“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.

Paul turned his lap top to face it and I found myself staring at a picture of my face with a long thick cock in my mouth. My blue eyes were wide and there was cum all over my face and dripping down my chin.

There was a caption on the photo “The Return of Molly Minx!" It was from my first shoot six months ago, “Mom always makes it better" “Paul I," I stopped when the picture shifted.

For the next minute I stood there, knees trembling and stomach twisting as I watched a slide show of pictures from various shoots. Me riding someone, cupping my tits and teasing my nipples, getting fucked doggy style, another of me bent over a desk getting fucked from behind while I sucked the guy in front of me.

“I'm sorry you found that, Paul." I spoke slowly, not having any idea of what else I could say.

“oh, I didn't find them." Paul slammed his hand on the table causing me to jump, “Jack from the track team found them, you know, my best friend?" “I'm so sorry, baby." I stepped towards him, “Please let me explain.”

“Do you know how fucking bad this is?" he shouted, startling me, Paul not only never raised his voice around me, but rarely swore.

"I know."

“No, you don't!" He yelled again.

“That prick sent these to every fucking guy and girl he knows and you know they're sending then to everyone they know, hell Jack posted a link to one of your videos on his fucking facebook page

“Oh, no." I sank into one of the kitchen chairs, my legs to weak to hold me up. My head and heart were pounding and my stomach in knots, this was my worst nightmare come true.

“Yeah, oh, no." Paul threw his hands up in the air, "You know what school is going to be like for me? Every class, every time I walk down the hall, I'm going to hear shit about my porn star mother!"

"I'm sorry, honey."

“Don't honey me!" He slammed the table again, his face red with anger and his beautiful hazel eyes, his father's eyes, hard, as he continued yelling.

“You know the worst thing about this? I looked Molly up, you do mother son movies! You not only fuck anyone they pay you to, but you pretend to be their mother what kind of sick shit is that?"

"Paul," The tears were flowing down my cheeks, "Baby, please don't think that means anything."