About what you would expect.

With your little argument settled it doesn't take long before you find yourself in class. Your mom is standing right behind you, stroking your hair and slowly humming to herself. She seems to be in a great mood, to be honest, and you can't really blame her at this point.

Soon everyone seems to have found their way behind their canvas and your mom introduces you to the rest of the class. "Alright girls. I know that you were probably looking forward to painting Bailey today, but she won't be able to move for at least another couple of hours. Instead, my daughter will be modelling for us." Her proclamation is met with a lot of cheers and howls.

{if bimbo stage > 0}

"As you can see she is definitely my little girl. I mean, just look at her curves, she has definitely gotten those from me." Your mom says with a smirk on her face, and you feel eyes roam all over your body.

"Yup, she is definitely my little bimbo." Your mother adds proudly. {else}

"She is my little princess and such a good girl. I am sure that we will be having a lot of fun today." She says and you feel eyes all over your body, exploring it. With a smile, you jiggle around a little to make sure that they get a good look at you.

"Such a cutie!" Your mom adds, before turning her attention back to the class.{endif}

"Now then! We will be doing oily painting today, and we should think about what position our model should be in. I think that we will be going with the classic masturbation pose." Your mom explains and you are about to complain that you might not be all that comfortable masturbating in front of a crowd of people, but your mom simply smiles and adds. "$name, did you know that 'Good Girls Masturbate'?" You feel something inside of you click and you find yourself unable to stop the motion as your hands move down between your legs.

Your mother is clearly very pleased as you find yourself on a small cot that can be used as a podium. It is raised slightly allowing the entire class to see you. You are whimpering softly and you notice your mom biting her lip at the sound and sight of you. "What do you think girls? My little girl really is the sluttiest thing in the world. Now, I think we need her to show off her tits a bit more. So how about we make her ride a pillow for us?" The question is rhetorical as the curvy MILF returns with a pillow seconds later. She looks at you with a smile. "You know the deal. You can either start humping this yourself, or I can make you..." She is clearly revelling in the power she holds over you, and you don't even want to argue instead grabbing the pillow and pushing it between your legs.

It doesn't take long before your mom finds her way behind a desk and slowly starts to masturbate as well, simply watching you while mewling softly. For some reason the fact that your mom is fingering herself at the sight of you makes you grind even harder.

Now and again a student walks up to you and inspects you, clearly trying to determine how your tits move or your hands are sitting. A lot of them seem to be having trouble with your hands. Though one girl walks up and almost pushes her face between your legs. When your mother clears her throat the girl tries to explain that she couldn't get a good look at how your folds were spread on the pillow and needed a closer look.

As the class slowly comes to an end, your mom makes you cum over and over again. It isn't like she has stopped you so far, but it is clear that she wants to see just how many orgasms she can milk out of you.

Once the class ends $mom walks up to you with a smile. "Well done! I think you should become a permanent part of my class, sweetie." She gives you a kiss on the cheek and cuddles up to you, snuggling tightly before you need to head out.