“Loud and clear."

“Okay, letters on the bed, leave and come back in, Bill hit the wall when we need to cue the voice over."

I left the room, closing the door behind me and tapped it, giving Bill a second to focus the camera. I heard a knock signaling he was all set and walked into the room,

“What a day." I sighed, walking over to the bureau and dropping my purse onto it.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and slipping my shoes off, rubbed each of my feet briefly. I stretched; giving Bill a chance to play the camera from my toes up to my chest, then to my face. I swung my legs on the bed and slid down on it, while resting my head on the pillow.

That caused the dress to ride up my legs almost to my hips, allowing Bill the chance to pan the camera along the length of my legs and get a good shot at the panties between my thighs. I'd refused to wear a thong, saying if they wanted natural not every woman my age ran around in thongs all day. I was supposed to be ‘real mom’ not porno mom. Or, for a more personal comparison, Mary not Molly.

“Huh, what's this?" I asked aloud, turning my head to see a red envelope with the word mom written on it. Doing my best to look curious, I opened the envelope and sitting up against the pillows unfolded a yellow piece of notebook paper.

As I pretended to read it, Bill tapped the wall and immediately my voice filled the room. I'd done the sound earlier, needing three tries to get through it and sound sincere when I really wanted to roll my eyes and rip it up.

“Dear Mom, I'm sorry to have to tell you this in a letter, but as much as I want to, I can't bring myself to say this in person. Mom, I love you and not just in the way a son will always love his mother, but in the way a young man loves a woman."

It went on for a couple minutes. Malcolm had written it himself and listening to it coming through in my voice I could hear his own yearning in the words. People knew he had the kink, it was no secret in the industry, but they thought it was just in the sense many people liked Kay parker's taboo, hot fantasy, but no way a reality.

The letter showed how deep his desire was and I felt sorry for him. Longing for a woman he could never have and in his case passing away when he was still young. It made me think of the young man I was minutes away from seducing, if he felt the same way it was sad.

A boy who should be happy chasing girls his age in the best years of his life, left wanting the one woman off limits to him and knowing that approaching her would end badly with hurt feelings and irreparable harm to their relationship. Not just being spurned, but perhaps disowned by the woman that in their eyes was truly everything.

I focused more closely on the words and my reactions to them. I started with a look of concern, eyes narrowed, a slight frown on my face. Then a soft smile as the words went on about how much he loved ‘me’.

As the letter descended into the topic of desire and how badly he wanted me, I parted my lips and ran my purple tipped finger across them, a look of arousal on my face. Holding the letter with one hand, I let the other wander down the top of my chest, then my breast, lingering over my nipple as I breathed heavily to make my chest heave in a show of desire.

My hand strayed down my stomach and then my thigh, before running up out of sight beneath my dress. When the letter ended with him again proclaiming both his love and desire for me, I sat up and in a cheesy gesture Malcolm wanted, I pressed the letter to my heart and produced a smile that at first was simply happy, then turning in a sultry seductive one.

I reached up and unpinning my blonde hair, shook my head, allowing it to flow down my shoulders and back. Putting the note on the bed, I rose and giving the camera a last seductive look, turned and left the room.

I crossed the short distance to the next set and stopped when a member of the crew raised his hand while listening to someone speaking into the mic in his ear, He put up three fingers and I took a deep breath as he lowered them one by one.

When he signaled me with his now closed fist. I knocked softly on the door, "Brian, it's me, honey, you awake?"

“Come in mom." A voice spoke from the other side and even in those three words I could hear the nerves. I was sure Malcolm loved that, but I began to worry this wasn't going to be easy.

I entered the set, my eyes darting to the side just long enough to see Malcolm and Dan sitting in front of the set along with a lighting tech and a young woman wearing a black micro dress and absurdly red lipstick; the fluffer if we needed one.

My eyes shifted to Brian, my ‘son' for the duration of the shoot. He was sitting at a desk and must have been told to swivel as I opened the door, as he had just spun around in it to face me when I came in.

Brian was dressed in a plain t-shirt and a pair of shorts, the average boy next door doing his homework look. While I approached him, I noted he was an attractive young man, short, thick black hair, deep green eyes and soft, borderline pretty features.

Neck down wasn't bad either. Brian's t-shirt fit him snug around the chest and upper arms revealing an impressive build. My eyes automatically dropped between his legs and either it was the way his shorts were bunched up from sliding in the chair, making it look that way or he had a pretty good sized bulge down there.

Trying to get myself in the mood, I figured there were worse things than making over two grand to have sex with a good looking guy less than half my age.

“Hey, mom." Malcolm prodded.