Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 3: Part 2 - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 3: Part 2

It had been less than a week; less than a week since I actively tried to cuckold my husband and I was already hooked. At nights, when I couldn’t fall asleep, I would run through image after image of my son’s cock, slamming into me while my husband had his head turned. As a result, I woke up even hornier than usual in the mornings, having Chris fuck me longer than we both had time for. So instead of letting him catch the bus, I drove him to school four days straight, making him satisfy my urges completely before he left. Chris of course never complained, even offering to skip school one day so we could have the whole day to fool around. And as tempting as that sounded, I had to be a mother first, making sure he never lost focus on his education. But wow, was it hard turning down a day full of cock! As I tediously vacuumed the living room floor on Friday morning, I couldn’t help but notice the abrupt change of outlook on the weekend. Before our vacation, I hated most weekends, hated how little alone time Chris and I had as compared to schooldays. But, now, like most other people, I couldn’t wait for the weekend, only mine was for a completely different reason; I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to cuckold my husband more. It was still hours until Chris got home, normally causing me to be very restless. But, today I had other things to take care of, most noticeably getting a new pedicure. So once I ate lunch, I headed out to the mall, making the nail salon my first stop. ...

... Linda, one of the nail technicians there, had gotten familiar with me. She serviced me every two weeks or so, as Chris liked to mix it up. I had gone through tons of different styles and colors, but it seemed the more simple pedicures were always his favorites. “If you don’t mind me asking, your husband has quite the foot fetish doesn’t he?” she said with a little laugh. “Why do you ask?” I smiled. “Because it’s the middle of winter and you’re still taking such care of your feet!” she laughed. “He does” I giggled, thinking of Chris. I loved how whenever people asked about my husband, my mind instantly went to Chris, and not Charles. Even if we weren’t married by name, my mind had already made the transfer. And if it weren’t for Chris’ obvious young age, I would love to flirt with him more in public, openly proclaiming us as a couple whenever we were out alone. “Well, we have a few selections of massage oils available here in case your husband would ever like to… oh who are we kidding, he probably loves massaging your feet!” “I’ll definitely check them out” I laughed. “Thanks!” “Awesome! Ok, we’re all done here! Just need to let them dry” she smiled. “Let me know if you need anything else Jen!” “Great! Thanks again!” I stared down at my toes, glad that Chris had picked a solid white color. It really did look great, and I loved the glossy shininess of it too! “Well, what do you think honey : )” I texted to Chris, knowing he was eating lunch. “Yum! I can’t wait to taste them!” “Hehe! ...