27-07-2025, 07:43 PM
However, none of this will offset the unethical things he did to the women around me. Now I seem to know the reason why Sam behaves positively in front of my parents. Perhaps this is the most evil thing hidden in the genes of black people. Bar.
I called Sam to ask if he was home for dinner. As soon as I answered the phone, I heard a "pop..." sound coming from the phone. Although Sam said he was messing around with his friends, I knew that Sam was definitely not there. When you are messing around with any of your friends, you are having sex with a woman.
After Sam told me whether he would come back for dinner, I hung up the phone before he could say anything else.
Maybe Sam is having sex with my girlfriend at the moment, and my presence has always been a shortcut for him to obtain ultimate pleasure.
However, I already knew everything he did. Regardless of whether the coincidence in the "Forbidden House" was destined or not, at least the appearance of Frank and Godzilla made me know that they were Sam who was staying in my house.
Because of Sam's absence, there was a rare silence at dinner. My father still smiled and talked about the people and things he encountered at work today. My mother was also listening carefully. I suddenly felt that without Sam's presence, the family was at a loss. More cozy.
I kept looking at my mother. She was just forty years old, which is the most mature stage in a woman's life. Although her eyebrows were serious and cold, she could see my mother's warmth from her loving eyes and graceful face. And soft.
Especially the pair of plump and round breasts under the goose-neck white neck made me feel ashamed.
I have been thinking about what made my mother fall in love with Sam and why she would compromise again and again and have unreasonable moral decay with Sam. She has been strict and instructive to me since I was a child. I will never think of it until my death. Mom would have sex with Sam.
Maybe on that first stormy night with lightning and thunder, if her mother refused Sam outright, so many things wouldn't have happened.
Finally, a few minutes before ten o'clock in the evening, Sam opened the door and walked in happily. He mingled with his father as soon as he came in. I looked at my mother specifically. She didn't pay attention to the way I looked at her, but was focused on Sam. , his eyes seemed to be disturbed by spiritual energy, and his fair face was as rosy as if he had just practiced yoga. Sam grinned and looked at his mother from time to time, but his mother looked away like a little woman with a deer in her heart.
For some reason, seeing my mother change like this made my heart ache.
What makes me most uncomfortable is that my father is still laughing and chatting with Sam about the situation in Africa, without noticing the change in my mother at all.
Of course, maybe if I don’t tell, maybe Mom and Sam’s affairs are done perfectly, and Dad will never know.
what can I do? I thought about it for a long time, and it seemed that the best way at the moment was to prevent Sam from having sex with his mother before Sam returned to South Africa.
Because I love my mother, I can't embarrass her and feel ashamed. I love my family even more, and I don't want it to be destroyed.
If I'm wrong, it's all Sam's fault. Even though a slap can't make a difference, it was Sam who molested my mother first. How could I blame my mother? If it weren't for me, Sam wouldn't be staying at my house, let alone have the opportunity to come into contact with his mother.
Maybe my mother is for me at this moment.
For my father and this family, I will feel regret and self-blame.
If I could teach Sam a lesson before he returns to South Africa, for me, it would be the greatest revenge on him and my venting of hatred.
After all, I am just a sixteen-year-old minor.
For more than a week, I stayed with Sam most of the time, except after class in the afternoon when Sam said he was going to another college to hang out with friends.
Sam told me that there were exchange students from Africa in other colleges in Linhai, but I didn't pay much attention to them. As long as I got home, my mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner, which had achieved my goal.
Friday, July 16th, two days before the final exam.
After Sam and I got out of class, he still took the car to the city to hang out with his friends. He said that their exchange students from Africa were having a party together and would not go home for dinner tonight so that we did not have to wait for him to have dinner. .
When he disappeared in front of me and Li Xiaojun, I looked at Li Xiaojun with a happy face.
"Xiaojun, why don't we go celebrate too? After all, the final exam is next Monda
y." I said with a smile.
I called Sam to ask if he was home for dinner. As soon as I answered the phone, I heard a "pop..." sound coming from the phone. Although Sam said he was messing around with his friends, I knew that Sam was definitely not there. When you are messing around with any of your friends, you are having sex with a woman.
After Sam told me whether he would come back for dinner, I hung up the phone before he could say anything else.
Maybe Sam is having sex with my girlfriend at the moment, and my presence has always been a shortcut for him to obtain ultimate pleasure.
However, I already knew everything he did. Regardless of whether the coincidence in the "Forbidden House" was destined or not, at least the appearance of Frank and Godzilla made me know that they were Sam who was staying in my house.
Because of Sam's absence, there was a rare silence at dinner. My father still smiled and talked about the people and things he encountered at work today. My mother was also listening carefully. I suddenly felt that without Sam's presence, the family was at a loss. More cozy.
I kept looking at my mother. She was just forty years old, which is the most mature stage in a woman's life. Although her eyebrows were serious and cold, she could see my mother's warmth from her loving eyes and graceful face. And soft.
Especially the pair of plump and round breasts under the goose-neck white neck made me feel ashamed.
I have been thinking about what made my mother fall in love with Sam and why she would compromise again and again and have unreasonable moral decay with Sam. She has been strict and instructive to me since I was a child. I will never think of it until my death. Mom would have sex with Sam.
Maybe on that first stormy night with lightning and thunder, if her mother refused Sam outright, so many things wouldn't have happened.
Finally, a few minutes before ten o'clock in the evening, Sam opened the door and walked in happily. He mingled with his father as soon as he came in. I looked at my mother specifically. She didn't pay attention to the way I looked at her, but was focused on Sam. , his eyes seemed to be disturbed by spiritual energy, and his fair face was as rosy as if he had just practiced yoga. Sam grinned and looked at his mother from time to time, but his mother looked away like a little woman with a deer in her heart.
For some reason, seeing my mother change like this made my heart ache.
What makes me most uncomfortable is that my father is still laughing and chatting with Sam about the situation in Africa, without noticing the change in my mother at all.
Of course, maybe if I don’t tell, maybe Mom and Sam’s affairs are done perfectly, and Dad will never know.
what can I do? I thought about it for a long time, and it seemed that the best way at the moment was to prevent Sam from having sex with his mother before Sam returned to South Africa.
Because I love my mother, I can't embarrass her and feel ashamed. I love my family even more, and I don't want it to be destroyed.
If I'm wrong, it's all Sam's fault. Even though a slap can't make a difference, it was Sam who molested my mother first. How could I blame my mother? If it weren't for me, Sam wouldn't be staying at my house, let alone have the opportunity to come into contact with his mother.
Maybe my mother is for me at this moment.
For my father and this family, I will feel regret and self-blame.
If I could teach Sam a lesson before he returns to South Africa, for me, it would be the greatest revenge on him and my venting of hatred.
After all, I am just a sixteen-year-old minor.
For more than a week, I stayed with Sam most of the time, except after class in the afternoon when Sam said he was going to another college to hang out with friends.
Sam told me that there were exchange students from Africa in other colleges in Linhai, but I didn't pay much attention to them. As long as I got home, my mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner, which had achieved my goal.
Friday, July 16th, two days before the final exam.
After Sam and I got out of class, he still took the car to the city to hang out with his friends. He said that their exchange students from Africa were having a party together and would not go home for dinner tonight so that we did not have to wait for him to have dinner. .
When he disappeared in front of me and Li Xiaojun, I looked at Li Xiaojun with a happy face.
"Xiaojun, why don't we go celebrate too? After all, the final exam is next Monda
y." I said with a smile.
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