Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris

“How is it possible for one little girl to create this much mess!” I thought to myself while I spent another morning picking up clothe and trash from my daughter’s room. I loved my daughter Jessie, but now that she’s 9, she needs to learn to clean up after herself. I looked around her room and was met with nothing but untidiness; her bed unmade with pillows on the floor and a bed sheet clinging on to dear life of her mattress, a desk covered from coloring books to magazine clippings to god knows what else, and a heap of dirty laundry on the floor to top it all off. “When did my life become like this” I wondered aloud. I, Jenny, met my husband Charles early on in college and we hastily married soon after graduation. We’ve spent the last two decades together building our own home and family. Now at the age of 38, I was a proud mother of two; a smart and rapidly developing 14 year old son named Chris, and his juvenile, make my life difficult, 9 year old little sister Jessie. My husband Charles comes from a classic white American family while I have a strong Chinese heritage. Even though I was born in China, I spent all but the first three years of my life in the US, so despite looking very much Chinese, I culturally associate myself much more as an American than anything else. Upon tying the knot, both our families urged us to start a family as they were eager to become grandparents. I was just over 24 when Chris came into the world and we quickly realized that the only way our ...

... family would work was for me to stay at home. And right when Chris was entering the age of kindergarten, I became pregnant with Jessie, robbing my chance to reenter the workforce. Ever since then, I’ve happily accepted my role as a stay at home mom, letting my well-earned bachelor degree rot in an unmarked box in the office room closet. I loved both my kids, but its days like this that makes me wish I was dealing with the mess that adults left than that of my daughter. After finishing with Jessie’s room, I made my way to Chris’. His was almost the complete opposite of his sister’s. Chris’ floor was spotless, textbooks and journals neatly stacked on top of his computer desk, and a laundry basket that was full with actual laundry. I know it’s wrong to have favorites, but I couldn’t deny the fact that Chris was much better on my overall blood pressure than his sister. He was a wonderfully easy child to raise and hardly ever talked back to Charles and me. Now in his first year of high school, he was developing into a fine young man. Chris isn’t very athletic and had never shown much interest in sports, but fortunately for him, also wasn’t anywhere near the socially awkward teenager that his father was. At 5’3, he was just about the same height as me, and from me, had inherited my brown eyes and black hair. However, his skin color and facial features were much closer to his father. In fact, most times, people had difficulty believing he was actually my child as for the most part ...