MayorReynolds
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I've recently had a chance to rediscover this after watching it years ago and tucking it away somewhere where it was forgotten.
This is an almost perfect erotica/incest themed movie. Absolutely amazing.
Aside from the usual 70s/80s retro porn quandaries—big mustaches, big pussy hair, overdubbed squelch noises on the soundtrack—the sex scenes are amazing. They are passionate and full of raw, sexual energy, definitely something I've found missing from modern porn. The actors/actresses go about like they're actually into it and there is real emotion involved. I've also developed an obsession with Dorothy LeMay that has me tracking down the rest of her filmography.
But beyond that is the way the mom and son are characterized, and the way the story is structured to bring them together in a believable way. It deals with them on an individual basis. The mom is seemingly prudish or afraid of sexuality, running away from every opportunity to spice things up but getting hornier and more worked up each time. Her husband has left her for being too reserved, a real burn. The son is almost the typical male porn protagonist, big-dicked and attracting pussy like his cock has a magnet on it but perhaps wanting something more. He's having to deal with his dad taking off, assuming a new role he didn't have before.
The movie's focal point is the mom/son incest relationship, but the first sex scene between them doesn't happen until about an hour into the running time. Taboo uses this effectively by having the mom/son cross paths with each other in little teasing ways, letting the tension build. He sees her nude (and what a body Kay Parker has!) Her son is the only man left in the house. He's fucking and sucking Dorothy LeMay but the whole time can't get his mother's nude body out of his mind.
Then, finally, after the mom gets worked up after being taken to an orgy, sitting on the couch the whole time and taking all the imagery in, she can't take it anymore. Back at home she goes into her son's room and jumps on him. The characterization and the build-up has been so intense that it explodes on screen. She doesn't just suck his cock—she makes love to it, rubbing it all over her face and body before she shoves it back in her mouth, starved for it. Then they fuck like animals.
This movie is great. I can see why it's garnered its reputation. I wish I could write a story this effective. It's certainly taught me a lot more about structure and the importance of characterization.
This is an almost perfect erotica/incest themed movie. Absolutely amazing.
Aside from the usual 70s/80s retro porn quandaries—big mustaches, big pussy hair, overdubbed squelch noises on the soundtrack—the sex scenes are amazing. They are passionate and full of raw, sexual energy, definitely something I've found missing from modern porn. The actors/actresses go about like they're actually into it and there is real emotion involved. I've also developed an obsession with Dorothy LeMay that has me tracking down the rest of her filmography.
But beyond that is the way the mom and son are characterized, and the way the story is structured to bring them together in a believable way. It deals with them on an individual basis. The mom is seemingly prudish or afraid of sexuality, running away from every opportunity to spice things up but getting hornier and more worked up each time. Her husband has left her for being too reserved, a real burn. The son is almost the typical male porn protagonist, big-dicked and attracting pussy like his cock has a magnet on it but perhaps wanting something more. He's having to deal with his dad taking off, assuming a new role he didn't have before.
The movie's focal point is the mom/son incest relationship, but the first sex scene between them doesn't happen until about an hour into the running time. Taboo uses this effectively by having the mom/son cross paths with each other in little teasing ways, letting the tension build. He sees her nude (and what a body Kay Parker has!) Her son is the only man left in the house. He's fucking and sucking Dorothy LeMay but the whole time can't get his mother's nude body out of his mind.
Then, finally, after the mom gets worked up after being taken to an orgy, sitting on the couch the whole time and taking all the imagery in, she can't take it anymore. Back at home she goes into her son's room and jumps on him. The characterization and the build-up has been so intense that it explodes on screen. She doesn't just suck his cock—she makes love to it, rubbing it all over her face and body before she shoves it back in her mouth, starved for it. Then they fuck like animals.
This movie is great. I can see why it's garnered its reputation. I wish I could write a story this effective. It's certainly taught me a lot more about structure and the importance of characterization.
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