No Harm in Asing

No Harm In Asking

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A joke has the punchline, "There's no harm in asking."

The story here is that for about three years, the mom and son had been lusting after glimpses of each other in revealing clothing or through a crack in an open doorway.

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Recently turning eighteen, Dale said, "Let's watch a movie tonight, Mom. I feel like watching a racy one. Would you watch a racy movie with me tonight?"

Mom replied, "Now, what kind of mother would I be if I said no? Hmm, maybe I should reword that and ask, 'What kind of mommy would I be if I said yes?'"

A strange silence fell over them, and then they finished the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen.

Dale said, "Well?"

Mom said, "Yes, and it is said by your mother and your mommy so that you'll know."

"Explain that to me, I didn't follow."

Mom said, "Mother would say, It won't be a big deal and then she would go sit on the couch ready to watch the movie."

"Mommy would change into her nursing pajamas and wistfully recall watching John Holmes while your father ate her pussy and you nursed on her breasts."

Dale said, "I wish I could remember Mommy nursing me. Is Mother upset that I was talking to you? Why did she leave?"

Mom said, "Mother didn't want to watch you cuddling with Mommy. Mother is disgusted with the idea of Mommy cuddling with their son.

Dale knew he was moving their relationship to new ground. But when he turned seventeen, he'd asked Mother if she ever had thought about having sex with him. And although she considered the question for at least two minutes of silence before replying; her reply was, "Yes."

Back then he was too immature to take her answer and advance it to having sex, and he was too young for her to consider it other than rape on her end.

This was his first time bringing up that conversation in over a year, and he expected to have his single question this year accepted for serious consideration.

Dale had been reliving the earlier" Yes"  answer for over a year and had decided that he would know if he would just ask. He would no longer have to dwell on the question, because he would know her answer.

He had figured out that he had one person that represented three different attitudes toward him. He identified them as Mom, Mother, and Mommy.

Mom had a home-school-teacher-type relationship. She was all about him learning and getting smarter.

Mother was the one who was 'Churchy' and proper, always kept her knees together.

Mommy is the one who was known for doing nasty things with her husband in front of Dale. She was the one that he saw when he saw her in scanty clothes through the crack in the doorway. The two of them had lived alone for ten years, and she had become careless around him when the two of them were alone. She would often scurry from her bedroom to the bathroom, or laundry room in a bra and panties.

He knew every Saturday morning she would walk from the bathroom to the laundry room with the dirty bathroom towels, and inevitably she would have on only panties and a bra. He watched her go into the laundry room, and then watch her, empty handed go to her bedroom. He knew she took twenty-three steps from the bathroom to the laundry room, as she was walking away from him and forty-one steps from the laundry room to her bedroom. Her panties were pulled up into her cameltoe the last few months, and he thought it started right after he turned seventeen.

Jacking off was his routine after she closed her bedroom door. His records were two strokes as the quickest, and forty as the longest he had to stroke to come after seeing her cameltoe.

For the last year, he had seen only Mommy. He had been jacking off thinking of her as he'd seen her in his stolen glimpses for years.

The invitation to watch the movie was his getting everything ready and set up for the question.

About halfway through the movie, he stopped it and said, "I think we should put on something more comfortable. Let's take a break."

He got up from the couch, stretched so that the bulge of his cock pushed his Chinos within mere inches from her face.

She was mesmerized and started to take his buckle open when he pushed his Chinos and underwear to his knees. He said, "I have been waiting over a year for this moment, Mommy. I have a single question for you."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Will you fuck me, Mommy?"

The silence was deafening, but within three seconds, she had Dale's cock in her mouth, tightly sealed around the shaft.

Mommy fellated him expertly and edged him for almost ten minutes before he couldn't stop himself.

He said, "Oh, Mommy, I am coming." as he came in her mouth.

Mommy slid her mouth off his cock, keeping the mouthful of his fresh warm come. Rising over him, she kissed him, screwing the tip of her tongue into his mouth and snowballing his load of come. He nearly gagged, but after realizing what was happening, he snowballed the cud of come and saliva back and forth with her eventually swallowing.

His come-smeared cock was still hard, and when she moved her hips, he caught a chance to pin her down and push his cock into her gaping vagina. He was overwhelmed and had to withdraw, or he would have come again immediately.

Backing up, he placed his mouth on her clitoris and felt her shudder in her orgasm. He pushed her heels beside her ears and slithered his tongue up and down the crease and opening of her ass and vagina until she came again.

In his mouth he gathered as much muck as he could. He moved up to kiss her, snowballed the mess with her, and she swallowed the entire collection.

Loving the nastiness, he was as hard as he could ever recall, and with her nod of agreement, she mounted him cowgirl and rode him until she came twice, and he came a ton once.

As they lay side by side, panting and cooling off, she felt his cock still hard and said, "I want you to move into my bedroom today, son."