Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris

... unlike yesterday, I didn’t resist them. The more I let my imagination run wild, the dirtier the scene in my head got; from me casually exposing myself for him to watch, to me letting him fondle me, to me full on blowing his dick. Without even knowing, my hand had found its way down my shorts and was rubbing my pussy. When I finished scanning all the videos, I went back to each one, desperately looking for any indication that Chris was possibly into me. My hopes were ruined when I realized that none of the video were milf or incest related. There wasn’t even a video involving an Asian girl! I was actually feeling disappointed, disappointed that my son didn’t show any interest in me. Through all this, my hand had not left my pussy and by now was slowly fingering myself. The sound of my own dirty act mixed with that of the videos, edged me on even further. I hardly ever masturbated to begin with, and doing it now, in my son’s room, was turning me on even more. I pulled up a random video from his collection and skipped to the middle. My fingers began to fuck my pussy even faster, as I watched the video of the girl getting hammered by a huge cock. But instead of seeing the scene in front me, my brain only saw the image of Chris slamming his cock into me. Suddenly, I was overcome with the desire to make it a reality. “Ohhh YES! YES!!! Chris!! Make mommy cum!!!” I screamed, with my fingers relentlessly attacking my pussy. My body convulsed violently from the strong orgasm and my ...

... legs slowly went limp. As I rode the waves of pleasure, my pussy continued to drip all over Chris’ seat. When my heart rate finally came back to normal, I looked down to see a puddle of myself between my legs and cleaned it up to the best of my ability. Before I left, I took one last look around Chris’ room and knew that I wanted more. Simply getting off on the thought of him wasn’t going to be enough soon, I knew that. I still wasn’t too sure how far I was wanted it to go, but I was willing to find out. The next few hours were spent finishing boring errands and housecleaning duties, giving me time to criticize and assess my decisions without the interference of any sexual desires. I kept telling myself that I wouldn’t let it go too far and wouldn’t get too caught up in it. I convinced myself that I was still faithful to my husband, that I hadn’t done anything but just fantasize in my mind. Besides, even if I do get a little touchy with my son, there wasn’t anything really wrong with that. In my heart, I knew that everything I had just said were lies, but I needed to hear it; that even if they were lies, it, in some twisted way, kept my morality in check. I was just worried that, like earlier, I wouldn’t be able to resist myself if things got too far. True to my fears, it was only an hour later when I sat waiting restlessly in the kitchen for Chris to come home. I wanted to see him, and more importantly, I wanted to feel my lips on him, even if it was just a motherly kiss on the ...