“Blow by blow." He smirked, “Pun intended?"

“Paul you watch your goddamn mouth!" I exploded.

"I am your mother! You do not ask me if I'm getting laid, you do not make sex jokes to me and you don't tell me how hot I am!"

"But..."

“No decent mother wants her damn son telling her she's sexy. Sexy and mom shouldn't even come out of your mouth in the same sentence, you got that?"

"I just wanted to know if you were..."

“My sex life is not on the fucking table here for it of course. Unless the script calls

“Wow, I'm sorry mom." He looked upset, “I didn't mean to make you mad, just trying to have an adult conversation."

I took a deep breath. I shouldn't have blown up, this was the guilt over my job. A job that seemed to infer every damn kid wanted to bang their mother and I was starting to see what obviously wasn't there from my own son.

“I shouldn't have yelled at you and you are an adult, but I'm your mother and there's a line that can't be crossed. I'm not okay with the milf cracks and you asking if I'm getting laid.

“Point taken." He lowered his head, "Sorry." “Me too, it's a touchy subject for me." “Duly note, no joke about the word touchy." He said, then grinned.

I tried to look pissed, but ended up laughing, “I'll let that one slide because it was a good delivery."

“So you made some money with the Lingerie thing?" “Yup, they bought the pics."

“Cool so when and where will the ad run?"

“oh, I'm not sure." Me and my big mouth, “They'll let me know, plus sometimes they pay for things and never use them."

“Happens to you a lot." “Yeah, bad luck." I sighed, “But I get some money anyway." "So why'd you stop?"

“Stop what?" I narrowed my eyes.

“Modeling, you know the first time."

I stared at him unsure what to say. I'd never mentioned doing it before and it's not like what I'd done before John was modeling.

“What are you talking about?" I asked, “I got into modeling a few months ago through a friend of your uncle Dan.”

“Oh." He looked away awkwardly, “Yeah, right."

“No, yeah right. What are you talking about, Paul? That didn't come out of nowhere,"

"I guess he never told you." “He who?" My relaxing night was quickly slipping away.

“Dad.”

“Your father told you I modeled?" What the hell, John I asked silently.