Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 2: Part 1 - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 2: Part 1

... willpower than I expected. “Mom, we shouldn’t! It’s way too risky! And mom…have you…have you been drinking?” he asked, taking a whiff of the wine off my breath. “Did you taste it on mommy?!” I giggled, still pinning him against the counter. I dug my tongue deeper into his mouth, moaning as I did. “Oh fuck. Let’s at least go –“ “Shut up! Mommy wants you here!” I giggled, grabbing his cock. I quickly began sliding his shorts down as Chris half-heartedly fought my hands. But the harder I kissed him, the more distracted his hands became, until finally I had his cock out in the open. Because of the alcohol, I had no care at all if someone was to walk in. I was by no means drunk, but had more than enough to be judgment impaired. “Uuugghh!” I moaned, getting his cock in my mouth. Chris moaned with me and his hands were now on my head, no longer resisting me advances. I started off by just teasing his head with my tongue, but Chris knew too well about the risk we were already taking. He immediately began to thrust his cock into my mouth as he held my head still. I had no problems at all with his approach and let him do as he wished, keeping my throat open for him to slam into. “Fuck, mom! You’re such a slut doing this here!” His words inspired me further, causing me to slurp even louder on his cock, risking that the noise of the TV was enough to drown it out. Every time Chris let go of me so I could get air, I made sure to spit on his cock, covering it with my saliva so it could ...

... slide it in and out of my mouth even easier. While Chris continued to assault me orally, my own hand had worked its way into my shorts, rubbing my clit roughly. The harder my throat was being abused, the faster my fingers worked. I could feel my climax building and without even realizing it, I had pushed my shorts aside, letting me squirt all over the kitchen floor. “Ooouggghh!” I panted, breathing rapidly to recover my breath. Chris, however, didn’t give me any breaks as he still hadn’t cum yet. Not letting me go to recover, his hands remained around my head, fucking my face forcibly. “Ahhh Fuck!” he gasped, covering up his scream. His cock was so far down my throat that I didn’t get to taste his cum at all. As I swallowed him, his grip around me relaxed until I could pull myself off his cock. I gave the head a few twirls just to clean him up. “You look so sexy doing that mom!” he said, petting my hair. “Let’s see how you look cleaning mommy up then!” I teased, standing back up. I gently pushed Chris’ shoulders down as he got on his knees. The floor below my feet was still covered with my juices. I stepped out of my sandals into the puddle, soaking my toes in it and bringing it to Chris’ mouth. He hesitated at first, but I didn’t give him a choice, shoving it into his mouth while giggling loudly. “Suck on mommy’s toes!” I instructed, choking him with my foot. Chris went from a state of shock to passion in an instant, his tongue darting in between my toes as he circled each one. ...