“If I come back in twenty more I'll be a hag." I joked.

“Hey, don't rule out an eventual serious spike in gilf porn."

“Gilf?"

“Grandmother I'd love to fuck."

"Oh, of course." I grinned, “But really this is it for me."

“Well, I appreciate you doing this one last one and letting me capitalize." He winked, “And get one more voyeuristic thrill out of the hottest mom in porn."

"Glad I can help."

"You ready to meet your very lucky young partner for the afternoon?" “Sure. I nodded and walked over to him.

Malcolm linked his arm through mine and we strolled across the studio towards another dressing room.

“I think it's something that your last scene will be with an unknown amateur. He's going to be doubly famous."

“Think he'll be up for this?"

“Absolutely! You're going to love this kid, Molly. He's polite, well mannered, nice looking, seems really mature for his age and not only has a thing for his mom, but sounds like you're biggest fan. He's as obsessed with you as he is his mom, this is a big win for this kid." He winked, “And you, youth an enthusiasm Molly, right?"

I widened my baby blues, batted my lashes, pushed my lips out in a pout and whimpered, “Yes, Daddy."

“Wow, that's not bad." He nodded in appreciation, “But the young ones, they.

“The door, Malcolm."

“Right.” He knocked, then opening the door just enough to pop his head in said, "Hey kiddo, I have someone special who wants to meet you.”

Malcolm opened the door further and stood aside as I walked in ahead of him. The room was identical to mine and I saw a young man sitting in a small chair facing away from us. He was to the side of the mirror and I couldn't see his refection, just saw he had a nice set of shoulders in the white t-shirt he was wearing and sandy brown hair. I heard Malcolm close the door behind him.

“What, you're going to play shy?" he laughed.

“Come on, kid, turn around and meet the one and only Molly Minx."

“Yeah, come on, baby." I went into my best Molly purr, “Don't be nervous. Turn around and let me see what I'm going to be getting a whole lot of in a couple of hours."

“Come on, Paul, you've been waiting for this, Molly and your mom are all we've talked about. Paul?

The chair turned around and I was confronted with my son.

“Oh my God." I whispered, unable to control my reaction.

“Hi, Molly." Paul however, seemed able to play his part. Most likely because he'd had plenty of time to plan it. Plan B. Jesus fucking Christ! That's why he sounded like Malcolm, he'd been talking to him.

“It's nice to meet you." He smiled, “Wow, you look even sexier in person.