Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

Chapter 17


"Zihan, you're back. I miss you so much." Before I walked to the living room, Sam walked over from the living room, grinning his thick white lips, revealing two rows of shining white teeth. , looked at me with an honest face, spread his hands to both sides, and hugged me,

I walked over to Sam and looked at him. He was still wearing the black vest and red basketball shorts. There was nothing strange about him.

No, on Sam's red basketball pants, as Sam walked around, there was a vague stick-like object shaking a few times in the pants. Looking at the shaking position, the red fabric was obviously wet and black. Damn, it looks like I sweated and wet my pants when I was massaging my mother just now.

"Haha, Sam, okay, I'm not gay," I was hugged tightly by Sam's two big black hands. He was so strong that I almost couldn't breathe.

When Sam hugged me, I smelled a very fragrant smell on his body. This smell, this fragrance, felt very familiar, but now I can't think of where I have smelled this smell in my mind.

"Hey, Zihan, I'm teaching my mother yoga, and she's getting better and better." As he said that, Sam let go of me and walked to the living room with me.

When Sam was talking, my eyes had already turned to my mother.

The mother standing in the corner, her fair and pretty face looked very rosy at this time.

Mom closed her eyes and was wearing a loose pure white short-sleeved shirt, sitting close to the wall. Her butt was slightly lowered, her slender legs were put together and slightly stretched forward, and her two smooth white jade-like arms were pressed against the wall. , two white and tender soles were exposed under the gray-blue yoga pants, vigorously supporting the body that was leaning back against the wall.

It turns out that my mother was leaning against the corner practicing yoga. No wonder I couldn’t see her and Sam outside the window sill just now.

My hanging heart finally breathed a sigh of relief. Sam was indeed teaching my mother to practice yoga.

"That's for sure, hehe, where's mom and dad?" Sam and I walked to the sofa and sat next to each other. I picked up a piece of fruit on the table and stuffed it into my mouth.

Dad is indeed not on the first floor. I haven't seen him since I arrived home. He must be sleeping upstairs.

"Huh...huh..." Mom opened her red lips slightly, exhaled gently from her mouth, then slowly retracted her legs, and slowly stood up. Her two thighs were numb from squatting. Reason, I saw my mother’s whole body trembling slightly,

After standing up straight, my mother closed her legs and leaned against the wall again, not moving forward.

Mom leaned back and stood up straight against the corner. Her already plump breasts pushed forward even more, making her loose short-sleeved chest look rounder.

"Your father went to the work unit for a meeting," my mother then opened her beautiful eyes and gave me a gentle look.

After saying that, he bent slightly and picked up the towel on the sofa to wipe the hot sweat on his forehead. His face was pink, and his two big eyes seemed to be filled with mist, and there was an indescribable feeling of charm.

The hot sweat on my mother's slender neck flowed to my mother's white and tender collarbone. The hot sweat on her collarbone slid down and slid into my mother's plump chest. The collar of the cotton short-sleeved shirt was wet with sweat and clung to the white and tender chest flesh. In my sight, the pure white short-sleeved shirt was slightly wrinkled. I felt that my mother, who was standing in front of me now, was exuding an air of warmth. I can see and feel the beauty of motherhood.

My mother's chest was wet with hot sweat, and the white and tender skin on her body was exposed from the thin short sleeves. Looking down, I suddenly trembled in my heart. Could it be...

Fortunately, it was not what I thought. In the white short sleeves, a purple color showed through the chest. That must be the purple bra worn by my mother.

Just a moment ago, I thought my mother was not wearing underwear again, which shocked me. It seemed that my mother was not wearing a bra that night, which still made me feel frightened.

"Oh, I asked why I didn't see dad," I replied to my mother,

I looked at my mother again, and the thin short sleeves on her body were soaked with hot sweat. Now my mother looked steaming, giving people a feeling of water and hibiscus. This is the so-called aura, or temperament. ,

I feel that my mother is more beautiful, more mature than Li Xiaojun, and more elegant than Zhang Min. This is what I really think in my heart.

No, the purple bra in my mother’s short sleeves didn’t feel symmetrical. Suddenly, my heart trembled again.