Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

Sam wasn't in the bedroom, could he be in the living room? I crouched down and came to the living room. When I looked in from the outside, it was quiet, no one was talking, and the TV was not turned on.

Strange, where did Sam go?

I had no choice but to give up my plan of scaring him and opened the door and went in.

I put the ball in the bedroom. I was a little thirsty after being out for so long. I walked to the living room. There was a "buzzing..." sound of the washing machine spinning from upstairs.

It seems that mom has already gotten up and is doing housework, but Sam doesn’t know where he is.

I went to the living room to drink a glass of water and went upstairs. Maybe Sam was helping my mother with the housework. "Mom, where is Sam?" I came to the second floor. I didn't see my mother. She must be in the laundry room.

"Zihan, I'm here," said Sam, coming out of the laundry room, wearing his black vest and white shorts.

"Sam, I got the ball," I said to Sam and walked over.

"Okay, let's go play ball in the afternoon," Sam looked at me.

"Okay," I came to the door of the laundry room and saw my mother with her long hair curled behind her head and fixed with a purple hairpin. She bent slightly with her back to me and was taking clothes in the washing machine with both hands.

Mom was wearing a sleeveless high-necked light green sweater and a white hip-hugging skirt. There was also a yellow and white plaid apron tied around her waist. A pair of snow-white shiny thighs were exposed from under the hip-hugging skirt. They were white and tender. Wearing a pair of pink summer slippers on her feet,

"Mom, do you have many clothes? Do you want me to get them?" I said to my mother inside,

"No, you go down and play. I'll make lunch after I finish my work." My mother looked back at me, her eyes full of tenderness and her face slightly rosy.

"Okay, Sam, let's go," I said to Sam.

"Well, Mom, is there anything else you want me to do?" Sam looked back at his mother,

"No, go down," my mother replied without looking back.

"Let's go, mom said no," I rolled my eyes at Sam. You don't have to do this to please mom.

"Hey, okay, let me go see what kind of basketball you bought." Sam came over, put his arm around my neck, and we walked downstairs.

Sam wears perfume in the morning? Why is there a faint fragrance...

I looked at Sam. He didn't suddenly smell strange. Use some perfume to block the smell.

But it shouldn't be. This scent is very light. I seem to have smelled it somewhere.

"It's just a normal basketball, what's there to see?" I rolled my eyes at Sam again.

"Hey, that's definitely not the case. My Zihan bought it in person!" Sam said, "..." I was speechless for a while.

"...Damn faggot...go away," I pushed Sam away, but he still hugged me tightly.

There is no way, this "Dead Nico" is very strong, I can't break free from his restraints.

"Hahaha..." Sam grinned his big white mouth and laughed.

Mom went downstairs and made us lunch. Of course, Sam and I were helping mom wash and chop vegetables. Dad told us to take good care of mom.

While I was cooking, I wasn't allowed to look at my mother's breasts, but her breasts were too big. I put my apron on the bulging breasts and looked sideways. The breasts were hanging in the light green sweater, looking round and plump. It's like water droplets falling on my hands.

Um...what was I thinking, that's mom!

One thing that worried me again was that when my mother was having lunch, she took off her apron, and while I was picking up vegetables sitting opposite her, I inadvertently glanced at my mother's breasts, two round and plump breasts. The light green sleeveless sweater was supported by a stiff bulge, and two peanut-sized embossments were printed on the front of the clothes. Although I don’t know whether my mother lowered her body to eat intentionally or unintentionally, those two bulges were indeed real. appeared in my eyes again,

Mom was not wearing a bra. This was my first reaction. I was startled and looked at Sam who was eating with relish next to me. He laughed from time to time while watching the TV in front of me. This made me feel at ease.

The same goes for my mother. Although we may be very relaxed at home without wearing a bra, Sam and I are 16-year-old boys after all. But think about it, in my mother’s eyes, Sam and I have always been little boys in her eyes.

No matter what, I am my mother's child, and Sam is also my mother's child. As long as my mother is happy, I will support my mother. Thinking about it, the entanglement in my heart disappeared.

In the afternoon, Sam taught me how to play basketball all afternoon, which made me almost exhausted. I have to say that playing basketball is a high-energy sport.