“What it means to me is this shit!" Picking up his phone, he shoved it in my face and slid his finger across the screen.

I was staring at a text from his friend Richard, "Holy shit, Paul, do you fuck your mother? Can I watch next time you do? Think she'll fuck me?" He moved his finger displaying another text which was a picture of me between two guys jerking them both off, “Hey can me and Rob sleep over?" Paul tossed his phone on the table.

“How could you do this to me?" he demanded, “How could you do this to yourself?" Taking a deep breath, lowered his voice and really twisted the knife.

"How could you do this to dad?"

My answer was to lower my head and sob, but Paul took no pity, and he had no reason to.

"You think of dad looking down on you while you suck cock? While you let these guys shove it in your goddamn ass?" He paused then grunted, ‘I should say again."

I looked up at that remark and saw he was now pacing back and forth while speaking in a low angry tone, snarling the words.

“The return of Molly Minx. I looked you up, mom, you know they made a wiki page for you? You were the hottest little slut in porn back in the day, nothing you wouldn't shoot, they had a great link to a five guy gangbang you did."

“Then it says you left porn because you met someone. Dad got you out of that shit." He laughed harshly, "He said you were a model when he met you, guess you went back to that fucking lie, didn't you? Just like you went back to fucking for money, you're a whore mom, nothing but a fucking whore and a real sick one."

“I'm not sick, I.

“You say things like ‘like mommy sucking your cock, you want to fuck mommy?" He grimaced in disgust.

"You have a son and you do that? You know how sick you are?"

“Please, Paul, I'll quit, I'll do anything you want me to."

“oh, I bet you will!" He waved his arms as he yelled, “This sounds Like one of your movies, what next mom, you going to offer to blow me to make it better? Going to take me in my room and fuck me?

“No! I never think of you like that! That's acting, it's a fetish, its... more money." I ended softly.

“No way you can do that shit and not think of me! For Christ's sake they say you're the best at those movies because of how sweet and loving you act, you really want me don't you?"

“Of course not!" I shouted back, “I love you."

“Bet you would if I let you." He said quietly.

He had stopped in front of me and reaching out I tried to take his hand. He pulled it away angrily.

“Don't touch me." He said it softly and that made it hurt even worse.

“Why mom?" My heart ached when I saw he was now crying as well, "Wwhy would you do this to us, all of us?"

"I did it for you, Paul." I spoke tightly, fighting against my emotions.

“The money your dad left behind wasn't a lot, I spread it out to help with the mortgage every month, but I don't make a lot of money, I never did. If I didn't do something we'd have to sell the house and we wouldn't get a lot and baby, you'd have to quit school."

“Bullshit! Paul yelled again, “You didn't do this for me! I told you I don't care where we live and I offered to take a couple years off school and work full time to help out. You did this for you!"

“Nol