Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 2: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 2: Part 3

... much for them. “Should we split up again then?” I said, desperately hoping they would say yes. “I guess so” Mark chuckled. “You’re our only representative left, Chris. Make us proud” my father in law joked. “No problem grandpa” Chris smiled. “I guess we’ll meet back at the front gate in 2 hours, at 6?” Charles asked. “Sure!” I said, waving them goodbye as I left with Lily and Chris. My sister and I didn’t have to say a word, just smiling at each other as we walked. We took our chance and grabbed rides on Big Thunder Mountain and Space Mountain, screaming our heads off as we did. The feeling was exhilarating, and so free too! “Hey, the next one is Splash Mountain. Can you leave us alone for it?” I asked, whispering in my sister’s ear. I really wanted to spend some “date time” with Chris, not having to worry about hiding ourselves. “Why?” “Can you? I’ll make it worth your while later!” I grinned. “You promise?!” she asked, sounding much more willing. “Yes! Just go get some ice cream or something, We’ll meet you afterwards!” “Hmm. It’s almost 5:30 anyways, how about I just meet you at the front doors with everyone else?” “That sounds good! Thank you!” I exclaimed, hugging her. “Where’s Aunt Lily going?” “Oh, your grandma wants her for something” I lied, holding Chris’ hand. “Mom, people are –“ “What?! They don’t know what our relationship is!” I said, playfully holding him even tighter. I had put my sunglasses on, making it even harder to tell my age. Even with the fast passes, ...

... there was still a little wait before we could get on. I passed the time by flirting excessively with Chris, touching and kissing him constantly. We got a few stares from the people surrounding us, but mostly because of what we were doing, not because of our age difference. “Why are you laughing honey?!” I giggled. “Those guys keep staring at you” he said, pointing to them with his eyes. It was two teenagers a little younger than Chris, sitting on a bench about 15 feet from us. They were trying to not to make it obvious, but were doing a horrible job of hiding it. “Put your hand on my ass honey!” I said, turning my back to them. Chris did as I asked, gently squeezing my ass cheek. “Are they looking?” “Oh yeah they are!” he giggled. “They’re not trying to hide it all now!” “Let’s really give them something to look at then!” I said, kissing Chris. I kept my back to them, holding Chris’ hand firmly on my ass. I did my best to move my head rhythmically, making it clear that we were making out. And as our kissing continued, I no longer had to hold his hand; Chris was openly grabbing my ass now. “Mhmm! Push mommy’s shorts up honey!” I whispered. “They’re gonna freak!” he chuckled, sliding his fingers under my shorts. I could feel my shorts gradually riding up my ass, exposing my thong to them. I felt so naughty! Chris went even further, moving us slightly so that they could see him feeling up my tits. “Ahem! Just two?!” the ticket usher said, judging us with her eyes. “Yeah, just my ...