“Stop talking Like that," He begged, "Please just let me be with you." “Be with me? How fucking Hallmark!" I laughed harshly.

“Save that for a nice girl, not your porn star mother. Now suck my fucking tit, you've pined for me so long, just shut up and enjoy the ride."

I worked my hips in tight circles, grinding on my son's hard cock and moving side to side feeding him each nipple in turn. I ignored his whimpering protests and continued to ride him, moving faster, sometimes up and down then side to side, working his cock around inside me.

I was moaning softly and as I always did on the sets let Molly fully take over and enjoy herself. For someone who seemed reluctant, Paul's tongue and lips were working just fine on my nipples and his hands were on my hips, moving with them, guiding his mother along his cock as she rode him.

My clit was aching and as good as fucking him felt, I needed to come. I stood up on the couch as I had before and this time putting my knees on either side of his head on the back of the couch, buried his face between my thighs. Paul released a muffled cry between my legs, but when I worked my hips, smearing my hot flesh into his face, his tongue began to move.

“Eat that pussy." I hissed, my forearm braced against the wall, my head resting on it as my other hand played with my nipple.

"Suck your mother's cunt until she comes for you! Show me how bad you want mommy's pussy!"

Paul's hands cupped my ass, helping me balance and reaching back, I grabbed his right one and pushed it between my thighs from behind.

"Shove your fingers in my pussy, come on baby boy! Show you're mother all the fun things you learned from watching porn."

I groaned when he followed my instructions and pushed two fingers into my overheated pussy. His tongue was on my clit and I moved my hips, pushing my clit into his mouth while working his fingers deeper.

I leaned my cheek against the cool wall the couch was against and felt the cum on my face squish into it. It couldn't get much more wrong than this. Naked, straddling my son's face with the taste of his cum in my mouth.

This would make a hell of a scene, Molly goes for a ride! I giggled and even in my current rage fueled state I realized how sick it sounded. The giggle turned into a low moan and my hips jerked as Paul sucked my clit harder than he had been.

His fingers were moving faster, thrusting harder. I rose up and down on my knees sliding my pussy up and down his tongue. Paul put his arm around my waist and held me still as his lips once again fastened to my clit moved faster than before.

He was not moving his tongue slowly or teasing and enjoying he was licking hard and fast, trying to get me off, get this over with. Just like the fucking assholes I had sex with on the set.

ALL about them, then when they had to actually pay attention to the woman it was a rushed effort. That was alright, I'd let him get me off quick, this time. But I'd get as much as I wanted. After all didn't all the experts say a son always wanted to please their mom?

“Yes! I moaned, “Right there, suck that clit, make mommy come in her son's pretty face!

My breath caught and my body tensed. Paul continued to finger and suck and my moans turned into the telltale sexy little hiccups that told the audience that Molly was ready to go off and as always not faking it.

I gave my nipple a hard twist and throwing my head back howled as my orgasm exploded through me. I clamped my legs tighter around Paul's head and bucked my hips wildly.

His tongue was still moving on his clit and my pussy convulsed around his plunging fingers. I cried out repeatedly as my son became the first man that I hadn't been paid to fuck to make me come since his father became ill.

I shuddered as the last of the orgasm flowed through me and after a moment of leaning against the wall, to catch my breath, I slid my legs from Paul's shoulders and eased off the couch.

Paul was breathing hard, his face beet red from being smothered by his mother's thighs and pussy. His face was glistening and he looked more surprised than turned on. I stood looking down at him and noticed his cock had softened, but was still semi hard.

“Hmm, you made me come hard." I told him, "Good job, baby boy. Now it's time for you to really fuck me."

“I'm done." Paul declared.

"You're done when I say you are." I lowered my head into his lap and sucked him into my mouth, Paul squirmed on the couch, but as before he didn't really fight me. His cock grew rapidly and within moments he was once again fully hard for me.

“Hmm, you bad boy!" I smiled at him as I pumped him, "You taste like Mommy's pussy. Oh, that's right, that's because you fucked me."