Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

Chapter 5

Sam and I have just known each other for less than a week. Because he is an international exchange student from South Africa and is staying
at my house. Coupled with Sam's funny appearance and outgoing and talkative personality, Sam and I have become friends in the past few days.
friends.

　　Although I feel like I am friends with this dark-skinned classmate from South Africa, I still feel something
strange .

　　Before dinner, in the kitchen at home.

　　Under Sam's lead, Sam and I went to the kitchen to help my mother.

　　"Hey, Sam, you need to use chopsticks to stir that meat. How can you use your hands?" Mom glanced at her beautiful eyes,
with some shock and anger in her eyes.

　　My mother's angry voice startled me, who was washing vegetables by the sink, and turned to look at Sam.

　　My mother is very particular about hygiene, especially the food she eats in her mouth. I remember that
when , I often didn’t have the habit of washing my hands. I would just raise my hands to grab various things and put them in my mouth.

　　Every time my mother sees me, she pats my little hand and says, "You must wash your hands before eating. Zihan wants to be a healthy
child." As a result, I now pay great attention to hygiene when eating.

　　I remember that when my mother was young, she always liked to wear all kinds of skirts, dresses, hip-hugging skirts, skirts, floral skirts
, long skirts, cheongsams... Her skin was as white as snow, and she was tall and always loved to wear these skirts and lead me. Walking on the beach
and taking various photos of me and my mother were wonderful memories of my childhood.

　　My thoughts returned to my eyes, and I looked at my mother standing by the induction cooker. She had a curvy figure. Time may have passed by no
one, but I felt that my mother was becoming more and more beautiful, and she had a more mature and elegant temperament.

　　"Ah, Mom, I'm sorry, isn't this in line with Chinese etiquette?" Sam was a little at a loss. He didn't know where to put his
black hands . He was also startled by his mother's sudden reaction.

　　"Sam, is it Chinese etiquette? You can't just stir the meat puree with your hands. It's unhygienic.
Didn't you see the disposable gloves I put in front of you?" Mom still seemed to feel uncomfortable with Sam's behavior.
There was lingering fear in her heart, her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

　　"Mom, I'm sorry, I always eat meatballs like this in South Africa. I thought it was the same in China."
Sam quickly took the disposable gloves on the chopping board and put them on.

　　"Sam, it's not what mom told you. What you eat is so important. Make sure it is clean and hygienic!" Mom seemed to
feel that her reaction just now was a little too much, and looked at Sam with a smile.

　　This moment made me relieved. After all, if my mother got mad and cursed at Sam,
I didn't know how it would end.

　　"Okay, thank you for reminding me mom, I will remember it," Sam nodded with a grin, and his black hands wearing
disposable gloves began to concentrate on mixing the meat paste in the bowl.

　　I washed the vegetable leaves and handed them to my mother to make soup. Originally, the meatballs that Sam had kneaded were meant to be put into the pot, but my
mother used them to fry them. I guess my mother was still a little wary of the meatballs that Sam's black hands grabbed. .