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

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 6 end

... towards his cock. I still had my socks on, but I could tell the effect would still be the same. “I’d love to!” he answered, with his cock starting to get hard again. “We can pick out a few sandals as well for when we visit your grandparents over the Christmas break. Would you like that honey? Would you like seeing mommy’s cute feet in the water? You can help mommy rub suntan lotion on them” I whispered teasingly, biting his ear tenderly. “Mom, you always know exactly what to say!” “Or would you rather fuck mommy on the beach? We could sneak off at night and fuck as long as you want under the night sky!” “Okay, I think I’m ready again!” he exclaimed, guiding my hand up and down his hard cock. Just as he said that, we both heard the sound of metal clanging against asphalt. I got off the bed to check the surrounding outside Chris’ window and was disappointed to see my husband bringing his ladder to the front side of the house. “Should we move to your bed?” Chris asked. I took another look and closed the blinds to both his windows. “Let’s fuck here” I smiled. Chris grinned as he slid his pants all the way off before returning his eyes back on me, waiting for me to return. “Oh honey. When I said let’s fuck here, I mean, let’s fuck…right here!” I said, standing next to his desk with his window less than 2 feet in front of me. Chris was still lying down, not sure if I was joking or not, so to goad him in, I pulled my right leg up alongside his desk and laid my upper body on it. ...

... “Come on honey!” With that, he quickly got off his bed and got behind me, inserting his cock roughly inside my pussy. “Oh Yes!” I moaned. With how wet my pussy was, Chris didn’t have any problems going right to a good speed, thrusting his cock hard inside me. Between the sound of our fucking and the desk being banged against the wall from each one of Chris’ thrusts, I had no choice but to switch his clock radio on. “I can hear your dad getting closer!” I giggled, fucking myself back onto his cock. It seemed to drive Chris too, as he slammed into me even harder. “Fuck! Mom, can you sit on my desk?” Chris took himself out and I quickly turned myself around to sit down, scooting my pussy as close to the edge of the desk as possible. Chris grabbed my legs and brought them together in front of him before entering my again. “Oh Fuck, Yes! I love how tight your pussy is in this position!” he exclaimed. “Then fuck mommy harder!” I said, hearing my husband by the side of his window. I gently pulled the blinds out a little to take a glance. And even though I could only see his legs, just knowing my husband was right there made it feel so hot getting fucked by Chris! “Sniff mommy’s feet!” I said through my panting, shoving my foot at his nose. Chris tried to take my sock off, but I slapped his hand aside with my other foot. “Not til later!” I teased. “You only get to taste mommy’s socks now!” Chris nodded and passionately took my other foot in his mouth, licking my toes through the cotton. ...