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

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 6 end

... starting to throw off my pacing, so I slid my left foot up to his face, shoving my toes in his mouth. “Much better!” I exclaimed, staring at him. Chris transferred his energy to my toes, licking at it wildly as his hands continued to instinctively free themselves above him. It was only now that I could hear myself shriek in ecstasy as I bounced on his cock. “YES! YES! Uggghhhh! Fuck that’s good!” I wanted to get myself deeper so I removed my foot from his mouth, replacing it with the fishnet gag that had fallen to the side of his mouth. I positioned my feet under me so that I was squatting on his ass, allowing me to bounce myself up and down fully on his cock. The more I rocked on him and the louder I screamed, the more Chris fought to get himself free. Finally, the fishnets couldn’t hold him anymore as he slipped his hands through the knot, freeing himself. He instantly removed his gag and sat himself up, embracing me in a hug as his cock joined me in thrusting up. “Fuck! Mom!” “Don’t Stop Chris! Don’t Stop!” I screamed, as our bodies slammed against each other. “FUCCCKKK!!!” I shrieked, with my pussy squirting all over the bed. My legs shook violently from the climax, causing me to fall before Chris caught me in his arms. Even with my orgasm, Chris was still trying to reach his own. Lost in the moment, he grabbed me and pushed me forward, laying me on my back as he got on his knees to continue fucking my ass. I was screaming inaudibly now as his cock pounded into my ass, ...

... prolonging my climax. “Ohhhh FUCuckkk! Uuuggghh!!” Chris screamed, his voice trembling as he came in my ass. He held me tightly, waiting for to empty all his jizz in me before collapsing himself backwards. As I recovered from my orgasm, I could hear Chris panting for every breath of air his lungs could fill. My mind was scrambled, almost drunk off the best fuck I’ve ever had. I looked over at him, gazing thoughtlessly to the ceiling, and no doubt in the same mental state as me. I began walking myself slowly over to the mirror, taking baby steps along the way, as my legs refused to cooperate with me. I looked like a mess and knew there was no time to bask in our post-fuck session glory; I’d have to change fast before my husband got home. “Honey…honey!” I exclaimed, louder the second time. “Go get cleaned up. Your dad’s going to be home soon” It took him a while to register any of my words, but soon I saw the familiar intelligence return in his eyes. “Yeah mom. I’ll grab the sheets and throw them in the laundry room. You can shower” “That sounds good!” I answered, picking up what was left of the outfit. “Mom you’re amazing! Thank you so much for that!” he exclaimed, hugging me from behind. I turned around to kiss him gently. “You don’t need to honey. That was the best sex mommy’s ever had. I hope I didn’t hurt you too much!” “No! I’m the one who should apologize to you. For a second there…if you had wanted to stop…I’m not sure –“ “I understand” I said, cutting him off with my ...