Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

"Okay, my son has grown up and knows how to care for his mother."
　　My mother seemed very happy today. I don't know if it was Sam who made her laugh, or if she had something happy to do.
　　"Hehe, that's necessary. Yes, Zihan, we are mother's good sons."
　　Sam continued to jump left and right, like a gorilla in the zoo,
　　"Giggle...ok, don't jump, the bags will be gone later." It’s broken.”
　　Mom looked at me with gentle eyes, then looked at Sam.
　　"By the way, your father is home today. He should be waiting for us at home. Let's go home."
　　Mom looked at me tenderly.
　　So that’s it, woo woo, I miss my dad too, he finally came back to see us.
　　"Okay, dad is back, let's go home for dinner!"
　　Sam was even happier than me, causing the crowd around to look at us strangely.
　　Walking down the aisle home, Sam jumped left and right in front of my mother and I. I really couldn’t believe that the things we did at noon today were actually done by Sam, a kid about the same age as me. In the hotel, his ability to deal with emergencies was also better than mine. I even doubted whether Sam was the same age as me. Anyway, black people all have similar faces when they grow up, and they can't tell the difference in age.
　　I looked at my mother walking beside me with my peripheral vision. Her breathing was steady, her steps were slow, her face was slightly red, and she looked calmly at Sam who was jumping around. Maybe my mother was thinking about how to deal with her relationship with Sam. Maybe not thinking about anything, just looking at Sam.
　　The sunset in summer hangs in the sky near the sea like burning clouds. In the sky opposite my house, there is the sea on the other side. What could be on the other side of the sea?
　　The cool breeze of dusk blew in, mixed with the heat, but it also blew away the heat of the day. My mother gently raised her hand to smooth the hair that had been blown away by the evening breeze on her forehead. , wisps of fragrance came from my mother. I seemed to smell this fragrance often, but I also forgot where I smelled it.
　　"Mom, Sam is going back soon, will you miss him?"
　　I don't know why, but I suddenly asked my mother such a question, and it didn't feel right until I said it.
　　"Yes, after all, he is also the son recognized by my mother." My
　　mother gently touched my head. In my eyes, I am my mother's child who will never grow up.
　　"Well, Sam is pretty good."
　　Since my mother doesn't dislike Sam, what else can I say? Maybe those two nights were just my dreams. In fact, those things did not happen, or if they really happened, there is no way to change them. Only by compromising and accepting can we live better and better.
　　"Mom, how did you and Dad meet?"
　　Listening to the evening breeze, I couldn't help but want to find out how my mother, who is so beautiful and has such good conditions, agreed to my father's pursuit.
　　"Giggle...what's the matter, my Zihan, you don't want to fall in love anymore, do you?" "
　　Mom, no way."
　　"Speaking of this, your father was chasing after me back then. Of course, I also I like him. After all, your father is silly, but he is loyal and not so frivolous." "
　　No, just like that, my father chased you?"
　　"Giggle, what happened? Your dad chased me. Aren't you happy that you got it? Giggly,"
　　"No, I just think,"
　　"Well, of course it's more than just that, but this is what I value most. Your dad has it. Although he is not romantic, but It can make me feel at ease. Oops~ Why am I telling you so much? Are you in love?"
　　My mother suddenly changed her gentle demeanor and raised her hand to scratch my ears.
　　"Hey, Mom, it hurts. Be gentle, I don't have anything, I just want to ask." "
　　Children, don't ask about adults' matters, Zihan."
　　Sam, this kid, has really sensitive ears.
　　"Keke... Okay, your dad is home, let's go home."
　　We walked to the front door of the house, and I saw the lights on in the living room, and my father was home.
　　We opened the door, and sure enough, the TV at home was on, and there was the sound of busy cooking in the kitchen.
　　After a while, we changed our shoes and closed the door. Dad put on an apron and walked out of the kitchen.
　　"Wife, son! Sam!"
　　Dad grinned and looked at us happily.
　　"Dad, you're back!"
　　"Oh, dear Dad, I miss you so much!"
　　After saying that, Sam ran over and gave his father a hug.
　　"Hahaha, okay, dad misses you too, haha,"
　　Sam took the things to the kitchen, and I walked over and hugged my father tightly. I closed my eyes and felt the heat in my eyeballs. It was the thought of my father and my confession.
　　"Dad, I miss you too."
　　In fact, the moment I saw my dad's face, my heart melted. Dad, do you know? I felt so wronged, my mother was bullied by Sam, and a surge of sourness flowed into my nose.
　　Of course, I only echoed these in my own mind, and would never tell my father. If those memories could be forgotten, that would be the best result. But, would those memories be forgotten?


To be continued ...