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

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

... making us both laugh. “So, mom did you finish packing too?” “Yeah, while you were at school” I answered, helping him organize his suitcase. “When’s our flight again?” “6:45 boarding time. But we need to get to the airport earlier to check in and go through security and just in case anything delays us.” “hmm” he nodded, stuffing the last of his things in. With Chris wrapping up his packing, I received a text from my husband saying he was 10 minutes away. “Your dad’s back in 10. Let’s get everything downstairs and we can leave as soon as possible!” Chris took his own luggage downstairs first before rushing back upstairs to grab mine and his father’s bigger suitcase as well. “Thanks honey!” I exclaimed, giving him a kiss on the cheek when he came down the second time. “Could you get your sister’s too?” I asked. “Sure, mom” he smiled back. Just as Chris made another trip upstairs, my husband pulled into the driveway. I opened the door for him and greeted him with a hug. “Wow it’s cold outside!” my husband said, shivering. “Oh good, the luggage is all down already. I’m gonna start loading it onto the car” he exclaimed, grabbing a suitcase and heading out the door. “Sweetie! Do you have your backpack?” “Yup!” she replied, holding it up for me to see. “Good! If you have to go to the bathroom, go now! Otherwise, wait in the car. We’ll be there in a few minutes!” “I’m okay mom!” she exclaimed, putting on her shoes before exiting the house. “Is that all of it?” my husband asked. “This ...

... is the last one dad” Chris replied, walking down the stairs with his sister’s small suitcase. “Whoo! Okay! We should have plenty of time then” my husband smiled. “Ok everybody in the car! I am just going to check on the garage door and stove” I said, shooing both the men out the door. I made a quick scan of the house before joining them in the car, taking the front passenger seat. “So you excited to for winter break? Excited to see your grandparents?” my husband asked, looking in the rearview mirror at Chris and Jessie. “Yeah! I can’t wait for Disneyworld!” my daughter exclaimed. Every Christmas break, our families gathered either at our house or my parents summer place in Orlando. We alternated each year, and this year it was time for warm weather! It was always a festive time, if simply because of how lively it is with everyone there. My parents as well as Charles’ would be there, along with my younger sister Lily. This year, Charles’ younger brother and his wife, Mark and Rachel were also joining us. My sister was still single, while Mark and Rachel had a daughter a year older than Jessie, Elizabeth. The two young girls got along great together. Charles’ parents were fantastically nice people. They were nothing more than welcoming of me from the moment Charles introduced me to them almost 20 years ago. And they were terrific grandparents, always calling each week and inquiring about the well-being of Chris and Jessie. Charles’ brother was a lot like Charles himself, fairly ...