“No, I wouldn't treat my mother like that." Brian said so seriously I would have laughed if Malcolm didn't look like he was losing his patience.

“Fine, no money shot, it's your show." He rubbed his hand through his hair in exasperation.

“Brian, imagine down the line your friends see this video. They're going to see you, yes you, fucking Molly Minx. They're going to see plain old boring Brian getting his cock sucked by the hottest milf in porn!"

“They're going to see you licking her pussy, see her cum for you! You fucking her, pounding her, giving it to her good and her loving it. You'd be a goddamn hero! Brian, life doesn't get better than this! You're going to get laid with a woman tens of thousands of guys have whacked off to, come on kid, let's do this!"

Brian looked down at his feet and then looking up nervously said, “It's not about the sex." “What?" Malcolm shook his head, “Of course it is! I know it's about other stuff, but you didn't come here to..." He stopped when Dan, sensing the impending explosion, grabbed his arm and shook his head.

“This isn't going to work, Malcolm, kid's way to green. You've been doing this so long you think anyone can do it."

Malcolm met his gaze then, his shoulders slumping, he sighed, “Okay, this isn't working. You can get dressed Brian, I'll see you get home and forget about the money, the price of learning a lesson on my end."

“I'm sorry, I just didn't think it would be so...real." He Looked around, then giving me a sad smile said, “It's not you, Molly, you're beautiful."

“Thank you, sweetie." I beamed at him.

“Um, what about pay? Molly did spend some time here." Dan spoke up.

“We'll work something out." Malcolm said something else, but all I heard was Brian's words as he continued to speak to me.

“You look a lot like my mom; she's all I think about. I just wanted to love her somehow even if it wasn't real."

Between the sincere emotion in his voice and the look on his face, my heart melted. I wanted to go up to him and take him in my arms. Hug him; tell him it would be okay, just like I would Paul when he was upset. ALL moms's always made it better for their sons, but in Brian's case he wanted it in a way he could never talk about and his mother could never know.

I'd always thought the mother thing was twisted; a sick plot device to appeal to perverts looking for the ultimate kink. But seeing his frustration and the lost look in his eyes, I realized it was real. Real and painful, the ultimate unrequited love.

“Hold on." I spoke up, "Malcolm, you and Dan go sit down." I pointed off set.

“Let me take care of this."

“Don't worry, I'll pay you something." Malcolm said.

I took a couple more steps back and beckoned for him to follow. When he reached me I spoke quietly, “Go sit down, I'll make this happen

“Look Molly, you and Dan were right. I screwed up and I know it may not seen it, but I feel bad for Brian. Its not just about the shoot, I thought this would be good for him in a way."

“I agree, but you can't get him to perform, I can." I looked back over at Brian who was talking to Dan, but still had that sad puppy dog look on his face.

"This needs a woman's touch; a mothers.”

“Interesting choice of words." He cocked his eyebrows.

“Don't read anything in to them." I warned.

“In fact you want this to happen, you stay quiet."

“Okay, no more questioning your mother status."