Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 2: Part 6 - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 2: Part 6

... the picture of me in the department store fitting room. It was from when Chris and I went on our first unofficial “date” to pick out the dress I was going to fuck him in. “Wait! I don’t remember letting you take this!” I said, slapping him playfully. “I know! I know! I’m sorry mom! I was afraid to ask, but you looked so sexy that I couldn’t help myself! Just look at your ass!” he exclaimed, squeezing me now. I laughed, hugging him tighter and rotating my body so that he could get a better feel. As we moved along the slideshow, the pictures got more and more graphic, showcasing me stripping, to sucking on his cock, to fucking him, and finally to me taking his cock in my ass. But Chris had managed to show each picture off as the act of two people in love and not just having sex. Many slides were done in black and white, accentuating my porcelain white skin and jet black hair. The happiness on my face in a few of the shots was something I had never seen before, not in any of our family pictures. But it was the last few pictures that hit me the hardest, pictures of the two of us together, away from the bedroom and in everyday life. It was the pictures of us laughing as we held each other’s hands, or cuddling as we enjoyed a movie, shopping together and trying out silly outfits that made me tear up. When he finished, my eyes were bawling from happiness without even realizing it. It was only when Chris went to wipe the tears away for me that I responded, giggling and whimpering at ...

... the same time as I hugged him. “Stop crying mom, you’ll ruin your makeup! And I was looking forward to doing that later!” he winked playfully at me, trying to cheer me up. I laughed at his joke. He was always able to make me laugh, always able to cheer me up no matter what my mood was. “I really am in love with you mom” he said in a serious tone. “Anytime I see someone sipping a cup of coffee I think of you. Anytime I eat a sandwich, pick up a novel, get in the backseat of a car, or even something as plain as passing a nail salon, I think of you. Everything reminds me of you mom” he chuckled at the end. His words were so heartwarming for me! “Even popcorn?!” I teased, smiling at him widely. “Ok, that one reminds me of Aunt Lily” he laughed, admitting defeat. “But you know what I mean mom” “Mommy feels the same way about you! I feel like I got a second chance at life with you, to do everything and be the person that I couldn’t the first time. No restrictions, no family pressures, just to be me, uninhibited, and with the person I love!” We spent the next few minutes romantically kissing, caressing each other gently at the same time. “So what did you get me mom?” he smiled. “Let’s just say mommy’s wasn’t anywhere near as romantic” I giggled, getting up and handing him his gift. As Chris tore away the wrapping paper, I kept my eyes focused on his face, waiting for his reaction. “Sweet! A real digital camera!” he exclaimed, holding it up and examining the back of the box. “I don’t ...