and embarrassing for you to be my nude model."

Julia reached down and pulled her shirt up to the top of her chest, then she lifted up her bra, causing her breasts to hang down. It was the very first time Zack had seen them as an adult. They were curved on the bottom. Her areolas were wide and light brown. And her nipples were large and brown. Her large brown nipples hardened, either from exposure or arousal.

"Those are really nice, mom."

She put her hands on his cock again. "Thanks. I'm glad you like them. Your body is certainly showing its approval."

She gave his cock an extra hard squeeze and smiled. It was nice feeling the erection stiffen because of her breasts, she thought. She noticed that her son's eyes were glued to her chest as she jerked him off.

They lost track of time in their sexual moment. The real irony was that during the handjob she gave, Zack must have moved several times out of pleasure. She didn't want to say anything about that, or else it would ruin the mood. The mood is always important when it comes to making art.

"I'm close to cumming," he panted.

She smiled. "Finally. My arms are getting tired."

"Where should I do it?"

"Right where you are. I'll clean it up after."

The motion of her hands increased and she watched Zack's body tense. He came and it shot straight into the air. It made a real mess on the floor with each shot. Before long, her hands were covered with his cum, and much of it was still dripping.

She let go to grab some papers towels to wipe her hand clean. Then she put her breasts away. Finally, she grabbed some more paper towels to wipe Zack's penis. She tried to be professional about cleaning her son like this. It looked innocent and motherly the way she cleaned him.

There was one drop of cum left on his thigh, and surprisingly, she scooped it up with her finger and put it in her mouth. She sucked it down.

"You taste good," she smiled after pulling her finger out of her mouth. "Ready to continue?"

"Yeah, I am," he replied in disbelief over the fact that she ate his cum.

"Good. Now get back into the same position you were before this mess started."

Julia went back to her painting canvas and watched as Zack returned to position. She tried to act natural about it. She was a true professional, after all. She hid her emotions. As she picked up her brush to resume her work, she kept looking at her wet finger, which a moment ago had her son's cum before she sucked it away.

***

Later that night. She called Zack to come down the stairs for dinner. She made lasagna, which was one of his favorites. There were several other nice dishes as well. He came down promptly and they prepared to eat.

"This looks great," he said

"I hope so," she replied. "Tonight is a special occasion."

"Why? Because you finished all of your paintings?"

"Exactly. I couldn't have done it without you. This is my way of showing gratitude for what you've done for me."

She loved flattering him, even knowing how much he enjoyed getting that handjob earlier. That was more than enough to express her gratitude. To her, it was just something that needed to be done in order to get rid of that erection.

He took a big bite out of the food. "You didn't have to do this, but it's delicious."

"I insist," she replied. "Besides, I got off the phone with the gallery's art director a few hours ago. She told me that I'm invited to have a private dinner with some very influential figures in the art community. I'm talking about artists that I deeply admire. Can you believe it?"

Her eyes showed her excitement. A big smile grew on her face.

"That's awesome news, mom. I think those people are going to be amazed when they see all of those portraits you've made. Your collection is really something special."

She blushed. "You're too sweet. I certainly hope that they'll like my work. I'll be giving them a private showing of my artwork."

"I'm sure they'll be amazed."

"Hopefully. You aren't doing anything Friday late afternoon, are you?"

"What do you need?"

"Do you think you can help arrange my things at the gallery? It'll be closed to the public. Only the art director will be there. In the evening I'll present my collection to the guests, then I'll go have dinner with them at a nearby restaurant. So, would you mind?"

"Mom, of course I'll help. After posing nude for you, everything else is easy in comparison."

She stood up and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, which probably put tomato sauce on his face. She was certain her son wouldn't mind the feeling of grease on his face because who doesn't love kisses? Her lips are soft and loving. In a weird way she wondered if her son was becoming aroused again.

"I owe you another big favor for this," she smiled. "So that's two favors I owe you now."

With the amount of gratitude Julia had, the earlier handjob felt like nothing. She owed her son. She really wanted to pay him back. Already she had something in mind. The question was, would her son want it, and could she actually go through with it?

***

Friday. It was 5 pm in the evening. They were alone in the gallery while the art director was in the back office. They arranged all of the different paintings for display. It was astonishing to see the collection she had painted. There was an assortment of abstract and nude portraits which represented a wide array of people. It was their little secret that his naked image was on those walls.

Julia was dressed beautifully, wearing a lovely black dress with heels. Her hair was neatly done, and it was one of the rare occasions where she wore extra make-up. She wanted to look her very best for the private dinner, and she succeeded.

"This is incredible, mom," he said to her, as they continued looking at the paintings. "It all makes perfect sense now."

"I knew you'd understand."

Julia's eyes remained on her art display. She had never felt so proud in her career. It was an ambitious art project, featured in the prominent area of the large gallery. She once again looked over each nude portrait. She stopped at the final portrait, which was of her son.

"Do you really need to look at that one again?" he asked jokingly.

She turned to him and smiled, "Why not? That's my favorite portrait."

"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," he said without thinking.

She looked at him and tried to suppress her laughter. Zack blushed at his verbal blunder.

"So, you enjoyed the relief I provided you? Who would have thought?"

He 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."

Neither of them could believe what had accidentally slipped out of his mouth. Julia sharpened her eyes.

"You think I look sexy when I paint?" she asked.

He 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."

"What makes you say that?"

"I have a friend who has done artwork with her son," she replied. "They've painted each other nude, and let's just say that she's told me a few interesting stories which have resulted from their naked collaborations."

There was a slight grin on Julia's face. She was being purposefully coy about her thoughts on the situation.

"You seem open minded about all of this," he 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 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."

They went to the other side of the art gallery and she pointed to a 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?" he asked.

"Tell me what you think of the woman in this portrait?"

"I think she has a great body. Really, that's what I think."

"The woman in that painting is me," Julia 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."

She could tell just how stunned her son was about the nude painting. Zack's eyes went back to the painting, this time in disbelief.

The nude painting of Julia's body was done in vivid detail. Every curve, shape, and line on her body was clear. The image reflected her womanly figure and age; it even highlighted her brown nipples, down to the smallest detail.

"I think you have a really beautiful body," he gulped.

"Thank you."

As they looked at the nude painting together, Julia glanced at her son from the corner of her eye and wondered if he was becoming aroused. When she saw him adjust his clothes a little bit, around his crotch area, she knew what was going on.

"Is there a problem?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I'm fine."

She looked down at his crotch. "You don't look fine. This is a classy art gallery. Walking around with an erection is generally frowned upon here. Don't you know that?"

Suddenly, the door to the backroom opened and the art director quickly walked towards their direction. The director a woman in her early 50's, and they hoped that their conversation hadn't been overheard.

"I'm terribly sorry," the art director said to Julia. "I have a personal emergency which I must tend to immediately."

"That's horrible," she replied. "Is everything going to be okay? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"It's nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine. But I need to take care of something briefly. Do you mind if I leave you two alone? I'll be back before the visitors arrive."

"That's no problem at all."

The art director smiled and quickly made her way to the door. "Great. I'll be back in half an hour."

Once the director left through the front door, Julia looked at her son with a sigh of relief.

"God, I thought we were toast," she said jokingly.

"So did I. That had me nervous."

She looked down at his crotch again. "Apparently nervousness doesn't affect your erections. Thank goodness she didn't look below and see your bulge."

Zack felt embarrassed when she pointed that out, and he adjusted his pants.

"Very funny. I think I better go now. I'll see you at home later."

"But I was going to introduce you to the guests, remember?" she said. "I've already told them about you."

"Really?"

"Tonight is supposed to be special. You're an important part of my success and I insist that you get credit for it."

"What about, you know, this," he replied, referring to his erection. "I guess I can go to the bathroom and take care of it."

Julia suddenly gave him a naughty look. "I still owe you two favors for everything you've done for me. I hope you haven't forgotten that."

She purposefully made her intentions vague, but she was sure that Zack was smart enough to figure out what she wanted.

"Do you mean what I think you mean?"

She nodded. "You've done so much for me and I couldn't have completed my art collection without the help of your beautiful naked body. So I'm willing to express my gratitude in any way that I possibly can."

Instantly, Zack reacted the way she had expected. She could practically see the hairs standing on his head.

"Are you sure?" he asked for confirmation.

"If I've offered, then I'm sure. This is a big decision and I gave it a lot of consideration."

"Okay," he replied. "If you're serious, then I wouldn't mind a little extra help. I know I've earned it."

"Of course."

With that said, Julia stepped closer to him. She could tell that he was nervous, and she was nervous too. Without a hint of warning, she got down on her knees, lifting her black dress so it wouldn't get dirty around her knees. She wondered what Zack must have thought of her in this position.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "I mean, right here? People could see us through the front window. Or someone might walk in."

"Relax. There's a big art display right behind you, which is blocking the people outside from seeing us. Besides, we still have thirty minutes alone. Well, less than thirty minutes now. We better make this quick, assuming you're still interested."

He immediately nodded. "Yes, yes. I'm interested. You bet I am."

Julia focused her attention on Zack's crotch and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, along with his underwear. That beautiful cock was now directly in front of her face. It was hers once again. She took a moment to gaze at it. The real piece of artwork in this gallery, she thought. How she wished it could be placed on display for the art community to admire.

Her fingers wrapped around it, making it twitch, and she gave it a few strokes. The cock went to full attention in her hands, stiffening with each rub.

Instead of a boring handjob, she upped the ante by taking her son's penis into her mouth. There was plenty of saliva in her mouth and she knew that Zack loved the feeling of her warmth. Her suction was airtight. Her head bobbed back and forth with her lips wrapped around his dick.

She loved hearing him moan. It was the best of both worlds. She got to be in the art gallery, with her display ready, the culmination of all her hard work. And she got to please her son too. All she hoped was that no one outside took a closer look at the window and peeked around, otherwise they'd be seeing a mother on her knees, in a nice black dress, getting a real mouthful from her son.

The danger of that really aroused her even more.

This was much more intense than giving a handjob. This was beyond personal. This was something that neither of them could ever forget. She felt her pussy becoming wetter with each suck she gave. The art gallery was silent except for the sounds of her slurping and making suction noises with her mouth.

How she wanted to reach down and play with herself.

"Wait," he said, causing his mother to stop. "Do you think we could go a little further? You still owe me another favor right?"

She raised an eyebrow, then spit the cock out. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"What do you think?" he smiled suggestively.

Julia knew exactly what her son was implying. Frankly, he deserved it for all his help over the years. He practically saved this art show with his nude modeling and he deserved to be rewarded for that. Equally as important, her pussy was aching for pleasure. She could certainly use a hot fuck from her son.

She thought for a moment. "It would probably make this whole process a little faster. People will be arriving here soon. Make it quick, okay?"

To his surprise, it worked. Julia stood up and pulled her panties down to her ankles, then she took them off. She turned around and got down on her hands and knees, lifting up her dress from behind to show her ass. She then wiggled her backside to tease him. She wanted it doggy style.

"Well?" she said from the prone position. "I'm waiting. We don't have all night."

He quickly got down on his knees, right behind her ass. He wasted no time spreading her backside to get a clear view of mom's little brown anus and pink pussy. There were plenty of pubic hairs around her vaginal area. Her pussy was soaking wet, which only meant that she enjoyed sucking cock in the empty art gallery just a few moments ago.

When the tip of his cock pressed against her labia, Julia held her body still so that her son could enter. The cock penetrated her pussy and she moaned. She knew her pussy was warm and tight and she knew her son would love the feeling. The penetration caused her fingers to grip the floor and her toes to curl.

She could feel her son's cock throb inside of her. It was raging hard. She still couldn't believe that any of this was actually happening. Not only did she allow her son to fuck her from behind, in an art gallery of all places, but deep down she knew she was enjoying it even more than Zack was. She moaned louder and louder with each thrust from her son. Thankfully they were alone for the moment, so she could be as loud as she wanted.

"Looks like you have your own talents," she said in a low voice while her son went even faster. "Your cock is a real star."

Zack's hands squeezed her hips tightly as they had sex. She pushed back against his thrusts as well. Before long, the art gallery was filled with the lewd noises of his crotch slapping against her round ass. Her loud moans soon became grunts of sexual pleasure. Her neatly done hair was soon waving back and forth from their unholy sexual coupling.

While they were in the midst of their intense sexual passion, she remembered that they had to stay in a certain position to avoid people on the street from seeing them. She was facing the wall, so she couldn't tell if anyone was watching outside. Her son didn't seem to care. Zack was too focused on fucking her.

"Keep... an eye out..." she hissed. "Oh fuck! People might see us from the street."

That only made Zack fuck harder. "Mom... we're making art in here."

The very notion that this was 'art' was amusing to Julia, yet she couldn't argue with that logic. Getting fucked like this felt beautiful. It was the ultimate act of love from her son, wasn't it?

She let go of all her fears and emotions and just enjoyed the feeling of her pussy being ravished.

"Just like that!" she cried. "That feels so good... ohh... I need this so bad. I'm almost there."

She simply couldn't resist. Despite all this, it was never her intention to let her son know just how much she was loving this. But it slipped. She knew it added fuel to his fire. She felt Zack's cock continue to throb inside of her and she was being fucked even harder.

When Zack reached down with one hand and rubbed her clitoris and wet pussy, that was it, she cried out loud. The fingers moved in a circular motion around her clitoris and depraved sounds escaped her lips. She made whimpering sounds. Could this really be the last time they ever did anything sexual? It felt so wrong, yet so perfectly natural.

"I think I'm going to burst," she whispered, while her body was rocking back and forth.

She pressed her face against the floor and cried for him to continue thrusting and rubbing her clit. Her back arched upwards and her muscles stiffened. A rush of fluids gushed from her vagina as the pressure reached its peak. She screamed at the top of her lungs and was thankful that the gallery was empty.

"Oh fuck, I need to cum," Zack said, still pounding away.

It wasn't long until Julia felt her pussy being flooded by her son's cum. The thrusts continued until several loads shot inside of her until there was nothing left; then she felt the cock slowly turn soft inside of her, which let her know that her son was satisfied like she was.

"Oh god," he groaned. "I can't believe we just did that."

Julia stood up, letting Zack's flaccid wet cock plop out of her spent vagina. She didn't bother to clean herself, she simply put her panties back on and adjusted her black dress.

"I can't believe it either," she replied, still breathing heavily. "But I'm glad we did it."

She reached in her purse and grabbed a few pieces of tissue and handed them to her son, so he could wipe himself clean. When Zack cleaned himself, he pulled his pants back up and threw away the tissue.

"Can we do that again sometime?" he asked shyly, straightening his clothes.

She finished fixing her clothes too. "Look, mister, what we did just now was a favor and a courtesy. I... wait... shhh... I think someone's coming."

They heard the front door being unlocked and then opened. It was the art director, who returned to the gallery earlier than expected. They suddenly became fearful that they had been caught.

"My deepest apologies," the art director said to Julia. "Everything is sorted out now. Sorry for leaving you two alone."

There was a slight awkwardness coming from the art director, which was most unusual.

"No worries," Julia replied. "Things happen. I'm glad everything is okay."

"The guests will be arriving soon. Your art display looks fabulous. It's one of the best I've ever seen."

Julia wrapped her arm around Zack. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without the help of my son."

The art director's face nearly became flush. "Oh, this young man is your son?"

"Yes, he is," she proudly replied.

"Oh, I assumed he was a model. If you'll excuse me, I need to take care of some last minute things in my office."

With that said, the art director quickly walked passed them and went back to her office, closing the door.

"Do you think she saw us from outside?" Zack asked.

Julia suddenly froze. "Oh my god. Oh my god. She might have seen us having sex. It would explain her odd behavior. She's never acted like that before. Now she knows that I've fucked my own son. Maybe she saw me sucking your dick. Oh my god."

Before they could further discuss the situation, the front door to the art gallery opened and a small group of well-dressed people entered. They were the people Julia was meeting with. There was friendly banter. All of them came over to shake her hand, and they shook Zack's hand as well.

Julia switched to professional-mode and proudly presented her art collection and nude portraits to them, and they were all amazed. They loved her work. She beamed with pride. But in the back of her mind, there was a keen awareness that her son's cum was dripping into her expensive panties while she was talking to the group of people.

Before they left for dinner, a small trickle of cum ran down her leg. There was only a brief second when everyone's attention was turned, and she reached underneath her dress to wipe the runaway drip of cum, and she licked it off her fingers. With the evidence gone, she went back to the conversations.