"Mom?"

“What is it Paul?"

“Are we going to, you know, stay like this? I mean you're not going to have a big time regret tomorrow morning are you?"

“Honey, I've done some pretty damn regrettable things in my time and most of them are all over the net for the world to see. This is not one of them."

“You sure? You get into drama queen mode pretty easy these days."

“Ouch! I grimaced, “But you're right, I've been a mess the last few months. But right now? This feels pretty damn good, baby."

“If I start to regret this you'll just have to keep showing me how right this is until I don't regret it anymore? How's that sound?"

‘Ll take it for the team." He sighed.

“Team mom?" I giggled, “Sounds like a Malcolm Stone special."

"Nope," He kiss my neck and hugged me tighter, “Team us, you know the us you said wasn't there?"

“I was wrong baby." I said softly, “This is wrong, it's wrong in a lot of ways, but its right for us and that's all that counts, right?"

“Now you got it." He said, “It's not about this house or school or what you do for work, it's all about this." He kissed my neck for emphasis.

“It's all about love."

“Your father was right, you're an old soul, honey. But he was wrong about one thing."

“What's that?"

“It's about love, but it's about lust too and I'm not going to hold back on that. Mary and Molly are the same person, I kept them separate and he did too, But not this time. I'll be your sweet love and you're little slut, that okay?"

“I suppose." He sighed, “There's worse things than being a boy toy.” “Oh, jeez." I laughed loudly and it felt so damn good.

“Get over yourself." “Hey, I'm hooking up with a damned porn star! I must be something." “You're not something, baby, you're my everything." I was smiling so hard my cheeks were hurting.

“So... He paused then nuzzling into my neck, asked, “How about that I- phone six?"

‘eek I opened my eyes and as I had done every morning for the last week, smiled at the sensation of being curled up to my son. Paul was on his back and I was on my side, my arm across his waist and my leg draped over his thigh.

I looked up at him from where my head was resting on his shoulder and my smile broadened at how peaceful he looked, how content and happy. I'm sure satisfied went along with that, because I knew I was feeling all of the same things.

In the last week we had been like any other new couple, going at it like rabbits, morning afternoon and night. Bad as it would sound to most people-and I had recently been one of them-I couldn't get enough of my son!

And I had made good on my promise of no longer treating Molly like a dirty secret or associate her with only being a porn persona. Some nights we made love. Slow, sweet, sensual, just taking our time, enjoying our bodies and showing our love for each other. Other times? It was as if I were on the set, fucking my son like ...a damn porn star.

I would suck him off, let him cum in my mouth, all over my face, anywhere he wanted. I'd take him around the world, fucking in every position and doing it hard and fast, years of pent up lust that wanted to be shared with a real person, not a porn actor, was finally finding its release.

Just thinking about the torrid sex we'd had in the week since our first night together caused my nipples to harden against his side. My pussy, still moist from our last go round only a few hours ago, was already heating up. Awake five minutes and ready to go, yup, Molly was living it up these days.