Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 2: Part 5 - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 2: Part 5

... boldly walking out of Chris’ room and into the hotel corridor. Just as I expected, as soon as I entered my room, I was met with the unmistakable sound of Charles’ snoring. He was already passed out on the bed, clothes on and all. “And to think we were worried about him” I said, turning over to Chris. “Should we go back to my place then and finish?” “Yeah, we can –“ I answered, before pausing .”How about we finish here?” I smiled mischievously at Chris. Chris’ eyes bulged out, expectedly surprised from my suggestion. “Here? I…I don’t know mom. I’m not quite sure –“ I giggled loudly at his reluctance, grabbing his hand towards me so we could make out. Chris wasn’t nearly as responsive as he was a few minutes ago when his father was just on the phone. But now with him literally five feet away, he was showing some shyness; too bad it only turned me on more! “Mom! Mom! I really think –“ “Shut up honey!” I said, slapping him across the face. “Mommy wants you right here!” I moaned, tugging his cock. “And besides…he’s out cold!” I said, slapping my husband across the face, getting no reaction. I pushed Chris down by the foot of the bed, sitting on his lap as we made out. I had my bra and panties off in instant, using my body to seduce Chris’ inhibitions away. It seemed to be working as he returned my kisses more willingly. Soon enough, the sound of our lips and moans drowned out that of my husband’s snoring. I slowly leaned into him until his back was lying flat on the bed. From ...

... there, I crawled up his body, until I was able to comfortably sit on his face. “Get mommy ready!” I said, pulling his hair. I helped spread my lips apart for him, letting Chris’ tongue slither in and out of my pussy. “Yes! That’s mommy’s good boy!” I exclaimed, rubbing my pussy across his face. The deeper his tongue went inside me, the more I squeezed his head with my thighs. Chris’ hands were feeling down my legs, from my hamstring to my calves and then of course, to my feet. He rubbed my soles lightly, trying to tickle me! I giggled from his touch, making me smother his face even more. Even with his mouth full of pussy, I could hear Chris laughing too, getting the response he wanted from me. “Ok enough playing around, honey! Mommy needs to get fucked again!” I got in doggy on the bed, my head right next to my sleeping husbands. “Mom…I can’t… I can’t with dad-“ “Better?!” I smiled, pushing my husband’s face the other way. “A little” Chris said, wetting his fingers as he slid them inside me. Chris warmed my pussy up again with a few thrusts of his fingers before giving me the same treatment with his cock. “Yes! Harder honey! Mommy wants it rough right now!” I exclaimed, smiling seductively back at him. Chris nodded his head, picking up pace as he jammed his cock in and out of my pussy. “Even harder!” I exclaimed. I waited for a few seconds, ready for him to go even faster, but got nothing. “Fuck mommy already!” I screamed, looking back at him in anger. I could see that he was ...