Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris

... wrapped his hands around me and hugged me tightly, then went to kiss me. Knowing we were safe upstairs, I kissed him back, again using my tongue. Learning from me earlier, Chris copied me and for the first time our tongues met. The contact sent goose bumps all over my body as our tongues danced against each other. There was no denying it now, even if neither one of us admitted it, we were blatantly making out. I was lost in the moment and began kissing Chris back harder, opening my mouth even more. My tongue darted demandingly, against his lips and forced his mouth open. For the next minute or so, both of us recklessly explored each and we started to lose concept of where we were. In fact, it was actually Chris that broke our kiss off. “Mom, thanks for waking me up. But we should probably go downstairs for dinner” he said through heavy breaths. “Yeah! You’re right” I said, shaking my head playfully like if I had forgot about it. All throughout dinner and most of the evening Chris didn’t act any differently towards me. He was still just as friendly as he had been for the past week, but also didn’t show any effects of what had just happened upstairs. That was actually completely fine with me as I hadn’t anticipated things moving as fast as it did. I didn’t know if he was just going to pretend it didn’t happen, or was doing his best to not make it awkward. Either way, I decided that I would follow his lead as I didn’t want to put pressure on him or strain our relationship.