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

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 4

... fuck with Chris, I was extra horny. As soon as we sat down and my daughter started energetically telling us about her day, my left hand snaked its way to Chris’ lap, grabbing has cock through his jeans. I could feel him squirming in his seat, desperately trying to push my hand off without making it look too obvious. Little did he know, it only drove my desires even more! I slapped his hand aside a few times, until he finally gave up and accepted his fate as my hand massaged his cock while he calmly tried to eat his dinner. “That is good to hear dear! Are you going to be even busier now?” I asked my husband, acting completely natural. “It’s not certain yet. We’ll see. I have to make some phone calls with him later tonight” my husband responded. I maintained eye contact with him and smiled in agreement, while my hand unzipped Chris’ fly. Lucky for me, it didn’t take too much effort for my small hand to slip inside his jeans, wrapping it around his cock. “uugghh” Chris moaned softly, but not loud enough for his father to hear over my daughter’s voice. I giggled in response, taking another sip of my water. It was at this time that I decided to spring the good news to Chris. “So dear, when are you going to take Jessie to the art store?” “Right after dinner!” my daughter answered for him. Instead of waiting for their answer, I turned my eyes on Chris, waiting for his reaction. When he heard the news, his eyes just about popped out of his sockets and a huge smile came across ...

... his face. “Why are you so happy Chris?” my daughter asked, catching his reaction. My daughter’s question almost caused me to spit my water out in laughter. “Huh?…Nothing. Nothing. It’s…just that…uhm… this meatloaf. This meatloaf is really good!” Chris stuttered, his hands reacting wildly in surprise of his sister’s question. Along with his attempt to speak English, Chris accidentally knocked his fork off the table, causing it to bounce a few times on the ground before ending up by my feet. I quickly removed my hand from his cock and let Chris scoot himself down to pick it back up. But instead of letting him recover it easily, I took my right foot and pinned the fork down before Chris could reach for it. I could feel the warmness from the marinara sauce on the fork, which without a doubt, was also on my toes and sole by now. With my free left foot, I began looking for Chris’ mouth and slipped my toes inside. I was afraid I was taking it too far, but then I felt him lightly sucking on it, trying not to make any noise. I grabbed a few napkins and handed it to Chris under the table. “Make sure you clean up the floor of any stains honey!” I said, giving him more time to stay down there. “So what are the things that you need sweetie?” I asked, focusing my husband’s attention to my daughter. As we listened to her narrate off her laundry list of goods, underneath the table, I pulled my left foot out of Chris’ mouth and moved it to the back of his neck, pushing his head down. Chris ...