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

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

... quiet and socially awkward at time. I did however get along very well with Rachel. She was, like me in a way, a very stereotypical housewife and never failed to make others feel warm and invited. She more than made up for the lack of comedy from her husband and was such a joy to be around and talk to. As for my parents, they immigrated to the US in the early 80s after college in China. Over the last three plus decades, their English had become fine, albeit with the accent still present. They were very supportive of me and Charles when we married and I was always grateful to them for overlooking any racial differences. I got along fine with my parents, who have now retired in Florida and started enjoying all their free time. However, I was closest with my sister. She was almost 8 years younger than me, which gave me the special privilege of being both a sister and an authority figure to her as she grew up. And while my parents pinned their dreams of grandchildren on me, they pinned their career dreams on Lily, stereotypically pushing her to become a doctor. She ended up becoming not a medical doctor, but a PhD research fellow in biochemistry. She had her experimental side in college when she was finally free from my parents’ overprotective nature, but became much tamer as she grew older. I conversed with her over the phone or text almost daily, and was even tempted to tell her about me and Chris plenty of times! Ultimately I decided against it, not because I didn’t trust ...

... her, but felt it wasn’t right for Chris. “Chris, how about you?” my husband asked further. “Yeah it should be fun. It’ll be nice to take a break from school” he chuckled. The rest of the drive was full of conversation, as everyone’s spirits seemed high from the holiday mood. We parked in the long term parking garage and had plenty of time to get checked in and find our gate. “Mom can I see the tickets?” Chris asked, as we sat waiting at our gate. “Here you go!” I answered, handing them to him. “What’s up?” “Just looking at where we’re sitting” “Did you want to –“ “Bad news dear” my husband said, interrupting us. “So the snow‘s caused some delays. We’re gonna be here another 3 hours before our flight takes off. “ The three of us all groaned, almost in unison, with my daughter leading the charge. “I know, I know. But there’s nothing we can do” my husband said. “What time do we arrive then?” Chris asked. “Accounting for the time zone change, sometime in the morning.” “What are we supposed to do til then?!” my daughter exclaimed, noticeably frustrated. “Well, there are some shops. Do you want to go see them?” I asked, trying to comfort her. “okayyy, I guess.” she sighed. “Let’s go then! We’ll be back later!” I said, waving goodbye to Chris and my husband. I walked with Jessie around the few duty free stores in the area for an hour or so. Most of the products were geared more for adults and the only thing she found entertaining were some magazines that had her favorite teen band on ...