“oh, I'm not the first girl you've undressed am I?"

“Nope," He winked at me, "I am beautiful remember?"

I didn't reply, instead I watched my son undo my blouse. It opened as he worked his way lower and again I heard that phantom director in my head, “That's it Paul, take your time undressing your mother."

My breathing picked up and I felt even hotter than before. I let Paul help me sit up so he could slide the blouse off my shoulders and as his hands grazed my now bare arms, a shiver went through me. I envisioned him kissing my shoulder, then my back over the skimpy tank top.

“Paul, take your time, this is for Real Mom, show us how much you love mommy .""

I thought of how good his arms felt around me as he carried me and pictured him sliding them around my waist, easing me back into him. I moved backwards, placing my back against him as I'd pictured, but he didn't put his arms around my waist.

Instead he slid from behind me and let me lay back on the bed.

“Guess you don't want to.“ I said and was shocked not only that I'd said it out loud, but sounded disappointed. I wondered if Mary was passed out and Molly was in charge.

“Want to what?" He was looking at me closely as he hung my shirt from the bed post.

"Kiss me good night." I told him.

"You too old to kiss your mom good night?"

“Course not." He pointed, "Want the sheet over you?"

“No, I'd like my skirt off though." I put my hands to my waist to push it down,

“Well, wait until I leave." He said.

“You've seen me in a bikini." I told him and shoved the skirt down my hips and thighs.

I pulled my legs up and slipping the skirt past my knees kicked it off. I giggled at the thought of trashed or not, Molly Minx could always get her skirt off! I looked up at Paul to see him staring down at me.

I was now lying there in a slinky tank top, French cut panties and the black thigh highs, His eyes wandered up and down my body and I didn't think it was my inebriated state making it seem like he was lingering on my legs, then the panties.

His eyes made their way to my chest, my breasts rising and falling with my quickening breaths. I had a bra under the top so my nipples weren't visible to him, but they were hard, they had no right being hard.

"Tell him to kiss you, Molly!" Dan directed me from somewhere in my mind.

“Good night kiss?" I raised my arms to him.

Paul leaned over to peck me on the cheek, but I got my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I turned my head and caught his Lips with mine. Paul's first reaction was to pull away, but I was holding him tightly.

I kissed him again, this time my lips lingered on his and for a moment he responded! His lips caressed mine and he made a soft sound in his throat. He placed his hand on my arm and his fingers were trembling.

Not sure why I was doing this or what the hell I was thinking, I kissed him harder and had just parted my lips to dart my tongue out, when he pulled away so suddenly he broke my grip.

“N...night mom." He stammered, “I'll get the light on my way out.”

“Honey would you lay down with me?" I patted the bed next to me.