The Return of Molly Minx

My shorts were black as well and painted on, showing off my ass and I had donned a pair of heeled sandals. I let my hair down and checked to make sure my makeup didn't need touching up.

I wasn't quite in Molly Minx mode, but looked a lot sexier than Mary the mom usually did. I turned back to the table and spotted the folder marked "Molly's script." I walked over and was just getting ready to flip it open to see what few lines I had to learn before the scene got hot and heavy and as Malcolm wanted, I would improvise. I let the folder fall closed and turned at the sound of a knock.

"Come in."

Malcolm entered wearing his traditional work clothes of a black suit and blood red shirt.

"Well this is a momentous occasion." He said cheerily, "Your last time on a set." He laughed, "Then again you came back after twenty years."

"If I come back in twenty more I'll be a hag." I joked.

"Hey, don't rule out an eventual serious spike in gilf porn."

"Gilf?"

"Grandmother I'd love to fuck."

"Oh, of course." I grinned, "But really this is it for me."

"Well, I appreciate you doing this one last one and letting me capitalize." He winked, "And get one more voyeuristic thrill out of the hottest mom in porn."

"Glad I can help."

"You ready to meet your very lucky young partner for the afternoon?"

"Sure." I nodded and walked over to him.

Malcolm linked his arm through mine and we strolled across the studio towards another dressing room.

"I think it's something that your last scene will be with an unknown amateur. He's going to be doubly famous."

"Think he'll be up for this?"

"Absolutely! You're going to love this kid, Molly. He's polite, well mannered, nice looking, seems really mature for his age and not only has a thing for his mom, but sounds like you're biggest fan. He's as obsessed with you as he is his mom, this is a big win for this kid." He winked, "And you, youth an enthusiasm Molly, right?"

I widened my baby blues, batted my lashes, pushed my lips out in a pout and whimpered, "Yes, Daddy."

"Wow, that's not bad." He nodded in appreciation, "But the young ones, they..."

"The door, Malcolm."

"Right." He knocked, then opening the door just enough to pop his head in said, "Hey kiddo, I have someone special who wants to meet you."

Malcolm opened the door further and stood aside as I walked in ahead of him. The room was identical to mine and I saw a young man sitting in a small chair facing away from us. He was to the side of the mirror and I couldn't see his refection, just saw he had a nice set of shoulders in the white t-shirt he was wearing and sandy brown hair. I heard Malcolm close the door behind him.

"What, you're going to play shy?" he laughed. "Come on, kid, turn around and meet the one and only Molly Minx."

"Yeah, come on, baby." I went into my best Molly purr, "Don't be nervous. Turn around and let me see what I'm going to be getting a whole lot of in a couple of hours."

"Come on, Paul, you've been waiting for this, Molly and your mom are all we've talked about." Paul?

The chair turned around and I was confronted with my son.

"Oh my God." I whispered, unable to control my reaction.

"Hi, Molly." Paul however, seemed able to play his part. Most likely because he'd had plenty of time to plan it. Plan B. Jesus fucking Christ! That's why he sounded like Malcolm, he'd been talking to him. "It's nice to meet you." He smiled, "Wow, you look even sexier in person."

"And you haven't seen her in her birthday suit yet!" Malcolm laughed, "Well, I'll let you two talk for a couple minutes, get to know each other, and hey, no sneak peeks, Molly."

"This can't happen." I turned around, "I'm leaving. Shoots off."

"What did you say?" Malcom stepped in front of me, blocking the door.

"You heard me, there will be no shoot and you can fucking sue me if you don't like it."

"What the hell is going on?" Malcolm looked over at Paul, "Do you know each other?"

"He's a friend of my son." I hissed in a low whisper, "I have to get out of here."

"I didn't know." He looked genuinely concerned. "Well, then we'll have to cancel and..."

"Hey, mom where are you going?" Paul asked.

My eyes widened and I felt the color drain from my face.

"Mom?" Malcolm looked at me, then Paul, "This...Molly is your mother?"

"She is, that's why I'm her biggest fan and why I wrote to you. I needed to show my mom how much I..."

"Shut up!" I shouted, as I spun around to face him. "Just shut up, Paul!"

"It's true." Malcolm said softly and I wanted to hit myself. I could have tried to say Paul was lying, it would have been a weak play, but something, instead I'd just admitted it. "Holy shit." He whistled.

"Plan B?" I took a couple of steps towards Paul, "This is plan fucking B? You meeting me for a damn shoot?"

"It was plan A, remember, but then you..."

"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed and Paul gasped, his eyes going wide, "You stop talking and you get the fuck out of here, now!"

"Hold on." Malcolm said, "There needs to be a shoot today."

"You listen to me you twisted fuck." I spun around so fast to face him, Malcolm stepped back from me. "My son is leaving, then I'm leaving. There will be no shoot and if you try to sue me, I will tell the court you tried to force me to have a porn shoot with my son. An illegal incestuous shoot. You got that?" I was pointing up in his face and he looked as shocked as Paul.

"I...wasn't suggesting that. But I need a shoot, I can call one of the other girls and they can stand in."

"My son is not starring in one of your filthy movies. He will not be put in the hands of some predatory milf porn star. He will never do what I've done, you understand that Malcolm?"

"I..."

"So help me God, I will claw your fucking eyes out if you don't get the hell out of my way."

"No shoot!" He put his hands up and I heard Paul snicker behind me.

"You think this is funny?" I rounded on him, "You have no idea how not funny this is! You better get the hell out of here now Paul. Go home and wait for me and hope that I calm down before I get there."

Paul looked at Malcolm who was smart enough to offer him no help. He slowly rose from the chair and gave me a wide berth as he began to pass me. He stopped when Malcolm said, "Hold on a minute."

"Leave, Paul. Remember who you have to live with."

"Just wait, two minutes, please."

"There's nothing you can say." I told him, trying to reign my temper in and not keep yelling. There were people in other rooms and in the studio, they didn't need to hear me yelling about my son being here.

"So you," he pointed at Paul, "Really want your mom? Everything in that letter and the talk we had was about Mary?"

"Don't use my real name here." I warned him.

"He's your son, he knows your name." Malcolm said, while still looking at Paul.

"Yes sir." He said softly, "It's all true, that's why I did this, to show her how much and that I'd do anything to...hey!" Paul cried out in surprise when I grabbed his arm and yanked him so hard towards the door, he almost fell, "Stop talking and get the hell out of here!" I told him.

"Twenty five thousand!" Malcolm blurted out.

"Holy shit!" Paul gasped.

"Not only will it never happen, but what part of filming an incest video in this country is illegal don't you understand?" I asked him, my voice trembling with the effort to not explode. My hands were curled into fists and I swore I was ready to punch him.

"It's not to film for a site, its for me, personally."

"Twenty five grand?" Paul repeated, "Mom, that..."

He stopped as soon as I looked his way.

"It would be just for me." Malcolm continued, "Just you and Paul in a room and me filming with a simple camcorder."

I stood up on my toes, inches from his face and said, "You can't buy this, you sick bastard."

"I have before." He countered. "I drew up a legal document that should the film ever make its way public I would have to pay out a million dollars. And!" He gave me a nervous smile, "As you pointed out its illegal, I would lose my business, everything. I'm willing to put that in writing."

"Then if you have done it, why do you need to do it again?" Paul asked.

"Why does a drunk need another drink?" Malcolm shrugged, "Its my passion."

"My son and I are not having sex. Not at home and certainly not in front of you so you can jack off to us for years to come."

"Thirty Five." He looked nervous, an odd look on him, and he was red and seemed as excited as he had at the Real Mom shoot. "Come on, Mary, you know you want him! I saw it with Brian! You can mock me, but can't deny I know about these things, I saw real desire there."

"People win Oscars for that kind of acting. I got a couple grand and a mouthful of cum." I said nastily. "What you saw was me playing a part and playing it well enough to ensure I'd make more money next time."

"It was a mistake as this proves. Now, let's go Paul." I pushed him towards the door, "You're going home and I'm going anywhere but home until I don't want to kill you."

"Forty?"

"Fifty three thousand eight hundred." Paul spoke up.

"Huh?" Malcolm looked at him. "That's a random number."

"It's what's what we owe on my tuition. I get that I'm covered until I graduate." He smiled at me, "We could keep the house and," He was stopped by my placing my finger to his lips.

Keeping it there, I pulled open the dressing room door, switched my hand from his face to his hair and yanked it hard enough to make him cry out as he staggered out of the room. "Go home!" I snapped as I slammed the door behind him and turned to Malcolm.

"You put all this shit in his head."

"No, he came to me! He wrote a letter I loved and I met him and yeah I said a few things about what I believe, but he was already gung ho."

That was true and I knew it, Paul wanted me before he met this idiot.

"Mary, think about it, that's a lot of money and it will never leave my hands. And you do want him! I get you can't admit it, but he saw what I saw in that movie! I..."

"You shut the hell up." I snarled at him. "You stay away from me and you stay away from my son. I find out you tried to contact him, I swear I will press charges and tell the cops you were trying to get me to fuck my son for money. That story gets out you're finished, understand?"

Malcolm's shoulders slumped in defeat, "Understood, I won't reach out to you, but mark my words, Mary, you want that boy and he is madly in love with you. It's not lust, he wants to be good to you and you certainly look like you need someone to be good to you."

I reached for the door, but he his hand on it, holding it closed.

"One minute and you can go, promise." He said softly, "Paul told me how alone you've been since your husband passed. You came back to this not just for money, but for sex. You forget I started as an actor as well."

"I'd been disowned by my family and was lost and lonely and the industry gave me sex, attention and despite a lot of assholes some friends and a twisted little family of sorts. That's what you got out of it your first time and part of why you came back. It's what you know and it fills a void, but that young man wants to give you so much more, Mary. He wants to give you his heart, let him."

"Get help, Malcolm." I yanked my hand from his hand from the door. "And stay away from me and my son."

I turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door in his face as he tried to say something. I walked quickly through the studio, keeping my head down. I heard Rick calling my name and asking if I was okay, but I kept moving. I made it out of the studio, got into my car and peeling out of the lot, drove a few blocks before I pulled over into a Walgreen's parking lot and let it go, sitting with my head on the wheel sobbing.

My son had tried to trick me and in doing so admitted it in front of a freak who thought it was just great. If there was any bright side it was that things couldn't get any worse, could they? ***** I sat in the car outside the house and for the tenth time in the last half hour told myself to go inside and get this over with. After I'd had my drama queen cry in the parking lot, I'd gone to Vincent's and had a few drinks. I didn't get drunk like last time, but had enough to relax and dull my senses a bit, hopefully enough I wouldn't explode on Paul when I did get home.

It was crowded and the way I was dressed led to three different guys trying to pick me up. The last one I actually considered. He was about my age, good looking and had a great smile. He was interested, but laid back, not pushing, taking the approach of letting it be my move. As we had our third drink together I thought about it.

Maybe it's what I needed. Go back to his place, have some fun, maybe spend the afternoon and possibly the night there. I'd call Paul and tell him I'd talk to him tomorrow then lay back and let someone take care of me for once. I'd be both Mary and Molly, let him take the reins the first time, then go wildcat on him.

In the end I decided I couldn't do it. Not now, with everything going on, but I did give him my number and asked him to call in a couple days when I wasn't so busy. Maybe Dan was right, this is what I needed and if I had a lover it would show Paul he was seeing shadows.

My fucking porn stars didn't deter him, hell, he was turned on. But there was no emotion there. If I showed interest in a man that would be different.

Then I was hit with the inevitable; what if this guy, or any guy found one of my movies, then what? Molly was the gift that would just keep on giving at this point. I'd driven home and been sitting in the driveway trying to envision a scenario where this didn't get ugly.

As much as I'd drank I was still angry at Paul, angrier than I'd ever been at him, or anyone else for that matter, in years. I told myself Paul didn't realize what he'd done, that he was confused and in a sense maybe still dealing with the loss of his father, somehow thinking he could take his place and make both of us okay.

But my overwhelming reaction was still to be pissed off. He'd been 'talking ' to me through my website, wrote a letter to Malcolm then sat and talked with that whack job for hours about me. I quickly got out of the car as the more I sat there, the angrier I became again.

I walked up the porch stairs fuming as much as I had been at the studio. Part of me had hoped he would be hiding in his room and I could go in mine and do this tomorrow, but now I wanted him to be waiting for me because I'd had it with this whole mess. So much for wanting to take time to get my act together, I was now as mad as when I'd first seen him in the dressing room.

I entered the house and to my ill-tempered satisfaction saw he was sitting on the couch waiting for me.

"Um, hey , mom." He said quietly.

"Mom? What happened to hey, Molly!" I tossed my purse on the end table too hard and it slid off and fell on the floor, the contents spilling onto it.

Paul started to get up to pick it up, but I stopped him.

"Leave it and answer me, what happened to hey, Molly?"

"That was an act, you know, so Malcolm wouldn't know who I was."

"You didn't mind telling him who you were though did you?"

"Well, when you wouldn't play along, I just figured,"

"Figured what?" I snapped walking over to stand in front of him. "That I would show up, see it was you and say what the hell, the show must go on? Did you think you were going to fuck me?"

"No, I...I just wanted you to see how much I wanted you, that I'll do anything."

I stepped up between his legs, looking down at him where he sat up on the edge of the couch. I was breathing hard and so mad I was shaking. Paul, seemingly oblivious to my impending explosion, continued to speak.

"We should talk, mom."

"Molly." I said. "Call me Molly."

"Uh, why?"

"Because I'm your goddamn mother and you'll listen to what I say. Now call me Molly."

"Okay." He looked at me dubiously, "Molly, we need to talk."

"Yeah, we do."

"That offer from Malcolm we should take it."

"Really?" I gave him a smile, that he should have noticed wasn't a pleasant one, "Why?"

"Because I bet we could get him to give us enough to pay off school. Then you could stop filming porn."

"I already quit, weren't you paying attention?" He wasn't now, that as for sure because if he was he'd know enough to shut up.

"Well you wouldn't have to worry about money! We can afford the house with your job and me chipping in until I graduate then I'll be making good money!"

"But we'd have to fuck and do it in front of Malcolm now wouldn't we?"

"Yes, but we'll do it before that."

"Oh, will we?" I asked softly, what the hell was wrong with him?

"I wouldn't want that to be our first time. So we'll do it after we've been together a few times! Then we make that movie and we're all set!"

"All set."

"Yes, no money worries, but more important, the two of us will be...."

"There is no fucking us!" I screamed at him, causing him to lean back on the couch. "Get that through your goddamn head!"

"But mom..."

"Molly! I am fucking Molly to you right now and I'll tell you why when I'm done reaming your ass! How could you be so fucking stupid?"

"Jeez, I was just trying to..."

"You sat there talking to that pig about me! You told him how bad you wanted your mother and you knew you were getting him to set you up with me!"

"Yes." He admitted.

"Then right there in front of him you tell him who I am! You told that freak you were my son! He knows, he fucking knows!"

"He won't say..."

"I have never been more humiliated in my life!" I was out of control now, screaming at the top of my lungs and waving my arms wildly. Paul looked taken aback, but at the same time was still speaking as if nothing were wrong.

"Really?" He asked, "I would have figured that video from a long time ago where you sat there and let all those guys jerk off on you would have been more humiliating that that." He grinned at me, "Or did you kind of like that...Ow!"

Paul cried out when I slapped him in the face, not once but twice, hitting him with both hands in rapid succession.

"Don't you fucking dare talk about things like that to me! You think I wanted to do those things? I was new and staying at a fucking homeless shelter! I needed that money to survive and those things paid more! I did what I had to! You've never had to do that!"

"Mom, please, I..." I silenced him with another slap that sent him reeling against the back of the couch.

"Then I went back to this bullshit so you could keep the life I would have given anything for! College, a beautiful home to live in! I became a fucking whore for you!" I stopped yelling and stood there, my chest heaving,

"No." I lowered my voice, "That's wrong, I was always a whore, I just took time off from it when I had someone to love me. Then he left and the whore came back."

I leaned over and was so far gone it didn't bother me he put his hands up, afraid I was going to hit him again.

"And that's why I want you to call me Molly. Because you don't love me, Paul. Not like that anyway. You're in love with Molly. You don't want your mother, you want Molly the slut, the fucking cum dumpster who gets paid to take loads in her face and cocks in whatever hole the director tells me to."

"Mom. Please don't talk like that." His voice was trembling, "You're not like that."

"Of course I am!" My voice rose again, "There's over a hundred movies to prove it and you've probably seen them all!"

Paul tried to get up, but I pushed him back and put my knee up on the couch between his legs, to keep him where he was.

"That's the point, Paul. You've been watching Molly the porn star for over two years! That's who you want! You don't want your mother!"

"I do." He spoke up, "It's not Molly when I'm rubbing your shoulders and feet and watching movies with you and keeping you company, I love you, mom." He shrugged, "But you are Molly, you're not two people and yes, I want Molly too."