Grabbing the lap top, I brought it out with me and put it on the dining room table. Paul's was still there from last night and seeing I was home and he wasn't waiting for me, I'd asked why he was down there for awhile after he came home from work.

He simply said it was a better space, open, a nice breeze, close to the fridge and with a wink he'd added, close to me so he could keep an eye on me. Sitting at the table and looking across out into the yard, I agreed it was better than being in a small corner of his bedroom, but odd he was there most of the time these days.

While I waited for mine to boot up, I looked at his. Don't do it, I told myself, ignorance is bliss. Ignoring my own warning, I reached over and slid his lap top over to me. I lifted the top and as always he had left it on, plugged into the wall which always led to me bitching at him I was going to trip over it someday.

The lap top opened to his screen saver of a picture of the three of us at Paul's high school graduation. There I was playing the proud all American mom; hair up, a proper length red dress and smiling away with my arm around my son, my husband on the other side of Paul.

Seeing the two of them side by side was amazing, only extra couple of decades made a difference in their appearance. I looked back at myself, thinking that was Mary Steven's attractive everyday mom and housewife. Now mom by day, waitress by night and professional slut by day.

Looking at the picture brought up emotions I didn't want to deal with at the moment and I brought up chrome. Taking a deep breath I went to his browsing history. What I was looking for was that like any other boy his age, Paul watched porn.

I frowned, just like the couple of other times I'd done this, the history was clear, Paul seemed to delete it every time he was done. That worried me; was he hiding something? I went to google knowing it sometimes kept a history of sorts. I typed in “Molly” and was relieved to see no suggestions came up to indicate he had ever searched that name.

I knew if I typed in Minx after it I would be treated to countless links to my moves, both old and new, links to every short clip I'd done, pictures of me in various stages of nudity and hardcore fucking.

I clicked his bookmarks tab and saw nothing but links to video game and sports sites and a few things he had bookmarked for his studies. Again nothing X-rated. I should have felt good about that, but the fact he seemed to wipe his browser all the time made me nervous.

I suppose if he knew, I would know he did and if his friends had found out, damn straight he, then I would hear about it. Closing his lap top I went back to mine and brought up MollyMinx.com.

"Ugh." I sighed as the home page of the site was me in only a red thong, presenting my bare tits to the camera and smiling away, my blue eyes wide and bright and my blonde hair teased out.

“Welcome to the home of the world's hottest mommy!" The site boldly declared.

There were links on the side, a picture gallery, a section that provided five minute teasers to all of my recent movies and one titled, “Classic Minx!" which was a few clips from my first foray into the adult film industry.

There was a section for my ‘friends' that included pics of other milf porn stars, most of whom I'd never met. There were links to their sites as well as we were all under the same major film network.

I clicked on "Say hello to Molly!" and my eyes widened at the fact there were two hundred messages waiting for replies.

"Jeez." I whispered as I logged into admin so I could reply. I noticed the last log in was a week ago so someone had answered a few, I wondered how many had just come in,

I started at the oldest first and my finger quickly found delete. Offers to fly me out and pay me for sex, cock pictures and worse, stories of how they supposedly fucked their mothers in real life.

Very few were from women and they were basic, “You're so beautiful, love your work." Those I sent a quick thank you for the kind words and support and a “Hugs and wet kisses, Molly" sign off.

Even a couple of the women mentioned wanting to fuck their sons and that freaked me out even more. A kid could get his wires crossed somehow, but a parent should always know better, Scrolling through I noticed several names kept appearing. That was good; one reply would wipe out a few messages.

One name, “Sowantmymom" was by far the most frequent and I clicked on one from a couple weeks ago.

“Molly, my God you are so beautiful and sexy! Your videos are the best and not just because of the hot sex, but that look of love in your eyes. I can tell you're a real mom. You're so much like my mom and I wish she would be Like you!"

How the hell do I answer this? Leave your mom alone! I didn't like them saying it was obvious I had a son. Malcolm was onto that today to, even Dan had brought it up before that me being a mother in real life had trickled into my performance. Bullshit, I would never want Paul like that.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard. Stop thinking Mary, what would Molly say?

“Hello Baby! It makes me feel so warm-and sometimes wet-when a sweet young man like you tells me how much they enjoy my movies. I do love my work and all my on screen sons. I am flattered you think I'm like your own loving mom. I'm sure she is proud to have such a beautiful Loving son. Be sure to catch me on the new site Real Moms coming soon! Thanks for writing, Molly!

"Yuck." I declared then flinched when Paul's lap top made a whistling noise. I'd heard it before when he'd leave it on the table and had no idea what it was and kept forgetting to mention it to him.