Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

Chapter 4


　　I closed my eyes and lay on the bed, and all I could think about was the live broadcast of my mother wearing a nightgown tonight, especially the few seconds when
my mother camera, and my mother’s buttocks were touching the cool skin without any obstruction. The nightgown
was so full that the audience was delighted. Logically speaking, my mother had already broadcast it live when she was in the countryside, so
it was impossible such a low-level mistake to happen. Did mom do it on purpose? It’s also like those women on Douyin who pretend to be good in order to gain
traffic and please the audience. .
　　However, if I think about it more carefully, my mother can never be that kind of woman, so she must be crazy
. As for what A Quan said that he asked his mother to do this, that is even more nonsense. .
　　Although I figured it out, deep down in my heart I was worried about something. That thing made me feel uneasy
, but I couldn't figure out what it was. .
　　No matter what, just take a nap and everything will start again tomorrow! .
　　I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt the late night breeze outside the window blowing into my room. The
coolness swept over my exposed skin outside the quilt. Soon tiredness came over me and I fell asleep. .
　　After a dreamless night, I opened my eyes to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. The morning sunshine spread gently into my room. The
small tree planted by my father was blown by the breeze, bringing a refreshing fragrance to the tip of my nose. .
　　After I got up and washed up, my parents came downstairs and got ready to go out. Dad also brought a suitcase
. .
　　"Son, dad has received news that he will leave for Africa early today. You have to study hard, listen to
mom , and don't let her worry." .
　　Dad came to me and patted my shoulder, looking at me firmly. .
　　"Dad, are you leaving today?" .
　　Looking at my father, who was wearing a straight formal suit and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, smiling, but seeing
a lot of wrinkles on his face, I couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in my nasal cavity. .
　　My father is going to Africa for a business trip, and he will be there for at least half a year. During these six months, my mother and I are the only ones
living at home. It would be a lie to say that I don’t miss him, and I can’t help but feel a little lonely in my heart.