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

Introduction: This a series that I left off almost a full year ago, but am just now able to continue again. For those who do remember and read it before, I’m so sorry for stopping so suddenly and I apologize profusely! Because of work, I’ve been gone for a year in a country that has much stricter regulations for internet censorship than I knew about. I never intended to stop, but was kind of forced to (didn’t want to even chance it with VPN or anything). Regardless, it is a series I am picking back up now, so please just see it as a TV series then went on break!!! For new readers, this series is very long, but you can give the first half of this chapter a chance and see if its worth your time to go back to others. It’s not completely necessary but may be helpful to see how it developed to this point. Thanks!


I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing, letting me know it was seven. This had become the norm for my Saturday mornings. Instead of taking the chance to sleep in, I now regularly woke early, before my husband and daughter did.

I quietly walked to the bathroom, did my usual morning routine, and left my bedroom with my husband still snoring loudly. Immediately I went for Chris’s, tiptoeing across the carpeted floor. It was an act that I had done dozens of times, yet I was as excited as if it was the first.

“Good morning honey” I whispered, cracking his door open.

He was still sound asleep, his face turned towards the wall, away from me. I could hear the soft music still playing from his computer. Not wanting to waste any time, I got into bed and cuddled with him. My hand wrapped around his body and immediately found his cock. It was only semi-hard, but with a few short strokes it quickly came alive.

“Huh?” Chris groaned, still confused.

“Did you sleep well, honey?” I asked, removing his covers.

“Oh, hi mom. Yeah, I slept fine” he answered, almost robotic like.

“Good! Let’s get the day started!” I exclaimed, feeling up his chest.

Chris instinctively rolled over, kissing me on the mouth.

“Let me just go to the bathroom first” he chuckled.

I watched him scurry out the door, and soon heard the sound of the running sink water as he brushed his teeth. He was fast, probably much faster than his dentist would recommend, not that I complained of course!

Coming back in his room, he closes the door shut and immediately walked towards me. And just as I attempted to sit up from his bed, he pushed me back down, straddling on top of me. I could feel his cock through his boxers, teasing the opening of my pussy. While our lips embraced, he expertly used one hand and shimmied down my panties.

“You’re wet already” He smirked, fingering me.

“Mommy’s always wet around you!” I giggled, pushing his boxers down.

“Did you enjoy last night?” I teased.

“Uh-huh” he answered, barely able to get his mouth away from mine.

“Did you enjoy kissing mommy with your dad watching?” I teased, returning to our French kiss. I wanted him to be as horny as possible right now, adding to the memory of last night.

“Uh…yeah, it felt bad, and wrong. But I was pretty turned on too” he muttered, with just the slightest hint of a smile.

“Do you want to go further next time?” I giggled.

“Maybe” he chuckled. “I felt really bad at first, but then I remembered that…that-“

“it’s okay, you can say it honey!” I giggled. “Your dad’s fucking his slut of a secretary” I exclaimed.

Seeing my smile, he knew it didn’t upset me.

“And here I am, fucking my slut of a mom!” He smiled.

I gasped, acting as if I was insulted. “Is that how you talk to your mother!”

“It is when she wakes up to fuck her son instead of her husband” he answered back, planting his lips back on mine.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy mom” he moaned, feeling up my body. “I need to be inside you”

Wanting the same thing, I instantly spread my legs, and reached for his cock, lining it up with my pussy.

“Oh god Yes!” I moaned, as he entered me.

For the first few minutes Chris fuck me slowly in missionary, just enjoying the feeling of our bodies intertwined. We continue to kiss passionately, like lovers. He softly felt up and down my body, caressing my hair as we made love. I don’t think I will ever get used to the feeling of his cock inside me, it just feels like that’s where it belongs, fitting every curve.

“Come on, start fucking mommy harder” I edged on.

Listening to my command, he began pumping fast, shaking the bed more and more. Soon, the sound of the mattress and our moans was drowning out the soft music.

“Mom, can you turn around, I want you in doggie” he panted.

Before I could actually turn over, he moved to the end of the bed, diving down to lick my pussy. His tongue was everywhere; pleasuring my clit, pussy lips, and my opening. And the deeper he dug inside me, the more I shoved his face into my pussy.

“YES! Eat mommy out!” I exclaimed, hiding my screams.

The sun was barely coming up, and here I was, close to my first orgasm of the day already.

“Oh Fucckk!!!” I moaned, pulling his hair.

But surprisingly, he didn’t let me get there, pausing for second and then turning me over. In an instant, his cock was back in me, slamming at full force this time. Neither one of us cared about the echoes encompassing the room, both too lost in lust.

“Yes fuck me back mom! I love the feeling of your pussy!” He moaned, giving my right cheek a loud slap.

“Oh, yes!”

Hearing my screams of pleasure, he did it again, even harder this time. I could tell from the impact that it was going to leave a mark, a symbol for the slut I am.

His cock continued to pump into me, driving in and out of my pussy with purpose. Each thrust felt like it was designed to bring me closer to climax. Normally there would be no worries about his stamina, but being the first session of the day, I knew he wouldn’t last too long.

“oh yes, honey! Nobody fucks mommy like you do!” I screamed, tightly gripping his bedsheets, as my body shook violently.

“Are you close mom?” he gasped.

“Do you need to cum, honey?”

“Yeah!” he moaned. “Your pussy feels too good!”

“Okay, that’s fine honey. Just tell mommy when, I…OH YESSS!!!…FUCK!!… want it in my mouth”

“mhm” he mumbled, trying to focus on his thrusts.

I swear, with each passing day, he was getting better. Every time we fucked, his cock felt even more amazing than the day before. It’s remarkable what a growing boy can do!

“Ok mom, I’m close” he stammered, pulling out.

I immediately turned around, engulfing the head of his cock in one motion. And before my hand could even wrap around the shaft, I felt him unload. Six, thick, creamy loads shot into my mouth. And like a good little slut, I made sure to get every last drop!

After swallowing everything in my mouth, I smiled back at him, reaching for his cock and smearing whatever was left on my stomach. Slowly, making sure Chris watched me, I brought some to my nipples as well, tweaking and pinching them as I rubbed the rest of his cum around my tits.

What time is it?“ he smiled.

“It’s almost eight. I think we still have an hour if you want to go again” I suggested.

“Actually, I better finish up a project. You’re still giving my driving lessons later, right?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, with a bright smile. “Go do your homework then, I’ll call you down for breakfast later”

“Thanks mom” he said, giving me a kiss, and my ass one last squeeze.

I didn’t bother getting dressed, just grabbing my pajamas, and heading back to my bedroom for a change of clothes. Knowing what we had planned for the day, I went for a skintight pair of yoga pants and a very loose blouse. I did decide to go with the bra, but only because it would be too obvious otherwise.

Looking at my sleeping husband, I found myself loving the idea of walking around in Chris’ cum. Just knowing Charles would be oblivious to it made me excited again. I almost wanted to rush to Chris’s room, against his will, and get his hard cock out. There probably would be little resistance, if any at all from him! But I ultimately didn’t, deciding it’s still important for him to do well in school. Thank God he cared so much about his own education, otherwise, we’d be going at it every second of every day that we were alone.

Jesse woke up before her father, plopping on the couch like always to watch cartoons.

“What do you want for breakfast sweetie?” I asked.

“French toast!” She yelled excitedly.

“ok” I giggled, shaking my head. Her boundless amounts of energy never cease to amaze me.

It wasn’t until 9:30 that Charles woke up, lumbering his way downstairs. He had been putting on more weight recently, making it even harder for me to feel attracted to him. It actually kind of made me admire Sara’s patience. She must really want to move up in the company!

“I’m going to get Chris for breakfast. Eggs and leftover French toast on the stove” I pointed.

He grunted like an ogre, still half asleep.

Chris must’ve heard the conversation, because he came down on his own, saving me a trip upstairs.

“Smells great mom!” he smiled.

“Morning dad” he greeted, sounding casual.

“Hey” he answered, not indicating that anything was off.

The two of them sat next to each other as they ate their breakfast, with Charles completely oblivious to the fact that I had fucked his son an hour earlier.

“How many pieces you want, honey?” I asked, getting him a batch.

“three’s fine” Chris answered.

“Here’s the syrup” I smiled, moving it from in front of my husband to my son.

“Did you wake up late too, dear?” my husband asked.

“No, why?”

“Nothing, just that your hair still seems is a little messy from last night. Haven’t had time to shower yet?” he pointed.

I knew this was his not so subtle way of telling me that he hadn’t forgotten about our abandoned conversation from the night before. But, I’m not exactly sure what he wanted, because I sure as hell had no intention of continuing it now.

“Not yet, is that a problem?”

“No, no I was just saying” he said, cowering away from confrontation already.

“I think you look fine mom” Chris smiled.

“Oh thank you for the compliment, honey!” I exclaimed, twirling his hair and kissing his cheek.

Over the past week, I had kissed both Chris and Jessie in front of my husband. It had become a somewhat common way of greeting them or saying goodbye. So seeing me do it now, was not that big of a surprise for Charles.

“How’s the food?”

“It’s awesome mom, like usual”

“Yeah? Let me have a taste. I’ve been so busy cooking, I haven’t even tried it myself yet!” I giggled.

Chris cut up a nice slice for me, stabbed it with his fork, and brought it to my mouth. I happily accepted it, looking over at my husband as he watched his son feed me.

“Oops!” Chris exclaimed, reaching his off hand out to catch a stream of dripping syrup.

“Good instincts!”

Knowing my husband was still watching us, I brought Chris’s fingers up to my mouth and twirled my tongue around. And just when he thought I was done, I wrapped my lips around the tip, and began to suck lightly, producing a loud smacking noise as I slurped on the sugary nectar.

“So sweet!” I giggled.

“You missed a spot mom!” he chuckled, repositioning his hand.

I looked down at his palm, noticing the bit of syrup still near his thumb.

“You’re right! Let me get that too then!” I exclaimed, teasingly extending my tongue as far out as possible, hungrily licking up the sweet sauce.

I could see the look of astonishment in Charles’s eyes. But he was completely speechless, just staring at what I was doing with his son. I responded with nothing but a little smirk.

And caught up in the moment, I actually scooted closer, sliding myself onto Chris’s lap.

“Let me get a taste of the eggs too” I said.

“It needs some salt. Could you pass the salt over?” I smiled over at my husband.

Charles reacted instinctively, grabbing the shaker and sliding it over. He didn’t say a word, still unable to comprehend what was happening.

“You should watch the sausages dear, too much is bad for your cholesterol” I said.

“uhh-huh” he grunted as an answer.

As I was talking to his father, I could feel Chris fidgeting; his hard cock poking at my ass. He might’ve been okay with earlier, but I guess it would take some time before he got comfortable with me pushing it this far.

So taking his suggestion, I got off his lap slowly, but only after teasing him for a few seconds more of course.

“I’m getting groceries later, anything special you want honey?” I said, rubbing his shoulder.

“uhmm” he pondered.

“You could always come with. I can use a helping hand” I suggested teasingly, staring at my son with “fuck-me” eyes.

“Sorry mom, but I have some homework I need to get done” he answered, barely able to look back at me.

I love how I could still make him squirm with my sex drive! Still, not wanting to go too overboard with the flirting, I turned over to my husband and asked him the same thing.

“I’d love to but I have some work to do as well” he stammered, jamming his face with food so I wouldn’t question him more. Typical.

“Okay, enjoy your breakfast honey, I have some laundry that needs to be done” I smiled, giving Chris a quick kiss on the lips. But when I broke it off, instead of leaving, I leaned in for a second kiss, this time with my lips open. I even let a slight moan slip out of my mouth. The kiss wasn’t long, but definitely passionate. And as soon as I glanced at Charles, I could see its effect.

“That’s what you get for escaping such an easy chore as grocery shopping” I thought to myself.

“Just leave the plate in the sink when you’re done” I smiled at Chris.

“Oh, the trash needs to be taken out afterwards, thanks” I instructed my husband.

One thing that I loved about a late breakfast was the fact that I had no need to make lunch. Instead I could relax, spending a solid two hours reading my book. Afterwards, I headed down to the basement, doing my yoga session for the day. The fact that Chris’ cum was still on me as I bent and contorted my body, got me so hot. By the end of the work out, my pussy was on fire, dying to call Chris down to fill it.

“Are you still studying, honey?” I texted.

“Unfortunately so : ( “

“No time for breaks? ; ) “

“sorry mom, but the projects due on Monday. I really should finish now, since we’re going out tonight”

That little memo immediately raised my spirits, reminding me of the night to come. And if it was anything like yesterday, it would be well worth the wait!

“ok, mommy’s gonna go grocery shopping. Need anything?” I asked a second time, just to make sure.

“oh, actually could you pick up some batteries, AAA. Calculator’s running low”

“Sure thing honey! Text me if you need anything else!”

“I will! Love you, mom!”

With that I departed on a happy note, not even bothering to shower. I just grabbed my winter jacket and left. Pulling into the packed parking garage was an unpleasant reminder that it was now Saturday afternoon, probably the busiest time of the week at the supermarket.

“I should’ve gone earlier” I sighed, grabbing a shopping cart.

As expected, the place was completely packed when I entered. Looking to my left, almost every cashier aisle was full, with plenty of people in line. I just hope it wouldn’t be that bad when I was done shopping. I meticulously went over my list, grabbing everything we needed for the week, before remembering Chris’s request.

The batteries were easy enough to find, and wanting to spice up my relatively boring errand, I placed a pack in my cleavage. Checking around to make sure no one was there, I leaned forward and pulled out my phone, taking a selfie with the batteries in frame.

“Are these what you wanted?” I teased in a text.

Chris didn’t respond until I had left the area. By then I had moved to the bread aisle, looking for our morning brand of toast.

“Fuck! Did you just make batteries hot?!” He joked.

Loving his reaction, I prepared an encore shot. I grabbed a loaf of bread and held it next to my cheek, pretending to lick the side as if it was his cock, staring as sexily as possible into the camera. And again, I pushed up my tits, making sure the top of my cleavage was in frame too.

“Hungry?” I teased.

“You look so sexy mom! I wonder how many more loaves they would sell if you were the ad!”

His comment made me giggle out loud.

“Well, there’s only one customer’s satisfaction I’m interested in” I shot back.

“So, what else are you buying?”

I knew this was his way of asking for more, a request I was happy to help with.

I scrounged around my cart, with the package of vanilla pudding catching eye my first. Knowing I wasn’t supposed to, I tore open one of them anyways, scooped up a large chunk with my index finger, and brought it to my lips. Then again, looking teasingly into the camera, I held my finger there and flashed a naughty smile.

I sent the picture this time without a message, too excited to see his response.

“Does it taste better than mine?”

“never! ; ) “ I giggled, texting back.

“Fuck, now I wish I’d gone with you to shopping : (“

“it’s okay. You better save some of yours for later!”

“Oh, I will. That reminds me, I should get back to my project so that there will be a later. Bye mom!”

“Bye honey, see you at home!”

Our light flirting session made the rest of the trip bearable.