Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

I thought about taking a sneak peek, but it would be terrible if my parents discovered my strange appearance.

"Ah...um...Sam...it hurts..." A woman's somewhat painful voice came from the living room, much clearer than what I heard outside my bedroom just now. This must be my mother's voice.

"Mom, press your waist down. It won't hurt anymore if you hold on for a while," it was Sam's rough voice.

Push your waist down? Is Sam teaching his mother yoga again?

I slowly got up bit by bit and approached the window sill. I had to be very careful when approaching the window, because looking out of the window from inside the home, you can see if there is any movement at a glance, unless you don't pay attention.

I stood up slowly, and the scene in the living room emerged in front of my eyes little by little. The sofa was clean, and a fruit plate was neatly placed on the guest table.

"Yes, Mom, hold on a little longer," said Sam.

Looking for the sound, I saw my mother and Sam in the living room. However, looking from the window, my mother and Sam behaved inexplicably strangely.

Because both Sam and Mom were lying on the carpet, no, it should be said that Mom was lying on the floor, and Sam seemed to be lying on Mom?

Mom was wearing gray-blue yoga pants, her legs were kneeling on the carpet, and her upper body in white short-sleeves was lying forward. Mom's buttocks were already plump, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, she raised her buttocks high back. , her head buried in her two snow-white arms lying forward, her body facing the window, so that I couldn't see her face, the short sleeves on her back naturally fell to the middle of her waist, and her back was completely white. .

Sam also knelt behind his mother, leaning forward slightly. His two black hands were clenched into fists and pressed against his mother's tender waist. His fists were pressing down on her waist. No wonder her mother screamed just now. The action doesn't look easy.

But in this yoga pose, Sam’s abdomen should be touching his mother’s butt, right? He is still leaning forward. Don't you think this posture is not very elegant?

"Mom is so powerful. It's coming soon. Just hold on for one more minute." After Sam finished speaking, he leaned forward even further than before. The hand pressing his mother's waist turned into two hands holding her as she moved forward. Lying on the carpet, exposing his white waist, he scbangd his two thumbs from a little above his buttocks to his mother's white back, all the way to his mother's shoulders. In this way, Sam's abdomen was directly pressed against Mom's raised ass.

Mom didn't speak and looked like she was struggling to support herself.

We are used to seeing Sam doing yoga for us, but now looking from the outside, I always feel that doing this yoga is a bit ambiguous.

is this okay? Of course, my mother was screaming in pain, which proved that Sam was indeed doing yoga for her. I looked around the living room, and I didn't see my father in the living room.

His eyes returned to his mother and Sam. Sam's hand slid from his thumb to holding his mother's thin waist with his ten fingers. He slowly kneaded her waist, and then moved it little by little into the white short-sleeved shirt. Press, because those black hands are disappearing into the white short sleeves little by little.

"Ah...Sam...you..." Mom raised her head and looked back at Sam sideways,

What happened to Sam? Mom seemed a little angry,

"Mom...I'm sorry..." Sam said something while sticking to his mother's back.

Because of Sam's action, I felt that the behavior of mother and Sam was even weirder. It seemed that mother was lying on the ground, mother raised her buttocks, and Sam hugged mother behind her, just like a female monkey walking with a baby monkey on her back.

"No...Sam...obey..." Mom was shaking her head and saying something to Sam,

I concentrated on listening, but still couldn't hear what they were saying. I really wanted to open the window and surprise my mother and Sam.

"..." I saw Sam's arms move a few times in her mother's loose short sleeves, and her mother buried her face in her white arms again.

Originally, mother's hands were supporting her body. After Sam moved a few times, mother's white arms collapsed softly, and her entire upper body lay on the carpet.

Sam was wearing his loose red basketball pants and a black vest, and his two black hands were still inside his mother's white short sleeves. They seemed to be pressing his mother's back.