Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris

... just about ready. Do you want to take a break and help me set the table?” “Yeah, that sounds good!” he said. But as he began getting out of his chair, it threw off my balance and I stumbled forward. Instinctively, my left hand reached for the ground to brace my fall, causing my tits to press firmly against the side of his leg. “Whoops!” “Shit! I’m sorry mom, I didn’t mean to trip you!” he said, reaching down to try and help me up. I rotated towards him, with my tits still against his legs, and gladly accepted his hand to help pull me up. I wasn’t sure if through all the commotion he even noticed, but the feeling I had from it was more than enough. “It’s okay honey. It was half my fault anyways!” I said laughing. With my balanced regained, I leaned in and gave him another quick kiss, the third of the day. “Thanks for being a gentleman and helping me up!” “Ok let’s go downstairs and set up dinner!” My husband came back just as the table was finished being set and we enjoyed another interactive family meal. Everybody seemed to be in great spirits; my daughter was excited about her new field trip, my husband about getting some company tickets to the weekend’s football game, my son about finishing his first high school exam, and me of course from spending the afternoon flirting with Chris. Even though I had no clue whether anything I had done was affecting the way he saw me, it felt too good to stop. I really did feel like I was back in high school again! I spent the rest of the ...

... evening enjoying some TV shows in my bedroom with the other important man in my life. When my husband was tired and decided to call it a night, I wasn’t even disappointed that he didn’t want any sex again. I waited patiently until I heard his snoring before I started to play with myself again. The feeling of touching myself right next to my husband combined with the images I had of Chris in my head, got me off incredibly fast, and hard. Soon after, I fell asleep as well, anticipating when I could be alone with Chris again. I awoke the next morning bursting with energy for the day to begin. While I normally dreaded getting up out of bed, I couldn’t wait to do so today. I nearly skipped my way downstairs and into the kitchen to get Chris’ breakfast started. “Morning honey!” I said, spotting him walking into the kitchen. “Good morning, mom. Smells good, pancakes?” he said, moving over to the stove to see his food. With him standing so close, I couldn’t help myself and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Go sit down, I’ll get you a plate!” Chris happily took a seat on the kitchen table and I served him a plate. “Do you want any fruit or whipped cream on it?” I said, handing him the syrup. “Nah, syrup is fine.” While Chris ate his breakfast, I went back to cooking up another batch for my husband and daughter. I was hoping that I could finish before he was done and kiss him good bye, but he engulfed his plate too quick for me to catch up. But to my surprise, when he finished, he ...