Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 5 - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 5

... myself with my glass buttplug, determined to go the whole night with it in me! As I was fixing my hair in the master bathroom, I heard the familiar buzzing sound of my phone. But when I went to check, I realized that it wasn’t mine, but my husband’s. He had left it on the counter when he came in to shave. “Dear. You just got a text. Sara wants to know when we’re getting there?” I yelled to my husband in the bedroom. Sara was Charles’ secretary, who started a few years ago. I only met her a few times, and aside from being fairly young, seemed nice enough. “What are you doing with my phone?” my husband asked, with a slightly nervous tone. “Nothing dear, you just left it here” I answered, focusing my attention back on my hair. “I’m going to go check on the kids and see if they’re ready.” “Huh? Yeah, ok” my husband answered with a smile, as he busily responded to the text. “Mommy! Do I look pretty?!” my daughter exclaimed, in her dress. At her age, she didn’t get the opportunity to dress up much and therefore savored every chance she got. “Just like princess Elsa!” I answered with a smile. “Go show daddy!” “Hmm!” my daughter nodded, running towards her father. I took advantage of the diversion to go to Chris’ room. “You look nice honey!” I said, entering his open door. He wasn’t dressed too formal, just a dress shirt and khaki’s, but still a noticeable upgrade over the t-shirt and jeans I was used to seeing. “Thanks mom” he said, turning his head to greet me. “Can you do my tie?” ...

... “Of course!” I answered, walking up to him. As I approached him, we automatically kissed first, out of habit. “There!” I said, putting the finishing touches on his tie. “Don’t you look handsome?! Is mommy going to have some competition?” I teased. Chris chuckled. “No way, mom. No girl can compete with you!” “Aww!” I exclaimed, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a kiss. As our lips embraced, Chris’ hands moved to my tits. “Not so rough honey! You’ll get wrinkles on mommy’s blouse! Here, play with my ass!” I said, hiking up my dress. It felt so hot making out with him, knowing Chris’ door was wide open and it wouldn’t take any effort for my husband to catch us! “Mhm! Stick your finger in mommy!” I whispered. Chris did as I asked, pushing me off him just enough to glide his hand in between our bodies, playing with my pussy as we made out. “Come on let’s go daddy!” my daughter urged, her voice carrying all the way across the hallway. Almost simultaneously, the two of us moved in unison to Chris’ door, closing it when I pushed him against it. “Chris! Dear! Are you guys ready?” my husband yelled from my bedroom. We ignored him for a second, as we enjoyed ourselves. But when he inquired a second time a few seconds later, I reluctantly broke it off with Chris. “Coming dear! Just fixing Chris’ tie” I yelled. “Well! Everyone looks pretty good!” my husband exclaimed, taking a glance at all of us. “Alright let’s go!” As we made our way to the car, I was surprised to smell the scent ...