"No darling, you can have sex with anyone, but they must assent to it," Mother told him, "Don't think, even for a moment that 'Your body, my choice' is in any way right and proper. It is not respectful, not kind, it is an indicator of aggressive dominance and can easily lead to sexual assault and rape. And I do not want to see you going to jail for not paying attention to her and accepting her decision."
"Anyone?"
"Yes dear, anyone you may desire, but they must want to themselves. They must agree."
"Mom, well, there is one person, woman, girl, I'm thinking she's coming on to me, but-" He stopped.
Mother gave him a look, asking for him to continue. Rob didn't say anything more, so Mom asked, "But- don't leave me hanging."
"Well," Rob said uncertainly, "She's a bit older."
"Older?" Mom asked, "Then you have to realize that she may be toying with you, or she may really like you but is not really interested in a relationship with someone as young as you."
"I think she is," Rob said, "She's like- like two people. When other people are around she's distant, like she barely recognizes me or my presence. When we are alone though, it's really different, she flirts with me, I know she does, if she sits down - well let's say she's not very modest."
Mom laughed. "Ahh- I think I know what you mean," she replied, "Well, yeah, sounds like she's interested. All you have to do is wait until circumstances are right, then ask her. Or you could ask her out, on a date. Take her to the movies or something. You might get an opportunity then to ask her, make out with her."
"I don't know, Mom," Rob replied, "Not too sure she would want to be seen in public with me. Older woman, younger guy."
"How much older?"
"Two- three years, maybe four, not sure."
"She may be embarrassed to talk to you in front of her friends. In which case, don't hold your breath. If you don't ask, however, you're never going to know, are you?" Mom was a little frustrated at Rob's thick headed approach. He's a good looking kid, nice and polite, and the only reason this came up was she heard other parents talking about this fuck knuckle Nick Fuentes and his asshole idea of "Your body, my choice." Who the fuck does this asshole think he is? Nick Tate? Epstein? Old "Grab 'em by the pussy!" dick wad himself?
Rob took what Mom was saying in, shook his head and said, "Okay, I get the point about respect, Mom, and yeah, there are a couple of the real stupid kids at school sprouting that bull. I know one of them got sorted, and as it happened outside of school, I am pretty sure the school is not going to do anything about it. Anyway, I'll bear that other in mind. And you're right, don't ask, never know."
The issue for Rob was a bit more complicated than he let on with Mom. It started a while ago, he came home early from school and as he passed his sister's room, her door was slightly ajar, he could hear her masturbating. Well, he was sure it was that, and he could hear her murmuring something, but he wasn't sure what he was hearing was what she was saying. Sounded like, "Come on Rob, fuck me with that big dick of yours!" He was shocked, to say the least. Shocked she was masturbating, but even more so she was talking about him. He was pretty sure there was no-one else around with his name, unless it was someone in her college.
Janelle was a freshman at City College and she was home early twice a week. She didn't have classes on Tuesday and Friday afternoons, and as Mom was working full time, these were the times they were alone at home, together. When Rob got home from his Senior year at high school they had the place to themselves. There was only 11 and a half months between their actual birthdays, but two weeks in days, Irish twins their Uncle Steve called them, and they would celebrate their birthdays at the same time.
In recent weeks, he would be sitting at the table, or in the lounge doing homework, or just watching TV, and Janelle would come in with skimpy clothes on, or her blouse buttons undone or once, a fine, long nightie, but obviously without the bottom half. Next time she did anything like that, Rob was going to ask her.
Friday afternoon came and Rob raced home from school. Sure enough, Janelle was there, in her bedroom, sounding like she was masturbating again with the door slightly ajar. Without knocking, Rob opened the door, and said "Jan-" She was lying on her back, naked, legs spread, her laptop in full view, playing a video, on the dressing table, a hand holding a dildo, shoving it into her pussy. She sat up in a surprised rush, Janelle could feel the dildo sliding out of her pussy.
"Oh-" he said, surprised "What the fuck?"
"That's my question," Janelle retorted, "What the fuck you think you're doing bursting into my room like that?" She made no attempt at modesty. Her legs were spread wide, the dildo lying on the bed, her tits swaying as she was breathing in and out, somewhat rapidly.
Rob was distracted looking at his naked sister. He tried to stammer an answer, but his cock was rising to the occasion. "Your door was open and I heard-" he stopped.
"Well don't just stand there gaping, get over here and hand me my dildo!" Janelle commanded, "Or would you rather getting undressed and coming here to fuck me?"
Rob stood, not quite able to process what Janelle was saying. Did she just ask him to fuck her?
