Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris

... of the evening as the guilt finally started to catch up to me. “You okay, dear?” asked my husband beside me in bed. “You seemed a little out of it, long day?” “Yeah…tired I guess.” “Well, get a good night’s sleep then. I got some big clients I have to meet tomorrow” he said, turning off his desk lamp and snuggling into the covers. I groaned, almost too loudly. I wasn’t able to get off earlier because of my daughter and was actually looking towards the possibility of doing so now with my husband. But, like usual, he seemed far too tired to try and initiate sex. I loved Charles, but as we’ve gotten older, and with the kids always in the house, and him moving up at his company, we’ve had less and less time and energy in the bedroom. Nowadays, we’re able to do it maybe once every few weeks. A year ago, once every few weeks would’ve been fine. But nowadays, even before tonight, I found myself less and less fulfilled sexually. It seemed that while my husband’ sex drive decreased near middle age, mine only got hungrier. The frustration caused me to return to Chris again, but this time it was towards what he was watching. I got the sudden interest for what he was using to masturbate. What type of girls were he looking at and more importantly what turned him on? I still hated myself for having such thoughts, but the guilt lessened. It was as if I had begun accepting myself for who I was. And I was no longer able, or even willing to fight it off. My mind raced through scenarios where ...

... I could get closer to my son, but I ended up settling on hugs and kisses to start. “Yeah, that’s not that bad” I thought. “Every mother should show love to her kids “I rationed in my head. My own family had never been overly physical to show love and it was a point I made to correct with my own kids. Still, it had been years since I gave Chris a hug or kiss outside of birthdays and Christmas. I had no idea how he would react, but at this point it didn’t matter; the desire I had for him was growing too strong to stop now. With my mind finally made up, I drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning to the music of my cell phone, telling me the day had started. With Chris having to leave for high school so early now, I prided myself in getting up before everyone so that I could make him a real breakfast and spare him an extra 15 minutes of sleep. The thought of Chris brought an instant jolt of energy to my system and led me downstairs. “Morning mom” Chris said lethargically. He clumsily made his way to the kitchen table and hungrily ate his eggs. “Ready for you exam?” I said, over a cup of coffee. “I think so. It’s the first one of the year, so it’s either going to be really easy to help ease us into high school, or really hard to scare us straight” he said with a chuckle. “I’m sure you’ll do fine” I nodded approvingly. “Oh…uhm. Thanks again mom for not making a big deal of what happened. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to focus on studying, but it turned out better than I had ...