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

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 2

... forward to the weekday again so we could have our alone time in the morning and afternoon. When Monday finally did come, it was exactly as we both wanted. Chris woke up earlier than usual so that after breakfast we had a free 15 minutes or so to make out. And when he came home in the afternoon, I was there waiting for him by the door. Our lips were all over each other, not wanting to waste any time before Jessie came home. He also seemed very content with just making out, his hands never really roaming anywhere below my shoulders. I didn’t know if it was because he was scared about how I would feel if he tried, or if he wasn’t ready, or if he didn’t know how far he wanted it go with me. Regardless, I didn’t want to pressure him and made it a point to myself that I would not take the next step, that he must be the one to initiate or at least show a major desire to move forward. I already felt slightly guilty that I was using my position as his mother to take advantage of him, so morally, I really didn’t feel comfortable pushing him any further. To relieve myself of any built up desires, at night, after my husband fell asleep, I would play with myself until I came. The next few days were much the same. Chris and I grew even closer together; talking and laughing with one another whenever we were alone and not making out. When we were with the family, both of us blended in perfectly; never giving any suggestions that there was something else going on between us. For the most ...

... part, we respected each others boundaries; I still let him live as a normal teenager and he never tried to interfere with my duties as a mother just because he wanted to make out. We also never really discussed what was actually going on. It was as if both of us knew that we shouldn’t be doing it, but enjoyed it too much to stop. It was just an understanding that the time after breakfast and before Jessie got home was our special time alone together. It wasn’t until Thursday afternoon that we took another step in our relationship. I was making my son a snack and we were just chatting like usual when the topic of his gym class at school came up. “Mom, are you still doing yoga?” he asked, nonchalantly. “Yup, still a few times a week” I answered, concentrating more on the pan then what he was asking. “Have you gotten better results now?” That question however, reminded me of the week earlier when he was checking me out. “hmm… I’m not sure. Do you to want judge for yourself?!” I exclaimed. Chris glanced over at the clock, noticing that it was only 10 minutes before his sister got home. But, before he could suggest me to do it tomorrow, I interrupted his thought. “Wait right here! Let me go change!” I shouted, already sprinting upstairs to my bedroom. I ran to get my shorts, but noticed from the corner of my eyes the yoga pants I had at the foot of my bed. Because I was pleased with how my legs looked, I had begun concentrating on my ass the last few workouts. The extra squats and ...