My Friends Art Project

-... And that's why now I can't complete this damned art project!

Mark (22M), one of your best friends, was visibly frustrated. He just told you that the girl he asked to pose for a photoshoot for his art project just rejected his proposition, telling him she wouldn't come.

-... And I already paid the guy for the studio and everything! 400 bucks for nothing!

You felt sorry for him. He had this artistic vein that you were a little bit envious of. He not only had the ideas, but also had the motivation to begin and end the projects, as well as the courage to publish them in his website and social media, opening himself to criticism, trolling, plagiarism and whatnot. "I only do it for art's sake. I don't care about anything else." That was his motto, and he lived for it.

- Hey guys, I brought you something to snack on... - Said your Mom coming in. She was carrying sugary drinks, chips, cookies and other stuff - Mark, I know you like these... Oh, hey, Mark, what's up?

Mark had his head between his hands, as if it was too heavy to be held it simply by his neck. His body posture showed the distress and defeat storming through his head. He wanted to answer, but could only shook his head.

Seeing he wasn't able to explain your Mom the reason of his demise, you told her what happened...

- Oh my, that's so mean! - She exclaimed, outraged, after which she seemed to start thinking. - You can't trust people these days!

A somewhat ceremonial silence ensued, as if the whole room felt sorry for Mark's project inevitable failure.

- And what if I... If I take the role of this girl?

You both looked at her, bewildered. For your part, you knew your Mom liked artsy things, but a photoshoot? At her age? As for Mark it meant salvation, a way to finish the project without losing 400 bucks.

Mark jumped out of his chair and excitedly started explaining to your Mom when and where she had to show up. You intervened, knowing exactly how to interrupt Mark when he got lost within his manic-creative spree:

- MARK! - You shouted into his ear. Mark looked back at you: Inquiring, confused and slightly irritated, but he looked at you - I want to go too. I'd like to... To see how my Mom perform...

Inexplicably, a bad feeling started growing in your stomach; letting your Mom go somewhere with Mark weirded you out, so you tried hiding it by making it look like you were interested in now their project.

...

You arrived with your Mom at the studio. Mark was already there preparing everything. Once you greeted him, he started explaining:

- I had an inspiration for this project after thinking about how beautifully, how passionately men and women entangle their bodies when they have feelings for each other. The lust, the emotions that makes them bond, the feelings that grow so strong that they end up in a sublimation of physical expression... To try and capture those moments...

He continued his monologue for what felt like an eternity. At least for you. Your Mom was astounded, fascinated, taken away by both his speech and drive.

- So... I'd like to ask you, Ms. Anon... To please take your clothes off... For this is a in state of nature art project!

You felt like you needed to say something. Stop this non-sense. Protect your Mom's privacy. Her honor, her body. But before you could react, your Mom answered.

- Okay! Where's the changing room?

- Umm... - Mark said - I think... I think there's no changing room... I mean... If there's one, I didn't booked it either...

Your Mom thought briefly - Alright, no problem. I mean, I'm going to be naked either way, right? What difference does undressing there make? - She said before taking her bra off, setting her beautiful, plump breasts free.

The, she bent over, making her curves jiggle, removing all of her clothing. She stood there, in front of you and Mark, naked. Your gaze was nailed onto Mark's face. He felt it, as he avoided looking at your Mom's voluptuous and sexy body directly...

...But he still had to talk and look at her; he awkwardly and hesitantly started telling your Mom how to pose. At first they were just photos of just her...

"Didn't he say something about entangling bodies or something like that?" You wondered.

And soon enough, he walked into the set himself:

- I... I'll sit here and you need... You need to sit on me... I'll put my hands on your back... With your permission... Of course...

The bad feeling in your stomach started growing even more after watching your Mom climbing on top of Mark, while he did as if he was caressing her body. Well, he was actually doing it, but it was art. It didn't count, right?

But you felt something wasn't right. Your mind tried finding something, at least one thing with which you could voice your indignation against his idea and what he was doing. But what? What it could be...?

You found it.

- I think it isn't fair that Mom has to be naked while you still have clothes on! - You spurted without really thinking.

Mark looked at you weirdly. He felt like you just asked him to get naked with your Mom. He shrugged his shoulders and asked your Mom to stand up before getting naked too, revealing his chiseled body of a man in front of your Mom, who couldn't take her eyes off of his muscles.

For the next picture Mark embraced your Mom on the floor, not even telling her where he going to put his hands; he just did. He briefly looked at you while holding your Mom against him. You couldn't decipher the meaning of his eyes, after which he continued commanding and ordering your Mom to pose around.

The next couple of pics were almost harmless in comparison. You started finally relaxing seeing that Mark turned down the tone of the content. Until he asked her to pose for the next photo:

- Come over... Turn around... Yes... Now bend over like that... Like we were... Like I was about to...

Your Mom nodded, not letting him finish. She knew what it had to look like. What it indeed looked like. But having a young man behind her, feeling his breath traveling down her back, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling them towards his him, inevitably created a wet and warm tingle sensation between her legs. She closed her eyes trying not to think about it.

Then Mark grabbed your Mom, pulled her on top of him, his forearm between her legs, his hand laying on her buttock. Their faces were really close, their lips almost thouching...

Before the camera shot the photo, he could feel your Mom's most intimate area. It wasn't just warm. It was hot. Her body was aching for it...

But he was your friend. He could never do something like that to you. If only he was with another woman and not your Mom...

For the next photo, Mark went behind your Mom hugging her from the back while explaining:

- The purpose of this photo is to show the meaning of intimacy and the trust on our partner to protect us. With your permission... - He said as he put his one hand in front of her eyes... While grabbing her large breasts with the other, his fingers sinking deep into the soft and squishy surface.

She loved the warmth and strenght of Mark's fingers grabbing her chest and pulling her against his body... But she realized that Mark, whether willingly or not, didn't press his waist against her buttocks.

Subtly yet intentionally, your Mom pushed towards him with her lower back, being curious about what was behind her. She felt it hanging as she made contact with it with her cheeks. She didn't push further. She just wanted to feel it was there, behind her.

Once the photo was taken, Mark seemed to have some trouble thinking about the next scene. You wondered why. Then, your Mom spoke:

- That photo gave an idea! I loved the meaning of it, but why not the other way around? Why has the man always have to protect the woman? For example, I haven't had a man to protect me since Anon's dad left. Some women can protect others to. Specially mothers...

Mark nodded and let her do what she had in mind. Like he did previously, she went behind him and embraced him.

- With your permission... - She whispered into his ear while softly putting her hand on top of his crotch, trying to cover it. She grazed it, but quickly broke the contact up, her hand simply hovering over his manhood.

An attractive, naked woman just rubbing the penis of a young man could only have one kind of reaction, even if it wasn't neither his nor her intention. Even if it was for an art project. Even if this whole thing was Mark's idea...

Mark felt the bloodflow intensifying towards the covered area. The erection finally reached your Mom's hand as it went up, even though he was applying every trick on the book not to. Mark's body just refused not to get hard.

He turned towards your Mom, hiding the still growing cock from you between him and her. Mom looked at him, wondering what the abrupt reaction was about. Mark looked down, signaling with his eyes what the problem was. Your Mom looked down, gasping out loud as she found out what the problem was.

Your Mom started looking for a solution. In her head it was clear what worked best in a situation like this. You saw her head emerge behind Mark's wide frame:

- Sweetie... We... We have like, a problem here... We gotta do something... Could you please wait outside until... Until we're done with it...? I'll let you know...

You nodded. The bad feeling in your stomach screamed for you to say something, but nothing crossed your mind. You felt like you didn't belonged there, like you weren't welcomed there anymore. Like a castaway. Not leaving the room wasn't an option anymore.

You walked towards the door, opened it and crossed the treshold, which meant that Mark and your Mom were now alone. This thought made the already bad enough feeling get even worse.

You made it look as if you closed the door, but you actually left it slightly ajar, making it possible for you to look inside. You quickly understood why:

As you looked in, your Mom was already on the floor kneeling in front of Mark, servicing him with her mouth.

"Did she even wait until I was outside before dropping down?" You asked yourself. "She went straight into business. No foreplay, no nothing..."

Then, it hit you. "The whole photoshoot was the foreplay." The worst thing was that you had to witness it.

The camera kept shooting photos in their direction. Mark had her by her hair, which made it seem like he was sending a message: The masculine, dominating figure towering over the feminine, submissive one. One proudly received pleasure while the other one proudly provided it. Each one fulfilling their role and validating each other, taking care in the most intimate way possible between two individuals...

Or at least, that's what you thought before you realized how wild and, for a lack of a better word, hungrily your Mom started slurping his already erect cock. To be honest, how your Mom was behaving took a lot from the dignity and solemnity away that you just described.

Mark, who until now was just letting your Mom attend his shaft with her mouth, spoke:

- Ms. Anon... I'm not going to cum like this.

His voice sounded like a sentence. And it was, because before your Mom could even respond, Mark grabbed her body and threw her on the old fashioned bed they were using for the photo shoot.

Mark leaned over your Mom's neck, letting her feel his weight over her. His breath caressed her skin, making her hair stand up. A smile appearing on her face as he got into position.

Mark directed the tip of his cock at the entrance of your Mom's most intimate place. It wouldn't be fair to say that Mark pushed it all the way in, as your Mom pulled her ass back, just like she did a few minutes ago taking a picture.

Mark held your Mom's waist. He knew she liked it: He realized when he grabbed her hips while posing; he felt how her body shuddered and how quiet she became at once. The only difference was that now he was thrusting his dick inside her for real. Even from your hideout you could hear the *plap plap plap* his crotch made against her ass with every powerful pump.

Mark's thrusting in this prone bone position went for what felt like an eternity, at least for you. Your Mom seemed to have fallen into that state that overcomes women when they're dicked down just the way they like or need it: She was cock drunk.

She partially snapped out of it when she felt Mark's hands on her neck, pulling her face up to kiss him. He murmured something between her lips.

-...I'm about to cum... - As he preemptively stopped pumping, not wanting to drench the insides of your Mom with his cum as he wasn't wearing a condom.

Hearing this seemed to wake something up in your Mom; she grabbed the sheets, poising herself and started grinding and thrusting her bottom against Mark's waist. She wasn't letting him cum in her. She was seeking it. She wanted to make him ejaculate inside her.

You saw it first in his face. Then in hers. Mark was cumming in your Mom. Raw. Without condom. Your Mom grabbed the sheets even harder, curled her toes and started gasping as she felt Mark's throbbing dick inside her. Your Mom was orgasming by feeling how her partner was filling up her womb with his seed. The act of reproduction.

That had to be the real expressive result of raw intimacy, like Mark pretended to find out with his project. That'd be a good name. "Raw Intimacy." You had to mention it him later that. Maybe he'd like it as title.

They laid there for a few seconds together, exhausted, recovering their breath and trying to organize their thoughts about was just happened. Eventually, Mark pulled back, leaving the warm insides of your Mom, spilling onto the bed some of the "Raw Intimacy Juice" that he just pressed inside her.

Without talking to each other, as if they had somehow made up their mind simultaneously, they started looking for their clothes and getting dressed. When they were done, you heard your Mom's voice calling you to come inside.

You made it look like you opened the door. Mom informed you that "they had a long photography session" and "they were pretty tired." Basically, they were done and now it was time to go home.

...

Some days later, you found at home an already known framed picture.

- It's my favorite one! - She told you when you asked her what was that about. -... And I wanted to conserve a memory from my first photoshoot!

A smaller picture in her bedroom would've done the trick too... Nonetheless, you understood her thought process.

But looking at the picture, conveniently placed at the beginning of the hallway, served you as a reminder of how Mark fucked and creampied your Mom, and how she loved every second of it.