All language subtitles for Confessions.of.a.Young.American.Housewife.1974.(Erotica).1080p.x264-Classics

I better get home,
start the cleaning.

Oh, what time is it?

Ten after nine.

Oh, Christ.

I was supposed to be
downtown ten minutes ago.

Yes?

I'm... I'm looking for Eddie.
Eddie Mellon?

He said I shouldn't be here.

He's not here.

Oh, he said about nine.

Perhaps I should go.

Oh, why don't you wait?

I'm sure Eddie would
be very disappointed.

Hello.

Well, don't stand there shuffling.
Take her upstairs.

More coffee?

What about your appointment?

Pretend you don't see him.

Carol.

Gee, everybody's so nice.

And your sister's so pretty.

And broad-minded, too.

She's my wife.

Your wife?

God, if my husband found out.

My wife's broad-minded,
like you said.

Did you know he was
meeting her here?

That bastard.
He thought I'd be downtown.

She sounds interesting, anyway.

Who is she, anyway?

She's just some young
American housewife.

Just an ordinary young
American housewife.

Getting her kicks.

Tell me you'd love to get married.

Tell me you'd love it.

I'd love to get married.

Come on in, Anna.
Door's open.

Hi, Carol.

Just thought I'd drop in,
see if I could be of any help.

I've got it under control.

At least it's only for two weeks.

If we're very lucky.

Don't be so uptight.
Christ, it's only your mother.

Only my mother.

We won't be able to
carry on as usual.

I understand that, Carol.

You got any yogurt?

I mean it, Anna.
We can't let my mother know.

I mean, how things are.

Don't you think she'd understand?
I mean, after all, this is 1974.

Look, in 1963, Mrs.
Tom Robinson, my mother,

won the domicile beautiful
magazine award as young

housewife of that year.

1963.
That's where my mother's head is.

You got any grape jam?

Is this sugar?

1963.

Suburban Cincinnati.

That's how my mother
feels about holy matrimony.

Anyway, Pop was killed in
that train wreck in 1971.

She's been alone ever since.

She's 37 years old?

I bet she's had a
lot of bent partners.

I'd be happy if she did.

Anna, I swear, I don't know
why you're not 300 pounds.

Hey, come on, we better get home.

I want everything to be ready.
Believe me.

Well, it's not much, but it's home.
Welcome, Jennifer Robinson.

Did you have a good trip, Mama?

I'll put your things in your room.

You're more beautiful
than ever, Carol.

I'm happy, Mama.

You're lucky to have a man like
Eddie, someone who loves you.

I can see why my baby's happy,

having a big hunk of man like
this all to herself.

I hope you don't mind
if I call you Jennifer.

You're far too young and
pretty for me to call Mom.

Hey, let's get a frankfurter.

We just had one at the zoo.

Well, look how far we ran.

I could stand with myself.

Mmm, smells delicious.

Just like when I was little.

You should see the apple
pies I baked this afternoon.

You'll be a big hit with Anna.

You saw the way she
stuffed herself today.

I like her.

Mama, why don't you
get married again?

You're young and pretty.

But why get married?

Well, I don't know.

But you like to bake
and you like to cook.

Oh, I don't think
I'd ever get married again

even if I found another man.

I'd probably just
go off and live

with him for a while, as
long as it lasted.

Why shouldn't it last?
That sounds cynical.

Carol, even nice things don't last.

What is that heavenly fragrance?

That's Anna and her husband.

I think I'm going to have an orgasm.

And the one with the leer
is Hungary's old man, Pete.

Oh, my God, that's good.

Guess what I have here.

It's a copy of the letter that the

national magazine Domicile
Beautiful wrote to my mother

in 1963, nominating her
as the young American

housewife for that year.

Oh, you one pleasant child.

You won't embarrass me in
public by reading that letter.

Go ahead, read it.

Oh, look how red she's getting.

Fine.

Oh, my goodness.

I'll embarrass myself.

I always do when I
drink too much wine.

Well, you notice I'm
standing close by, waiting.

Well, don't fall down,
or else that beast

will be right on top of you.

I think my mother is getting drunk.

I'll reserve the reading until
sometime when she's more sober.

I'm going to bed.
Good night.

Hey, am I ever horny?

You mean my mother turned you on?

I'm hot as a firecracker.

Hey, come on, my mother.

She's feeling no pain.

She'll just fall
right down into bed.

Look, if you're worried,
let's go to our place.

I hate to leave her alone.

Well, she ain't no kid.

But she's still got a lot of juice

left in her, I'll tell you that.

You know, her tits intrigue me.

She never wears a bra.

You know, we were
sitting there and her

old tits were crying from my mouth.

Can't we get off the
subject of my mother's tits?

Don't be so sensitive.

Haven't you ever
seen your mama naked?

I don't remember.

I bet you even sucked her tit.

You did suck your
mama's tit, didn't you?

I don't know.

I bet you did.

I bet you could remember if
you concentrated real hard.

Let's get her comfortable.

She'll concentrate better
if she was riding a chair.

Concentrate, Carol.

You can remember
sucking your mama's tit.

Letting your tongue
play around the rosette.

Feeling your nipple
get hard and firm.

And then putting
your lips around it.

Your tongue still touching the tip.

And then drawing on it.

Drawing and sucking.

Sucking and drawing.

Until you get milk.

You remember getting milk, baby?

Remember?

Remember?

Drawing warm, sticky, sweet milk.

Sticky, warm, lovely milk.

Right from your mama's tit.

Oh, you're a hot bitch, aren't you?

Yes.

I'm hot.

I'm hot.

Mama.

Mama.

Mama wanted to go
shopping by herself today.

How was she feeling this morning?

She seemed fine.

She sure can bake.

My ma's the world's worst.

Mama was always good
at anything she did.

Anything.

Hi, Mrs. Robinson.

Oh, Pete.
You startled me.

I'm sorry I'm all alone here.

I like you, Mrs. Robinson.

I like you too, Pete.
You're a nice boy.

No.

You liked the first one just fine.

Come on, how about another?

It wouldn't be right.

Of course it would be right.

What about Ann?
Isn't she enough for you?

You're kidding.

Your tits drive me out of my bird.

I want to feel your
insides around me, baby.

And pump my juice into you.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

I've got to admit,
she's got me hot too.

My mother?

There's just something about her.

She's sexy.

I can't eat any more of this.

My ma taught me it's a
sin to throw away food.

Mama, your bags are full.
Why are your bags packed?

I have to go home, Carol.

But why, Mama?

I just can't stay.
It wouldn't be right.

Was it something Eddie did?

Pete?

What did he do?
Did he insult you?

It would be better for
everyone if I just go quietly.

Mama, Pete and Anna and Eddie and I,

we're a foursome.

I don't want to be a source of
trouble between Anna and Pete.

Mama, you're not listening.

The four of us are
very close friends.

Pete screws me with Anna
and Eddie in the same room.

They're screwing too, Mama.

They're screwing each other.

And there are other combinations
too numerous to mention.

You're a swinger, my little girl.

My baby is a husband-swumper.

Mama, I can tell you now.

I'm a very hot, horny girl.

I discovered that in high school.

After I married Eddie
and we moved here...

Wasn't he horny enough for you?

Yes, Mama.

He's ready at the drop
of a pair of panties.

The day Anna and Pete
moved in next door,

she began to drop in,
while Eddie was at work.

It was nice.

Very nice.

Till Eddie walked in on us one day.

What did they do, fight over you?

No.

It was very civilized.

We called Anna in and told her.

Then we decided that
since we were all

attracted to each other,
we could share each other.

Without jealousy, without anxiety.

Mama, the boys would be very
disappointed if you left.

So would Anna.

And I'd be very unhappy.

I'd feel as if you
disapproved of me.

I couldn't face the others
after we've had this discussion.

I won't say a word, Mama.

Just, well, give me a little time to
get used to the idea.

What can I do for you?

Mrs. Mullet?

Mrs. Mullet isn't in at the moment.

Well, I'm the delivery
boy from the supermarket.

I'll take the delivery.

I've got to collect $36.20.

I'll pay it.

Come right in.

Put them right here.

Uh, 20 cents, 20, 30, five,

six, and this is for you.

Are you warm enough?

You should be wearing a
coat on a cold day like this.

I'm not cold.

Cocoa, please, have some cocoa.
It'll warm you.

It'll keep you warm for a long time.

Well, I really don't have any time.

It'll only take a minute.

Well, I wish I could,
but I've got to go.

An order.
Wait, an order.

You can put an order
in for me, can't you?

Five pounds of, oh, a pencil.

Wait, a pencil, a paper.

Five pounds of unbleached flour.

Uh, five pounds of granulated sugar.

Apples, um, green apples.

Five pounds.

And a quart of, uh, heavy cream.

That'll do it.

But I want you to deliver it, okay?

Yeah, I'll deliver it.

That's delicious.

Delicious.

It's past my bedtime.
I think I'll say goodnight now.

Oh, how about our wine?
I thought we had a date.

I had enough wine last
night to last me, thank you.

Goodnight, Mama.

Goodnight.

What are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Yeah, but you know I can't
help hollering when you do that.

So holler.

Well, what about your ma?

I decided to stop
worrying about my ma.

It would do her good to hear.

Yes, harder.

Harder.

Harder.

Harder.

Harder.

It was my turn last night.
It's your turn tonight.

We're just going to split
you right up the middle, baby.

So be ready.

oh, any harder, harder,
that's it, yes, harder,

harder, more, oh, more,

on my tit, pull on the nipple,

on the nipple,
milk me, yes, Carol,

faster, faster, faster,
yes, yes.

$5.87.

$7.00?

That's an awfully big tip for

a $5.00 order.
Thank you.

Would you like some pie and coffee?

Please.

Your mama must really be something.

When we got home,
Pete couldn't keep his

mouth shut about how your
ma had drained his crankcase.

Slept right through
the alarm this morning.

Limped around with backache and
leg cramps until he left for work.

You have the same effect on him.

He's always gimping
around with leg cramps and

sore kidneys after
you've finished with him.

Probably like mother like
daughter or something like that.

Just part of our hidden charm.

Listen, I better get going.

I wouldn't want to get
canned on that job I have.

Please, wait a second.

I want you to have this.

Why?

Because I... I just
want you to have it.

Please try it on.

You know, I... I needed something.

Hey, listen, I... I
better get going, huh?

My name's Ken Pauling.

I...
I live at number 9 Corbett Lane.

A hired room.

I'd really be happy if
you'd drop by sometime and...

to see me.

I don't even know your name.

Jennifer.
Jennifer Grove.

I don't know why I told you Grove.

That was my name a long time ago.

Before I was 17.

Maybe... maybe it's
because you make me feel the way...

the way I did then.

Well, goodbye, Jennifer.

And Jennifer Grove.

Mama was up before
either Eddie or me.

She got breakfast ready
and bounced out the door,

full of zing, before we
even staggered out of bed.

Disgusting.

I'll bet she'll even have
a cream pie for us tonight.

Hope so, anyway.

She sure makes cream
pies like I never tasted.

Hey, the boys have bowling tonight.

Why don't we take your
mama to Shandara's?

Why not?

Mama's education shouldn't be
neglected at this late date.

Come on, let's get our coats.

You mean we're going like this?
We'll freeze our asses off.

Shandara does not receive
anyone in tainted clothes.

And this is untainted?

Pure silk.
Untainted.

Tainted clothing interferes
with the vibrations.

Each of them lives a ways away.

They visit only by invitation.

In untainted silk?

In untainted silk.
Come on.

I am Shandara.
I am happy to welcome you.

You have brought
Shandara a true Bahadair.

Such vibrations I haven't
felt for almost seven years.

You're very sexual, madam.

You're capable of giving
exquisite pleasure.

Follow me.

I think she likes your vibrations.

She doesn't exactly
hate my tits, either.

We have achieved
contemplative serenity.

We are now ready to
accept the exquisite

pleasures of each other's vibrations.

In Kali's name, I've
never felt such vibrations.

Jenny.

Oh, Jenny.

More.

More.

I want more.

Boy, did Shandara
ever go for my mother.

And your mama gave
her as soon as she got.

Yeah, they almost turned
each other inside out.

Yeah, everybody goes for mama.
They always did.

I sort of feel like
I'm in her shadow.

Again.

Mrs. Mullet?

I'm Mrs. Fields, your neighbor.
Apartment 3B.

Won't you come in, Mrs. Fields?

I thought it was about time that we
got to know each other better.

Much better.

Can I offer you some coffee?
And my mother's cake?

Your mother?

Oh, yes, she's here on a visit.

Mrs. Fields, this is my
mother, Mrs. Robinson.

That's your mother.

How do you do, Mrs. Robinson?

Just call me Jen.

My friends call me Carrie.

My,
what a beautiful mother you have.

When my brats grow up, I should only

look half as good as you do.

Let's have some coffee and cake.

Do you have a girl?
I mean, a steady girl.

I'm married.

About a year ago, she ran
away with a friend of mine.

Took every cent we saved.
I fell apart, I guess.

Couldn't hold down
any kind of steady job.

I was a mess.
I guess I still am.

Ken, may I hold your hand?

What are we going to
do about Carrie Fields?

Mrs. Fields, what's wrong with her?

Nothing, except she's
getting strong vibes from us.

So let's have her in one night and
give her the full treatment.

Pretty good legs.

I'll bet she's a hot one.

Nice, small tits.

Her old man probably
balls her once a week.

That means she's horny.

I suggest we have Mrs. Fields in as

soon as possible, before
anything happens to cool her off.

Not much, is it?

Four walls.

A roof.

A place to shut out
the world for a time.

Nice place you have here.

It was really nice of you to
invite me. Especially tonight.

Sam's night to go by.

I have somebody I want you to meet.
Peter?

Peter Winton.

Mrs. Fields.

Thank you.

This is my best
girlfriend's husband.

Oh, Carol.

Mrs. Mullet.

It was your husband I
was most anxious to meet.

Oh, yes, you must meet Edward.

Oops, my goodness, they're fucking.

Oh, yes, I do believe they are.

You must think I spend all
my time thinking of you.

I love it.

I just want to find out
everything about you.

I want to search out every
nook and cranny about you.

I love you.

Mom.

Where did you spend the day?

Walking in the park.

It's starting to snow again.

Mom.

Is all this too much for you?

You mean the pleasure?

I suppose I should lie to you now.
Tell you I'm repelled by it.

I should urge you, my child,

towards a life of monogamy.
But I can't.

Because I love it, Carol.

I love every spasm,

every quiver, every orgasm.

I am your daughter.

There's no doubt about that.

Jenny.

I'm mad about you.

I love you, I truly love you.

Oh, Jenny.

Jennifer.

I've got a chance for
a job on the west coast.

Would you...

Would you go there with me?

What about Carol?

I'm asking you to go with me.

Why me?

Where do I start?

You're exciting.

Carol's exciting, too.

But you flip me out.

Two cream pies.

Tell you what.
I have some stew meat at home.

I'll make my specialty
beef stew, I'll bring it here,

we'll eat it, and we'll have
cream pies for dessert.

Do you have enough
for the five of us?

Oh, sure.

You won't need for five.
I won't be here tonight.

My bags are ready.
They're in my room.

Would you get them for me,
darling, and call a taxi, please?

Yes.

Wasn't that the
supermarket delivery boy?

Mama.

You're much older than he is.

So I'll enjoy it while it lasts.

Nothing is permanent, baby, nothing.

But why?
Why are you leaving with this guy?

You're wanted here very much.

You all want me,

but he needs me.

I love you, baby.

I know that, Mama.

As a matter of fact, I love
you all, perhaps too much.

Well, at least we still have our pies.
Anybody want a piece?

I wonder why.

Maybe we were pushing her too hard.

She left because of me, Mama.

Mama knew that...

we were developing feelings about
each other.

Feelings.

Always there under different guises.

Feelings that neither
one of us could handle.

They once came to the surface.

I understand, Carol.

They'd never understand.

My goodness.

There's no reason
to be so depressed.

Not with all that pie
sitting there cooling.

Not to mention the fact that we have

at our fingertips the
daughter of the young

American housewife.

If she could only bake.