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

It had been less than a week; less than a week since I actively tried to cuckold my husband and I was already hooked. At nights, when I couldn’t fall asleep, I would run through image after image of my son’s cock, slamming into me while my husband had his head turned. As a result, I woke up even hornier than usual in the mornings, having Chris fuck me longer than we both had time for.

So instead of letting him catch the bus, I drove him to school four days straight, making him satisfy my urges completely before he left. Chris of course never complained, even offering to skip school one day so we could have the whole day to fool around. And as tempting as that sounded, I had to be a mother first, making sure he never lost focus on his education. But wow, was it hard turning down a day full of cock!

As I tediously vacuumed the living room floor on Friday morning, I couldn’t help but notice the abrupt change of outlook on the weekend. Before our vacation, I hated most weekends, hated how little alone time Chris and I had as compared to schooldays. But, now, like most other people, I couldn’t wait for the weekend, only mine was for a completely different reason; I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to cuckold my husband more.

It was still hours until Chris got home, normally causing me to be very restless. But, today I had other things to take care of, most noticeably getting a new pedicure. So once I ate lunch, I headed out to the mall, making the nail salon my first stop. Linda, one of the nail technicians there, had gotten familiar with me. She serviced me every two weeks or so, as Chris liked to mix it up. I had gone through tons of different styles and colors, but it seemed the more simple pedicures were always his favorites.

“If you don’t mind me asking, your husband has quite the foot fetish doesn’t he?” she said with a little laugh.

“Why do you ask?” I smiled.

“Because it’s the middle of winter and you’re still taking such care of your feet!” she laughed.

“He does” I giggled, thinking of Chris.

I loved how whenever people asked about my husband, my mind instantly went to Chris, and not Charles. Even if we weren’t married by name, my mind had already made the transfer. And if it weren’t for Chris’ obvious young age, I would love to flirt with him more in public, openly proclaiming us as a couple whenever we were out alone.

“Well, we have a few selections of massage oils available here in case your husband would ever like to… oh who are we kidding, he probably loves massaging your feet!”

“I’ll definitely check them out” I laughed. “Thanks!”

“Awesome! Ok, we’re all done here! Just need to let them dry” she smiled. “Let me know if you need anything else Jen!”

“Great! Thanks again!”

I stared down at my toes, glad that Chris had picked a solid white color. It really did look great, and I loved the glossy shininess of it too!

“Well, what do you think honey : )” I texted to Chris, knowing he was eating lunch.

“Yum! I can’t wait to taste them!”

“Hehe! What are you doing now?”

“Not much. Waiting for the day to be over so I can get home ; ) Oh, can we go to the movies tonight?”

“Something catch your eye?”

“Yeah, there’s a Sci-Fi film that I wanted to see. Could we go?”

“Does mommy get to fool around during? : p”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way!”

“Great then! Ok, I have to go now, honey. See you at home!”

“Bye mom! Love you!”

I had wanted to spend the night at home with Chris, especially since I had split my time the previous nights with my husband, but this was fine too. We could fool around in the afternoon, flirt at dinner, and then go out for a date night! And the more I thought about it, the more excited I got. I loved how young Chris made me feel!

With my pedicure dry, I quickly got dressed and went to the checkout counter, looking over the variety of massage oils they had available. I was completely lost, looking over label after label, not entirely sure which one was best.

“Get this one Jen” Linda smiled, seeing my confusion. “It’s sweet almond oil based and it feels really nice on the skin. It absorbs fairly quickly but not so fast that you have to keep adding more” she informed.

“That sounds perfect!” I exclaimed, turning to the counter. “Oh. Is it safe to eat, you know, just in case” I smiled.

“Very” she giggled.

That was all I needed to hear. I quickly paid for everything and left, knowing there was still a busy day ahead. Before leaving the mall, I stopped by Victoria Secret again, just re-filling up on lingerie, thongs, pantyhose/fishnets, and another a pair of heels. Any guilt I had about spending my husband’s money went away whenever I pictured how his average day at the office would be. If anything, it turned me on buying all these things, knowing he would never even see me in them.

It was later than expected by the time I got home. And the small flurries of snow in the morning had picked up a bit, coating a thin layer on the front yard and driveway. Even though I was short on time, I didn’t want to miss my daily yoga session. So with that thought, I quickly got started, setting up my mat and changing into my yoga pants and large T-shirt.

I did my best to focus on each movement, but inevitably, I found myself routinely checking the clock, counting down the seconds when Chris would run through that door and embrace me in a hug. By the time he finally did enter the house; my skin was covered in beads of sweat.

“I’m upstairs honey!”

“Coming!” he shouted, his footsteps scrambling towards my room.

“Ooh! Sexy, mom!” he smiled, seeing my attire.

“I love the ponytail too!”

“Yeah” I giggled, giving him a hug.

“How was school?”

“Same as usual I guess. We were hoping that the snow would’ve started earlier, so we could get a half day, but no such luck” he answered, turning me around to grind into my ass.

“Mmmm. Fuck! You smell good mom” he moaned, sniffing my neck.

Chris planted a sensual kiss on my head and then gently moved my hair aside, allowing him to do the same to the back of my neck. Soon, the kissing turned to licking, as he loved the way I tasted after a workout. At the same time, his right hand was up my shirt, fondling my tits while his left hand was on the outside of my yoga pants, playing with my pussy.

“Uughh. That feels nice honey” I panted, enjoying his touch.

But the more his hand played with my pussy, the more I had the urge to release my bladder. And knowing Chris had no problem with it, I felt no shame when I softly began peeing into my pants, soaking his hand in the process.

“Oops!” I giggled.

“Oh Fuck!” he exclaimed, his hand rubbing my crotch faster. “Yes!”

His fingers were pleasuring my pussy and forcing me to pee even faster, my piss drenching down my legs. Then in an instant, Chris spun me around again, diving down towards my pussy. In seconds his mouth was clamped around my crotch, loudly sucking the last of my golden nectar. And even after I emptied it all, Chris stayed on his knees, licking up and down my legs for another taste. The loud sucking sound his mouth created on the spandex fabric was so hot!

“Honey! You’re gonna make mommy fall!” I giggled, holding onto his shoulders as he pushed against my legs.

Chris didn’t have the time to answer, instead pulling my pants down far enough so he could lap up my bare pussy, licking up any leftover drops still there.

“You like being mommy’s dirty little toilet?!” I teased, pulling his hair so he would look up to me.

“Yes” he nodded, out of breath. “You always taste the best right after a workout”

“I hope you mean it then!” I giggled, jamming his face back in my crotch.

But I didn’t let just his mouth enjoy me piss-soaked pussy, I rubbed his entire face on it, using it as a rag to clean myself.

“Oh god!” he moaned, catching his breath when I finally let him go.

“Come on, let’s hop in the shower honey! Mommy needs your hard cock!”

“What about the mess?” he asked, pointing towards the puddle on the floor.

“Oh” I answered, almost forgetting about it.

I quickly walked over to our bed, grabbing one of my husband’s indoor T-shirts and threw it on the floor, using it to wipe up the puddle of piss. When I finished cleaning most of the mess, I tossed it into my husband’s laundry basket, with the rest of his clothe. Despite the act being completely non-sexual, it was only turning me on more.

“All done” I smiled. “Now come on, mommy’s been waiting since morning!”

We both quickly stripped ourselves down to our birthday suits and walked into the master bathroom. The bathroom had a separate shower and bathtub. So while we let the water from the shower warm up, Chris sat me down on the ledge of the bathtub. I didn’t even have to ask what he wanted, extending my foot out on my own.

Chris got on the ground again, sucking on each one of my toes passionately.

“I love the color. It looks even better than I thought it would” he said, marveling at my pedicure.

“Yeah, it is quite nice. Oh! I also got some massage oils!” I exclaimed.

“Really?! Where?” he asked, scrambling onto his feet.

“Not now honey!” I giggled. “Your sister’s going to be home soon and we won’t have time to enjoy it!” I answered, secretly already knowing when I wanted him to use it.

“You’re right” he smiled. “Besides, this is more than kinky enough” he said, taking another playful lick of my toes.

Most of the piss had naturally flowed down my leg, ensuring Chris was definitely getting a good taste of it now on my feet! The effect showed, as he was even more into it than normal. He had jammed my entire foot in his mouth, tickling between my toes as he face-fucked himself. It was so hot seeing him worship my feet that I responded by pushing it deeper in his mouth on my own, causing him to gag.

But each time he gagged, Chris moaned with it, telling me with his eyes to shove it in more. I of course obliged, laughing the entire time as I choked my son with my pee-soaked feet.

“Ok honey, I think they’re clean now” I giggled. “Let’s hop in the shower”

The water was already plenty warm when we walked inside, feeling amazing on our skin. We began making out immediately, letting the water pour down above us, washing and relaxing us at the same time.

“What should we do when-“

“Let’s not worry about that now honey” I moaned, cutting him off. “Just fuck mommy now!”

I moved into position, pressing myself against the limestone tiles of the shower wall. Chris followed my lead, getting behind me and spreading my pussy open. I doubt he could tell because of the running water, but my pussy was soaking wet, and not because of my bladder either! Understanding our time restrain, he quickly jammed his full length in me, causing me to scream out in primal pleasure.

“Fuck!!!” I yelled. “Harder honey!” I instructed.

Chris’ cock replied with the answer I wanted, pumping into me with purpose and speed. And to satisfy me even more, he pulled me away from the wall, pushing my back down so he could fuck me doggystyle. I had to extend my hands in front of me, pushing against the wall so I wouldn’t fall over.

“Uuugghh! Yes! Honey! Fuck mommy just like that!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Ooohhh!” Chris panted behind me, slamming his cock mercilessly into me. The flowing water only served to amplify the sound of us fucking as the smacking sounds loudly echoed in the master bathroom.

He was gripping onto my hips so tight that I couldn’t even fuck him back, just being held completely still for his cock to thrust into me. I guess the combination of my workout clothes and new pedicure had done quite a number on Chris!

“Uughh! I love fucking you in the shower mom! Your skin is so damn sexy when it’s wet” he moaned, pulling me up so my body was pressed against his chest.

He ran his hands all across my front, feeling me up from my tight and toned stomach to my ample tits. All the while, his cock never lost any speed, continuing to thrust into my hungry pussy.

Our moment alone was suddenly interrupted by my daughter’s voice, barely audible over the shower and our moans.

“Mom” she yelled again, her voice on the second floor hallway.

“What is it sweetie?”

Chris had stopped, remaining completely still behind me. But while he was hesitant to move, I had no such feelings. I reluctantly took his cock out of me so I could turn around, planting my lips on his as I waited for my daughter’s answer.

“Mom? Where are you?” she asked, entering the bedroom.

“Mommy’s taking a shower” I screamed, smiling at Chris as I did so.

Even in my head I could see how much of a freak I was, but I couldn’t stop it. My lips continued to move on their own, kissing and sucking on Chris’ as I conversed with my daughter. Even my hand had a mind of his own, pumping Chris’ cock furiously.

“Could I play in the snow outside?” she exclaimed.

I almost wanted to tell her no just so she could stay around, just so I could have that extra rush, but I resisted.

“Sure Sweetie” I answered, trying to hide my moans.

“Yes! I’ll be in the backyard!” she screamed, running off.