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

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 6 end

... Caught up in our fucking, I hadn’t noticed that my husband had moved his ladder even closer to us now, and we could both hear the sound of leaves ruffling right above us. Chris’ eyes were staring at his ceiling and his thrusting had stopped. I slapped his face with my foot, not too hard, but strong enough to jerk his attention back to me. “Focus!” I yelled, staring down at his cock. “Sorry, mom” he stuttered, before returning his motion. “Oh yes, honey! Your father never fucked me like this!” I teased, catching his smile as a response. While his right hand held my foot, I took his free left one and guided it to my asshole. “Do you want to fuck mommy’s asshole? I never let your father get close to it, only you!” I teased seductively. “Yeah, mom?” he asked sarcastically, already knowing he was my first anal. “Mhm” I teased, nodding my head innocently as I licked my fingers and slowly brought them to my ass, lubing it up for him. “He wouldn’t even know what to do with it” I whispered, pouting my lips innocently. Chris took a few seconds to watch me tease him before pressing his cock against my asshole. He was taking too long for me so I slapped him again with my foot. “Stop playing around and fuck mommy’s ass!” “Uuugghh! Yes!” I moaned in satisfaction when he pushed himself all the way in. I covered my mouth up and screamed loudly as Chris fucked me on his desk, shaking the entire surface. I was so happy I had turned the radio on; otherwise my husband was going to hear me for ...

... sure! Chris had abandoned my foot and pushed me legs even more towards my body, exposing my ass for him to fuck. I complimented him by curling myself up and grabbing my knees, just enjoying the sensation of Chris plowing his cock deep into me. With my hands occupied, I covered up my screams by biting down hard on my lower lip, almost causing it to bleed. “YES! YES! YES!” I moaned, watching Chris’ face as he thrusted into me. We both could hear the sounds of his father working getting closer to us, and the closer it got, the harder Chris seemed to fuck me. “Mom…are you almost there? I don’t think – “ “Ahhhh! Fuck!” I moaned; my orgasm cutting off his question. The shaking from my body vibrated his desk more, only adding sound to the room. Chris only lasted a few seconds more than me, making sure I climaxed before he came into me as well. We stood still, motionless for a few seconds, as we listened to the sound of my husband’s footsteps as he climbed down the ladder and moved it a few feet over before climbing back up again. “Let’s get ready for our date!” I exclaimed, getting off his desk. “Ok! Should we leave now?” “Right after your dad comes back!” I headed back to my closet to change and decided to go with some leggings so that Chris could grope my ass anytime he wanted and a fairly thin sweater. I debated about wearing a bra or not but felt it was a little too risky, even for me, to go without it. I finished it off with a regular pair of flats that I could wear without ...