“Put it down." I said aloud.

I opened the case and pulled out the insert which unfolded into several pictures of mom, They were all complete nudes in various positions and I focused on one where she was smiling and cupping her tits.

This was my mother. A voice in my mind said, but at the same time my cock twitched. I thought of men sucking on them, men and women, imagined then wrapped around a cock, with cum all over them. All the things I'd seen other porn stars do.

I took my time looking at the other pictures, especially the one where she was on her knees, her ass and pussy exposed while looking over her shoulder with a naughty smile. My cock was fully hard as I thought of someone fucking her from behind and with a feeling of inevitability I slipped the DVD from the case and slid it into my lap top.

The scene opened up with mom making out with an older and much bustier redhead. I watched, my lips parted, breathing through my mouth as mom pushed the red head down on the bed and eagerly licked her pussy.

The camera zoomed in close, showing mom's wide blue eyes staring up as her pink tongue circled the woman's clit before easing back with a trail of sticky fluid dangling from it. A guy came into view and looking up from between the red head's thighs, Mom sucked his cock as happily as she had been licking pussy.

Again a close up, this time her red lips sliding along his shaft taking him deep, then easing back and flicking her tongue around his head before sucking on him, her head bobbing rapidly. Mom rolled over on her back and as the red head straddled her face, the guy lifted her legs and plowed into pussy.

Mom released a series of muffled squeals then moans when the red head leaned over to rub her clit as the guy pounded her. My heart was pounding and even as I felt my face flushing from the shame of watching this, I unsnapped my jeans, pulled my cock out and proceeded to jerk off to my mother.

I sat there staring numbly at the note John had written years ago. In the middle of telling me his story I'd flat out told Paul to stop lying to me. There was no way I could buy John was obsessed with my movies.

Paul had told he could prove it and as I sat there fuming at what I was convinced was bullshit, he'd gone up to his room and five minutes later came down with not just the note, but the metal lock box from his father's desk.

When John was in his last days in the hospital, he had asked Paul to get the box and destroy everything in it. Paul had disobeyed and it was now here in front of me. I looked up from the note which I had just read for the second time since he'd stopped talking, then that fucking box.

My eyes drifted across the titles and as if it had just happened yesterday, I could recall moments of the shoots for all of them. Especially gang bang teens, My God, James had watched that, five guys fucking me in every position in all three holes at once, as well as my hands and feet and anywhere they could put their cock.

I swallowed hard at the thought Paul had watched it as well. It was bad enough to see any of my shoots, but at least the one on ones weren't as hardcore or degrading.

“Mom, do you want me to stop?" I folded the note and slipped it back into the envelope with my name on it. A note from John from seven years ago and it was about wishing he could fuck me like a porn star.

Part of me wanted to say no. Tell him we'd talk again later, or tomorrow, that I needed time to think on this. My emotions were too close to the surface. Shame that Paul had known for almost three years. Fear that he didn't seem concerned by it and heartache from seeing something written by my deceased husband.

Words that said he had wanted Molly all through the years. I would have given him Molly, all he had to do was ask. But the reasons he had given Paul were typical John, putting his desires aside because he was concerned of what they would do to me. Now here I was back in the lifestyle, I wouldn't give Molly to him, but to any guy they paid me too.

But how the hell could I let Paul walk away right now? The fact he seemed so unconcerned I'd discovered he knew was eating at me. Granted he had known my past, but how could he not be upset I'd gone back to it?

“No, we need to finish this, now." I said already hearing the tremble in my voice.

"You've been watching my movies ever since?"

"Yeah." He nodded and for the first time looked as if he felt bad, “It was like dad said. I'd keep saying I shouldn't, it was wrong, I need to stop. Every time I got off I'd say it was the last time, until the next time."

“Your father know? He must have missed the movie."

"I burned a copy, then put it back." Paul admitted, "Then I went on google and searched you and found a bunch of other videos."

"So for almost three years you've been sitting here acting like you never knew and watching me walk around here like a mom and you've pictured me doing those things." It wasn't a question and Paul's head lowered.

“Yes, but not like a mom, you are my mom, you're an amazing mom." “Sounds like what sowantmymom has been telling me." I said with more heat than intended. Calm down, Mary, I couldn't let this get uglier than it was.

“It's all true, Mom, I lo..."