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

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 4

... immediately got the message and began licking my right toes, cleaning it of any sauce. After a few more seconds, I finally removed my foot to free Chris, but to my surprise, he stayed down a little longer, licking the bottom of my feet clean before returning to his seat. “Thanks, honey!” I said, trying to hide my laugh as I looked at Chris. His face looked so nervous! It was actually a turn on for me to tease him like this, knowing that, despite his protest, he could never resist me fully either! My husband gave us a puzzled look, but before he could say anything, my daughter interrupted him. “So can we daddy? Right after dinner?” “Yeah, we can go after dinner” he answered. “YES!” my daughter shouted, slamming her palms on the table in excitement. “How’s school Chris? Getting busier as the school year wears on?” my husband asked. “A little bit. But, for tonight I think I’ll take a break after dinner and just study later” he answered, taking a glance at me. “Well, I’m sure you know what you’re doing son. “ “He sure does” I added, smiling at Chris. The rest of dinner went by a lot quicker than usual, and even I restrained myself from touching Chris any more. Besides, my daughter’s incessant protesting for everyone to hurry up helped. So of course, like always, the rest of the family bended to the will of a nine year old little girl. “Daddy, hurry up!” she said, dragging his hand towards the garage. As they passed by I couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on my husband’s ...

... face that screamed “why did I agree to this?” Unlike most nights where Chris left for his room after dinner, today he stayed in the kitchen, waiting with me for his father to leave. And as soon as we both heard the sound of my husband’s car starting, we embraced each other. “Did you do a good job cleaning mommy’s feet?” I smiled. “I think so! Even if I didn’t, I can now!” “Do you want to take mommy here?” I said, between our kissing. “Where did you have in mind?” “We could fuck on mommy’s bed?” I teased. “Really?!” “Or how about we fuck in your dad’s office room?!” I asked, even more excitedly. “You’re such a slut!” he exclaimed, slapping my ass. “Let’s just start in mommy’s bed and go from there!” I said, taking his hand and heading upstairs. Once we were naked, Chris was definitely a little shyer than usual on my bed. I didn’t know if he was a little intimidated or just overwhelmed. Fortunately, the more I made out with him, the more comfortable he became. “Mom, how much time do we have?” “At least half an hour, maybe more.” “Get on top of me honey, I want you to fuck and kiss me at the same time.” Chris, whether he knew the name or not, entered me in missionary position, fucking me gently. And unlike our first night, he learned to rest his weight on his elbows, allowing him to preserve his energy. “Fuck mommy faster!” I encouraged, pulling his legs into me. Chris responded accordingly and worked up a quick pace, pumping his cock deep into me with each thrust. He also didn’t ...