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I was always excited about art class. My professor always got the most beautiful women to model for the class, something tells me he was a womanizer, he was always openly flirting with some of the girls in the class, always touching them. I'm pretty sure he was fucking them; they always smiled at him.
Then that day came. I went to class excited to see which babe we would be drawing today. she walked out of the dressing room, and to my surprise it was my mom; she was wearing a thin robe tied up around the waist and showing plenty of cleavage. She was walking towards the middle of the room with long strides, side to side, swinging her ass, and bouncing her tits. She was teasing the whole class. I will admit I was rock hard as well as half the class I would imagine. I never said anything or made it public that I knew her. Every time she looked in my direction I would look the other way not knowing what to do, but when I turn back she has an evil, sinister smile on her face.
She got up on the mini stage and slipped out her robe letting it slide off showing off her large breast and ass, with a hint of a belly. All the men were in awe. The professor told her to strike a pose, then instructed the class they had 30 minutes to capture her form and to focus on her proportions. She began to get into position. She laid on her back, one leg up on a small stool, the other on the floor, legs spread, and one hand on her side and the other around her head falling back on a pillow facing me. She was staring right at me smiling . I looked away but when my eyes went back at her she was still looking at me, then she winked. I didn't know what to do. I could even draw properly my hands were so shaky. My heart was racing, and my thing was throbbing.
I was always excited about art class. My professor always got the most beautiful women to model for the class, something tells me he was a womanizer, he was always openly flirting with some of the girls in the class, always touching them. I'm pretty sure he was fucking them; they always smiled at him.
Then that day came. I went to class excited to see which babe we would be drawing today. she walked out of the dressing room, and to my surprise it was my mom; she was wearing a thin robe tied up around the waist and showing plenty of cleavage. She was walking towards the middle of the room with long strides, side to side, swinging her ass, and bouncing her tits. She was teasing the whole class. I will admit I was rock hard as well as half the class I would imagine. I never said anything or made it public that I knew her. Every time she looked in my direction I would look the other way not knowing what to do, but when I turn back she has an evil, sinister smile on her face.
She got up on the mini stage and slipped out her robe letting it slide off showing off her large breast and ass, with a hint of a belly. All the men were in awe. The professor told her to strike a pose, then instructed the class they had 30 minutes to capture her form and to focus on her proportions. She began to get into position. She laid on her back, one leg up on a small stool, the other on the floor, legs spread, and one hand on her side and the other around her head falling back on a pillow facing me. She was staring right at me smiling . I looked away but when my eyes went back at her she was still looking at me, then she winked. I didn't know what to do. I could even draw properly my hands were so shaky. My heart was racing, and my thing was throbbing.