The next day was rather uneventful for the most part. My mom didn’t want to eat take-out food again, so she got busy in the kitchen preparing a lamb roast. While the meat was in the oven, she worked on a salmon appetizer and prepared fancy veggies as a side dish. There was a very pleasant smell throughout the apartment which made me very hungry. I’d had very little to eat for lunch and was starving. I cheated actually and ate the salmon while my mom was still cooking. I was too impatient to wait for her.
Then, my mom removed the roast from the oven. The aroma was incredible. The meat was so tender it almost looked like pulled lamb. I opened a bottle of our favourite Tuscan wine and prepared the table for our meal. It was good to relax and be reminded of a “normal” mother and son relationship again, although I knew it wouldn’t last. Sooner or later, I knew I would feel horny and my inner monster would come out again.
I felt like I was at the beginning of a relationship, when you can’t have enough of your new lover. Except my relationship was with my mother, the woman I’d known the longest, the woman who I knew loved me the most. It was an odd combination of excitement and comfort. For example, with my ex-girlfriend I knew I couldn’t ask for a blowjob without being very, very subtle. At least that’s if I cared to succeed. And when she did suck me, it never lasted very long. I always got the feeling she wasn’t truly enjoying it. In many ways, she was very self-centered. Eating pussy never turned me on, it’s knowing that my partner is having pleasure that excites me.
Conversation was flowing during dinner. And as I mentioned earlier, it felt good to not think about sex for a while. After our meal, I volunteered to clean the table and wash the dishes. It was the least I could do since I didn’t help with cooking. I’m pretty much useless in that department anyway. I had a bit of lamb meat stuck in my teeth and went to the bathroom to floss, and then I joined my mom in the living room. At first, I sat in my own couch as we casually watched old episodes of MasterChef on YouTube. That was about the safest entertainment to me, at least that’s what I thought. At some point, I noticed a cute contestant with a shapely cleavage, and with that my mind turned to sex again.
Our glasses were empty, so I got up and opened a second bottle of wine. By then I was a little tipsy, just enough to be a bit flirty. When my mom asked which movie I’d like to watch, I thought for a while before answering. I didn’t want to suggest anything too obvious, but I wanted a good movie with a fair bit of sexual tension.
“Are you into Louis Malle?” I asked my mom.
“I love Louis Malle,” she answered. “Atlantic City was one of my favourites. Burt Lancaster was a bit old by then, but he was still hot!”
“Burt Lancaster wasn’t hot, come on,” I jokingly replied.
“Google him!” my mom insisted. “Look at his photos from the 50s and 60s!”
“I’m not going to look for photos of Burt Lancaster, mom, don’t be silly,” I said, laughing out loud. “But seriously, I have an old Louis Malle film on DVD. It’s called Murmur of the Heart. Do you want to watch it?”
“What is it all about?” my mom inquired.
“It’s like an artsy film from the early 70s,” I started. “It’s the story of a teenage boy who becomes ill and goes on a vacation with his mom.”
“Is it any good?” she asked.
“It’s a bit of a cult movie,” I offered. “It’s not popular and you won’t find it on Netflix or whatever, but any Louis Malle fan must watch this movie.
“Okay, I’m up for it!” my mom finally answered. “Let me grab a blanket first, it’s getting a bit cold tonight.”
“Sure, sounds good, mom,” I concurred. “Let me grab the DVD in my room.”
When my mom came back, she invited me to join her on her couch, to warm her up she says. I was happy to accept. As I put the DVD in our old and somewhat dusty DVD player, I handed the box to my mom so she could look at the photos and read the summary. For anyone not familiar with this movie, it looked like a normal European movie from the 70s. But to those in the know, this is probably one of the best-known mainstream movies with an incestuous theme, but you don’t really find out until the very end.
There are many happy family scenes at first, nothing out of the ordinary. Then, you notice that there are many scenes where the boy is lurking at his mom, played by the gorgeous Lea Massari. They come across as being a bit odd, but nothing vulgar or blatantly sexual. The first clear signal comes when the boy catches his mom naked in the bath. After that scene, I turned toward my mom and snuggled up behind her. My cock was still soft, but I soon enjoyed my mom’s proximity and quickly had a semi-erection. And then came the sex final scene. It’s very short and rather subtle but it still caused quite a stir when it first came up because of its incestuous nature.
“Did they actually have sex?” my mom asked as the scene ended.
“Yes, they did, mom,” I answered.
“Really? It isn’t that obvious,” she commented.
“Well, it’s an artsy movie from Louis Malle, not some vulgar porn,” I replied.
“Can we watch that scene again?” my mom suggested. “Rewind it to the carnival sequence.”
“Sure, mom,” I agreed.
In the carnival scene, mother and son get drunk and walk in a big crowd. And then they go back to their apartment and start kissing on the bed. I noticed that my mom was pushing back against my cock which made me very hard. That is a scene I had watched dozens of times and watching it with my own mother was so exciting.
“How come you have this movie in DVD, John?” my mom inquired.
“It’s not a popular movie, and like I said earlier, you can’t find it on Netflix or Disney or whatever,” I replied.
“Yes, but why this movie in particular? I didn’t know you were into artsy movies. I see that you are mostly into Star Wars and X-Men,” my mom insisted.
“Well, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say,” I initially offered. “Do you want me to tell the truth?”
“Of course!” my mom said. “Why do you think I’m asking?”
“Okay, okay,” I finally conceded. “I first looked up that movie because of the sex scene that caused quite a stir.”
“Well, there was nothing much to see, but I agree it was quite interesting,” my mom answered.
“Yeah, a lot of tension during the movie,” I concurred.
“I didn’t know where it was going, but when I realized what was going on between these two, I thought it was quite exciting,” she said. “And that actress playing the mother is gorgeous!”
“Oh yes, Lea Massari is quite a beauty,” I agreed. “The quintessential MILF before that expression was even born.”
“So, I understand you bought that DVD because of the incestuous storyline?” my mom asked.
“Yeah, I did. And I jerked off to it so many times,” I acknowledged.
“That is exciting, son. Are there any other similar movies that you masturbated to?” she inquired.
“There are tons,” I answered. “In fact, it is a rather popular genre. People just don’t like to discuss it.”
I took out my cellphone and showed her a few videos on sites like Pornhub and xHamster. I started with well known series like Taboo and American Taboo, but it’s a video with Brianna Beach that turned her on. In that clip, the mature and beautiful actress admits to being turned on by her son. I was so excited and kept grinding my mom’s butt as we stared at my phone’s screen. She was breathing heavily, pushing back against my thrusts.
“What would you like to do tonight, honey?” my mom asked.
“I’d like to kiss you and make love to you, mom,” I answered.
“I see someone is feeling romantic tonight!” she laughed.
“Can’t you feel how romantic I am, mom?” I asked as I pressed myself against her.
“Let’s go to my room and get comfortable,” my mom suggested.
Once on her bed, I positioned myself between her legs and started kissing my mother. I don’t know why, but kissing her made me so hard, almost as if it was more perverted than having sex. I loved French kissing my own mother while rubbing my hard shaft against her labia. Twirling my tongue against hers seemed like the ultimate taboo.
“Oh, mommy, I love kissing you. You make me so hard!” I told her.
“Yes, you’re making me wet, too, son,” she admitted.
“I want to make love to you, mommy,” I wishfully said.
“I want you inside of me, son,” she said. “Make love to your mother.”
I went very slowly at first. It was such an exquisite experience. My cock was beyond hard as I kept kissing my mother.
“I love you, mom,” I said.
“I love you too, son,” she replied.
“Hold me close, hold me tight, mommy,” I asked.
“Yes, my baby, fuck me, push your cock inside of your mother,” she ordered.
“Oh, mommy, it feels so good!” I said in her ear.
As I became more excited, perverted thoughts entered my mind. For some reason, thinking of my mom with another man really turned me on. And since I couldn’t think of any lover of hers, inevitably I thought of my parents having sex. That made me become even hornier, and my mom noticed right away.
“What are you thinking about, son?” she asked as I kept penetrating her.
“I like to imagine you having sex with dad, it really turns me on,” I answered.
I thought of my dad’s hard cock entering her, ejaculating inside of her. I imagined how my mom would be having so much pleasure while getting fucked by my dad. And then I imagined them doing it doggystyle, how he would pound her from behind.
“I’m going to cum, son, don’t stop,” my mom said as she held on to me.
“Oh, yes, mommy,” I replied. “Oh, my sweet mother, how your pussy feels so good. Oh, mommy. Oh, I love to fuck your pussy.”
“Fuck me, son. Fuck me!” my mom insisted. “Fuck your mommy’s pussy, John!”
I slowed down the pace as my mom enjoyed her first climax. I was still raging hard and was ready to resume the action as soon as my mom had recovered. And then we started going at it again.
“You feel so good, son,” my mom said. “Imagine we were having sex while your dad was watching. Imagine that he’s right beside us while you penetrate me.”
“Yes, mommy, that is so exciting,” I responded.
“Imagine that your dad is jerking off while watching us,” she added. “Imagine that his hand is wrapped around his hard shaft, stroking it back and forth.”
“Yes, and when he’d be close to orgasm, I would withdraw from you and let him finish inside your pussy,” I suggested.
“Oh, John, you are such a pervert!” my mom said. “Fuck me, son, fuck me harder!”
“Mommy, I’m about to cum,” I said. “Mommy, mommy…”
That night, I slept in my mom’s bed for the first time in many years.