Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

I shook my head helplessly, what am I doing? My mother has long treated Sam as her own child, and even Sam was naughty and even scolded worse. This is my mother.

I watched for a while. Mom and Sam didn't move anymore. They were just covered in the quilt. I looked at my feet that were almost unconscious, squatted down slowly, and then sat on the box to relax for a while. Yes, my feet will slowly regain feeling.

"Mom...please..." Sam's voice under the quilt could not be heard clearly.

I quickly stood on tiptoes and looked in through the vent.

"Well..." A dull voice came from the quilt, and then the quilt began to shake gently again. After about two minutes,

"Ah..." I heard clearly, it was the dull sound made by Sam. It seemed to me that when he first came to stay with me at home, I heard him outside the toilet door making this dull sound when he went to the toilet in the middle of the night to have a stomachache.

After a while, the quilt was slowly pulled down again, and mother's head and Sam's head stuck out from the quilt.

Mom was still lying on her side, seemingly asleep. Sam's face was pressed against his mother's snow-white back, and the quilt didn't shake anymore. Sam stood up and took a few tissues from the bedside and put them into the quilt, and after a while he threw them into the quilt. In the trash can under the bed, were his own tears stuck to his mother? I think it must be because he was so sad just now.

As soon as Sam got up, I saw that the white suspender on my mother's beautiful white back seemed to be missing? Mom's naked back?

Just when I wanted to see more clearly, Sam had already covered his mother and him with the quilt. I must have been dazzled, but my mother had just scolded Sam not long ago. Soon, the even breathing of mother and Sam came from the bedroom.

Although I was worried about what was going on under the quilt just now, I couldn't help it. I didn't dare to knock on the door. Besides, it was really Sam who was very scared and was just hugging his mother.

Watching my mother and Sam sleeping, I gently climbed down from the box. Although my feet were numb and didn't look like my own feet, I still went down. It seemed abnormal for me to do this.

Little by little, I lifted the box to its original position in the laundry room, and then walked slowly back. Passing by my mother's bedroom door, I took a look and walked downstairs.

When I returned to the bedroom, I always felt that something was missing. Looking at Sam's bed, I felt a little uncomfortable when Sam was not there.

After a while, I listened to the rain outside the house slowly getting lighter, and the thunder gradually subsided. In my daze, I seemed to hear the bedroom door being opened, and there was a rustling sound coming from Sam's bed beneath me. The sound was Sam coming down from my mother's room. The thunder stopped and Sam also came down to sleep. I felt inexplicably more at ease.

Am I worried about something? I don't know, there is only a strong sleepiness that takes me into the darkness like anesthesia.

To be continued...