Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 134 What exactly had they been up to? Part2

Betty, after answering with a smile, let out a small sigh that subtly disrupted the atmosphere between them.

Michael, initially pleased with Betty’s cheerful response, furrowed his brow upon hearing her sigh.

"Mom, what’s wrong? Why the sudden sigh?" Michael asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice as if he had guessed something troubling her.

"Oh... it’s nothing, just feeling a bit tired..." Betty realized her sigh had not gone unnoticed and by the time she reflected on it, Michael was already questioning her.

She quickly smiled and explained, her tone and expression carrying a trace of apology, as if she was ’pleading’ for Michael’s ’forgiveness’ for her sigh.

"You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?" Over time, Michael and Betty had grown much closer, almost sharing everything, a stark contrast to the past when Michael would never dare to question Betty so directly.

Now, it seemed Michael had shed his previous fear of confronting Betty.

"Michael, how many times have I told you not to refer to your father as ’him’..." Betty’s brow creased slightly at Michael’s words, surprisingly not angry but rather earnestly advising him.

There was no sternness in her voice, rather it sounded almost like a negotiation.

I remember a few times before when Michael referred to me as ’him’, Betty would sternly correct him.

She believed such a reference was disrespectful to me.

But now, Betty only showed helplessness, with not a trace of anger...

"But I just don’t feel close to him...!" Michael stubbornly retorted, showing no signs of backing down, continuing his stance.

"Oh, you child..." Betty sighed again, her eyes filled with resignation upon hearing Michael’s persistent use of the term.

"Don’t call me a child, I’m not a child..." Michael, dissatisfied with being called a child by Betty, puffed up his chest and spoke to her, deliberately adopting a mature male demeanor.

Betty couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth.

Seeing Betty laugh at him seemed to infuriate Michael even more.

What was a joyful laugh for Betty appeared to Michael as mockery and sarcasm.

Though Michael was already in his teens, he was still not of age.

His immaturity showed when he was upset, like biting his lip or pouting.

This immature display only made Betty laugh louder.

"Ah..." Betty, who was giggling, suddenly stopped and gasped.

At this moment, she was still covering her mouth, not to stifle laughter but in shock.

Betty gasped because she saw something, something both beloved and feared...

It turned out that as Betty continued to laugh, Michael grew increasingly angry, eventually standing up abruptly from his chair.

Michael was wearing sweatpants with drawstrings at the waist, which could be tightened by pulling the strings and loosened by untying the toggle.

As Michael stood up, he untied the toggle, loosening the waistband, and with a quick tug, his groin was exposed.

His flaccid but notably large penis was suddenly revealed, along with the dark, curly pubic hair surrounding it.

From behind, one could also see Michael’s dark buttocks.

This bold move abruptly stopped Betty’s laughter, her face a mix of surprise and bashfulness, and even a hint of fear.

Betty might not be afraid of much, but she was evidently intimidated by Michael’s imposing genitalia.

"Michael, what are you doing? Put your pants back on..." After her gasp, Betty quickly moved her hands to cover her eyes, while her cheeks turned a ripe peach blush.

"What’s the big deal, Mom? You’ve seen it countless times before..." Michael, seeing his mother finally stop laughing and her cheeks flush with a deep red, her hands covering her eyes in a flustered manner, felt a sense of triumph.

He stood confidently, his voice steady as he spoke.

Indeed, Betty had not only seen it countless times but had also touched and used it, succumbing to its seductive power, reveling under its forceful embrace.

"Don’t say that!..." Betty quickly interrupted Michael, removing her hands from her face, her expression carrying a hint of annoyance but lacking any real anger, almost as if it were feigned.

"You child... put your pants on now..." Betty, after removing her hands, saw Michael standing before her with his penis erect, and she couldn’t help but scold him softly.

They had been sitting close during their study session, and now with Michael standing, his penis was barely eight inches from Betty’s face, almost as if a slight move forward would bring it into contact with her blushing cheeks.

"I won’t... maybe you should help me put them on?" Michael was about to pull up his pants, but perhaps Betty unintentionally called him a child again, causing him to release his grip on his pants, his lips pouting in dissatisfaction and refusal.

He stood defiantly naked before Betty.

"Alright, I was wrong, you’re not a child, you’re a big man now..." Betty, hearing Michael’s words and seeing his stance, softened her expression slightly, a smile playing on her lips.

Her eyes filled with a mix of affection and perhaps something more.

"Hmph... I’ve always been a man, a strong one at that!... Heh heh..." Michael, pleased with Betty’s acknowledgment, grinned, his earlier gloom completely vanished.

"You still say..." Betty scolded again softly, her cheeks flushing once more, as if Michael’s words had stirred certain memories, her face turning even redder.

"Ah... how can you..." Betty began, her eyes once again drawn to Michael’s groin, to the familiar, massive male organ.

But this time, her eyes widened with surprise and even more shyness.

Michael’s flaccid penis, which had been hanging down, began to stiffen slowly, the tip rising from its downward position, now pointing directly at Betty’s face.

"Heh heh..." Michael didn’t speak, just chuckled softly.

His brain seemed to command his penis, making it grow larger and longer.

Both Michael and Betty’s gazes were fixed on the enormous penis, now swollen to an impressive size.

Betty’s face showed a mix of bashfulness, surprise, and a hint of longing and desire.

Michael alternated between watching Betty’s captivated gaze on his manhood and looking down at his own erection.

He seemed quite satisfied with Betty’s shocked yet admiring reaction.

No wonder Betty was astonished; until now, her only sexual experiences had been with me.

And since I had fallen ill, every sexual encounter required extensive foreplay to achieve an erection.

It could be said that every erection of mine required significant effort, but now, Betty was witnessing a real man.

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Michael, a young and vigorous big boy, didn’t need any stimulation, perhaps just the thought of something could effortlessly control his erection and flaccidity.

Without any foreplay, he could achieve maximum size, length, thickness, and hardness.

How could Betty not be amazed?

This also sparked a flicker of envy in Betty’s eyes; perhaps she was thinking that if I, her husband, could possess a penis like Michael’s, she might not have ended up cheating, losing her innocence, and engaging in an incestuous affair with her own stepson...