Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

However, how can I reach the top? I am so anxious that I wish I could grow three meters tall.

Just when I was anxious, I saw a wooden box for storing sundries at the door of the laundry room. The box looked like one meter and a half high. If I stepped on it, plus my height, it would definitely be fine. See mom's bedroom. Thinking about it, I walked over and moved it with bare feet. My mother probably didn't put anything in it, but the weight of the box itself was still a little heavy. Fortunately, I could move it gently.

Slowly, I lifted it under the vent, and suddenly thought, if my mother or Sam opened the door and came out and saw my strange behavior, how would I explain it?

But that was just a momentary concern, now I just wanted to see what Mom and Sam were doing in the bedroom,

I slowly climbed onto the box. Fortunately, I wasn't very heavy and the box could bear my weight. Ever since I heard the last sound from the bedroom, I didn't know whether it was Sam or my mother, the room fell into silence. I slowly stood up and just reached the vent.

The white pendant headlight on the ceiling in my mother's bedroom, the white wardrobe in the bedroom, and the curtained window opposite the bedroom all appeared in my field of vision little by little.

But I could only see so much, so I had to stand on tiptoes, and then, my mother's dressing table, the stool in front of the dressing table, and the spacious Simmons bed next to the stool appeared in front of me.

What puzzled me was that on the Simmons bed, the quilt was held up high, as if someone was hunched over, holding up the quilt, but I didn't see my mother or Sam.

"Um...no...obey..." Suddenly, my mother's voice came from the quilt, and then, in the darkness, my long-haired mother leaned her head out of the quilt, but she didn't see Sam.

There was no bright light, so I didn’t see what my mother’s expression looked like, but I saw her face buried in the pillow at the head of the bed, with her black hair covering her snow-white face in the dark.

Mother didn't speak. The arched quilt slowly collapsed. Soon, a black head emerged from the quilt and faced mother. That was Sam. What was Sam doing? Was he holding him ? Mom sleeps?

Although I still slept with my mother in my arms when I was in junior high college, that was in the first year of junior high college, and I was still very young at that time. However, Sam is now very big, and we are both sixteen years old. It is too shameful for Sam to do this. Body.

Neither mother nor Sam spoke, they just slept facing each other on the bed. It seemed that Sam was afraid of thunder, so he ran to his mother and slept with her.

Those strange sounds I heard just now must be my mother rejecting Sam. After all, Sam is sixteen years old and can be considered a young adult.

But later, her mother probably gave in and agreed to let Sam sleep with her.

I looked over and saw that my mother and Sam were not moving on the bed. They seemed to be asleep. The feet I had propped up were already sore and numb that I almost fell over. I had to squat down slowly to let my feet rest. Take a moment to relax.


"Well..." Just when I was thinking about whether to climb down from the box, lift the box back to its original position, and then go downstairs to sleep to see how Sam would explain it to me tomorrow, another strange sound came from my mother along with the sound of rain outside. It reached my ears in the bedroom,

It was so strange. I slowly stood up again, and then slowly stood on tiptoes. The Simmons bed appeared in front of me again. Mom and Sam were still facing each other with their heads exposed, no different from before.

Strange, what was that sound just now?

I looked around the room, and there was nothing unusual. Mom's clothes, pants, and flesh-colored stockings were all hung cleanly on the hangers, and the pink slippers were also placed under Mom's bed. Sam must have been too scared, so he I came up to my mother with bare feet, but I didn’t see his slippers.

My eyes returned to my mother's bed. The quilt was tightly covering my mother and Sam. That quilt, huh? No, why does that quilt seem to be shaking?

In order to confirm whether it was really moving, I wiped my eyes and stared at the quilt again. Yes, the quilt covering my mother and Sam was shaking gently.

Weird, so weird, what are mom and Sam doing?