Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

Chapter 20

Mom didn't make a sound, and neither did Sam. The two of them seemed to be sleeping, but the slightly shaking bed quilt made me confused. The window in the bedroom was not opened. The slightly shaking quilt was definitely not caused by the wind. Blowing.

"Hmm..." I saw Sam's body seemed to move under the quilt, and then there was a muffled groan from his mother, whose face was buried in the pillow.

"Sam...you're not good..." I heard my mother, whose fair face was covered by her long hair, say,

"Mom...I'm afraid...in South Africa, thunder...my mother hugs me to sleep...I'm really...scared..." After Sam finished speaking, his voice actually trembled a little,

"Mom...didn't I ask you to sleep with mom...tonight?" At this time, I saw my mother's tender white hands reaching out from the quilt and stroking the hair covering her face behind her.

I finally saw my mother’s snow-white face. She opened her eyes and looked at Sam in front of her.

"Hmm..." Suddenly, my mother groaned and stretched out her arms to clamp the quilt covering her chest.

"Sam...um...no...can't do this..." Mom said something and the quilt moved.

"Mom... I want a hug... otherwise I won't be able to sleep..." Sam said,

"...Well..." Mom didn't say anything, nor did she move.

"Okay...but...can't do that...no...obey me..." What did mom say she couldn't do?

After saying that, Mom let go of the arm that stretched out to hold the quilt on her chest, then hugged Sam through the quilt, patted Sam on the back,

"Thank you, Mom." Sam seemed very happy and moved closer to his mother's chest. His mother's tender hand patting his back paused for a moment, then slowly and then patted Sam's back through the quilt.

Is Sam so scared? Was he struck by lightning when he was a child? Definitely not. He had already gone to see his God after being struck by lightning. It must have been Sam’s unforgettable experience of thunder when he was a child. Looking at the quilt, Sam seemed to be curled up and hugging his mother. It felt like Just like the little monkey lying in the arms of the female monkey in the zoo and hugging the female monkey tightly, I felt a little pity for him.

However, looking from the vent, it may be because of the comparison with Sam’s dark face. Mom’s back and shoulders exposed under the quilt’s white neck appear whiter and smoother.

After a while, Sam actually buried his face under his mother's neck. I don't know if his big mouth touched his mother's white neck flesh. Although he didn't want his mother to be held by Sam to sleep, there was nothing he could do. Sam was really scared. My mother herself didn’t reject him, so I can only sympathize with Sam and support my mother’s actions.

Sam probably didn't do anything excessive, otherwise his mother would have given Sam a big mouth. She had criticized Sam many times since she started working after the Spring Festival holiday.

Seeing that neither mother nor Sam made a sound, mother also stopped patting Sam's back and closed her eyes tightly. She must have fallen asleep.

Seeing such a situation in the bedroom, sleepiness slowly came over me, and I wanted to go down to sleep. What would it look like to peek at my mother like this? If they accidentally saw me, I couldn't explain it clearly.

I took another look at Sam and my mother who seemed to be sleeping soundly through the vent, and decided to go down and rest.

When I looked at it, I saw the quilt covering my mother move again. This time I saw it clearly moving. Then my mother's hand exposed outside the quilt actually grabbed Sam's back.

"Um...Sam...don't..." Mom looked down at Sam who had his face under her neck.

"Zi...Zi...Zi..." I actually heard a sound like something was being sucked by my mouth,

"Uh-huh...you...huh a little more...ah, don't be good..." Mom opened her mouth slightly, grabbed Sam's head with her arm, pushed it out gently, and raised her white chin,

"Stains... stains... stains..." Sam did not reply to his mother, but the sound of sucking something in his mouth continued.

No, Sam’s face was not pressed against his mother’s neck, but just below the collarbone. Because my mother’s chin was raised just now, I saw her slender and white neck.

"Um...stain...mom...stain..." What Sam was saying, he kept burying his head in his mother's chest,

"Um... Sam... uh huh... you... are not good... you can't... uh huh..." Mom's body was slowly twisting, and the tender white arm in the dark night held Sam's head tightly.

"Mom... stains... stains... stains..." Sam said something, and the quilt on his mother's chest was shaking.