“Yup, when I graduate, mom and I are selling the house and going somewhere no one knows us so we can live as a couple."

"I see, well..."

“Think about that Malcolm." Paul kept going, "The two of us going out, holding hands. Going dancing and my mother grinding all over me, my hands all over her. People watching thinking she's just a cougar with her cub, but we're mom and son. Hiding in plain sight." He smiled, “Wouldn't you want to help with that?"

“I admit that is a sexy scenario. The two of you carrying on and people never knowing who you are to each other." He smirked, "But you knew I'd think that was sexy so you lose a point for trying to play me."

"Oh." Paul frowned.

“I want what I want, but I'm not foolish. That is a lot more than what I offered and any large sum will help you out. Let's be..

He stopped and I gasped in surprise when Paul took my face in my hands and kissed me.

It was a hard kiss and his tongue immediately pushed into my mouth. I returned the kiss for a moment, then turned my head, but Paul went right to my neck, kissing me just below my ear.

“Play along," he whispered into my neck, “Trust me."

I let my head fall back and sighed as he ran his tongue and lips along my neck, then moaned when his hands cupped my tits through my dress. Paul's hands slid across my tits, then taking the straps of my dress eased them down my arms.

I was going to tell him to stop, then caught the look on Malcolm's face. His stern business face was gone, replaced by his dark eyes widening and his mouth partly open. Paul grabbed the top of my dress and pulled it down, causing my breasts to spring free.

Paul's lips were on my nipple in an instant and I moaned loudly, partly for show, but also because it felt damn good and even better with Malcolm watching and looking like he was ready to lose his mind.

I went even further. While Paul sucked my tits, I grabbed his jeans and unsnapped them, "Stand up," I whispered.

Paul did as I asked and with no hesitation, I pulled his jeans and underwear down over his hips. His cock sprang free and it was obvious in how hard he was an audience was having no effect on him. Maybe he was right and this was in the blood.

I took his cock in my hand, pumped it several times, making Paul moan for me, then put my mouth just over the tip. I turned my face to stare at Malcolm, my blue eyes wide and Molly's best lusty look on my face.

I fluttered my tongue briefly around the head of my son's cock, then gave it a quick kiss and pulled his jeans back up over it. Leaning back on the couch, I fixed my dress, tucking my breasts away and smiled at Malcolm.

“Still not worth it?"

Malcolm couldn't even pretend to be unaffected. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, and his face was red and I could see the massive bulge in his pants and glancing at Paul, I winked at him.

"I,..okay." Malcolm took a deep breath and collected himself.

“Let's negotiate."

“We're listening," I took Paul's hand and placed it under the hem of my dress, on my thigh where he ran his fingers up and down my soft skin.

"Yeah, you got me." He said, his eyes on Paul's hand.

“But, I'm not going that easy."

He stroked his beard as he sat there thinking, then nodded as if to himself.

“Here's the deal. I was doing this solely for me, but that's a hell of a lot of money to toss away with no return."