Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris

... he looked like any other white American teenager. Chris wasn’t overly popular yet had his fair share of friends as well. I guess you could say aside from having very good grades and a propensity to stay atop of his own education, he was much like any other teenager. After I emptied his laundry basket, I was pleasantly surprised that it was only 11 and I’d have some time for yoga before embarking on the rest of the errands that needed to be done. I had picked up yoga a few weeks ago as a relaxing form of exercise. I inherited great genes from my parents and still looked incredibly young, with many of our friends remarking how I looked 30 instead of someone who was knocking on the door of 40. I had shoulder length jet black hair and a slender frame helped by a fast metabolism. I was only 5’4 but luckily for me, most of that length was encompassed in my long legs. I ran a few times a week and because of it, my legs remained well toned and looked great. Up top I have small but firm 32B tits that seemed just the right size to escape any sagging from getting older. Overall, I was in great shape, especially for being a mother of two, but did notice that with age, my skin was a little bit looser than before. To help fix that, yoga gave me a calming, yet effective way to tighten my muscles and skin. With my yoga session done, I was able to one by one complete my to-do-list. By the end, the time had crept its way to 2:30, usually when Chris got home from school. And almost on cue, I ...

... heard the door open and the slow scuffling of shoes as he took them off in the foyer. “Hey mom” he said, seeing me approach him from the dining room. “Hello, honey! How was school?” I asked. “Eh, same as usual. I got a chem test I got to study for” he replied begrudgingly. “Ok, let me know if you’re hungry and I’ll make you something before dinner” I half shouted as Chris made his way up the stairs to his sanctuary. “It’s okay mom, I had a big lunch. Thanks though.” See? Low maintenance and no troubles, right? His arrival did remind me to go to the laundry room and check the dryer to see if the cycle was done. After organizing and separating our clothes, I decided to drop Chris’ off. “Hey honey, some of your shirts –“ “MOM! GET OUT!” he shouted in complete surprise, his hands scrambling to pull his shorts up while he simultaneously tried to cover his computer screen. “AAHH! I’m sorry!” I shrieked, hastily retreating my steps and closing his door. “How could I be so careless? Why didn’t I knock? He’s 14 for goodness sakes, ughhh!!! I should’ve known better.” I stood confused, right outside his room, unsure of what to do. Do I go in and apologize now? “No, No” I thought. “Right now would be the worst time to go back in” I decided. Instead, I left his cleaned basket of clothe by his door and scurried my way back downstairs. Fortunately, my daughter’s return from school interrupted my agonizing attempt in coming up with a way to handle the situation. “Mommy! Look what we made in ...