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

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 2

... the slight interruption to move myself onto the kitchen stool so that I could comfortably sit down. When we continued, Chris’ kissing seemed a bit shyer, so I made up for it by being even more aggressive; my tongue violently twisting around inside his mouth. Soon enough, Chris caught on to the fact that I wasn’t worried and returned the intensity with his own enthusiasm. However, just as we were getting really into it, we both heard the sound of footsteps upstairs. Chris instantly freaked out and was pulling himself away, but I knew from the sound of the light steps that it was my daughter and not my husband. So instead of letting Chris stop, I pulled him back into me, giggling as I continued to kiss my son. “Mom..mhm..someone’s…awake” he said through my kisses, still trying to pull himself apart. “Don’t worry… it’s your sister.” “We’ll stop if she comes down.” I was too turned on to let my daughter possibly spoil it. While we continued our make out session, I glanced at the kitchen clock and realized that we had been going at it for over 10 minutes! I wanted to slow down and enjoy it, but the footsteps were now getting louder and clearly on the steps of the staircase. “Wait!” I said, holding Chris’ lips still. I continued making out with him, even as the footsteps came further down the stairs. In fact, the closer my daughter’s steps got to the bottom, the more intense I kissed my son, savoring every second left. It wasn’t until her steps were clearly on the first floor, ...

... that I finally broke the kiss off with Chris. Just as I did so, my daughter came strolling into the kitchen. “What are you doing up so early, sweetie?!” I said nervously. “I wanted to watch morning cartoons!” she answered. I checked her reaction to see if she had seen anything, but she seemed completely oblivious. “Okay go ahead then, do you want something to eat?” “Cocoa Puffs!” she nearly shouted, walking into the pantry to get the cereal. I turned back to my son to see the scared look in his eyes. Still, I took the opportunity to plant one last kiss on him, pouring in as much passion as I could in the few seconds I had. “Go sleep honey! I’ll wake you up at noon!” “Thanks mom! You’re the best!” “Mommy! Do you want to watch cartoons with me?” my daughter asked. “Sure sweetie, at least for a little bit.” It was an odd feeling; sitting there watching harmless cartoons with my 9 year old daughter when five minutes ago my tongue was shamelessly in my 14 year old son’s mouth. I felt so naughty! Luckily, the time I spent with Jessie helped alleviate some of the built up sexual tension inside me. Without it, I wasn’t too sure if I’d be able to resist not sneaking up into my son’s room to continue our session. I continued to spend time with my daughter until my husband got up and came down the stairs. “Good morning, dear!” I said, handing him a mug of coffee. “Good morning” he responded. “You want some eggs?” “Yeah, that sounds great. Wow, when did she get up?” he said, pointing to my ...