Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 2 - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 2

The next morning I woke up just as early as usual, even though it was a Saturday. I guess my body had just naturally adjusted itself to that time to get up. I walked through the silent house and into the kitchen to get some coffee. But as I opened a magazine to read, I heard the sound of footsteps down the stairs. I turned around to surprisingly see my son. “Honey? What are you doing up?” “Oh, I haven’t gone to sleep yet. My friends and I got carried away with some games. I just came down to get some food before turning in. What about you mom, how come you’re up?” “Used to waking up around this time, so I couldn’t fall back asleep. Can I make you some breakfast?” “Uhm, just some eggs and bacon is fine. Thanks mom” he said, approaching me to give me a standard kiss. When he broke it off, I felt disappointed by the shortness of it. I guess Chris had taken the “pretend it never happened approach.” It made me sad, but again, I didn’t want to push him so I just let it go. We chatted a bit just like usual while I made enough food for the both of us. He told me that his friends and he were going to see a movie in the afternoon after gaming all night. “Ahh, that’s a nice way to enjoy the weekend! So you’re trying to get some sleep before then, huh?” I said, handing him his eggs and bacon. “Yeah, all of us are” he laughed. Chris looked noticeably tired from his all-nighter so I kept the chit chat to a minimum. He seemed to notice his own decreased energy level as well; “Sorry I’m not ...

... as talkative mom. Just really sleepy” he said with a quiet laugh. “Thanks again for breakfast. Oh, could you come and wake me up later around noon?” he asked, handing me his plate. “Yeah sure, I’ll wake you up then” I replied. I moved in for our normal good bye kiss, but was pleasantly surprised when he immediately kissed me back as well. “one sec honey!” I turned to the sink and gently dropped our plates off before returning back to him to resume our kiss. Even though he was tired, his kiss was anything but lethargic. It didn’t take long until both of our tongues were probing in the other one’s mouth again. The sounds of our make out session and heavy breathing filled the kitchen air, yet neither one us stopped. Our kissing grew more and more intense and I noticed that Chris seemed to develop a fondness for sucking on my tongue. I enjoyed it just as much and voluntarily snaked my own tongue into his mouth, letting him softly clamp his lips around it. Suddenly, our kissing stopped simultaneously, as we heard the flushing of a toilet upstairs. While Chris looked slightly flustered from the noise, I found the possibility of being caught a huge turn on and returned to kissing my son. “Mom, you heard that too right?” he asked with just a hint of fear in his voice. “Don’t worry about it! It’s probably just your father getting up to use the bathroom before going back to sleep. No one ever wakes up this early!” I said, returning my lips on to Chris’ before he could protest. I used ...