After having a meal with Li Xiaojun and sending her home, I walked back to my place feeling satisfied. Sam would never guess what I had seen today. If I told him that Sun Xiaoxiao was actually hooking up with the physical education teacher, I wondered what expression he would have.
On the way, Li Xiaojun sent me a message. "Zihan, I was too embarrassed to tell you earlier, but I actually saw Teacher Sun and the physical education teacher."
"What?" I replied.
"They seemed to have noticed us," Li Xiaojun replied.
"You mean Teacher Sun and the physical education teacher saw us just now?" I replied.
"The physical education teacher seemed to glance in our direction," Li Xiaojun replied.
"You must have seen wrong," I said.
"Maybe..." Li Xiaojun wanted to say something but didn't continue.
"Don't worry, I'm almost home. I'm going to hang out with Sam. Let's talk tonight," I replied.
"Okay." I didn't reply further. I closed my eyes, thinking, Could it really have been a mistake? There were so many people at the amusement park.
After returning home, I looked up at the various clothes and pants hanging on the second-floor balcony, swaying in the sea breeze.
"Summer is here," I murmured, gazing up at the clear, boundless sky.
"The semester is almost over, and Sam will be going back soon."
It suddenly occurred to me that Sam had been living with us for almost a year. I had grown accustomed to having him around, and the thought of him returning to South Africa stirred a strange feeling in my heart...
Glancing at my phone, I saw it was a little past one in the afternoon. Sam was probably taking a nap at this time. With that thought, I walked along the outside wall of the house to the room Sam and I shared. The curtains were drawn open, but Sam wasn't inside. He must be in the living room, I figured. I returned to the front door, took out my keys, and let myself in.
The sound of a TV playing greeted me. After closing the door behind me, I walked in barefoot. But what I didn't expect was to find Sam's slippers carelessly tossed under the stairs leading to my parents' room on the second floor. At the turn of the stairs, there was also a towel. Had Mom asked Sam to do some chores?
Sam, oh Sam, he must have made Mom angry again and gotten her to do his chores for him.
I returned to the living room, but Sam wasn't on the sofa. Only the sound of the TV filled the room. "Where did Sam go?" I wondered, thinking about sending him a message.
"Hmm..."
Suddenly, a moan came from upstairs, from Mom's room. I frowned, turned to look toward the second floor, and began walking up.
The sound of a TV show was coming from Mom's room. Was she watching TV?
"Ah..." Another moan echoed from somewhere on the second floor. Who was there? I grew tense and slowly made my way upstairs. Mom's room was closed.
"Hmm... mmm..." Strange sounds came from inside Mom's room, like someone trying to speak with their mouth full.
"Slap... slap... hmm... ah... hmm..." It was Mom's voice. Was she vomiting? And there were slapping sounds too.
No way. A terrifying thought crossed my mind. It couldn't be.
Holding my breath, I crept closer to Mom's room, pressing my ear almost against the door.
"Hmm... ah... huff..."
"Does it taste good, Mom?" It was Sam's voice. But why was he asking Mom if something tasted good?
Wait! Why was Sam in Mom's room?! My heart began to race wildly.
"Hmm... no... ah..." Mom didn't respond to Sam. It sounded like she was eating something unusually large.
"Ah!"
Sam let out a cry, but it wasn't one of pain—it was a moan of pleasure.
"Slurp... slurp... slurp..." The sounds of something being swallowed and savored continued from Mom's room.
"Oh... so good... Mom, you're amazing..."
"This feels incredible... deeper, Mom... ah... Mom, you're so good..."
Sam kept calling out to Mom while moaning in pleasure. What were Mom and Sam doing?
"Hmm... don't push your luck... no more..." Mom's tone was still stern, but what did she mean by that?
"You wanted it earlier, didn't you... Mom..." Sam's voice sounded teasing.
"Don't be cheeky..." Mom scolded playfully.
"Mom's not being good..." I wondered what Sam was doing.
"Hmm... stop... you're annoying..." Mom let out another moan.
"Mom... it's getting bigger again... hurry..." Sam said in a lustful tone.
"Ah... I can't take it... it's too big... ah," Mom moaned again.
"So good... so amazing... Mom...!" Sam said with pleasure.
"Ah... ah... mmm..." Mom let out a soft, seductive moan.
Outside the door, I was stomping my feet in frustration. What on earth was happening inside? I no longer cared about the risk of being discovered. I dragged a chair over and stood on tiptoe.
"No... it's too big... mmm... stop, Sam," came another alluring moan from inside. What was wrong with Mom? My eyes reddened, and I gritted my teeth as I climbed onto the chair.
"Mom, can you take my big cock?" Sam said triumphantly.
Was Mom really taking Sam's thick, dark cock into her mouth? My whole body trembled.
"Mmm... ah... gently... it's too big, Sam... you... mmm... ah..."
I stood on the chair, almost able to see the scene inside Mom's room.
"Oh... Mom, you're so good... we need to hurry this time, Mom... Zihan will be home soon... oh... ah," Sam panted.
"Slap... creak... creak..." Soon after, the sound of the bed shaking and flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room.
"Mmm... too deep... gently... ah... I... can't take it..."
What was wrong with Mom?! I thought to myself.
"Ah... Mom... you... ah... you're squeezing me... so good... ah..." Sam said excitedly.
"Mmm... hmm... Sam..."
"Mmm... ah... mmm..."
Amidst the symphony of sounds in the room, I mustered my courage, stood on tiptoe, and finally saw the scene inside.
On a Simmons mattress, a fair and delicate body was pinned beneath a dark, muscular form. A pair of slender, pale legs were draped over the dark shoulders, while delicate, pale feet twitched in mid-air. Beneath the bed lay Mom's pink clothes and pants, her light blue underwear and bra, and a navy-blue vest, with a pair of large shorts carelessly tossed beside the bed.
"Gently... gently... mmm... ah..." With another soul-stirring moan, my gaze returned to the shaking mattress.
"Too deep... mmm... I can't take it, Sam... you're so bad..."
Even though Mom said no, she allowed Sam to thrust into her relentlessly. Sam showed no intention of letting her rest, his dark hips pumping rhythmically between her snow-white thighs.
"Ah... so good... Mom... you're squeezing me so tight..." Sam said, his two large, dark hands sliding up from Mom's pale stomach to grasp the two full, firm mounds on her chest.
Those once-nurturing, pale breasts were now being kneaded and shaped by two dark hands.
"Ah... no... Sam... you're bullying... Mom again... mmm... ah..." Mom's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her lips parted softly, letting out seductive moans from time to time.
"Slap... slap..." Sam's dark hips continued to thrust.
Mom, no! I felt my eyes welling up with tears, but why wasn't I stopping Sam? It felt as though some force was holding me back.
"Mmm... slap... slap... squelch..."
"Mmm... Sam... ah..."
After a long, drawn-out moan from Mom...
Sam stood up, his thick, long, dark penis standing erect, covered in the slick fluids from his mother's pussy.
"Get up, Mom. I want to take you from behind... If it weren't for Dad and Zihan that day..." Sam stroked his dark, thick cock with his right hand, making wet, squelching sounds.
Mom didn't speak but slightly opened her eyes to look at Sam.
"You still dare to say that... You're getting too bold..." Mom glared at Sam with a mix of anger and allure in her beautiful eyes.
"Zihan will be home soon, Mom..." Sam said anxiously.
"Hmph, you're becoming more and more reckless..." Mom complained, looking at Sam with a hint of shyness.
"Zihan should be home any minute, Mom. You wouldn't want him to see us like this, would you..." Sam licked his lips, continuing to stroke his dark, thick cock as he took Mom's delicate, pale hand with his left.
"No, Sam..." Mom shook her head.
"Mom isn't being obedient..." Sam licked his lips again, gradually crouching down. His dark hands began to wander around Mom's breasts once more, slowly moving toward her secret garden.
At this moment, Mom's two snow-white thighs were tightly pressed together, the thick, dark pubic hair at the edge of her garden forming a stark contrast against her pale skin.
"Ah... stop... mmm..." As Mom let out a soft cry, Sam suddenly pressed his lips against hers. Mom's snow-white thighs beneath her swayed back and forth, while Sam's dark hand moved in and out between her tightly closed legs.
"Mmm... you're so bad, Sam... mmm..." After a moment, Mom's struggling movements gradually relaxed. Her hands, which had been gripping Sam, went limp, and her beautiful, pale legs stopped swaying.
"Smack... mmm... smack..."
"Baby... I'm going to fuck you good..." Sam's thick lips left Mom's mouth, pulling a thin strand of saliva with them. He straightened up and looked down at her.
"Mmm... ah..." Mom's thighs rubbed against Sam's dark hand, which was still teasing her below.
With a lecherous grin, Sam slowly turned Mom over, making her lie face down on the bed. Mom seemed to have lost her will, allowing Sam to move her as he pleased.
Seeing Mom like this, Sam could no longer hold back. He thrust into the space between her snow-white buttocks.
"No... mmm... Sam... you... how can you do this again..." Jolted by Sam's thrust, Mom trembled and looked back at him with resentment.
"Oh... Mom... let me love you properly..." Sam said, pressing his body against Mom's pale, delicate back. The contrast between his dark skin and her fair skin was striking.
Sam stuck out his tongue and licked Mom's neck. Her body trembled, and her skin gradually flushed red.
"Ah... no... it tickles..." Mom's body began to sway from side to side.
As if discovering something, Sam moved his tongue from Mom's neck to her ear.
"Mmm... ah..." Mom's body swayed a few times. She let out a soft cry before sinking back into silence.
"Mmm... ah..." With a soft moan from Mom, Sam's right hand emerged from below her abdomen, sliding upward until it reached her breast. He grasped it firmly, his index finger and thumb gently kneading her nipple.
Then Sam's hips began thrusting vigorously. Mom's snow-white thighs were pressed straight between his dark, muscular legs, her delicate, enticing feet curling their toes tightly together.
"Huff... huff..." After licking Mom's ear, Sam straightened up, withdrew his hands, and gripped her pale buttocks, driving his hips forward with powerful thrusts.
"Mmm... ah... gently... be gentle..." With each of Sam's thrusts, Mom let out a seductive, breathy moan.
"Mom... baby... you're mine..." Sam said excitedly. As his hips pulled back, I caught a glimpse of his thick, dark shaft tightly gripped by Mom's plump buttocks before he thrust forward again, burying himself deep inside her.
"Slap... slap... slap... creak... creak..."
"Mmm... Sam... yours... it's too big... so deep... I can't take it anymore... mmm... ah..."
"Does it feel good, Mom? Are you being a good girl now?" Sam asked smugly.
"Mmm... it feels good... it feels good, okay? Sam... be gentle... please... Mom can't take anymore..."
Under Sam's forceful thrusts, Mom responded with flushed cheeks.
"Feels good, doesn't it, baby? You're squeezing me so tight down there... Did Dad use you here last night?" Sam thrust harder, his dark hips pressed tightly against Mom, occasionally slapping her swaying buttocks as he questioned her.
Mom didn't answer Sam, only arching her hips backward to press closer against his thighs.
"Did he? Did you let Dad use you?" Sam asked, a hint of anger in his voice.
Sam wrapped his arms tightly around Mom's slender waist, thrusting rapidly as sweat dripped from his body.
"Slap... slap... slap... slap... slap..."
"Ah... faster... go faster... stop asking..." Mom shook her head repeatedly.
"Tell me, Mom... did you let Dad use you?"
Sam persisted, his thrusts growing even more forceful.
"Mmm... no... no... so deep... you're hitting so deep... ah..." Mom gazed at Sam with lust-filled, seductive eyes.
"Good, Mom, let me love you properly." With that, Sam straightened up, pressing one dark leg between Mom's thighs.
Mom's graceful body trembled like a wave. "Mmm... yes... yes... gently..."
"This position feels good, doesn't it, Mom? Dad's so short... he could never reach this deep, could he?" Sam asked wickedly.
"Mmm... yes... ah... Sam... too deep... I can't take it anymore..."
"Mom... my good girl... I'm about to come."
Sam panted heavily, excitement evident in his voice.
"Ah... no... you're going to push me over the edge... take it out... mmm... ah... Sam..." Mom's melodious moans echoed.
Mom's lips continued to emit enticing sounds—was it from pleasure or was Sam tormenting her? All I knew was that I had to stop Sam quickly.
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