The robe was all right when she stood up, but lying down with her leg drawn up, it was too short and she was wide open, with everything on show.
As the film progressed, my vision was drawn repeatedly to that reflection, my first thought was did she know, and if she didn’t, what should I do, move so that she would also move, tell her, or just enjoy the view?
Convincing myself that it would embarrass her if I told her, I stayed put and just looked, and looked, and then looked some more. To my eternal shame I ran my hand up her lower back, which moved the hem of her robe even further up her leg and exposed her even more.
Actually I wasn’t ashamed at all, as I could now see better.
I’d seen the sex scenes in Taboo many times but it was a different matter watching with Mum in my arms, and on view, so I started to become erect. She had to have seen it as it was right in her line of sight, but she said nothing.
As the scenes finished, my erection reduced a little, but not much, and of course as the big sex scene where Barbara goes into Paul’s room approached, I started to rise again, quite noticeably.
The light in the room was almost entirely from the television which of course was shining right on her, the reflection was very clear, her lips were slightly open and glistening with moisture, had they been before, or was this a new development?
The most stupid thought of, thank God she’s cleaned the glass passed through my mind, so much better to see you in my dear.
As the big scene started she said “this is the part I like, I can see Dad and Grandma in it.”
As Barbara reached across to take Paul’s penis Mum asked “is this one for me?” and followed Barbara’s lead putting her hand onto my penis.
She told me afterwards that as she’d watched and read so much about a mother son relationship for so long, and so often, she was just accepting of that type of thing, it simply validated it for her. It just didn’t seem wrong to her in any way, any more.
We watched for about ten more minutes, until the end of the scene, with her holding my now very hard and very erect penis, when she said. “Turn the television and the light off, we don’t need them any more.” With her hand on my dick I wasn’t going to argue.
With only the moonlight for illumination we stood up, and as our clothed pooled quickly on the floor, we embraced. Her breasts were soft between us, as you would expect from a forty eight year old woman. My penis was rock hard between us as you would expect from a twenty eight year old man.
Hers were the lips which sought mine, hers was the tongue which pierced those lips seeking mine, hers were the hands that roamed my body, it seemed that she felt the need to be the leader, saying to me that what was happening had her approval, it may not have been right, but she was the one who was leading us down this path.
We slid down onto the aptly named shag pile carpet, kissing and touching each other for many, many minutes of foreplay.
She particularly enjoyed my mouth between her legs, being content to hold my head in her hands, guiding me to where she got the most pleasure. I lay so that she could take me into her mouth, which she did, not really sucking it but just holding me between her lips with her tongue working the head.