Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris

... sink actually served as a mirror; allowing me to watch my son eat his sandwich behind me. “So how was your Friday?!” I asked, in an attempt to redirect his eyes on me. “It was okay. The teachers' seemed to take the two days off as a chance …to … dump… more work on us” his words faltering towards the end. The stutter caused me to look up from the sink and saw through the reflection of the window, that Chris’ eyes were staring right at my ass and legs! The sight made my heart rate go through the roof and I nearly dropped the pan I was washing! While we continued to make small talk, my eyes never left the window. I watched intently as Chris took small glances at me while he ate. He wasn’t openly staring, either out of fear of me turning back around or because he was still confused about his feelings. Regardless, the attention he was giving me was exactly what I wanted! My shorts were by no means obscene, but showed much more of my legs than anything else I normally wore. I wanted to give Chris all his eyes desired, so I just stayed by the sink, pretending to wash the pan long after it was already clean. Chris himself was eating his sandwich uncharacteristically slow, and the longer my back was to him, the bolder he grew in watching me. When I saw that he was finally close to finishing his food, I decided to drop the washing act as well. I turned the water off and made sure to give plenty of hints that I was about to turn around. “Whew, it’s humid today!” I said, fanning my face ...

... a bit. The combination of frying the sandwich as well as the heat generated from Chris’ eyes really was causing me to sweat. ‘Yeah it is. Mom, did you just finish working out?” he asked shyly. “Yeah. I ran a bit late today with errands, so I didn’t get my yoga session in until just before you came home! Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing. I just asked since you’re wearing workout clothe.” “Yeah, there are a lot of leg workouts in yoga so I usually wear shorts. You don’t like them?” I asked, trying to sound innocent. “No..no, I do! I do like them!” he quickly replied. “I mean your shorts! I like your shorts! Not..not…that I don’t like your legs!... I mean-“ His stammering made me laugh out loud! “Oh thanks honey! It’s so nice for someone to take notice!” I said, trying to relieve the tension. Seeing his face still bright red from stumbling over his own words, I moved in to give him a comforting hug and another kiss on the lips. “Mhm! I think I got a little bit of your cheese!” I said, with a beaming smile. Chris had no idea how to react and just awkwardly smiled as he stared at his own mother shamelessly flirting with him. I then pulled away and turned to my pose my legs in different positions for him to see. “So you really think it looks good? I’ve been doing yoga for a few weeks now and I wasn’t sure about the results?” “Yeah…Yeah. Your legs looks good, mom” he said reluctantly. “Really?! You’re not just saying that are you?” I teased further. Seeing that his compliment made me ...