Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 2

The next morning I woke up just as early as usual, even though it was a Saturday. I guess my body had just naturally adjusted itself to that time to get up. I walked through the silent house and into the kitchen to get some coffee. But as I opened a magazine to read, I heard the sound of footsteps down the stairs.

I turned around to surprisingly see my son. “Honey? What are you doing up?”

“Oh, I haven’t gone to sleep yet. My friends and I got carried away with some games. I just came down to get some food before turning in. What about you mom, how come you’re up?”

“Used to waking up around this time, so I couldn’t fall back asleep. Can I make you some breakfast?”

“Uhm, just some eggs and bacon is fine. Thanks mom” he said, approaching me to give me a standard kiss. When he broke it off, I felt disappointed by the shortness of it. I guess Chris had taken the “pretend it never happened approach.” It made me sad, but again, I didn’t want to push him so I just let it go.

We chatted a bit just like usual while I made enough food for the both of us. He told me that his friends and he were going to see a movie in the afternoon after gaming all night.

“Ahh, that’s a nice way to enjoy the weekend! So you’re trying to get some sleep before then, huh?” I said, handing him his eggs and bacon.

“Yeah, all of us are” he laughed.

Chris looked noticeably tired from his all-nighter so I kept the chit chat to a minimum. He seemed to notice his own decreased energy level as well; “Sorry I’m not as talkative mom. Just really sleepy” he said with a quiet laugh.

“Thanks again for breakfast. Oh, could you come and wake me up later around noon?” he asked, handing me his plate.

“Yeah sure, I’ll wake you up then” I replied. I moved in for our normal good bye kiss, but was pleasantly surprised when he immediately kissed me back as well.

“one sec honey!” I turned to the sink and gently dropped our plates off before returning back to him to resume our kiss. Even though he was tired, his kiss was anything but lethargic. It didn’t take long until both of our tongues were probing in the other one’s mouth again. The sounds of our make out session and heavy breathing filled the kitchen air, yet neither one us stopped. Our kissing grew more and more intense and I noticed that Chris seemed to develop a fondness for sucking on my tongue. I enjoyed it just as much and voluntarily snaked my own tongue into his mouth, letting him softly clamp his lips around it.

Suddenly, our kissing stopped simultaneously, as we heard the flushing of a toilet upstairs. While Chris looked slightly flustered from the noise, I found the possibility of being caught a huge turn on and returned to kissing my son.

“Mom, you heard that too right?” he asked with just a hint of fear in his voice.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s probably just your father getting up to use the bathroom before going back to sleep. No one ever wakes up this early!” I said, returning my lips on to Chris’ before he could protest.

I used the slight interruption to move myself onto the kitchen stool so that I could comfortably sit down. When we continued, Chris’ kissing seemed a bit shyer, so I made up for it by being even more aggressive; my tongue violently twisting around inside his mouth. Soon enough, Chris caught on to the fact that I wasn’t worried and returned the intensity with his own enthusiasm. However, just as we were getting really into it, we both heard the sound of footsteps upstairs.

Chris instantly freaked out and was pulling himself away, but I knew from the sound of the light steps that it was my daughter and not my husband. So instead of letting Chris stop, I pulled him back into me, giggling as I continued to kiss my son.

“Mom..mhm..someone’s…awake” he said through my kisses, still trying to pull himself apart.

“Don’t worry… it’s your sister.” “We’ll stop if she comes down.”

I was too turned on to let my daughter possibly spoil it. While we continued our make out session, I glanced at the kitchen clock and realized that we had been going at it for over 10 minutes! I wanted to slow down and enjoy it, but the footsteps were now getting louder and clearly on the steps of the staircase.

“Wait!” I said, holding Chris’ lips still. I continued making out with him, even as the footsteps came further down the stairs. In fact, the closer my daughter’s steps got to the bottom, the more intense I kissed my son, savoring every second left.

It wasn’t until her steps were clearly on the first floor, that I finally broke the kiss off with Chris. Just as I did so, my daughter came strolling into the kitchen.

“What are you doing up so early, sweetie?!” I said nervously.

“I wanted to watch morning cartoons!” she answered. I checked her reaction to see if she had seen anything, but she seemed completely oblivious.

“Okay go ahead then, do you want something to eat?”

“Cocoa Puffs!” she nearly shouted, walking into the pantry to get the cereal.

I turned back to my son to see the scared look in his eyes. Still, I took the opportunity to plant one last kiss on him, pouring in as much passion as I could in the few seconds I had. “Go sleep honey! I’ll wake you up at noon!”

“Thanks mom! You’re the best!”

“Mommy! Do you want to watch cartoons with me?” my daughter asked.

“Sure sweetie, at least for a little bit.”

It was an odd feeling; sitting there watching harmless cartoons with my daughter when five minutes ago my tongue was shamelessly in my own son’s mouth. I felt so naughty! Luckily, the time I spent with Jessie helped alleviate some of the built up sexual tension inside me. Without it, I wasn’t too sure if I’d be able to resist not sneaking up into my son’s room to continue our session. I continued to spend time with my daughter until my husband got up and came down the stairs.

“Good morning, dear!” I said, handing him a mug of coffee.

“Good morning” he responded.

“You want some eggs?”

“Yeah, that sounds great. Wow, when did she get up?” he said, pointing to my daughter in the living room.

“A few hours ago to watch TV” I said, rolling my eyes a bit.

“I guess the only person I beat waking up this morning is Chris, huh?”

“No, you lost that one too!” I said cheerfully. “He pulled an all-nighter and just went to sleep!”

“Ah…games?”

I nodded my head softly while drinking my coffee.

“I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree! I remember those all night gaming marathons in my day! So, he won’t be joining us for lunch?”

“No, he won’t, but not because of sleeping. He’s meeting his friends to watch a movie.”

“Oh?! Is it about a girl?” he asked quizzically.

I hadn’t even considered that possibility, but now that my husband mentioned it, a sense of jealously came over me. Was that why we had made out this morning? Was he worked up because of another girl?

“oh..uhm… he didn’t say” I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

“Well whatever the case, good for him! He always takes his studies seriously!”

‘Yeah…” I responded blankly.

I did my best to enjoy the rest of the morning with my family, but the looming fear of another girl in my son’s life kept pressing on my mind. I had no idea how to deal with it and found it ridiculous that I was being jealous of a phantom teenager. Waiting for the clock to strike 12 felt like an eternity; I was dying to ask my son who was going with him.

It was so bad that at 11:45 I couldn’t wait any longer. With my husband on the grill outside and my daughter still mesmerized by the TV, I hurriedly walked to Chris’ room. I didn’t bother knocking since I knew he was asleep and just opened his door. He looked so peacefully sleeping that I almost didn’t have the heart to wake him up, almost.

The sight reminded me of how I use to wake up my husband back in the day. I creepily crawled into his bed, straddling myself against him and doing my best to not wake him preemptively. I moved his head from the side so that it was facing me and started making out with him. He really did seem tired and it took a few seconds before he woke up.

“Hello, honey!” I whispered through my kisses. Chris’ eyes widened and he quickly pulled himself up to a sitting position, resting his back against his bedframe.

“Mom, is –“

“We’re good, honey!” I said, scooting up with him and continuing our kiss. I could feel that he was about to protest but my lips were locked firmly around his, preventing him from saying anything. I even softly bit on them, trying to get him in the mood. He finally seemed to relent to the moment when I felt his mouth digging into my mine, looking for my tongue. I giggled loudly at just how badly he wanted to suck on it and happily brought my tongue to him. His lips instantly clamped around it, sucking hungrily. When I started to moan, he took it as a sign of encouragement and took in even more of my tongue. In the mist of our lewd act, I could hear the voices of my husband and daughter outside on the backyard porch.

“Is..is that dad?” Chris said, pausing for a second.

“Yeah, he’s grilling outside. So that means –“

My words were interrupted by Chris’ phone ringing on his night stand. He went to grab it and checked the caller ID.

“It’s Pete; he’s probably calling about the movie. I should get it” he asked, looking for my okay. I nodded in approval, but only waited a few seconds after he answered before returning to kissing him. I could feel him squirm in his bed and badly fumbling his words on the phone, trying to sound normal. I again giggled at the effect I was having and decided to make it even worse. I disregarded his ongoing conversation entirely and instead of just lightly kissing him, I went back to the heavy petting that we were doing a minutes ago. He continued to juggle both tasks but was finding it harder and harder to concentrate.

“Yeah, okay I’ll be ready soon” he said, tossing his phone aside and returning his full attention to me. “Mom…I have to…mhmm…get ready now” he said through our lips.

“Okay” I answered, yet showing no indication to let him up. Chris didn’t move either and so, our lips remained glued together. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when his phone rang again, that we stopped.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m coming now!” my son shouted into his phone. He returned to give me one last deep kiss. “Okay mom, now I really have to go” he said through his chuckling.

I got off him and Chris rushed to his closet, grabbing a pair of random jeans and began hastily sliding them on.

“Oh Chris, who are you going with?” I asked, almost forgetting why I came up in the first place.

“Just Pete and Jake” he said, while scrambling through his other jeans to find his wallet.

A huge sigh of relief overcame me from hearing it was just those two. Pete and Jake had been friends with Chris for years, ever since they were in elementary school. And even though I didn’t know their parents or interact much with them, I did know they were good kids.

“One of their parents is picking you up?”

“Yeah, Pete’s dad’s already been waiting downstairs for the last few minutes” my son said nervously laughing. “Ah, found it!”

“What! No goodbye kiss?” I asked sarcastically, before he could bolt out the room.

He looked at me, almost dumbfounded. Then, realizing my joke, he gladly sprinted back to kiss me goodbye, even pulling me in roughly against his body.