Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris

... quickly walked up to Chris and confidently kissed him, even subtlety slipping my tongue out and flicking it across his lips. Because he saw me check his sister’s position, Chris knew what I was going for and I felt him ever so slightly, kiss me back. I responded by dancing my tongue between his lips, teasing it to be let in. But before things got too out of hands, I pulled myself away. I was too nervous about my daughter seeing us. “Thanks for taking care of Jessie, honey! And have a good nap!” I said. Chris smiled at me and left to go upstairs. I made it a note to myself that this was our first real kiss; the first one where it was undeniably not how a mother would kiss her son. It felt wonderful! For the next two hours before my husband came back, I alternated between trying to cook dinner and battling to keep up with my daughter’s energy level. With it being Friday, she was even more hyper than usual. “Daddy!” she screamed, as she sprinted to the door after hearing the opening of the garage. “Oooh!” my husband grunted when he felt the impact of Jessie’s hug. “And how’s my little princess today?” he asked, picking her up. “Your princess is full of energy today!” I answered for her. Upon hearing my words, Charles took a skeptical look at his daughter and was greeted by her vehemently nodding her head in agreement. “She tired out her brother earlier today. He’s upstairs sleeping now” I pointed towards the second floor. “You did?!” Charles asked rhetorically. “Yup! Yup! ...

... Chris made me grilled cheese and then went straight to sleep!” “And where was mommy when all this happened?” he asked to no one in particular. “I was taking a shower after doing yoga and Chris offered to help. I should go wake him up now anyways.” “That sounds like it’s mine and your job to set the table then!” Charles said to his daughter. “Okay!” Jessie agreed enthusiastically. I let the two have their special father-daughter time and went upstairs to have my own special mother-son time. “Chris?” I knocked on the door. “Hmm?” I slowly opened the door into a very dark room, with the only light coming in through the cracks of his blinds. “uhh, what time is it?” I heard Chris mumble. “It’s about 6:30, did you want to eat dinner?” I asked while I took a seat by the foot of his bed. Suddenly, Chris sat up and turned his bed lamp on, allowing me to see his room. I instantly burst out laughing! “Look at your hair!” I shouted, pointing at his head. Chris smiled from my laugh and reached for his cell phone, looking at his reflection on the dark screen. “Oh man, it is pretty bad!” he said, laughing along. I dove for his phone and grabbed it from him. “You look too silly to not get a picture!” “Mom! No, it’s embarrassing!” he shouted, lunging at me to grab his phone. Together we wrestled like little kids on his bed until he finally was finally able to take his phone back. “Ok honey! Enough fooling around, let’s go eat dinner!” I said, pulling him up on his feet. As he stood up, Chris ...