Asian mom Jenny and her son Chris chapter 1 reuploaded

Introduction


This is the first chapter of a very, very long story that has spanned 3+ series (and counting). I use a very slow and methodical style that builds each chapter on top of each other without diving too quickly into the action. So if you’re looking for a quick sex story, this isn’t for you. In fact, there’s no sex at all in this first chapter but it provides the foundation for the relationship between Jenny and her son Chris. Enjoy.


“How is it possible for one little girl to create this much mess!” I thought to myself while I spent another morning picking up clothe and trash from my daughter’s room. I loved my daughter Jessie, but she’s not a little kid anymore and needs to learn to clean up after herself. I looked around her room and was met with nothing but untidiness; her bed unmade with pillows on the floor and a bed sheet clinging on to dear life of her mattress, a desk covered from coloring books to magazine clippings to god knows what else, and a heap of dirty laundry on the floor to top it all off.



“When did my life become like this” I wondered aloud. I, Jenny, met my husband Charles early on in college and we hastily married soon after graduation. We’ve spent the last two decades together building our own home and family. Now at the age of 38, I was a proud mother of two; a smart and rapidly developing son named Chris, and his juvenile, make my life difficult, little sister Jessie. My husband Charles comes from a classic white American family while I have a strong Chinese heritage. Even though I was born in China, I spent all but the first three years of my life in the US, so despite looking very much Chinese, I culturally associate myself much more as an American than anything else. Upon tying the knot, both our families urged us to start a family as they were eager to become grandparents.



When Chris came into the world, we quickly realized that the only way our family would work was for me to stay at home. And right when he was entering the age of kindergarten, I became pregnant with Jessie, robbing my chance to reenter the workforce. Ever since then, I’ve happily accepted my role as a stay at home mom, letting my well-earned bachelor degree rot in an unmarked box in the office room closet. I loved both my kids, but its days like this that makes me wish I was dealing with the mess that adults left than that of my daughter.



After finishing with Jessie’s room, I made my way to Chris’. His was almost the complete opposite of his sister’s. Chris’ floor was spotless, textbooks and journals neatly stacked on top of his computer desk, and a laundry basket that was full with actual laundry. I know it’s wrong to have favorites, but I couldn’t deny the fact that Chris was much better on my overall blood pressure than his sister. He was a wonderfully easy child to raise and hardly ever talked back to Charles and me. Chris isn’t very athletic and had never shown much interest in sports, but fortunately for him, also wasn’t anywhere near the socially awkward teenager that his father was. At 5’3, he was just about the same height as me, and from me, had inherited my brown eyes and black hair. However, his skin color and facial features were much closer to his father. In fact, most times, people had difficulty believing he was actually my child as for the most part he looked like any other white American teenager. Chris wasn’t overly popular yet had his fair share of friends as well. I guess you could say aside from having very good grades and a propensity to stay atop of his own education, he was much like any other teenager.



After I emptied his laundry basket, I was pleasantly surprised that it was only 11 and I’d have some time for yoga before embarking on the rest of the errands that needed to be done. I had picked up yoga a few weeks ago as a relaxing form of exercise. I inherited great genes from my parents and still looked incredibly young, with many of our friends remarking how I looked 30 instead of someone who was knocking on the door of 40. I had shoulder length jet black hair and a slender frame helped by a fast metabolism. I was only 5’4 but luckily for me, most of that length was encompassed in my long legs. I ran a few times a week and because of it, my legs remained well toned and looked great. Up top I have small but firm 32B tits that seemed just the right size to escape any sagging from getting older. Overall, I was in great shape, especially for being a mother of two, but did notice that with age, my skin was a little bit looser than before. To help fix that, yoga gave me a calming, yet effective way to tighten my muscles and skin.



With my yoga session done, I was able to one by one complete my to-do-list. By the end, the time had crept its way to 2:30, usually when Chris got home from school. And almost on cue, I heard the door open and the slow scuffling of shoes as he took them off in the foyer.



“Hey mom” he said, seeing me approach him from the dining room.



“Hello, honey! How was school?” I asked.



“Eh, same as usual. I got a chem test I got to study for” he replied begrudgingly.



“Ok, let me know if you’re hungry and I’ll make you something before dinner” I half shouted as Chris made his way up the stairs to his sanctuary.



“It’s okay mom, I had a big lunch. Thanks though.”



See? Low maintenance and no troubles, right? His arrival did remind me to go to the laundry room and check the dryer to see if the cycle was done. After organizing and separating our clothes, I decided to drop Chris’ off.



“Hey honey, some of your shirts –“



“MOM! GET OUT!” he shouted in complete surprise, his hands scrambling to pull his shorts up while he simultaneously tried to cover his computer screen.



“AAHH! I’m sorry!” I shrieked, hastily retreating my steps and closing his door.



“How could I be so careless? Why didn’t I knock? He’s a teenager for goodness sakes, ughhh!!! I should’ve known better.” I stood confused, right outside his room, unsure of what to do. Do I go in and apologize now? “No, No” I thought. “Right now would be the worst time to go back in” I decided.



Instead, I left his cleaned basket of clothe by his door and scurried my way back downstairs. Fortunately, my daughter’s return from school interrupted my agonizing attempt in coming up with a way to handle the situation.



“Mommy! Look what we made in art class” she said, proudly displaying a beaded bracelet on her right wrist.



“Oh it’s beautiful!” I responded halfheartedly.



“I’ll make you one the next time we have art class again!” she exclaimed.



“That’s great sweetie” I said softly. “Why don’t you go up to your room and play. Mommy has to go get dinner ready.”



My mind was still trying to wrap itself around what to do. There wasn’t much shock at what I saw considering I was fairly sure at that age Chris would be masturbating at some point, but catching him in the act was completely unexpected. I didn’t feel too nervous for myself, but I had no idea how to approach the situation with him.



Should I tell his father? Would it be easier for him to have a man to man talk? If I do that, how will my relationship with him be? No, I thought. This has to be something I talk to him about; otherwise he may always feel awkward around me. The more I thought about it, the more I tried to picture it all again in my head. I noticed that I was slightly disappointed that I didn’t actually get to see anything as Chris had covered himself up too quickly. That thought left me uneasy, but I dismissed it as nothing more than common curiosity and any mother would’ve wanted to at least get a glance.



Unfortunately, the task could not be delayed forever and soon enough it was time to get him for dinner. I had decided that it was best to talk to him before my husband and daughter saw him. I figured it would ease any tension he might have.



“Chris” I said softly, knocking on his door.



“Yeah. Come in mom” he answered, barely audible.



“Chris it’s almost time for dinner. I also just want to say I apologize for what happened earlier. It’s my fault and I should’ve knocked and respected your privacy.” I gazed at him as warmly as I could, trying to register any type of reaction from him.



“I…Thanks” he stammered. “It’s just embarrassing. For your own mom to…you know…”



For some reason his words caused my eyes to instantly dart towards his crotch. “What the hell was wrong with me!?” I thought. “Your son is beyond embarrassed right now and you’re trying to check out if he has an erection?” I shook myself free from the thought long enough to answer “It’s normal…at that age.”



“Don’t feel embarrassed” I smiled warmly at him. “And from now on I won’t bother you when you just get home from school!” I said with a playful wink.



“Mom!” he shouted back with a half-smile. “It’s not… every day…just sometimes.”



“Still, I’ll keep my distance, just to be safe!” I joked back at him. “So are we okay?!” I asked concernedly.



“Yeah, we’re okay. Thanks for not making it a big deal” he said, staring down at his feet. “Also, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was just…caught off guard.”



“That’s okay, honey. I understand. And I didn’t tell your father, so it’ll just be our secret!” I winked again.



“Thanks mom” he said genuinely. “So dinner’s ready?”



“Yeah! Let’s go eat. I’m sure your father’s starving after a long day of work.”



Together, we walked down the 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 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.