Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 3 - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 3

... probably would’ve said yes!” I teased. “What?! Really?! Dammit! I knew I should’ve just asked!” he said, with a real sense of anger overcoming his face. “And If my friends hadn’t asked to go to the movies, I was going to make a move that day!” “Oh, yeah? What type of move?” “I was going to rub my dick against you from the front so that it was against…your... –“ “My pussy?” I said, finishing his sentence. “And it’s cock honey! You wanted to rub your cock against mommy’s pussy!” “Yeah, your pussy! I was going to rub my cock against your pussy!” “And then what?” I asked, getting even more turned on from his story. “Then I was going to sneak my hands inside your pants so that I could feel your ass without your panties blocking it.” Seeing my smile, Chris continued his story with more confidence. “Then, I was going to go for a feel of your tits and ask to see you naked. And then…and then… I’d have no idea what to do from there” he said with a laugh. “Well, hopefully we change that after tonight!” “That reminds me, how is it going to work?” “Well, your father’s had an entire day trying to keep up with your sister. So I imagine by nighttime, he’s gonna be lights out. So, once I’m sure he’s been sleeping long enough, I’ll sneak into your room. Sound good?” “Could you wear some of the stuff you brought?” “Since you asked, of course I will” I said teasing him. We flirted the rest of the way home; both of us getting more and more excited. As we parked inside the garage, I took the ...

... last remaining minute or so to make out with Chris one last time. “I can’t believe my first time is gonna be with someone as hot as you!” Chris said, breaking off our kiss. “Awww! You really think mommy’s that hot?” “Are you kidding, mom?! You’re so fucking sexy! I just can’t believe I never realized it sooner! I mean what the hell was wrong with me looking at porn when I’m living under the same roof as you!” he said, lunging forward to kiss me before I could reply. We kissed passionately for another few seconds, and it took all the self-control I could muster to break it off and move back into the house. “Well, how was your spa day, dear?” my husband asked. “Great! I got my hair done, see?” I asked, knowing it was exactly the same as before. “Ah yeah! It looks great” he forced out. Charles had never been a man of detail and for once, it worked in my favor. “So where’s our little monster?” “I can hear you mom!” Jessie yelled from the living room. “I didn’t mean you sweetie!” I bantered, opening my arms to embrace my daughter. “How was your day son, relaxing?” “Yeah. I just hung out with some friends.” “Hungry?” my husband asked, offering us up a plate of leftover pizza. “No thanks, dear. I ate something earlier” I said, glancing over at my son. Chris noticed my words and smiled back shyly at me. “I’m good too dad. I’ll just get something to eat later” he said. The rest of the evening was devoted as family time as the four of us sat down and enjoyed some standard card and board ...