The Passion of Art

Hansen Valley Vocational and Technical Institute

 

 

The Passion of Art

by Robert Lubrican

Combination version

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Copyright 2005 Robert Lubrican

Second edition edited 2025

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Table of Contents

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Epilogue | Afterword

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Foreword

The original concept for this book involved writing four different versions of the general plot. The difference between the books was the varying character list and which characters got involved with each other in an amorous way. When the decision to publish this concept was made, it was determined that publishing all four versions would be both tedious (the first chapter of each is the same) and confusing. So elements of all four were combined back into one idea. That's what this is.

This book was edited to conform to the publisher's standards. All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older.

Thanks for reading.

Bob

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Chapter One

Valerie Hudson sighed as she looked at her latest landscape. She loved working in oils because it gave her so much time to make little adjustments before the paint dried.

But she was tired of landscapes.

She'd painted in college and loved it. But being a mother and wife was too time-consuming, so her easel and paints sat in the attic for years. Now that Bobby was going to Junior college and Megan had just graduated from high school, the time required for actual parenting was much shorter. They were both great kids and she was proud of them.

Bobby had good friends and good habits, and she didn't have to worry about him when he was out with his friends, or on dates. Megan had been a "popular" girl, on the cheerleading squad, a debater, and in all the musicals the school produced. She seemed to be careful of what boys she let get her alone in the dark and had gone on dates infrequently. She said she needed to concentrate on school and that she'd have plenty of time to investigate men later. She also said that boyfriends thought they owned their girlfriends, and she wasn't going to let some guy claim her like that. That attitude seemed to have survived high school. She was excited at joining her big brother at the Hansen Valley Vocational and Technical Institute.

One of the things that let Valerie relax, in terms of parenting, was that both of her children were willing to talk to her about pretty much anything. She had always been eager to help them learn and they had found that she could be approached about things most other kids would never discuss with a parent. An example was when Megan began having periods and Bobby was curious about that. Megan sat them both down and explained what was happening, and why it was happening. Both kids had left feeling relaxed and like nothing untoward was going on.

Valerie wasn't spending much time being a wife either, now that Phil, her husband, had gone off to Russia to establish a branch office of his company there.

"I'll only be gone a year at most, Babe" he'd said, standing there all tall and handsome, as he packed the last things in his carry on. "Once it's set up and running I'll come back home and we'll be able to retire.

She had laughed at that. She'd had Bobby when she was 20. He was as unplanned as they come, but they'd managed, and she'd still graduated with her Bachelor's degree in Art. She was going to teach in the Elementary grades, but Phil's business took off and she didn't need to work. So she stayed home, being a Mom with Bobby and then had Megan. When Phil got back she'd be 39. Who retired at 39?

She had to pee and went to the bathroom. While there she saw her birth control pills and popped one out of its plastic cocoon. There were only two left in the pack. She unconsciously counted in her mind. Yes, that was right. She should have two left. She'd have to go to the pharmacy and get the prescription refilled. She wondered, idly, why she bothered. Phil wasn't coming back for another eight months. She shook her head. It was habit, probably. She counted them from habit too. She'd started doing that when Megan turned 14 and her body just exploded into womanhood. Valerie worried that Megan would be tempted to steal a pill here, and a pill there, to save up her own supply for when she decided to give up her virginity.

That hadn't happened, but Valerie was a careful woman, and it was also a good habit to ensure she knew if she missed one, and to prevent her from taking too many. As she swallowed the pill she thought again about her daughter. Eighteen was a tough time for a girl these days. There were lots of temptations and Megan's "routine" was now gone, for all intents and purposes. She'd establish a new one when she got to the Vo/Tech, but she had resisted the natural female urge to explore sex and now she was an adult and would be meeting more mature (and handsome) men as she went forward. Both kids were still living at home, getting their core courses out of the way at less expense and had much more freedom than they had in the past. When they eventually transferred to State they'd be totally on their own. Maybe she'd better get Megan her own prescription. Just in case. It was better to be safe, than sorry.

She went back out to the big sunny room where she painted. She thought about doing some still-life work, but that didn't appeal to her either. She'd liked doing portraits, but no one wanted those nowadays.

She heard a sound and turned around.

"Hey mom." It was Bobby. He'd just taken a shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist. "I'm out of lotion. Can I borrow some of yours?"

"Sure Honey" she said automatically. "It's on the counter in the bathroom." She pointed to her bathroom and admired her son's broad, well-muscled back as he turned to go in there. He was a good looking young man, the spitting image of Phil when she met him and he swept her off her feet - literally - bedding her the first night they went out. She shivered as she remembered that night.

Neither of them had planned on things going that far, but she found out that night just how hot-blooded she was. When she felt his manhood push its way into her she loved everything about it ... even the pain of being stretched in ways she'd never been stretched before.

She shuddered again and looked up to see her son holding her packet of birth control pills, reading the back.

"Put those down," she said. "You don't need them"

He turned his brown-eyed gaze on her. "And you do?"

She blushed. "Once you start taking them they make changes in your body and it's a good idea not to mess with the chemistry. He'll be back in nine or ten months. I want to be ready."

She blushed again as she realized just how intimate the conversation had become. That was confirmed when her son dropped the pills on the counter and said, "Too much information, Mom!" He found the lotion and squirted a dollop in his hand. He rubbed it all over his chest and arms. He was a wrestler in high school and he had kept in shape after graduating. Valerie watched his muscles ripple as he bent and moved.

Wait.

That was it!

"Bobby!" she said, a little loudly.

He turned to look at her.

"Would you do me a favor?" she asked.

"Sure mom, what?" he said.

"I'm getting bored with painting landscapes and still-lifes. I was thinking about doing some body work. But I'll need a model. Would you sit for me?"

"Yeah, I guess. How long will it take?"

"Oh, I can do it in stages. We can work it into your schedule. An hour here, half an hour there. It won't interfere too much with your routine."

"Okay" he said. "Sure."

"Are you going out on a date Friday night?" she asked.

"No, not this Friday" he said. "I was going to go shoot some pool over at Ricky's.

"Well, save me an hour or two when you get done shooting pool." she said.

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Homer Watkins finished his dirty little business in the basement of his shabby house in Ontario Canada. He was a counterfeiter, and a fairly good one at that. He held up the completed product and admired it. It looked exactly like a brand new packet of Benzostyrillenophyl Oxyflorrinal, a popular new generic birth control pill. What it actually was were some sugar pills wrapped up in his latest creation. He looked closely at the printing on the foil backing of the push-out tabs.

It was perfect! No one would ever be able to tell it from the real thing; not even his cousin Mort, who owned a pharmaceutical supply company, and who would be paying Homer a lot of money for sealing a deal with the supplier of the popular new drug. He told Mort he cut the deal for only 75% of the normal price. Mort already had a buyer lined up - some dufus in the States. They'd both make a killing and Mort would never know anything was wrong.

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George Harrison Watkins IV wasn't an evil man. He had inherited the family pharmacy while he was in college and, thinking it would support his lifestyle, had neglected to study the ins and outs of business, preferring to party instead.

Now, because he was such a poor businessman, the seventy-nine year old Drug Store was in trouble. He was going to have to do something. He couldn't fire Frank, his Pharmacist. Everybody loved the old coot and firing him would lose him half his customers.

The very first thing he decided to do was start importing drugs from Canada. That would save him a bundle, and he would sell them at his normal prices. He'd already made a deal on his first shipment as a test run. It was a generic birth control pill that was just being released that would cost him only half of what he usually had to spend. By charging just a little less than he would for the name brand, he'd still make twice as much profit.

He wasn't an evil man; he was just a foolish and greedy one.

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"I'm surprised at you Mom" said Megan as they left the Doctor's office. "I can't believe you got me a prescription for the pill. I hope you don't think I do that stuff."

"No, Sweetie, but I'll feel a lot better knowing you're protected. There are so many bad people out there nowadays. I know nothing will happen to you, and I don't want you worry, but I'll worry a little less if we do this. Don't think this means I approve of premarital sex, though. This is just a precaution; that's all."

"Whatever," drawled Megan, rolling her eyes like a typical teenager.

The problem was, she was a typical teenager. Inside she was about to burst. She wasn't worried about some rapist. She was worried about Tommy Valderburg, the man she had met in the admissions office of Hansen Valley. He had the most beautiful eyes and she felt like she could fall into them. He was also polite. His eyes had examined her body, but only in a cursory way. He didn't leer at her breasts, which every boy she could remember did routinely, because they were so big. She had gone on one date with him and kissing him had been completely different than kissing boys back in high school. The way he held her was different, too. He didn't push himself against her, but somehow seemed to touch every bit of her body with his body. Those kisses made her get the familiar and wonderful feelings between her legs that meant she was horny. She'd gotten that way, occasionally, back in high school, but had never let herself go because of it.

Now that she was going to be on birth control, she might revisit her "hands only" rule. No male hand had touched her below her belt. Maybe it was time to find out what that was like. Megan was just as hot-blooded as her mother was; she had just never let the wild woman inside her loose. She didn't even know that wild woman was in there. She hadn't lied to her mother. She didn't "do that stuff." But the time wasn't far off when that might change.

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"Hi Frank" said Valerie to her friendly neighborhood Pharmacist.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Hudson," said Frank, "What can I do for you today?"

"I need a refill on my birth control pills," she said, distracted by a lovely display of sunglasses on the counter.

"No problem Mrs. Hudson," said Frank. "I just got a new shipment in today. They're the new generic kind, and they're a little less expensive if you want to try them. The active ingredient is the same as the name brand you got last time."

"That's fine, Frank. And I also have another prescription here for my daughter, as well."

"I'll mark the backs of them differently so the two of you don't get them mixed up," said Frank helpfully.

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Valerie spent the next three days making sketches, trying to get an idea of how she wanted to pose Bobby. Friday night arrived and she relaxed, taking a nice long bubble bath and drinking wine while she watched TV. She had on her favorite silk robe, the one that caressed her body so sensually when she was naked under it, like tonight. Modesty was observed in their family, but it wasn't prudish.

She heard the front door open and close. Bobby was home. For some reason she was excited about the project.

He came into the living room, where she was sprawled on the recliner, her robe incompletely closed. A lot of her naked legs were showing and a lot of cleavage as well.

Bobby looked at his mother and, in the dim light, saw someone else. The way she was lying was almost exactly like one of the pictures he'd downloaded recently from a website called Milfs of America. And there had been a lot of mothers he'd like to fuck. His mother's dark hair was fanned out on the chair behind her head, and the dark reds in the robe made her milky white skin almost glow in the dim light. She was beautiful!

He felt his prick begin to wake up. It had been hard for a lot of girls and women before this, but that's all that had ever happened. The only sex he was having was with his hand. No girl was going to claim he was the one who knocked her up and ruin his life.

The beautiful woman on the chair spoke. "Bobby, you're back! Good, I want to get started."

He shook his head. It was his mother, not some slutty milf out there in cyber-land. They had to be slutty because they posed for those pictures, showing their tits and pussies to the whole world. What woman could do that and close her legs to men? He always imagined the photographer got first dibs on those lush pussies.

"Yeah ... right," he said. He was glad it was dark in the room. He didn't want her to see the lump in the front of his pants.

She took him to the studio, which now had shades drawn tightly. She had built a platform, made of pine boards, and there was a short plastic column standing on one side, on top of a plinth. It looked vaguely Roman to him.

"Okay, take your clothes off and stand by the column," said his mother, while she was moving things around on the easel.

"What?" he responded.

He'd been watching the way the robe showed off her long slim legs. The knot holding the robe together was only loosely tied and it was open from the top clear down to her belly button. He was having trouble looking at her as his mother, instead of as a woman. He shook his head again. He thought she'd said he had to take his clothes off.

"I said take your clothes off and stand by the column," she said. "I'm painting you nude."

"No way!" he gulped.

"Way," his mother said. She pointed at the platform with her brush.

"But Mom, you'll see me naked!" he gasped.

"They didn't teach you the meaning of 'nude' in school? What in the world is wrong with you?" she said, turning to look at him. "I'm your mother. I've seen you naked ever since you wiggled your way out of me in that hospital."

Bobby suddenly had a vivid picture in his mind of his mother, stark naked, lying on a hospital bed, her belly swollen huge because of him. She had her legs spread and had this look of expectation on her face, waiting for him.

It was the most erotic thing he'd thought of in a long time. His cock went to full stiff instantly.

"No, really Mom, I can't. Um ... I have this ... problem," he moaned. In his shock he'd forgotten to keep his groin covered, and Valerie's eyes immediately saw his 'problem'.

Valerie had been a mother for nineteen years, during which she had always approached her children's problems in a way meant to reassure them. When they were young that was very helpful and she just naturally reverted to that mindset.

"Oh, you poor baby," she cooed. "Did some naughty girl get you all worked up and then leave you high and dry?"

She used her talking-to-a-five-year-old-voice. Bobby didn't know if she was making fun of him or not. On just the possibility that she didn't realize it was she who was the naughty girl in question, he said "Yeah ... something like that."

Valerie wanted to laugh, but she knew it would hurt his feelings. Imagine: her son with an erection!

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Mommy has seen lots of erections, so you don't need to feel shy. It's perfectly normal for a healthy young man to have them. Now, come on. I want to get the preliminary sketch-in done tonight."

Bobby thought hard. Obviously his mother didn't realize that she was the cause of his boner. So as long as she thought it was for some other girl he was okay. He took off his T shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. His stomach felt funny as he pushed them down and pulled them off. When he dropped them, his briefs stood out six inches as the tip of his cock tried to tear a hole through them. He swallowed and then hooked his thumbs in the waistband and started to push them down. He was of two minds. On the one hand he was embarrassed for his mother to see him this intimately. On the other hand, it was exciting to know that she was going to see him hard. There was the potential for new fantasies and it was a little confusing to him.

Valerie wasn't exactly watching her son disrobe. But she wasn't exactly not watching either. When he dropped his jeans and she saw his stretched-out briefs she took in a breath. He was a lot bigger under there than she thought he would be.

When was the last time she'd seen her son's penis? She thought and thought, and decided it was when he was ten or eleven, before he even had any pubic hair. She turned her head to watch as he slid his underwear down.

When he stepped out of them and stood up she felt her knees go weak.

What was she thinking? He wasn't a little boy any more. That was no little boy penis. That part of him was all man. She almost panicked as she felt her pussy weep slick moisture. She hadn't had a cock in over four months and her pussy wanted one bad! Her libido had already been at a sustained, low-level of excitement for months. She'd been able to manage things thus far, but when she was his penis a part of her mind thought, "Now that's what I'm talking about!"

It wasn't at all like Phil's. Phil had a club, small at the tip, but getting larger all the way back until it was as big around as her wrist at the base. Bobby's was long and slim, blunt at the tip where his foreskin covered his glans. The stiffness of his organ had stretched that foreskin, making it look like there was some kind of viper hidden within, looking at her, albeit with only one eye. The object of her observation jutted out of a thick nest of black hair that looked springy and soft.

Valerie coughed and turned away as she found herself envisioning her lips and nose bouncing off of that nest of hair, something Phil loved her to do. What in the world was she thinking? This was her son! She realized she was breathing deeply and tried to control herself. Bobby just stood there, uncertainly. She took a deep breath and tried to get control of herself. Finally she turned to look at him.

"Well!" she was finally able to articulate. "I guess you're a more mature young man than I thought. That must be one heck of a girl."

Suddenly her whole body shivered, almost like a dog drying off after a dip in the river. She felt more moisture being released into her vagina.

"Okay ... well ... get up on the dais and stand by the column. Drape one arm over the top of it."

Her eyes narrowed as he turned and climbed the one step. He was nothing but muscle! Even his ass cheeks tensed and rippled as he lifted one foot to climb the step and then transferred his weight onto it. He turned, under the hair light she had fixed in place on the ceiling. That cast his face in the shadows, but highlighted the muscles on his arms and chest.

It also highlighted the top of his erection.

It took her five tries to get anything even remotely like what she had envisioned before she started. For some reason, all her sketches ended up with the roughly drawn amorphous figure having a fairly detailed and obvious boner. That wasn't her plan at all. She had planned on painting her son with a normal flaccid penis that would be de-emphasized by strategically placed leaves from a plant she planned on "putting" on the top of the column. What she wanted to stand out was the muscle definition on the chest, arms and thighs.

It took the whole hour just to get one finished sketch and transfer it to a canvas. His erection never flagged even half an inch the whole time.

"That's gotta be some girl" she muttered to herself.

"What?" asked Bobby.

"Nothing. Just talking to myself. Okay. That's probably enough for tonight. You can go to bed. Thank you."

Without thinking, as he moved toward the door, she gave her son a hug good night.

Valerie was a tall woman. That loosely tied silk robe of hers did nothing whatsoever to keep his long, firm cock from sliding between the opening and then between her legs. She jerked as it grazed her still damp pussy lips.

"Oh, Mom!" he said, horrified. He pulled back. The top of his penis was shiny where her juices had transferred to it. "I'm so sorry!" he gasped.

"Don't be silly" she said, her voice husky with emotion. "It was an accident. Go on to bed. You have class tomorrow, don't you? You need to be rested for that."

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Two hours later both of them were still awake. Both were lying in dark rooms. Each wanted to masturbate, but neither of them was willing to do it. Bobby wouldn't do it because he thought he would officially become a pervert if he did. All he could think of was the feel of his mother's hot, slick pussy lips on his penis. Valerie wouldn't do it because she felt too guilty that she was thinking of her son's prick, and the feel of it sliding across her vulva.

It took them another hour to finally fall asleep.

The next day, while Bobby was at class and Megan was at a friend's house, Valerie worked on the sketch and put down some base colors. She roughed in the plant that would almost cover the model's penis. She thought seriously about going out and buying a plant with large leaves that she could actually cover him with. She was just stubborn enough to decide not to.

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It was their second night, and it started with the passion in both of them at a high level. The previous night had left both of them unsatisfied, though neither of them would have been able to identify that as the reason for the level of suppressed excitement in the studio. Bobby had stripped in his room and put on his robe to walk through the house to the studio. Just the anticipation of standing nude in front of his mother was making his cock get hard.

By the time he got into the studio and went to the platform, he was fully erect and his penis was protruding between the edges of his robe. Valerie, for her part, had also unconsciously prepared for her session with her son by putting on her silk robe again over her otherwise naked body. She hadn't had any wine yet, but she had a glass in her hand as she came into the room. Her eyes flickered to her son, standing quietly on the platform beside the white column. Her eyes took in what was poking out, towards her. When he saw her looking, he dropped his robe, like he was trying to wait as long as possible to let her see him naked again.

Valerie felt her stomach lurch. The young man seemed to have a perpetual erection.

"Have you been thinking about that girl again?" she said, her voice low.

"Yes, Mother, I have," he said, truthfully.

"She must be very beautiful and exciting," said his mother.

"She is," said Bobby simply.

Valerie picked up her brush and began to make delicate strokes.

"And has she seen you ... like this … naked?"

Her hand paused with the brush inches from the canvas. Why on earth had she asked him that? She looked at him, expecting to see him getting angry at her prying. Instead he was standing just as before, his face calm.

"Yes, she has." he said quietly.

Valerie felt another lurch in her stomach and moisture began to seep into her pussy. She couldn't resist asking another question. They had always talked about whatever was on their minds. They had even discussed his feelings once puberty kicked in and he looked at girls in a different way than before.

"And you've ... seen her too?"

"No," he said tersely.

"So you've never..." she trailed off, embarrassed now to be prying, and to care so much what his answer would be.

"No, Mom, I'm still a virgin, if that's what you meant," he sighed.

"I'm sorry Honey. I didn't mean to pry. It's just a mommy thing, I guess. I know you don't want to talk about your sex life with your mother." She began to paint again.

She was surprised to hear him say, "Actually, it doesn't bother me that much. I thought it would. I mean I'm standing here with a hardon in front of my mother, but it doesn't seem all that strange to talk about that stuff. It's not all that different than some other conversations we've had. I'm just a lot older, now."

"Oh." she said. "Well, thank you. It means a lot to me that my children are willing to talk to me."

It occurred to her that "children" was no longer the appropriate noun to classify them with. He looked all man and his sister wasn't far behind him, in terms of her physical development.

"What else do you want to know?" he asked.

She painted for a while, working on his shoulder. The light just wasn't what she wanted.

"Well, since you asked, when you think about this girl ... the one that makes you like that," she pointed her brush at his manly erection, "and since you're not … um … going all the way, do you ever get frustrated? Do you know how to ... you know ... take care of it?"

Now he did flush along his upper chest and face. But he took a breath and responded. "Yeah. I figured that out a while back."

"Does she ever do it for you?" asked his mother. She stepped forward with one foot, to lower the shoulder of the arm she was painting with and one slim white leg slipped through the closure of her robe. He could now see her leg clear up to her thigh.

"No," he grunted. In his mind's eye he saw his mother's slim, long, painter's fingers stroking his cock. He felt the soothing balm of precum begin to inch its way through his prick. What was he going to do if it made it all the way out? He tensed, trying to close off his penis. All that did was make it bob up and then back down.

Valerie saw the bobbing boner.

"But you're old enough, now, that you want her to, don't you?"

Bobby gritted his teeth.

"Yeah, I have to admit I do."

Valerie missed that odd phrasing. She missed it because, in her mind's eye, Valerie saw her own fingers grasp his thick stalk and slide up and down as she brought her lips to the tip to kiss it.

Her hand trembled, ruining a brush stroke and she put the brush down. She reached for the wine glass and took a sip. Her hand was shaking so much it caused the wine to slip past the corners of her lips and cascade down onto her bare cleavage.

"Damn!" she said, putting the glass down and leaning forward. She didn't want the wine to stain her silk robe. She pulled the edges of the robe apart and looked for something to wipe it off her skin with. She didn't think about the fact she was showing Bobby almost all of her naked breasts.

"Bobby, Honey ... get me a towel or something please," she said. He jumped down from the platform and reached for a rag on the table nearby. She watched his penis bounce and sway as he walked toward her. She was so mesmerized by the sight that she didn't pay any attention when he offered her the rag.

Because of that, Bobby assumed she wanted him to wipe up the wine.

He reached between her breasts and dabbed gently at the pale stain.

Valerie was so shocked at his touch that she just froze. She felt the cloth caressing the insides of both breasts and a groan began in the bottom of her lungs. Her hands pulled the cloth farther apart and felt the excitement of the cloth sliding over her skin as one nipple popped into view. She heard her son's intake of breath as the stiff point was exposed.

Now he pressed the rag lower, following the runnel of wine that had gone clear to her abdomen. Her hands followed his, spreading the robe until they hit the knot that was all that kept him from seeing the rest of her. Her fingers twitched, wanting to do untie that knot, but she wasn't wearing panties, and she was afraid of what he would think if she bared that part of her.

"That's fine" she gasped, trying to regain control of her voice. "I'll get the rest ... thank you." Her hand reached for the rag and her skin touched his. She felt an almost electric spark. His skin felt hot.

Then, feeling more secure in her body now that this man wasn't touching it, she unthinkingly pulled at the loose end of the knot. The knot fell open and her robe parted, as her hand, with the rag, began to descend to where the wine was now dripping through where her pubic hair should have been.

There was no hair there to catch the wine, however, because she kept that shaved off. She realized what she'd done as the cloth slid down her stomach toward her pussy. Her eyes darted to her son's face to find his mouth hanging open as his eyes followed that rag. Her pussy spritzed as the rag caught up with the leading edge of the wine, stopping it just above where her now wet pussy lips pooched out from between her legs.

Basically, she was pointing at her pussy as her son watched.

Her eyes darted next to his cock, still iron hard, still standing out proudly from that thick black bush of hair. But now, there was a long, milky colored drip of what she was quite positive was precum ... hanging from the tip.

She shuddered. It took every single scrap of self-control for her to close her robe and say, "I'm sorry, Baby, I shouldn't have let you see me like that."

With an audible gulp, Bobby staggered backward a step. The long drip of precum waved around briefly and then broke loose and dropped to the floor.

"S'okay, Mom," he slurred as he swallowed again. "I didn't really see anything" he lied.

He went back to the dais and resumed his pose.

Valerie managed to begin painting again, but her strokes were erratic. Her mind was on fire. Bobby's prick had obviously responded to her body when the wine dripped on her. Again she fantasized about her hands on his cock as her lips got closer and closer, until they slid over the head of his cock and he squirted in her mouth. Her pussy was so wet she could feel her moisture begin running down her leg.

"Excuse me," she said, her voice rough with passion. "I have to go to the bathroom."

She went into her bathroom and got a wad of toilet tissue to dry her pussy lips with. As soon as she touched herself, though, she knew she needed relief. Instead of drying her pussy, she slid one long finger into her wet sheath and pressed the base of that finger against her aching clitty.

She came almost immediately, and the orgasm was so hard that her knees bent and she ended up squatting on the floor as her pussy dripped its essence into a small pool. She felt light-headed and tilted backwards, her buttocks hitting the floor and her head hitting the door with a resounding thunk. Her orgasm wasn't even over yet, and she moaned, as she lay back against the door, her legs splayed open, her finger still stuck in her.

"Mom?" she heard through the thin door. "Are you okay?"

"Yes!" she barked. The last thing she needed was her son pushing his way into the bathroom and finding her like this. "I just ... stumbled, Dear" she yelled, still gasping for air. "I'll be out in a minute."

She got shakily to her feet and leaned against the counter. Her new birth control pills were lying next to her hand, on the counter. "How appropriate" she muttered, as she realized she had just gotten off thinking about a man's penis. The fact that that penis was her own son's didn't bother her half as much as the idea that she could be so horny with her husband only gone so few months.

She took one of her new pills and popped it in her mouth. It was silly, but she seemed to feel better immediately.

When she finally calmed down and was breathing normally, Valerie went back outside to face her son. He was sitting on the edge of the platform, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. For once his cock was not rock hard. It had softened enough to hang down, a thick meaty thing dangling between his legs, pushed out a little by balls that were suddenly much more noticeable, because their hairy fullness made a bed for his penis.

He looked up, his eyes troubled. "I heard noises. I thought you were hurt."

"I'm sorry sweetie," she cooed at him. "I just banged the door with my elbow when I tripped over the bath mat. I'm fine now."

They spent another 30 minutes working. She had tied her robe more tightly, and he stared at the ceiling in one corner of the room. His prick stayed mostly soft.

Chapter Two

Valerie was about ready to tell him to relax and go to bed when Megan interrupted them.

"Mom!" She yelled from just outside the door. She barged into the studio and pulled up short when she saw her mother standing at the easel. "Oh. There you are. Do you have any body lotion? Mine's all gone." Her eyes had gone to the easel, with the roughed in sketch of a man standing by a column, and the partly painted shoulder. Naturally, her eyes then went to the platform, where the column... and the man... were.

"Bobby!" she squealed. "What are you doing?!"

Bobby, who had wanted to hide when his sister barged in, decided to be brazen about it.

"I'm standing by a pillar naked. Got any more intelligent questions?"

"Now Bobby," said his mother, using her 'chastising' voice.

Megan turned on her mother.

"Mom! What's going on here? Why is Bobby naked?"

"Calm down Megan," said her mother. "I'm doing a painting and Bobby was nice enough to pose for me. It's nothing, really."

Megan was craning around the painting and her mother to get a better look at her naked brother.

'Wow' she thought. 'He's actually pretty hot looking, even if he is my brother.'

"How come you never wanted to paint me?" Megan complained, in typical teenage self-centeredness.

"Don't be silly Dear," said her mother. "It's not that I wanted to paint Bobby. I wanted to try doing a body and his happened to be handy. If I didn't use him I'd have had to hire someone, or paint from a picture, and I don't like doing that. If you'd have been here I would have asked you to pose."

"Oh!" said the teenager. "Well, it seems... you know... strange or something... for him to be all naked in front of us."

"We're all family here darling." said Valerie. "And none of us should be ashamed of our bodies; especially around family. We all love each other, and that's what's important."

Megan, who had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach from staring at her brother's cock, decided that maybe him running around naked wasn't so bad after all.

"Okay," she said, simply. "Now... body lotion?"

"In the bathroom Dear," said her mother, pointing.

Megan went into the bathroom. "This isn't body lotion," said Megan. "It's baby oil."

"On the shelf above that. Toward the right," said Valerie.

Megan left and, after another fifteen minutes of painting Valerie told Bobby to go to bed. She was tired too, and relaxed from her bathroom masturbatory session. When she got to bed herself, she surrendered again and allowed herself one more orgasm, achieved more slowly. It was painfully sweet.

She unashamedly thought about her little boy's not-so-little penis while she came.

Two rooms away, Bobby's fist flailed his cock frantically, the vision of his mother's open robe and pooching, naked pussy lips clearly in his mind. It was those lips his cock had touched the night before. With a long groan of delayed satisfaction, his balls emptied themselves through his cock in gut-wrenching spasms.