Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 3 - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 3

... games. In those short few hours, our lives returned to what they always had been. And despite the fact that Chris and I both were looking forward to events at night, we both thoroughly enjoyed our time together laughing and playing around the coffee table. When we finally called it a night, I could tell that Charles was exhausted and I’d have no trouble slipping out later. Still I lied next to him, playing with myself softly, patiently waiting for the right time to leave. It was so tough to not just go to town on myself, especially after everything I had done during the day. But I resisted, instead slowly working my fingers in my pussy, getting me even more heated. And after hearing the confirmation of my husband’s snoring, I decided that now was the time to make my move. I scurried over to my closet and pulled out the bags from earlier in the day and slowly changed into the lace g-string and bra. I took my time ensuring that Chris would be even more worked up waiting for me. Next, I unpacked the fishnet and gently slid them up each leg, loving the feeling against my skin. When that was done, I finished my outfit by carefully getting into the high heels. I took a couple of practice steps by walking my way to the full length mirror to see how I looked. After fixing my hair a little, I felt satisfied with everything and began heading for Chris’ room; my heart beating as fast as it did on my own wedding night. There would be no turning back now. Seeing the glowing light ...

... underneath his door, I didn’t bother knocking and just opened it. “Wow” Chris said, sitting on the end of his bed. He took another few seconds to glance over my body. “Do you like it? I had it –“ Before I could finish, Chris rushed towards me and had his hands on my tits and his lips on my mouth before I could say another word. His kiss was hard; pressing himself passionately against my own lips. His breathing was heavier than I had ever heard it, yet his hands were surprisingly gentle. “Mom, you look so sexy! From your legs, to your tits, to your ass” he said, playfully slapping it. “I’m glad you like it honey! Now help mommy to your bed, it’s hard to walk in these!” Chris held me, step by step to his bed, all the while marveling at my body. His left hand supported my ass, while his right hand held my arm and we kissed our way to his bed. Upon reaching it, we collapsed with Chris pinning me down. Still, we continued to kiss, while Chris’ left hand worked its way toward my tits. His right hand was playing with my leg through the fishnets, but I grabbed it and guided it towards my pussy. He understood what I intended and began playing with it, but still with the front of the g-string in the way. So, I had to push the material aside on my own before I finally felt his bare fingers against my pussy. Upon making contact, Chris instinctively stopped our kiss to look down at what he was doing. “Did you want to repay mommy back? Do you want to eat mommy’s pussy?” I asked, removing the g ...