I could see him behind me in the mirror over the mantle smiling away at me.

“Yes mother." He winked.

I sat there in silence, occasionally cooing in delight as Paul rubbed first my shoulders, then my upper arms, before easing me forward enough to rub my upper back.

“Damn, you ever think about being a masseuse?"

“Nah, I don't want to touch guys. He laughed.

“You get to touch beautiful women." I pointed out.

“Touching one right now." He told me, “One's enough.”

“Smooth talker." I sighed as his hands worked lower, “Wow that feels good, I happily admit, I am glad you didn't just go to bed."

“Not smooth, it's true, you're beautiful, mom."

“Thank you, baby, but all sons think their mom's are pretty." “Some are lying." He said seriously, “You ever see Jack's mom?" “paul!" I tried to sound mad, but laughed, “Okay, point made." “Speaking of, how did the shoot go?"

Fantastic! I gave a ski job, sucked two cocks and spent a half hour getting it in each end before having two loads blown on my face,

“It went well, little racy, but tasteful, there's an envelope on the couch with my purse if you want to look."

“Sure, in a little bit, right now I'm busy." He emphasized his point by slipping his hands under the sides of my sleeveless top and now rubbing my bare skin.

“Oh, that's the spot." I groaned when he massaged just below my shoulder blades.

He worked his hands back up to the tops of my shoulders, his fingers now rubbing the front of them while his thumbs worked the back. Paul's grip was pleasantly firm, using just enough pressure to feel good, but not hurt and looking in the mirror I watched him standing behind me.

I blinked at an unwanted image of earlier. I envisioned Rick, then Derek behind me, their hands on my shoulders just as Paul's were, squeezing and holding me still as they drove their cocks into me from behind. The two of them taking turns and moving from my pussy to my mouth.

Paul's fingers worked lower, but instead of relaxing, I tensed up. This had been happening a lot lately. I'd be with Paul, sometimes just watching TV and would suddenly start thinking about my most recent scene.

“That feel good, mom?" Paul asked, but immediately afterward was Rick's voice, "You like that, mom? You like your son fucking you?"

I abruptly sat forward, pulling away from his touch.

"That's enough." I said with a little more force than I meant to.

“You okay?"

“Fine, don't you want to see the pictures?" I changed the subject.

"Sure," He took my arm, “Let's go check them out."

“You can bring them here." I said, as he gently tugged my am.

“Just follow me." He grinned, "There's a method to my madness."