He was damn good looking, tall, well built, not muscle bound, but lean and hard. His black hair and green eyes along with his high cheek bones and pretty boy features made him a favorite not only with the viewers, but a lot of women enjoyed him.

Like most of the male talent he was well hung to go with his looks, but the best part about him was how easy he was. He wasn't a cocky jerk Like a lot of the others and always was quick with a joke and smile.

Rick was still young and new enough to like his work, He had a soft touch and no matter what the script called for he would improvise and try to make his partner feel good.

No easy task as most women in the industry were going through the motions and acted their way through while thinking about nothing more than getting the shoot over and collecting their check. I'd thought I'd have gone back to being that way as I had years ago when I was Rick's age and already jaded from over a hundred shoots.

But to my dismay I got into the scenes, not from desire, but it was easier if I could tell myself I was getting something from it other than pay. But the last four months had been nothing but mother or step mother scenarios and I felt like even more of a whore than usual, not just being filmed fucking, but pretending they were my son when I had one at home.

Yet I still became aroused on the set and Dan and others noted it and it's what had made “Molly Minx" the hottest name in incest porn the last few months. I hated it, but the scenes paid more money because of the content.

“You'd show those to your father?" I asked Rick, getting back in character.

“only if you make me." He waved the photos, “You give me what you gave these guys, I'll just forget all about them."

I wanted to roll my eyes at the absurd premise, but Nasty Mom was more pornographic than erotic and after the basic premise was set, there wasn't much in the way of conflict.

“You'd really make me suck your cock?" I pushed my lips into a pout, “You'd want to be bad to your mother?"

Rick started to smile at my adlib, but quickly got the snotty smirk back on his face, “If you were a good mother I wouldn't want to be, but seeing my mother's a pig, you can be one for me." He held up the photos, “I wonder if I should e-mail these or show him in person."

“Fine, if it'll shut you up, you little shit." I shoved him, not hard, but Rick was expecting it and took a couple steps back to fall onto the cheap couch that had seen more sex than most prostitutes over its years on the set.

I climbed onto him, my knees on his thighs and grabbing his face, kissed him hard. Rick returned the kiss and after a moment of normal kissing we both opened our mouths wider than necessary to show off our tongues waging war.

“Yeah, you want mommy to fuck you, you little bastard?" I hissed in mock anger while unbuttoning his shirt.

“Why not, you fuck every other young guy, may as well fuck your son. Not like you could get any sluttier."

Not his fault, but that remark stung. I was a slut; a pig fucking for money while her twenty year old son thought she was working her part time ‘modeling’ job. As always I used the pain and shame to fuel me to get through the scene and leaning back ripped my dress down, causing my tits to pop out.

I shoved them in Rick's face and released an exaggerated moan when he sucked my right nipple into his mouth, “You like that tit? You like mommy's tits in your face?"

“Not as much as I'll Like my cock in your face." Rick spoke around my tit.

“Goddamn Molly, you still got the sweetest tits in porn" Brad called out “That's the great thing about smaller tits, no gravity and no boob job

A few of the guys in the crew laughed and refusing to let him bother me, I sat back on Rick's lap and cupping my tits, stroked my nipples, showing them off for Brad as much as Rick. Let the prick look all he wanted, I was proud to say I was one of the few girls who even when I was younger never slept with his disgusting ass.

Rick's hands replaced mine, squeezing my firm tits and then rolling my nipples between his fingers.

"Show me her ass, Rick!" Dan called and snapping his fingers pointed to Joe, one of the camera men to get behind me while Rick pulled my dress up, exposing my ass and the black thong that barely covered my pussy.

“Ass is just as fine." Brad spoke up, "The years have been good to you, Molly, you're as hot a milf as you were a little slut." He laughed, “Full circle, huh?"

“What an asshole." Rick murmured into my chest.

“All the girls hate him."