Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 4

My eyes awoke to the piercing rays of the sun, fighting its way through the blinds. I quickly glanced at the clock and was relieved to see it was only 8:30. The best chance for me and Chris to get any action today was before anyone else woke up. So seeing my husband still sound asleep, I quickly did my morning routine in half the time it usually took and exited my room. Before looking for Chris, I made a small stop at Jessie’s room to check up on her. Luckily, even she seemed tired from yesterday and was still peacefully asleep on her bed.

I sneakily entered Chris’ room and locked the door behind me. Not surprisingly, he was still sleeping as well, but that wasn’t going to deter me from what I wanted! I took my jeans off and pushed aside his covers and crawled on top of him, immediately making out with his still unconscious lips. It took another few seconds before Chris’ eyes opened up.

“Morning honey” I smiled.

“Morning, mom” he replied, instantly returning my kisses. His hands wasted no time in finding my ass to play with. He confidently pulled my panties aside and started fingering me with one hand while groping my cheeks with the other.

“Mom, your pussy’s so wet already!”

“That’s because it’s hungry. You think you can give mommy what she wants?” I teased, still kissing him.

“I could get use to waking up like this!”

“Hurry up and get that cock inside me!” I demanded in a playful, but still serious tone.

Chris hurriedly took off his boxers and began to sit up. “Mom, could you ride me like before?”

“Sit on your chair honey, that way mommy can sit on your lap and ride you at the same time” I said, getting off of him.

Without even breaking our kissing, we quickly got ourselves off his bed and into position. But, this time I sat down on his cock facing him.

“Suck on mommy’s tits!” I exclaimed, pushing his face towards them.

Chris obeyed immediately and began alternating between tongue flicking my nipples and kissing me while I rode him. He seemed to pick up on a few things from last night and placed his hands on my hips, helping me spring up and down his cock. It didn’t take long before we picked up a rhythm and started fucking faster and faster, with Chris becoming too impatient to just sit on his chair and instead fucked me back with his cock. We moaned loudly into each other’s mouths, urging us on even more.

Chris surprised me by placing his hands around my ass to pick me up. We continued to kiss with his cock inside me as he gradually walked me towards his bed, gently placing me down on my back. I knew what was coming and immediately wrapped my legs around him, pulling his cock even deeper into me.

“Mommy wants that hard cock!” I said, seductively biting my lower lip.

“I love it when you talk dirty!” Chris almost screamed, pounding into me. “Fuck, that feels so good!” he panted, after another few thrusts.

‘Yeah? You like that?!” I teased, staring lustfully at my son’s face.

Seeing the same hungry look in his eyes, I decided to increase our sensation even more. I took both my legs and flung them in front of Chris’ body and rested my feet on his right shoulder, causing my hips to naturally squeeze my pussy even tighter.

“Shit! It feels even better! Fuck, mom!”

“You like mommy’s wet pussy?!”

“YES! Fuck, you’re so tight mom!”

“Then fuck me like you mean it!” I shouted, edging him on.

Chris responded to my words by jackknifing me as fast as he could. There was no need for any experience; it was pure wanton desire. Lost in his passion, Chris removed one of my socks with his teeth and began sucking on my toes as he fucked me.

“Mom, your feet are so fucking cute!” he said through the slurping.

Watching him greedily suck on my toes, I wanted to turn him on even more. I took more free right leg and pulled it to my face, removed the remaining sock, and began sucking on my own big toe, seductively smiling at Chris.

Chris’ eyes widened from seeing my action and it drove him to fuck me even faster, all the while his mouth never left my foot. His cock slammed mercilessly into me, driving both of us closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum soon!” ‘

“Not yet honey!” I answered, quickly pulling my foot away from his mouth. Chris’ face instantly became distraught from my action.

“Do you want mommy’s toes back in your mouth?” I teased.

“Yes!” he stammered, begging me with his eyes.

“Then fuck mommy a little bit longer! You can do it honey!” I said, bringing both my feet to my own mouth. I know shouldn’t tease him, but I was so horny too! And I had no idea if we’d be able to fuck again later, so if this was it for the day, I better make it count.

“Okay mom” Chris answered, smiling back at me. He slowed his pace down to relax himself, but his eyes still stay fixed on me, watching me do what he desperately wanted do himself.

“Fuck, mom! You’re driving me crazy doing that!”

I giggled back at him, returning my foot back towards him, but pulling it away at the last second before his mouth could reach.

“Mom! You fucking tease!” Chris nearly shouted. It seemed to work though, as he roughly grabbed my hips and began to pump himself hard into me. “Is this what you wanted?!”

“Oh, that’s it honey! Fuck mommy’s pussy!” I smiled brightly back at him. With his newfound energy, I decided to reward him by placing my legs back against his chest again and shoving my toes into his waiting mouth.

“Uuughhh!” Chris moaned loudly, his thrusts becoming even faster. But with the added sensation, I could tell nothing was going to make him last longer this time.

“Fuucckkk!” Chris grunted, cumming inside me.

This time, with a whole night to recuperate, I could feel that Chris had a lot more jizz than before; shooting at least four of five loads into me.

As expected, when he pulled his cock out of me, most of his cum began dripping out. Luckily, I caught it with my hands and brought it my mouth, swallowing Chris’ creampie in front of him.

“Damn mom! You’re so nasty! I love it!”

His words only inspired me as I scooped out more and more of his cum and swallowed it in front of him, licking my fingers clean as he stood over me and watched.

Chris and I laughed together at my lewd act.

“I’m sorry I teased you a little honey, but mommy didn’t want it to end yet!”

“I know, but still it was so painful! Mom you’re feet are so cute! They’re the perfect size and they’re so soft, especially your toes!” Chris said, still licking my feet. “But I think it only made me fuck you harder!”

“It sure did!” I answered, bringing my right foot to his nose for him to sniff.

“Okay, honey, we should get dressed before your father wakes up!”

“Okay mom. That was the best way I’ve ever been woken up!” he answered, finally letting go of my feet.

“Do you want mommy to wake you up like that from now on?”

“Maybe just on the weekends. I can get myself up early enough on schooldays.”

“Ok, then.” I giggled. “Mommy’s gonna go make breakfast and you can come down when you’re hungry.”

“Thanks mom. You’re absolutely amazing. I really mean it” he said shyly before leaving his room.

I just about melted from his words on the spot! I knew that part of it was just being in the moment, but I could also tell that even aside from the sex, our relationship was better than I ever could’ve imagined. And that he really enjoyed everything else that came with it as well.

My husband and Jessie both woke up within the hour and just like that, we were back to looking like a normal family enjoying some late Sunday brunch. We gossiped and shared laughs about our weeks and were all excited for Halloween, Chris and I for very different reasons!

In the afternoon, I lounged on the couch trying to enjoy some light reading, but my thoughts were on other things. After what happened yesterday, I was determined to try and make sure I stayed in a sexual high today as well, not letting myself climax early in the day. Seeing my husband busy watching the football game, I decided to text Chris.

“Honey, are you busy?”

“Just studying, what’s up mom?”

“Do you want a study break? ; )”

I giggled loudly from just how ridiculous I was acting; we had just fucked a few hours earlier and yet, here I was again! It was even hotter knowing my husband was sitting right across me.

“LOL. Mom, you want to come up now?”

“Yes! I want round 2!”

“What about dad?”

“Your dad’s too busy watching TV. Ok no more arguing, mommy’s coming up now!”

I quickly pocketed my phone and turned to my husband before getting up.

“Hey Dear, I’m going upstairs to do some cleaning.”

“huh? Yeah, okay.” Charles answered, not even bothering to take his eyes away from the television.

I hurriedly ran upstairs and took a peak into Jessie’s room, making sure she was preoccupied doing her own activities; this time on her laptop.

Chris was still at his desk when I entered his room, but I wasted little time and started unbuckling my jeans, sliding it off my feet before I even reached him.

“Mom, you’re even hornier than me!” he chuckled, embracing my kiss.

“Oh, please! I think you missed mommy too!” I answered, feeling his hard on through his jeans.

“I did miss this!” he said, sticking his fingers inside my pussy before sucking on them.

“Mommy wants a taste too!” I said, pulling his finger out of his mouth and shoving it in my own.

“Mmmhh! But not as good as yours!”

I dropped to my knees and pulled Chris’ shorts down, springing his cock free before engulfing it entirely.

“Fuck!” Chris exclaimed, trying to muffle his own voice.

I bobbed myself up and down the entire length of his cock, gagging his head in my throat. I did my best to squeeze the muscles of my throat, holding his cock inside until I was forced to pull out for air. In no time, his cock was coated thoroughly with the saliva from my blowjob.

“Do you like it when mommy deepthroats you?!” I asked rhetorically, feeling a few tears flowing down my eyes.

“Mom, I wish you were wearing mascara! You’d look so fucking slutty!”

“You want mommy to look slutty?” I teased, taking off my shirt and pulling my tits out of my bra. I didn’t bother waiting for his response and stuffed his cock back down my throat deep enough for my tongue to actually lick his balls. Calling me slutty made me want to be exactly that, slutty. I wanted to be a slut with my son.

“Come with mommy. There’s always something I wanted to try” I said, getting up and grabbing his hand. I climbed onto his bed and lied down on my back, with my head hanging off the end.

“Fuck mommy’s throat!” I said, looking at my son upside down.

Chris promptly followed my directions and slid his cock in my mouth and began to pump. But, I could tell he wasn’t use to it yet and hesitated to go very deep.

“Honey, I said fuck mommy’s throat, not mouth!”

With those words, Chris understood and began fucking me with more intensity. The positioning of my throat gave him the perfect opening, allowing him to fuck me as deep as his cock could go. I also relaxed myself so as not to give any resistance and Chris, on multiple occasions, shoved his entire cock inside my throat and just held it there, enjoying the sensation. It felt incredible!

“Mom, let me know if I –“

“I didn’t say stop!” I shouted angrily at him when he pulled his cock out. “Slam your cock back down mommy’s throat!” I instructed, opening my mouth open again.

“God, mom! You are a slut!” he grinned, fucking my mouth harshly now. As my face was being willingly abused, my hand had found my clit, rubbing it frantically for Chris to see.

“Auughhh” he moaned loudly. “Mom, turn around. I need to feel your pussy now!”

Chris helped spin me around until my ass was by the end of his bed. And true to his words, he didn’t give me any warning before roughly penetrating me. It seemed the energy I brought was affecting him too! Chris himself pulled my legs up from the side and placed them on his shoulder, continuing to fuck my pussy.

“Do you like mommy’s slutty pussy?”

“Fuck yes! I want to watch you suck on your toes like before” he directed.

I smiled back at him before following his request, seductively worshipping my own feet.

“Is mommy being a good little slut?” I asked innocently.

Chris didn’t answer me but his eyes stayed completely focused on what I was doing so I did my best to act as sexy as possible. No, I should say as slutty as possible.

“That’s it honey, fuck mommy’s tight pussy! She’s been such a dirty little slut!” I edged on.

Chris’ breathing was getting heavier and heavier and I could tell his endurance level was reaching its limit.

“Do you want to cum on mommy’s pretty face?”

“Oh God!” he stammered out. Chris instantly pulled out and began moving towards me. I scooted off the bed and met him just in time before he came, shooting three thick loads across my face.

Then like a good slut, I made sure to give his cock another couple of tugs into my waiting mouth before turning my attention to the globs already on my face. I stared up at Chris the entire time, making sure that he saw his mommy doing all the filthy acts she was capable of.

“You taste just as good as ever!” I smiled.

“I can’t believe you did that! You look so slutty with my cum on your face! I’m so glad you came up!” he chuckled.

“I was probably going to take care of myself later anyways, I mean –“

“Honey, from now on, if mommy’s home, always text me first. I don’t want you wasting a drop of this!” I said, tugging at his cock.

“Really, mom? It might be more than a…few…times a day” he said, with a nervous smile.

“Good! Mommy’s a dirty little slut who can’t get enough of her son’s cum anyways!” I giggled loudly.

“Are you sure?!”

With our conversation, I could see that Chris’ cock had become semi-erect again, so instead of answering him, I just decided to show him. I dropped on my knees and again took his cock in mouth. In no time, it was hard again and after deepthroating him for a few minutes, he came a second time.

“Yum!” I said, looking back at him. “So is there anything else?”

“Uhm, well. It’s not a huge deal, but could you shave it completely off? I think you’d look so hot with a completely shave pussy!” he said, pointing at my landing strip.

“You do want mommy to look slutty, don’t you! Ok, anything else?”

“Uhmm…Oh! Mom, the next time you paint your toe nails, could you do it with the one where there’s a white strip on the tip and the rest of the nail is clear?”

“You mean a French pedicure?”

“I…guess?” he answered quizzically.

“Mommy knows what you mean. I’ll take care of it! And I think you mentioned mascara too, right?”

“Well just if we have alone time and it’s not a bother. Otherwise, how you are now is sexy too.”

“Really?” I asked in genuine surprise, looking down at the mommy jeans and ordinary t-shirt lying on the floor.

“Yeah, because you’re dressed so plainly that when we do fuck, it’s really sexy to hear you talk like that and be so aggressive!” Chris said excitedly.

“I see! Well after mommy takes care of her pussy and feet, how about I dress normally most of the time, but if I know we have a lot of time alone, mommy will dress how you want! How does that sound?!”

Chris nodded vehemently in agreement. “So like for Halloween?”

“Oh yeah, Halloween is for sure; given, that we can get your father and sister out of the house” I said, rolling my eyes a bit.

“YES! I seriously can’t wait to see you as Harley Quinn!”

“I’m looking forward to it too!” I smiled at him “Okay, I’ll let you get back to your studies and I have to get back downstairs in case your father miraculously decides to pull himself away from the game.”

“Ok, mom” he chuckled. “Thanks for everything!”

After our second fuck session of the day and checking up on my husband, I decided to take a nice relaxing bath and take care of Chris’ first request by shaving the last bit of my pubic hair off. I wonder if Charles would even notice, I thought. In the two weeks that my sexual awakening for Chris had begun, I continued to try and initiate sex with my husband every few nights, but to no avail. He seemed to no longer have any interest at all towards a physical relationship, which in result, lessened any of the little guilt I still had for what I was doing with Chris.

Even in the last few years, the one time we did have sex each month, it was just that; sex. We didn’t make love anymore. I was his wife, the mother of his children, and by all accounts his best friend, but it was only now, that I realized somewhere along the way, I stopped being his lover. The passion we once had when we were younger was now gone. We had slowly become more like lifetime companions than anything else; truly loving and caring for each other, but not necessarily in love with each other. Thinking about it now, I felt almost foolish for not realizing sooner. I resented my husband a little for this; for wasting my time and effort to try and rekindle what we once had when he had so clearly not cared about it for years now. And I suppose, subconsciously, as a way to punish him for it, I found it increasingly hot to fool around with Chris whenever he was in the house; sort of as a way to prove to myself and him that I was still desired.

“Who cares, if he wants to continue and ignore me in the bedroom then that was fine with me.