Thank you incredimeters for all you have done to help me edit my stories.
+++++++++ Due to factors beyond my control, I just write the stories. I don't publish them, the second half of chapter 4 was not published. I am submitting the second half of chapter 4 as chapter 5 and hoping that everything goes off without a hitch. +++++++
+++++++++Please read chapter 4 before this part or you will get confused. I apologize for the confusion and hope it does not affect your enjoyment of the story too much. +++++++
We all looked at each other to see who wanted to go first. Finally, Jason raised his hand and said, "I guess I'll go first, I'm Jason Swift. Hey Ashley, good to see you."
I blushed a little but waved over at him. Lacy thought he was gay but maybe not. I went next. "Well, as Jason said, I am Ashley Haze."
Next was the Chinese woman in a surprisingly low voice so soft I am not sure how anyone heard her other than me, "I'm Ami Cooper."
Then came the African American woman, "I'm Linda Steward."
Which left only the two older women, "I'm Elizabeth Peirce and this is my sister Sarah Kent."
Sarah curtsied but said nothing.
"Well once again welcome." Mo began again. "We have the pleasure of working with a very lovely and dedicated model tonight, Miss Catherine." At the mention of her name, my mother emerged from behind a Chinese screen wearing a teal kimono. Gone were her glasses as well as the school teacher's bun. She had curled her hair in a good copy of a fifties pin-up girl. She had put on make-up, but it was complete so expertly that everything blended to remove any hint of her age. The paradox was that her make-up was done in a way so subtle that anyone who didn't know her would think she wasn't wearing any at all. The lone exception was her lipstick which was the same shade of burgundy as the chaise. It screamed, "Hello boys! Why don't you come up and see me sometime?"
Mo's voice brought me back from my mom-ogling. "I will pose her on the chaise and you will begin your work. You may take breaks as necessary and we will officially break every half an hour or so to give Miss Catherine time to rest. If you would like a different pose, please make the request and I will see what I can do. Miss Catherine is very easy to work with. She is a professional and I expect you to treat her with the respect she deserves." Mo's expression said to everyone,
Or else.
With that, my mom dropped the kimono and laid down on the chaise just like Kate Winslet in
Titanic.
Mo moved Mom's left arm so it draped over the back of the chaise and used one of the pillows to prop up her left hand so it looked like it was a candid shot of her just waking up and about to finger comb her hair. "Are you good Catherine?" Mo asked.
"Yes, Professor," my mom answered.
"Very well, begin," Mo, instructed.
The air was filled with the sounds of bushes, chalk, and pencils. My mother was not looking at me or anyone. From what I could tell she was looking at one of the sprinkler heads on the ceiling behind all of us. Mo started to walk among the students and observe. She stayed on the other side of the room.
After I got over my initial shock, I realized that my mom was a beautiful woman. She had a slight tan that was uniform across her body suggesting that she had tanned like she modeled, nude. Her areola and nipples were bigger than mine which made sense as her breasts were three times as big as mine. Her nipples were only slightly browner than the rest of her and very perky. She was either cold or turned on by modeling or both. There were no lines on her body which also suggested she had been going commando (no undergarments) lately. That explained why I was only finding my bras and undies in the laundry lately. I could see, a very faint white mark on her right side and wondered if she still had her appendix. She had painted her toenails to match her lipstick.
She had shaved everywhere, face, armpits, butt, and legs. She had left a nice triangle of hair maybe a half-inch thick just above her vagina that started several inches below her waist and pointed to the hood of her clit. The rest of her kitty was hairless and tan like the rest of her outer skin with just a hint of rosebud pink where her inner labia protruded slightly because of two silver captive bead rings with opal stone beads on each side of her girl parts. I was speechless, my mother was a member of the pierced pussy club.
I also couldn't believe what a good model she was. She hardly moved or blinked. I had to stare very hard to detect that her chest was moving at all. I started with her shape and then began to add details. I had finished the main drawing of everything and was starting to shade in muscle tone and her hair. I asked Ami to borrow a brown and a gold pencil. I usually prefer black and white only, but wanted to accent a few things like her lips and toenails. The petite girl said I could borrow whatever I needed. I peeked at her drawing and saw she had focused on my mother's face and wow was it detailed.
By the time Mo called for the first break, I was done and was just adding a line here and erasing one or two there. I prepared a new piece of paper for the next sketch. I also asked for and received one or two of Mrs. Peirce's cucumber finger sandwiches which were delicious. Mom sat up and stretched. She smiled at me and took a drink from a small water bottle that Mo brought to her. The two said something to each other I didn't hear and then Mo asked the group at large, "Is there a different pose anyone would like?"
Jason raised his hand. "Miss Catherine, would you sit instead of laying down?"
My mother smiled. Then sat with her legs underneath her, bringing the right shoulder back from us and the left shoulder forward towards us, and then she smiled. "Like this Jason?"
Jason started drawing again. "Yes, that's perfect."
Mo intervened, "No, no, no. That is too much. We can't expect Miss Catherine to hold a pose like that for long."
"It's fine Mo." My mom smiled at Jason, "But don't let Vanity Fair see your drawing or they may ask for a royalty."
Everyone laughed especially Linda.
I finished my sketch faster this time as I didn't need to spend as much time getting over my shock. It also helped that like Ami, I focused on just her shoulders and upper body. When I was done, I laid the page on the table and went back to my previous drawing, adding ink to make some blurry lines more defined. I also needed to use the bathroom. Imagine my surprise when I got to the restroom and pulled my pants down only to discover that a small amount of moisture had soiled my panties. "OMG. Mom is making me wet!" I said to the empty bathroom and realized it was true.
By the time I returned to class, Mom was standing again taking another break. She was walking around looking at everyone's work. Both she and Mo were talking to people and giving suggestions. She leaned over Linda's drawing of the
Titanic
pose and smiled. "This is good," she said.
"Thank you." I heard Linda say, "The model did most of the work."
"Speaking of work." She moved back towards the dais. I watched her ass the whole way and felt the wet spot in my panties grow.
"OK," Mo said looking at her watch, "We have time for just one more pose. Any suggestions?"
"Could you sit on the chaise like at the booth of a drive-in and put your arms across the back," asked Elizabeth.
My mother complied and the effect was that her breasts were lifted slightly.
