"Want to go out to a movie?"
I asked her this, not sure of what sort of reply I would get from my teenage nubile daughter. She had been sitting there opposite me, in the living room, scanning some risqué items I had left there on purpose while I myself was immersed in a definitely X-rated paperback novel. One item she seemed to linger over was a magazine containing a lot of full-colored photos of women in lingerie.
"Which movie?" Susie finally replied.
"I was planning to go over to the Northside to see a movie -- it's X-rated, pretty unusual imported film," I said casually.
She looked up and grinned, "Like in this magazine?"
"Hmm, yes, only more explicit...."
"Oh, what you and Mom call 'hot adult action'?" She was grinning even more broadly.
"That's it. Want to go?"
"Ok, sure, when? Now?"
"In a little while, but first we have to get you ready. You have to look and act like you are ... 21, say."
"I probably can manage that, I think."
"Well, here is how we'll do it. First take a shower. While you are doing that, I'll set out some of your Mom's clothes, the ones that will be pretty sexy. Don't be embarrassed. In fact the point it to make you look like a sexy lady who is not afraid to go out with her man to see an X-rated movie."
"Mom's sexy clothes! Wow! This is getting interesting!" With that, she arose and left the room. While she showered, I located the 'special' underwear, lacy and revealing in the right places. Then a tight-fitting summer blouse and short skirt, then high-heeled shoes. I set them out for her and went back downstairs, calling out, "The clothes are ready. And put on some lipstick but not too heavy."
A little while later, she came down. She was incredibly beautiful, with long brown hair and long elegant legs below the ultra-short skirt. Her bosom was attractively prominent under the tight blouse. I knew that she wore a shelf-bra underneath, lifting her breasts but leaving them free. And I loved the way she walked on her very high heels, too.
We drove out to the theater, found a parking space nearby, and walked over to the theater itself. Striding beside me, holding my hand, she looked like the mistress of an older, elegant man who would be attractive to such a young beauty. In the lobby of the theater, a man buying a ticket looked her up and down with appreciation, but when I moved to buy our tickets, the cashier just glanced at her indifferently.
We entered the extremely dark interior of the theater and waited for a while to get our eyes adjusted to it. Then I guided her to a back row and found seats. The place was nearly empty at midday, with only a few isolated couples here and there.
Now I turned to look at the huge screen. The picture was just starting, as I had planned the timing very well. The story concerned a divorced mother, her boyfriend and her teenage son. The theme, incest, was taboo for legitimate films, but this was an "adult theater," one of the last of its kind in the country. To draw in people, it avoided the standard made-for-video features made in America and favored imports from a filmmaker in New Zealand, hence in English (so far as words mattered). The tickets were expensive, but the films were worth it. They were just as "adult" as American XXX movies, but with women who had natural breasts, for one thing. And if these were not art films, they at least had some directorial style to them, with excellent production values and, above all, some very hot themes.
In the film, the mother and boyfriend had been drinking and were now getting horny. The man was kissing the young mother and rubbing her breasts under her dress. The son was in another room, apparently trying to read a book.
The mother was a large-breasted dark-haired and attractive woman. She put her fingers to her lips to warn her boyfriend to be quiet. Then, his foreplay made her more responsive as she rubbed his groin. "Oh, yes, yes," she whispered as his tongue probed her eager mouth. Abruptly, she took his hand and they tip-toed into the bedroom.
As they entered it, she pushed the door to shut it behind her, but it failed to close entirely. They were too absorbed in their lovemaking to notice it. The camera showed them groping each other on the bed, their clothes coming off. As the man began to finger-fuck her, the hot mother began to make passionate sounds.
I looked at Susie and noticed her flushed face. She was enthralled by the now emerging explicitness of the film as it moved to the boy's room.
The boy glanced up as the sounds from the bedroom penetrated the thin wall to his own room. He arose and put his ear to the wall. What he heard, I immediately knew, would shock Susie. The mother was saying, "Yes, yes, I want that prick, fuck me!" The boy looked startled and then he crept out of his room and approached the doorway of the bedroom where the lovemaking pair were now completely nude and then both the boy and we saw the mother sitting on the hard prick, her hand positioning it above her cunt.
"Yes, yes, lover, fuck me!" the hot mother cried out as she plunged down on the prick and then began a rhythmic fucking. The boy lifted his erect prick from his trousers and began to masturbate as he watched the erotic scene.
I glanced at Susie and saw her breathing rapidly. I reached around and pulled her a little closer to me, leaving my hand on her shoulder. She glanced at me and smiled weakly.
"Hot stuff?" I whispered. She nodded.
The boy came, his come shooting out over the partially open door, and then he ran back to his room.
The movie's next scene was apparently the following evening, with mother and son alone. They were watching TV together and the boy was eyeing his mother's voluptuous breasts with large nipples, partially revealed through her nightgown. As she moved her legs, the gown fell away to reveal beautiful, smooth and naked thighs.
"These cable movies can get pretty explicit, honey -- do you mind?" The mother asked her son.
The young son was so absorbed in the movie he said nothing. The scene on the R-rated cable movie showed a young couple in bed, the young man fucking the passionate girl under the covers, her heaving breasts visible. The camera shifted to another lovemaking position with the girl on top, her lovely breasts shaking as she fucked up and down on her man. Their organs were not visible, but everything else was.
The eroticism of the film brought the mother into a horny state. She began to fidget, shifting her legs, and her gown opened in front so that her boy's eager eyes could now his mother's creamy breasts with their lovely nipples just showing.
He was sitting next to his mom on the couch, wearing only his underwear. His erection showed clearly under the thin material and the mother's eyes darted from the screen to her boy's lap and back again. She was breathing hard. Then she moved again, so that the nightgown fell open entirely. The boy's hungry eyes caught a glimpse of his mother's bare belly.
Beside me, I could feel the tension in Susie's body, and the heat of her sexual excitement as she stared at the incestuous scene displayed for us in the theater. I let my hand run across her neck, lightly lifting her hair as she turned toward me. I smiled and she smiled weakly in return. Then she turned again to watch the unfolding, inevitable taboo action arising as boy and mother in the film turned toward each other.
The boy moved closer to his Mom and put his head on her shoulder and looked up to her. She turned and patted his cheek, then let her hand move down to his chest and slowly ran her fingers across him and then down further. She took his hand and moved it to her belly and then gently moved it up to her breast, as she exposed it to him. She moved his head into a suckling position and she cupped her breast and moved the nipple to his waiting mouth. He sucked greedily. She sighed in pleasure.
In the film, mother and boy were sitting on the couch in front of the TV with its own sexual display, the R-rated film that had incited their lust. As she watched the couple on the TV screen fucking, the mother let her hand now enter her boy's shorts. On the TV screen, the young woman was panting and then the couple was coming together. The boy paused in his sucking and looked from the screen to his mother. She seemed to come to some decision as her entire body seemed to be throbbing in sexual heat ... then she bent down to envelope her boy's prick in her mouth.
"Oh, mom!" the boy cried in shocked delight.
The mother sucked long and hard on her boy's organ, her hands moving around his legs and chest, his ass, his feet, caressing him everywhere with her roving hands as her mouth sucked slowly up and down on the boy-prick. Then she stood up, removing her nightgown so that she was totally naked to the boy's taboo-staring eyes.
She whispered: "Honey, I can't help it, I need it, I need it. I want you, I've always wanted you in me."
"Mom," the boy swooned as she positioned herself above him and his cock sank into his mother's hot taboo cunt.
"Oh, honey, I always wanted us to fuck," the passionate mother said softly as she slowly moved up and down, her cunt becoming hotter and hotter as it engulfed his prick.
Beside me, Susie's face was red and her bosom rising and falling. I reached over and moved her face toward me, then kissed her lips gently, but lingered.
"Exciting, isn't it?" I whispered.
She nodded and did not turn away as I found her lips again and, now with open mouth, darted my tongue toward them repeatedly until she opened a little and I probed and darted into her mouth. In a moment, her own tongue shot back at me and our tongues intertwined. I opened my mouth wide and she did the same and we tongued each other in forbidden passion.
"Oh, baby," I whispered, "this is fantastic!"
