“But your baby is a man and my mother's the most desirable, loving, beautiful woman I've ever known."

Before I could react, he kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss, his lips barely grazing mine and his hands trembled on my shoulders as the kiss lingered. I moved my head back, but sliding his hand under my hair, Paul held me still and kissed me harder. I heard a soft whimper and realized it had come from me.

Paul's lips caressed mine and his hand moved, his fingers running through my hair and I gasped when he removed the clip, letting my long hair flow down my back. His hand ran through it and his lips pressed firmer to mine and this time it was a low moan that escaped me as my son kissed me. As a mother, his lips on mine should have upset me, made me push him away, tell him to stop.

Instead, I found I was returning the kiss, my lips working against his and as if of their own volition my hands were on his chest, not pushing as they should be, but rubbing him through his shirt. It was Paul's turn to groan and removing his lips from mine he gently pushed me into the corner of the couch.

That gave me the chance to stop him. I lifted my left leg from the floor and put my foot on the couch so my knee was up between us. Paul gave me a sly smile and putting his hand on the inside of my leg, eased it over against the couch. I didn't resist him and when he slid up between my legs and put his arms around my waist, I once again made no move to stop him.

I told myself to. Somewhere in my mind I heard my voice telling me how wrong this was, that there was something seriously wrong between me and my son and I needed to be the one to stop it. But another voice was drowning that one out, telling me if it felt good, than why not? That voice was smoky and sultry, it oozed sex and sin and was all too familiar, the voice of Molly Minx.

Molly purred happily when Paul lowered his head to kiss me again and my lips parted to meet his, inviting the kiss I should be denying. This time his tongue flicked briefly against my lips as if testing my reaction.

As a mother I failed that test, but as a woman I responded by slipping my own tongue out, Paul moaned as I teasingly traced the outline of his lips with my soft wet tongue, before sliding it into his mouth.

He gasped, when I kissed him hard, my tongue dancing across his and taking his face in my hands, held his lips to mine. I was aware of Paul's hands on my bare thighs as we kissed and could feel his fingers trembling.

They moved upwards, but not under the loose leg of my shorts, but up to my hips. Our kiss continued to gain in intensity as our lips pressed hard together and our tongue explored each other's mouths.

We were both breathing hard and to my dismay, but Molly's delight, my nipples were hard and there was a warm feeling building between my legs. Paul's lips left mine and I released a shamelessly loud moan when they fastened to my neck. I let my head fall back on the couch to give him better access and putting my arms around his shoulders, drew him close to me.

I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his chest and even through our clothing the contact caused my nipples to ache. Paul was alternately licking and sucking gently on my neck and I slid one hand down inside his shirt, rubbing his back. He groaned as I ran my fingers through his hair and held his head while turning mine to let him kiss the other side of neck.

Paul's hands slid under my shirt and my heart pounded as they fondled my stomach before sliding around my waist. My t-shirt was a V-neck and his lips had gone from my neck, to my throat and were now at the top of my chest. I removed my hand from his shirt and again, as if I were moving without my mind's permission, I grabbed the edge and pulled up on it. Displaying no shyness at all, Paul sat up, quickly stripped his shirt off, and then leaned back over me, his lips once again seeking mine. I placed my hands on his chest and rubbed them up and down, feeling his bare flesh and his hard flat stomach, I slid my arms around him, running my nails lightly along his back causing him to release an adorable whimper into our kiss.

His hands, moving more boldly this time, grabbed my shirt and as I had done, tugged on it.

No! Mary, the good mother called out, but at the same time Molly Minx moaned yes! In her best made for porn sultry purr. As she had for months now Molly won out and I raised my arms. Paul's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas and hurriedly, as if he were afraid I'd change my mind, pulled my shirt up and off.

I shook my head, letting my long hair cascade down my bare shoulders and back. Paul's eyes were glued to my chest, taking in my heaving breasts in the plain black bra I was wearing. There was a look of lust there as real as Brian's had been, but this time it was my son staring at me and the sensation between my legs had not only become warmer, but moist as well.

My hard nipples were poking through the bra and the wetness between my thighs should have been alarming, but was arousing and this time it was me who leaned into Paul and initiated the kiss.

His arms went around me and I moaned as his hands ran along my bare back. My hands had started at his shoulders, slid down his chest and stomach and he gasped when I grabbed his jeans and unsnapped them.

As I expertly pulled his zipper down with one hand while teasing the fingers of the other along the waist band of his underwear, Paul's fingers found the clasp of my bra and began to unhook it. My fingers worked their way into his underwear and breaking our kiss, he moaned as I trailed my fingernails through the edge of his pubic hair.

The last hook undone, my bra loosened around my breasts and as I lowered my head and kissed the top of his chest, Paul slid the straps down my arms. I pushed my fingers further into his underwear and he whimpered when they brushed his trapped cock. He was easing the straps of the bra past my elbows and I felt it begin to fall away. My fingers slid along his shaft, preparing to wrap around it.

In my mind, Mary's protests were all but whispers now and Molly was moaning like the whore she was. Over both a louder voice sounded. The deep powerful voice of Malcolm.

“There you go Mary! I told you you'd make a hell of a mother! All mother's want their sons! Now go ahead push him back, suck his cock like only Molly can and make him yours!"

My fingers froze where they were and I bent my arms so Paul couldn't simply slide the bra off. My lips slowed on his neck. Dan's voice replaced Malcolm's “What the hell was that,Mary?" Then warning me not to do any more Real mom shoots.

I lifted my head from Paul's neck and saw him looking at me expectantly. He pulled on my bra straps, but this time I curled my arms up and crossed them over my chest.

“Come on, mom, don't play shy now." He grinned at me, "Not like I haven't seen them, just not in person yet."