I put his hands on my shirt and raised my arms over my head, “Go ahead, Paul, take my shirt off."

“Mom," "Molly!" I snapped, “You wanted my shirt off last night, now take it off!"

When he didn't move I leaned back on his lap and stripped it off myself, tossing it over my shoulder. I cupped my breasts through my bra and worked my crotch into his, dry fucking him.

“This is your chance, baby! You want Molly, here I am, come and get me!"

I reached around and unhooking my bra slid the straps down my arm. Unlike last night, I slid my arms through them, then held the bra to my chest with one hand while reaching out and tracing Paul's nipple with my fingertip causing him to groan. He still looked nervous, but his eyes were now focused on my chest.

“Yeah, you want to see your hot mommy Molly's tits? You want them don't you?"

I didn't give him time to answer whipping the bra off with a flourish.

“Oh my God." Paul breathed, his eyes widening at the sight of his mother's tits.

“It's not like you haven't seen them before in all the movies, but better in person, no?" I cupped my tits, lifting them and stroked my nipples with my thumbs. I moaned from the contact and my hips were now moving continuously on the raging hard on in my son's jeans.

The expression on Paul's face was changing. His eyes were still wide, but had lost the concern in them and were now glazing over with a look I was paid to be an expert in, lust.

“That's right," I was now in full Molly Minx mode speaking in my best porn star purr, “These are the tits you've been wanting aren't they? The ones you've jerked off to. These are momy's tits, aren't they, baby boy?"

His hands were in his lap as if he didn't know what to do with them and once again taking his wrists, I pulled them up and he didn't resist.

“No director to tell you what to do, so I guess it's up to me." I placed his un-protesting hands on my breasts and the breath hissed from between his lips as I held them there.

“Go ahead, play with them," I moved my hands up and down causing his to fondle me.

I stopped moving, but Paul's hands continued to move, sliding across my tits and causing me to moan as his palms slid across my throbbing nipples. He gave them a gentle squeeze and the look on his face was one of shock, as if he couldn't believe this was finally happening for him.

“Come on, baby, better than that!" I snapped impatiently, “How much porn have you watched? Don't tease them, play with them!"

His fingers found my nipples and I released a low groan as he rolled them between his fingertips. It felt better than when he was just rubbing them, but he was touching tentatively and too softly. Molly wasn't one for patience or slow and gentle for that matter and slapping his hands away, I leaned over and shoved my tits in his face.

“For Christ's sake, stop pretending you don't want this!" I breathed, moving side to side, slapping my tits against his face as he sat there stunned.

I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it into my left breast.

“Suck that tit!" I demanded.

Paul moaned and a moment later I felt his tongue flick across my swollen nub. He traced it in a slow circle and rolling my eyes, I held his head and arched my back, thrusting my nipple into his mouth,

“I said suck it! Suck your mother's tit! Or is it Molly's tit you want? Well, you're right, it's the same thing, and your mother's a fucking pig who blames a stage name for being a whore!"

Still holding his head, I lifted up on my knees removing my ass from his crotch and reaching down grabbed his cock through his jeans.

“You're hard, baby, you like those tits in your face don't you? You like your slutty mom, Molly sitting on your lap?"

“Hmm-mm" Paul moaned around my tit.