“You think this is funny?" I rounded on him, “You have no idea how not funny this is! You better get the hell out of here now Paul. Go home and wait for me and hope that I calm down before I get there."

Paul looked at Malcolm who was smart enough to offer him no help. He slowly rose from the chair and gave me a wide berth as he began to pass me. He stopped when Malcolm said, “Hold on a minute."

“Leave, Paul. Remember who you have to live with." “Just wait, two minutes, please."

“There's nothing you can say." I told him, trying to reign my temper in and not keep yelling. There were people in other rooms and in the studio, they didn't need to hear me yelling about my son being here.

"So you," he pointed at Paul, “Really want your mom? Everything in that letter and the talk we had was about Mary?"

“Don't use my real name here." I warned him.

“He's your son, he knows your name." Malcolm said, while still looking at Paul.

"Yes sir." He said softly, “It's all true, that's why I did this, to show her how much and that I'd do anything to...he Paul cried out in surprise when I grabbed his arm and yanked him so hard towards the door, he almost fell, "Stop talking and get the hell out of here!" I told him.

“Twenty five thousand!" Malcolm blurted out.

“Holy shit!" Paul gasped.

“Not only will it never happen, but what part of filming an incest video in this country is illegal don't you understand?" I asked him, my voice trembling with the effort to not explode. My hands were curled into fists and I swore I was ready to punch him,

“It's not to film for a site, its for me, personally."

“Twenty five grand?" Paul repeated, “Mom, that. He stopped as soon as I looked his way.

“It would be just for me." Malcolm continued, “Just you and Paul in a room and me filming with a simple camcorder."

I stood up on my toes, inches from his face and said, “You can't buy this, you sick bastard

"I have before." He countered.

“I drew up a legal document that should the film ever make its way public I would have to pay out a million dollars. And!" He gave me a nervous smile, “As you pointed out its illegal, I would lose my business, everything. I'm willing to put that in writing."

“Then if you have done it, why do you need to do it again?" Paul asked.

“Why does a drunk need another drink?" Malcolm shrugged, "Its my passion."

“My son and I are not having sex. Not at home and certainly not in front of you so you can jack off to us for years to come."

“Thirty Five." He looked nervous, an odd look on him, and he was red and seemed as excited as he had at the Real Mom shoot.

“Come on, Mary, you know you want him! I saw it with Brian! You can mock me, but can't deny I know about these things, I saw real desire there."

“People win Oscars for that kind of acting. I got a couple grand and a mouthful of cum." I said nastily.

“What you saw was me playing a part and playing it well enough to ensure I'd make more money next time.”

“It was a mistake as this proves. Now, let's go Paul." I pushed him towards the door, “You're going home and I'm going anywhere but home until I don't want to kill you."