“Everyone, I mean it's wrong. A son shouldn't want to, you know." “What? Love his mother?" I smiled, ‘Honey, I loved that letter!"

“You did?" He looked up at me, his eyes briefly finding mine then darting away.

“I do. Brian, that letter was so beautiful! How you said you loved me and how you said it was in every way." I put my hands on his arms, giving his biceps a squeeze, “And how much you desire me."

Brian looked at my hands, returned his gaze to my breasts, then finally up to my face.

“Uh, I..." he looked at me helplessly.

“You're not mad?" Malcolm prompted.

"You're not mad?" He parroted, his voice so soft I noticed the sound guy lowering the boom mic closer over our heads.

“Repeat it, a little louder."

Malcolm didn't sound annoyed, but Brian tensed, his arms tightening under my hands and he licked his lips nervously.

“It's okay," I whispered, “You're minutes away from having a lot of fun, Brian, just speak up a little."

"You're not mad at me?" His beautiful green eyes met mine and he looked and sounded so nervous it was adorable, what a difference from the standard cocky porn star.

“Of course not, baby." I leaned closer to him and noticed he leaned back from me, oh how damn cute! "How could I be mad about my baby boy telling me how much he loves me?"

“Baby Boy. I really like that." He said softly. Baby boy was an adlib as was his response which was perfect. I could see Malcolm nodding in approval out of the corner of my eye.

“and I love you." I purred, taking his face gently in my hands, I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, barely grazing his lips.

"See? Would I kiss you like that if I were mad?"

“I g...guess not." He stammered.

“Guess not?" That wasn't in the script, but whatever, thing was dumb anyway.

“Tell you what, baby, would I do this if I were mad about what you wrote?" I straightened and sliding the straps of the dress down, pulled my arms through them. I shimmied, causing the dress to fall to the floor, pooling at my feet. I spread my arms open, showing myself off to him.

Beneath the simple dress was a lavender bra with lace cups. The bra was small, barely containing my breasts and the lace was transparent exposing my nipples. The matching panties were tight enough to hug the contours of my pussy.

“Oh. My. God."

Brian breathed one word at a time, his eyes looking as if they were going to pop out of his head. But along with the almost comical look of shock on his was face one of absolute lust and I had to admit, I liked seeing that reaction and knowing it was real.

“You like?" I did a slow turn for him, showing off my ass in the tight panties.

“You look...wow." He shook his head and it was an effort not to laugh at him. That was an effort Dan failed to make when I heard him snicker from beyond the set.

“Yeah? You like seeing your mother in her sexy panties?" "Yes." He nodded, his eyes roaming up and down my body.

“Bet you're going to like seeing me out of them even better." I emitted a naughty little giggle and swinging my leg over his, sat down on his thigh. I put my hands on his shoulders and slid back so my crotch was on his bare leg below the shorts, allowing him to feel the heat between my legs.