“You want this to look like a real kid in his room with mom coming in to go for a ride, got it." I nodded.

“crudely put, but yes." He smiled down at me, “Ready to make the real Mom debut one of the most watched videos of the month?"

“Ready to show you why you made the right choice and why I'm worth every penny." I slid my feet into the black pumps I would only be wearing for a few minutes and slinging my purse over my shoulder stood up.

“I'm ready to go.

“Okay, we're going to film the opening in set two."

“I remember." I smiled at him, "You look nervous Malcolm."

“This isn't Nasty Mom, I want my vision Molly." He grunted, “I want to see my own fantasy come to life and live it through this lucky bastard."

“No pressure." I said dryly.

“Let's go Malcolm." Someone called.

“Make it real, Molly." He said, then turned and headed across the studio to get to the set.

“You okay with this?" Dan asked.

“Little late now." I told him.

"I have to admit every time I look at Paul and picture him on a set like this with some pro, I get cold feet about this."

“Well, Like you said, it's too late to back out, but I'll be right next to Malcolm, signal me if something's going wrong for you."

I nodded and followed him out of the room. Dan veered off to the right to the door leading to the main set and I went into the room on the left. It was set up as a simple bedroom; a bed, bureau, mirror and some bad paintings that probably came from a yard sale.

I nodded to Bill who was leaning against the wall, fiddling with his video camera.

“can you hear me, Molly?" Malcolm's voice came through a mic in the room.

“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.