Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris

... stairs and into the dining room where my husband patiently waited for us while my daughter, to the surprise of no one, was already eating. “I tried to hold her off as long as possible, but she prevailed in the end” joked Charles, as he playfully threw his hands up as a sign of his surrender. “That’s okay, dear. You never stood a chance” I answered, patting my husband on the shoulder. My daughter greedily smiled at both of us with a mouthful of pastas, showing off the spoils of her victory. The rest of us watched her display and laughed loudly. Dinner was great and I paid extra attention to Chris to see if he still felt any lingering effects of our conversation, but he seemed fine. His thoughts seemed much more focused on his upcoming exam than anything else. After dinner, I was given the enviable task of dishes. Yet for me, I often used the activity as my personal solace and a time for me to reflect on the events of the day. Only today, my mind kept returning itself to Chris covering himself up at his desk. Over and over again I recollected where his hands were and more and more desperately wanted to get just a peak of him. It got to the point that I began to manifest the image of his dick out of pure desire. The thought both disgusted me and turned me on. I had never before thought of Chris that way, but here I was, unable to get the image out of my head. People always say that woman approaching their 40s begin to have an increased sex drive and I guess I was just another ...

... example of it. While my hands were relieved by the cooling water of the faucet, I could feel the fire burning below in my crotch. My pussy was definitely responding to the thought of Chris. Instinctively, I began gently pressing myself against the counter of the sink. It was perfectly leveled with my pussy and each thrust forward brought me a little bit more pleasure and a little more guilt. I repeatedly told myself to stop, that this was wrong, but my hips ignored it completely. Gradually, I picked up pace and intensity, now grinding myself against the counter top. Caught up in the moment, I closed my eyes and a low, but unmistakable moan escaped from my mouth. The feeling forced me to abandon the dishes altogether, my hands bracing the sides of the sink while I erotically rocked my pussy back and forth against the countertop. I was actually getting close to getting off, just a little more - “Mom! I want some ice cream!” interrupted Jessie. Her voice, like a knife, pierced into my personal euphoria, snapping myself awake. I opened my eyes to see her on my left, staring at me. “Earth to mom!” she said, trying to snap her fingers at me. “Oh ice cream. Yeah… Just a little bit sweetie. Your teeth is gonna rot if you have too much” I answered. I was so thankful for Jessie’s sudden interruption. It prevented me from taking it any further. I was shaking, half from the thrill of the countertop, half from the fear of my own perverse thought. I pretty much sleepwalked through the rest ...