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


    Date: 2/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Cuckold, Foot or shoe fetish, Male / Older Female, Water Sports/Pissing, Wife, Young, Author: KG210502, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

    felt comfortable so…” “Oh, could you squirt some more, honey? It’s drying up!” I giggled, acting completely shameless in front of Charles. “Great!” I smiled, sliding my feint in Chris’ palms. I kept my eyes on my husband’s face, making sure the he was watching it all. The more he stared, the bolder I got. While Chris’ massaged the front of my feet, I placed my heels on cock, ever so slightly rubbing it. I don’t know if Charles picked up on that or not, but it was there for him to see. “Dinner’s downstairs, but it might be a little cold. Anything else?” “uhh...no. I –“ “Good , You can change later. After Chris and I are done here” I said, faking him a smile. Charles was left speechless, just casually nodding his head and walking back out the door. I both enjoyed and hated how scared my husband was around me. I enjoyed toying with him like this, but hated how beta he was. For most of our marriage, I never argued with him much, and therefore never saw how weak he actually was in situations like this. I don’t know how I would’ve felt if I saw it years earlier, but seeing it now was a huge turn off. How could it not be, watching him so willingly allow another man to pleasure his wife’s feet right in front of him, and his own son nonetheless! “Mom-“ “Go grab a towel honey so we can clean up! I don’t want to miss our movie!” I smiled. “Yeah!” he answered, his smile returning. “Make sure it’s your fathers’” I winked. After using my husband’s towel to clean Chris’ cum off my feet, ...
    I quickly got changed. My baby blue sweater and dark blue jeans weren’t too revealing, but the rest of my outfit subtly suggested that Chris and I were not going off to enjoy a movie as mother and son. I put on some light makeup, doing my mascara as well as some lipstick. And instead of going with my usual sneakers, I got out a pair of winter high heel boots. “Alright let’s go downstairs!” My husband was eating in the dining room alone when Chris and I got to kitchen, ready to leave through the garage. “Dear, we’re going out to see a movie.” “Oh, you didn’t tell me” he said, leaving his seat. I don’t know if it was because the oil masked it before, but as Charles walked closer towards us, I could distinctly smell the scent of perfume on him. “Is it… just you the two of you?” he asked, his tone suggesting another question. “Yeah. What? Is there a problem with someone my age enjoying the company of the younger generation?” I answered, staring right back at him, daring him to say something else. I could see the gears turning in his head, wondering if he should say anything or not. But when he remained silent, I turned around to put my boots on, essentially ending his chance. “What time will you be back?” “Oh I dunno, probably late. We were going to leave earlier but you had a meeting that ran late” “uhh yeah. That was my fault. Ok, enjoy then” he smiled, opening the door for us. The panicked look on his face told me he wanted us to leave as much as we did ourselves, maybe even ...
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