«Lights, Camera, Mom» by Laura Lovecraft

A unique full length incest novel from The Mistress of the Taboo, Laura Lovecraft!




Before Mary became a wife and mother, she was Molly Minx, one of porn's hottest starlets. Now 20 years later her husband is gone and desperate to keep her son in college, Mary returns to porn. Now a milf, she's starring in mother son videos. Mary's worry is her son Paul finding her movies, that is until he does and another problem arises. Paul not only knows who she is, but is her biggest fan!

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

I went to my site and saw Dan wasn’t kidding, there were well over a hundred contact messages. I scrolled through them and noticed my devoted follower ‘sowantmymom’ was on there several times.

Figuring I may as well take care of my dedicated followers I clicked on his latest message.

“Molly! Just joined Real Moms and saw your new movie! Left a comment there, but wanted to come here and tell you that wasn’t only hot, but brought tears to my eyes! Soon my mom is going to look at me just like that! I can feel it! Thank you for keeping me inspired and showing me how loving a mom can be!”

“Great.” I grunted, this would help with my mood, but I told Dan I would.

I typed back a quick reply that I was happy to help a loving son like him keep his desires going and signing off ‘Hugs and hot kisses, Molly’ I sent it. I went to the next message and jerked my head up at the sound of a ring.

Paul’s damn notifications again, at least I knew what they were now. I went back to the comments and decided to come up with a standard reply and copy and paste my way through them. I went quickly through a couple dozen, then saw sowantmymom again.

I typed something different for them that way in case there was another one from them farther down the list it wouldn’t look like I was cheating, using the same reply. I thanked him for being such a dedicated fan and how I always thought of my young ‘sons’ when I was on the set.

Pure crap, or was it? Couldn’t say for sure after last week, but it sounded better to tell myself it was crap. I sent it off, clicked to the next one, and then froze when Paul’s lap top went off again. I looked over at it and my heart beat faster. I’d sent two messages to sowantmymom and two new e-mails to Paul.

“Knock it off.” I whispered. Get a grip Mary, you’re chasing shadows.

That’s what it was, coincidence combined with paranoia. I went back to what I was doing, but kept looking up at Paul’s lap top as if I were expecting it do something when I wasn’t looking.

Okay, I took a deep breath, easy enough to prove. I searched for and found another sowantmymom message and without even bothering to read it, typed ‘thank you, for being a fan love, Molly’ and sent it.

My stomach felt as if someone had kicked me when Paul’s lap top went off seconds later.

“No.” I got up from my chair and moved around the table so quickly I tripped over the leg and fell on my knees.

Ignoring the pain from landing on the hardwood floor, I was up like a shot and sitting in front of his lap top opened it. I went down to the chrome logo and saw he didn’t have anything open. Standing up, I leaned over and pulling my lap top over, replied to the same message, with nothing but a few random letters I typed.

I sent it and jumped when Paul’s lap top whistled at me and a small box appeared in the corner of his screen “You have received a message from Molly Minx.com!”




Paul knew who I was.