I showered then went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. I grabbed a couple glasses and headed to the den where mom was already flipping through the ppv choices. We were both in our normal stay-at-home evening wear. I had on boxer shorts and a t shirt. She had a thread-worn nightshirt that reached her knees. But there was strange vibe in the air this night. I first realized it when I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was not the scent of her bodywash. It was definitely something above and beyond the norm. That made me focus on the rest of her. She had brushed her long, dark hair and put on mascara and lipstick. The dark areolas that capped her pert c cups were clearly visible through her nightshirt. If you take the perfume and make up, then add the lack of modesty, you can see how I’d wonder if our recent conversation was having an effect on her.
I sat down on the over-sized couch. She maneuvered next to me, our hips touching. She continued scrolling through movie choices on the screen.
‘This reminds me, mom. Have you tried an evening of porno movies with dad? You know, if you keep him in an excited state for a couple of hours before you do it, he’ll probably shoot a lot more swimmers than he would from a standard session.’
‘Oh please. I love your father but when it comes to making babies, his attitude is ‘if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be’. I would never be able to get him to watch a porno.’
‘You know they are right here on our cable service, don’t you? They show almost everything you’d see if you bought the dvd.’
‘And how would you know that, mister?’
‘Let’s just say I was able to get the cable bill before you did when necessary.’
We both laughed at that. Then she asked me to show her where to order them. A few clicks of the remote and the whole glorious pornacopia was on the screen. They were arranged by genre; Barely Legal, Interracial, Gay, Lesbian, Classic, ect. Mom asked me my favorite type and without thinking, I said Milfs. She asked me what that was.
‘Those are older women with younger guys. You know, like a 36 year old woman with an 18 year old guy.’ I smiled and winked at her. I knew she’d get the correlation with our own ages.
She insisted we watch one of them. I halfheartedly protested then agreed. I was starting to get excited. Just the idea of watching a porn with my mom had my cock swelling in my boxers. I picked a movie that I knew well. The woman and man in it resembled my mother and I. Not only that, but the dialog insinuated they were mother and son (without coming right out and saying it). I made sure our wine glasses were full, turned out the lights and pressed play.
The story was your typical one of the ‘mom’ masturbating and she catches her ‘son’ spying on her, leading to a five position fuckfest. My mom finished her wine quickly, drinking the last half of the glass in a couple big gulps. She set her glass down and I put my arm around her. We watched without speaking until the woman started blowing her son. At that point, I had to say something to break the tension. I turned to mom. She was mesmerized by what was happening on the screen. Even in the dim light of the television, I could tell she was flush with excitement. Her nipples protruded outrageously. Her legs were crossed tightly, as if she was trying to create pressure on her clit.