Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 6 end - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 6 end

... Water’s fine!” Chris snapped, knowing he was close. “Uh…okay” Sharon answered, looking at us quizzically before leaving. “Mom, you’re –“ I broke off his words with a deep kiss on the mouth, only checking around afterwards. When I saw no one looking, I went back for more, giggling the entire time as I kissed Chris hard on the lips. My hand was still working his cock, pumping it rapidly underneath the table. “Fuck, mom stop! Stop! You’re gonna make me cum” he stammered. “Good!” I giggled. “Uhm…your water” Sharon said, surprising us both. I was still right attached to Chris, and knew it was too late to pull myself apart. So instead of doing so and making it seem like we just got caught do something wrong, I just played it off as nothing unusual. “Thanks!” I said, reaching out to accept the glass. I could see her staring at my right arm that was nestled along Chris’ body, with my hands conveniently out of sight. “Do you have any recommendations for appetizers?” I asked, wanting to keep her around as I played with Chris. My question broke her stare enough to look back up at me. “Most customers like our curly cheese fries. Would you like an order?” “Yeah that sounds great!” I answered, as I stroked Chris again. I made sure to make the movements of shoulder obvious, so that she could blatantly tell my arm was moving up and down. She took another glance at it but didn’t say anything and left. “Mom, I think she saw!” Chris said nervously. “I doubt it. She might suspect, but I don’t ...

... think she saw anything” I giggled. “Can mommy make you cum here? I promise to clean it up!” I said, licking my lips at him. “Mom don’t. You know I can’t resist you” he chuckled. “Ok fine!” I said, pulling my hand away. I loved how I could control my son’s sexual urges so much! “So what games do you want to play the most?” “I don’t know yet. But definitely the racing one; that’s always fun. How about you mom?” “Well you can teach me some of them. It’ll be like a real date!” I smiled, hugging his arm. When Sharon returned with our food, I could see the relief on her face when my both hands were visible on the table. The burger was better than expected, and we stuffed ourselves full before heading over to the arcade section. It was full of mostly other teenagers Chris’ age with a few adults scattered along the various machines. We got ourselves twenty dollars’ worth of tokens and began trying some of them out; air hockey first and then some of the other arcade games. I was no good at them, but I got a kick out of watching Chris play with such passion. And while his hands were busy with the joysticks, mine were busy touching him, at least as much as I could get away with; casually rubbing his cock as I watched him play. “Come on honey! You said you wanted to drive right?” I asked, pulling him towards the racing chair. There were two chairs, but both were separate from the rest of the arcade inside a small room. The walls were black, I’m guessing in order to give a more authentic ...