Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 4 - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 4

... “Of course, mom! It was amazing, just like everything else you do. I just mean…dammit, I wish Jessie doesn’t come home so early!” he said out of frustration. “Me too!” I shout back in playful agreement, causing us to both to laugh. “If she didn’t come home so early, I’d be able to get the quick one out of the way and still have enough time to get hard and really fuck you!” he clarified. “I know honey! And we’ll work on our timing. But for today, I promise you that you will have a chance. Even if it means I sneak off into your room at night for a quickie!” I said, embracing him for a hug. Despite the topic of our conversation was, it was still evident that Chris really was frustrated about how the afternoon had turned out. He seemed both disappointed in himself and that he had blown a wonderful opportunity. “Thanks mom. That did make me feel better.” “You’re okay then?” “Yeah, just a bit bummed out. But I’ll get over it.” “Good! Ok, mommy has to get dressed and go downstairs before your sister comes home. I’ll come back later if I can shake her free!” My daughter came home at the same time she always did, and like always, was relentless in pursuit of attention. I tried on multiple occasions to turn her attention elsewhere, but she seemed determined to unknowingly ruin any chance I had of sneaking off to Chris’ room. By four thirty, I completely gave up, knowing that I had to get dinner started soon. “Your sisters being a real cockblock :( “ “I know! I can hear her from ...

... upstairs!” “Are you going to be okay, honey?” “I’ll pull through, lol. Thanks for the footjob earlier. I must’ve seemed so ungrateful, but it really did feel amazing!” “Thanks, honey! It feels so nice to hear that!” “Mom, you’re so flexible! It makes you that much hotter!” “That’s all because of yoga!” “That reminds me, could you not shower tomorrow after your session?” “You want to smell mommy’s stinky feet? ; ) “ “YES! It’ll be so hot tasting it when it’s all sweaty and musky from your workout!” “Then I’ll make sure to go extra hard then!” “Mom, you’re the best!” “ : ) ” “Ok, I should get back to studying a bit. See you at dinner, mom!” “Ok, honey!” Preparing dinner was such a letdown after flirting with Chris. Add in the energy of my daughter and how turned on I still was, it made it that much worse. At her age, she had little understanding of the importance of anyone else’s time and kept repeating to me about art supplies she wanted for school. It seemed as part of her class field trip next week; every student had to prepare some type of artistic piece as well. “Sweetie, mommy’s cooking dinner. I don’t have time to go right now.” “Can we go afterwards? I really want to get it today so I can start working on it!” “I don’t know sweetie. Maybe you can ask your father.” “Oh my god, your father! Yes! He’ll take you! Daddy will take you to get them tonight!” I exclaimed, suddenly realizing that I could get both of them out of the house. “Yay!” she cheered. I was ecstatic! Knowing my ...