“That's the point, Paul. You've been watching Molly the porn star for over two years! That's who you want! You don't want your mother!"

“I do." He spoke up, “It's not Molly when I'm rubbing your shoulders and feet and watching movies with you and keeping you company, I love you, mom." He shrugged, “But you are Molly, you're not two people and yes, I want Molly too."

“Of course you do." I growled through my rage, “All men want Molly. No one wants Mary, the boring housewife and loser drop out who can't do better than be a waitress. You all want the skank, the pig, the little fuck doll you jerk off to."

“No, I..." he was confused and finally looked scared, but it was too late to slow me down.

“You just admitted you did! Tell me, Paul, you lay there and jerk off to me in my sweat pants? You get off to thinking of a candlelit dinner with me or you watch those movies when you do it?"

His quickly lowering his eyes was the only answer I needed.

“Right, so don't give me this love shit, you're in lust with Molly just like every other guy that's ever blown a load on me or to me."

I was being unnecessarily crude, but didn't care, he needed to know I was done with this and why he really had a thing for me. The same reason every man had wanted me, sex.

“Dad was wrong." Paul raised his eyes to mine, “He lied about wanting Molly. That's why you thought they were different people. I won't lie. I do want Molly, I do fantasize about you being that way with me, but I want..."

“You want Molly?" If I'd thought I was mad before, I was mistaken.

His words caused a rush of red hot rage to flow through me and months of grief, guilt, self-loathing and stress exploded through me, sending anything resembling reason out the door.

“Well, yeah, but I

“Then you can fucking have her!"

I leaned over him and holding him against the couch kissed him hard. Paul gasped as my lips sought to devour his and he tried to push me back. I shoved his hands down and hissed, "Go ahead, kiss me! Show Molly how much you want her!"

I kissed him again, my lips roughly pressing into his mouth. Paul whimpered in his throat, but attempted to return the kiss. He was trying to go slow, slide his lips gently across mine, but I was having none of it.

“Forget the sweet shit." I said into his face, "I'm not your mother, I'm Molly and I don't need love, I need this!" I pushed my lips to his and shoved my tongue into them.

Paul parted his lips and groaned as my tongue forced its way into his mouth. I moaned as my mouth attacked his. My nipples were aching and I was already feeling that familiar wave of heat between my legs.

As always when she was doing something she shouldn't Molly was getting worked up. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him even harder, nipping his upper lip with my teeth then plunging my tongue back into his mouth.

I was kissing him the way I kissed on the set, exaggerated and lusty, no real enjoyment in it, but that was fine, after all, wasn't this the woman Paul wanted? I slid my hands down his chest and grabbing his shirt, pulled it out of his pants and up to his chest.

“Take this off." I whispered into his ear, then flicked my tongue across it and moaned loudly, “Show mommy how her little boy's not so little anymore."

“Mom, please, I don't want to do it this way."

“No?” I pushed up on the couch, swinging my legs over his hips and straddling him. I worked my hips, grinding my crotch into his and gave him a nasty smile, “Then why are you hard, baby boy?"

Paul turned red and I laughed nastily, “You're hard because this is what you want!" I leaned over and kissed his neck, then whispered in his ear, “Every man gets hard for Molly Minx, don't they?"

I yanked on his shirt so hard I heard it tear and with a panicked look on his face, Paul lifted his arms up. I ripped the shirt over his head and hurled it away. Placing my hands on his chest I ran them up and down, caressing him with my long red nails.

“Hmm, look at you, baby. My boy's a man now isn‘t he?" I ground harder into his crouch, “A hell of a man it feels Like: