Derek moaned as he painted my face, then shoved his dripping cock into my mouth. I sucked him several times before he withdrew.

"Damn, that was fucking hot." Rick said, "You can really fuck, mom."

"So can my boys." I smiled through cum covered lips. "You going to throw those pictures away now?"

"Hmm," Rick made a show of thinking, "What you think Bro?"

"I think we keep them and mom takes care of us at least once a week."

The two of them gave an idiotic high five over me and with a sigh I said, "Just once? Come on, I thought you boys loved me?"

"Close up of her face.!" Dan called out, "Smile Molly!"

I smiled and batted my blue eyes, while moaning and fondling my tits. As Joe kept the camera on my face I scooped some cum from my cheek and sucked my fingers into my mouth.

"Wrap!" Dan yelled, "Stay still Molly, need a few shots for the site.

My feelings of shame returned as I lay there, a smile frozen on my face as Jerry came over with a different camera and snapped several close ups of my cum covered face.

"Nice." He whispered when I pushed my tongue out and waved it at him, cum dripping from it. "Okay, I got what we need."

"And Mom takes two is in the books, boys" Dan clapped. "After some editing magic this is going to be the hottest yet!"

"Here you go, Molly." Rick handed me a damp towel.

I wiped my face off then put the other end of the towel over me, enjoying the cool moisture. I sat up and thanked Sally for handing me my robe.

"You took my work." She pouted, "I was hoping to fluff Derek."

"Trust me, sweetie, its noon, you'll suck plenty of cock in the next three shoots."

"Yay!" She clapped her hands and skipped away, leaving me to roll my eyes.

"Wow, we need more like her." Rick joked as he put his robe on and picked up his clothes. "Glad you got into it, you looked pissed early on."

I shrugged while tying the robe, "Sorry, hard to leave drama at home sometimes."

"I'm too young for drama." He winked, "Young enough to really be your son."

"Watch it, smart ass." I gave him a hard smack in his arm that he laughed off, then giving me a quick peck on the cheek said, "Good shoot, Molly, hope I get to work with you again."

"Yeah you to, you're one of the good ones Rick, don't change."

As he walked away, I wondered what he'd think if he knew he was wrong, my son was a year younger than him.

"Molly Minx!"

I gave a mental sigh and looked up. "Can I help you, Brad?"

"You have already, your vids are hot, Molly! That's why I came to watch today. I swear you're as good now as you were when you were a teen."

"Thanks."

"I know I'm a dick sometimes, old habits die hard." He shrugged, "I get bitched at all the time for being, well for being the way we all used to be, but I mean it, you're racing up the popularity lists."

"Then hopefully my rate is racing up." I gave him a tight smile.

"It is, money is not tight in this industry anymore." He shook his head, "Imagine years ago women called it quits young because who wanted to watch older women? Now? Christ women in their fifties are killing it with milf stuff and this mom shit is off the charts!"

"Sad but true." I told him, "Says something about society."

"Funny hearing you say that."

"What do you mean?"

"Christ Molly, I know you left to have a family, your kids gotta be about Rick's age."

"What's that got to do with anything?" I asked defensively.

"Everything." Brad didn't look like he was being sarcastic, which somehow made the topic worse. "You got a son at home and you're amazing at those slow seduction mommy things for the other sites, can't tell me you don't think of your son."

"Are you saying I want to fuck my son?" I stood up so quickly he backed off.

I looked around and was glad to see that the others had wandered off the set to take a break and no one else had heard that, only Dan and Brad new about Paul, Dan I trusted, but this ass?

"Whoa, hell no." Brad put his hands up, "I just meant, seeing you have a son your maternal instinct comes out in some of those scenes, you actually look like you're motherly."

"Oh, sorry." I sighed, "Guess I'm a little defensive."

"Now see," He gave me his trademark nasty smirk, "That's what makes me wonder."

He walked away looking pleased with himself and turning to go to my dressing room, I thought not for the first time, that it made me wonder too. Why the hell did I hate these scenes so much, but was so good at them?

*****

I entered the house and as always Paul was sitting at the dining room table with his lap top, waiting to say good night to me. No matter how late I worked at Vincent's he always waited up.

"Hey honey," I spoke as I walked over to him and kissed his cheek, "I'm home, you can go to bed now, you need your rest for school tomorrow."

"Not until we talk." He said quietly.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, putting my purse down on the table.

He was quiet for a moment and with a shrug I picked up the large envelope that contained some pictures of me dressed up Dan had Jerry take before a shoot, I brought some home every couple of weeks to show, Paul. Proof of my 'modeling' job.

"Want to see some pictures from my latest shoot?" I slid the pictures out, but stopped when Paul gave me an uncharacteristic nasty smile.

"Nope, already have."

"Oh, my god." I whispered.