Mom is a model in my art class

You might consider a bit of "cuckold" style in there as well as she 'has' the art master while the son has to watch without saying anything?
That's not cuckoldry. A cuckold is a man whose wife cheats without his knowledge or permission. He is derided for being unable to control or satisfy his woman. The son having to watch his mom be screwed is a different humiliation / excitement fetish. If his father (her husband) is also in the class and doesn't object to the screwing, he's a wittol (willing wimp).

Are those standard poses, with the instructor screwing models? Has he screwed prior models in class? Does the instructor sometime engage a male model to help him spit-roast the female model? Does he sometimes call for volunteers from the class? Does the son rise to pork his mom?
 
What are you imagining?

Not wanting to steal the thread so will keep it brief.
She starts instructing the class what to do, (letting a domineering element emerge) while making sure the son has to sit and watch. To learn how "real" men fuck.
Where it ends up...... well therein lies the interest.
 
I love it!

I think the mother should have no clue it's her son's class, but gets incredibly turned on by showing herself to him. Of course, when they meet up at home that night they have a lot to talk about...
 
I think the mother should have no clue it's her son's class, but gets incredibly turned on by showing herself to him. Of course, when they meet up at home that night they have a lot to talk about...

Yes, a lot to talk about, indeed!
 
Walking the halls in a short silk robe would have to be in there somewhere.
 
She'll probably walk around during the breaks and look at the students' work with her robe basically open.
 
Nice story

Let me know what you guys think.

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 like the idea
 
I could see a mother or sister who was aggressively pursuing a son/brother who would always run when they tried to show them their bodies, so the way to hold him captive would be to show up unexpectedly in his art class as the model, where he would have to stare at her for an hour or more, and realize how sexy she really was.
 
I could see a mother or sister who was aggressively pursuing a son/brother who would always run when they tried to show them their bodies...
I'd normally ask WHY mom or sis is hot for Sonny but here in LIT fantasyland we can always find an excuse. One easy way: mom and sis have shared a now-departed unrelated young stud who looks like sonny's twin. The lust-driven women see sonny as a replacement.

Or once-scrawny sonny pumped himself up with gym work and is now studly and overflowing with pheromones, but remains shy. Many girls hang around him but he retreats to the sanctuary of home, where his scent entices his kin.

Similarly, sonny has just returned home from a distant academy where he nicely matured. Mom and sis, who haven't seen him much for years, are awed by his physicality. He's taking a summer / night art class. Cue the modeling.

IRL I find that Iggy Pop nee Stooge has been doing nude life modeling. He features interesting scars from the days he'd belly-flop shirtless onto broken glass onstage. Ouch.
 
She could even go out to her car in just her silk robe after class and drive her son and a friend of his home.
 
How about mom modeling for her daughter's class?

There could be some competition for a certain guy. Mom could be bi curious?
 
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Let me know what you guys think.

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.

Oh shit..........
 
Amazing story !! I have similar story outline as this where the son (me) tried to present his mom to the public


That's not cuckoldry. A cuckold is a man whose wife cheats without his knowledge or permission. He is derided for being unable to control or satisfy his woman. The son having to watch his mom be screwed is a different humiliation / excitement fetish. If his father (her husband) is also in the class and doesn't object to the screwing, he's a wittol (willing wimp).

Are those standard poses, with the instructor screwing models? Has he screwed prior models in class? Does the instructor sometime engage a male model to help him spit-roast the female model? Does he sometimes call for volunteers from the class? Does the son rise to pork his mom?
 
Thanks, I like the vote of approval. I have been thinking of stories but never made a complete story. I don't think I have the literary skills for story telling. I wasn't sure if this story would be good or appealing.

My idea was a borderline incest story. A "would they or won't they" with incest. It's a start of a story but I think people like to imagine what happens after. I know I am never satisfied with how stories end. They always have great build up but don't deliver as expected (me personally). I feel if I explain how I had in mind it would ruin it for everyone else. But here is what I had in mind if you want to know, I'm sure everyone had better ideas.

As for background mom is a tease, and gets off on attention, teasing everyone around her wearing short skirts, shorts, and skimpy, but this doesn't satisfy her enough. She feels she would get the greatest "high" from teasing her son, thinking about it for whaile. She knew her son was in an art class and decided to tease the whole class, and extra for teasing her son in front of the class.

It could be role flipped, but I am more of a son/mother type guy, not a problem for me, I also love daughter/father but not the same for me.

p.s. Feel free to use this if you want I don't think I would be able to make a whole story. just let me know if you do. I would be very interested.

Keep your idea. Write it out. Put the emphasis where YOU want it to be and don't worry about whether or not someone else sees it that way, because it's YOUR story!

I like that she enjoys teasing people. I like that she's decided to ramp it up to a new level by purposely teasing her son, perhaps her disapproving son? Perhaps the son has always been a bit embarrassed (and a bit turned-on) by his mother's flirtatious ways. Now, she's turning it on him completely.

From that beginning, you can go in so many directions. Perhaps YOUR story will focus on the son's reaction as he wrestles with accepting his mother as a sexual being, even if he never indulges with her. It's a story of acceptance and it could be very sweet.

Or, perhaps her playful, outrageous tease awakens a desire inside of her. Perhaps she's always enjoyed teasing her son without even realizing it until the day she drops her robe in front of the entire class. Unwittingly, as she holds her pose, she begins to realize, "I want him." Does she begin to blush at her realization? Do her nipples stiffen from his attention?

Perhaps he's commuting to college while still living at home to save money. What's the conversation when he goes home that night? Surely, they can't act as if nothing happened. She did it. He saw it. It's the elephant in the room and it needs to be addressed. Where that conversation goes is up to YOU!

Write it, dear one. Write it now!
 
God x such horny, naughty thoughts in my head x would love to be your Mom in this stiry...
 
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