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

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 5

... orgasms, any hate I had for my husband began to dissipate as well. “We should get dressed honey” I said, looking out at the window. “Yeah” Chris said, without his usual post-fuck session energy. “What’s wrong honey?” “Huh? Nothing. It’s just what that woman said about dad. Kind of reminded me of…” he said letting his voice trail off. I had never talked to Chris about how he felt about this, since both of us were so caught up in each other. “You feel guilty about your dad?” I asked. “I did more at first. But, I couldn’t stop myself, especially seeing how energetic you were about it too. But it lessened after I thought more about it. I doubt dad and you are…” “How do you know?” I asked with a giggle. “Well I see my friends’ parents and they hug and kiss each other. They always mention how some nights they’re alone at home because their parents are out together, like on a date” he answered seriously. “I never see you and dad do that stuff. Any of that stuff, not even holding hands. At least not for a long time.” Even now, my son surprised me with just how smart and observant he was. “I wouldn’t feel too guilty for your father” I said, nodding my head out the window. Chris walked up next to me to look for himself. Charles’ co-workers were gone now, replaced by his secretary as they were being touchy with each other again. “You mean dad’s –“ “I don’t know. I’m not really sure I want to know” I said, with a smile. “Whatever’s the case, I’m pretty happy with how things are” I said, ...

... pulling him in for a kiss. “Sorry mommy got you so wet!” “And just to let you know. Mommy’s only fucking you” I said with a smile. “Who the fuck is that?” Chris exclaimed in anger, barely returning my kiss. “She’s got nothing on you mom.” I smiled back at Chris. His words were so comforting. “Oh I wouldn’t hate her too much” I said, getting a surprised look from him. “She might be the reason we’re fucking now!” I giggled, causing Chris to chuckle as well. “Come on let’s get fixed up and head downstairs before someone comes up!” I had Chris go down first, me following about a minute later. As I entered back into the living room, even in the midst of all the other bodies, my eyes very quickly found Carrie. She stared right back at me, standing with a group of ladies. I smiled at her, teasingly licking my index finger for her to see. The icy stare she had before no longer had the same fierce meaning behind it; she couldn’t intimidate me no matter what she did with her face. As I made my way to the backyard towards my husband, I was surprised at how cool I felt. It seemed the angry fuck session with Chris really did help alleviate any built up emotion. When I approached them, I couldn’t help but smirk at their horrible attempt to separate themselves. “Whatever” I thought. I wasn’t going to call them out on it or even bring it up with my husband. After all, it would spoil what Chris and I were doing. And I would much rather have my husband fooling around with this little hussy as ...