28-05-2025, 12:55 PM
I continued to look at the next record, which was recorded by the surveillance camera in the hallway. It was also the time when Sam was masturbating. Mom came out of the bedroom on the second floor. She first went to the toilet, then went to the laundry room for a while, and then left again. Come out and go downstairs. At that time, she went downstairs and saw Sam masturbating and ejaculating. After a few minutes, her mother came up again, but this time, her mother was obviously panicked and her face was flushed. I walked to the door of the room, looked downstairs, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, my plump breasts swayed, my mother opened the bedroom door, walked in, and closed the door.
I continued to click on the next record. However, this time it was 5:30 in the afternoon. My mother came out of the bedroom on the second floor, still wearing a white cool short-sleeve and a pair of black shorts, and then a pair of black Went downstairs wearing sandals.
The next recorded content was not a video, but a photo. The content in the photo was in the kitchen. The time was 5:50 pm. My mother was wearing a pink apron and cooking in the kitchen. What puzzled me was, Sam didn't know when he appeared in the kitchen, helping his mother cook. The two seemed to be very close to each other, but there was no ambiguous movement between them.
I clicked on the next content, and it was still a photo. My mother was wearing a pink apron, leaning forward slightly. My mother had a good figure. As long as she tilted it slightly, her plump buttocks would move back, and then finally What's too much is that, I don't know whether Sam did it intentionally or not, he was facing his mother, and now behind his mother, his mother's raised buttocks were just in front of his crotch. At this moment, I swallowed my saliva and looked at the next piece of content recorded in the device, my heart was hanging.
Clicking on the next piece of content, fortunately, nothing unusual happened. My mother straightened up and Sam also stood aside from behind her. However, I felt that my mother's face was a little rosy.
Clicking on the next content, it was a video. Mom was cooking and Sam was washing something. Neither of them spoke.
I continued to click on the next record. However, this time it was 5:30 in the afternoon. My mother came out of the bedroom on the second floor, still wearing a white cool short-sleeve and a pair of black shorts, and then a pair of black Went downstairs wearing sandals.
The next recorded content was not a video, but a photo. The content in the photo was in the kitchen. The time was 5:50 pm. My mother was wearing a pink apron and cooking in the kitchen. What puzzled me was, Sam didn't know when he appeared in the kitchen, helping his mother cook. The two seemed to be very close to each other, but there was no ambiguous movement between them.
I clicked on the next content, and it was still a photo. My mother was wearing a pink apron, leaning forward slightly. My mother had a good figure. As long as she tilted it slightly, her plump buttocks would move back, and then finally What's too much is that, I don't know whether Sam did it intentionally or not, he was facing his mother, and now behind his mother, his mother's raised buttocks were just in front of his crotch. At this moment, I swallowed my saliva and looked at the next piece of content recorded in the device, my heart was hanging.
Clicking on the next piece of content, fortunately, nothing unusual happened. My mother straightened up and Sam also stood aside from behind her. However, I felt that my mother's face was a little rosy.
Clicking on the next content, it was a video. Mom was cooking and Sam was washing something. Neither of them spoke.
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