Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 53 - 0 All laid bare before Michael’s eyes

At that moment, all Betty had to do was "wake up" to prevent everything, to stop Michael’s despicable actions.

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But it seemed Betty valued her precious son too much, seemingly unable to bear the thought of "waking up" and having a confrontation with Michael. Given more time to think, Betty might have known what to choose.

But everything happened too suddenly, and Betty’s mind was already in chaos, unable to think clearly. Moreover, the slight rubbing of her legs indicated that Michael’s kisses and caresses had involuntarily triggered her most primal physiological responses.

Betty was internally conflicted, while Michael was careful and diligent in his efforts. As time slowly passed, Michael had managed to unbutton all of Betty’s buttons, revealing her breasts, cleavage, and the bra covering her flat, flawless abdomen—all laid bare before Michael’s eyes.

Although the room was very dark, Betty’s smooth skin and the contours and luster of her breasts were still discernible in the dim light, reflecting the faint glow available.

Michael, who hadn’t seen Betty’s breasts in a long time, brought his face close to them, greedily inhaling the scent of her skin with his eyes closed. His hot breath on Betty’s skin made her already warm body feel even hotter.

Betty’s hands gently rubbed the sheets, and her eyebrows and eyelids trembled slightly as she tried hard to control herself, not wanting her body to shake. If Michael discovered she was pretending to sleep, where would she, as a mother, put her face?

Michael, having explored Betty’s body several times before, knew well how deeply she slept, which made him bolder now. After having his fill of sniffing, Michael’s hands moved to cover Betty’s exposed breasts outside her bra. At that moment, Betty’s body visibly shuddered.

However, Michael, focused entirely on feeling the softness of Betty’s breasts, didn’t notice the slight tremor in her body. After all, the movement of his body also shook the mattress, which could have caused Betty’s body to tremble, so he didn’t detect anything unusual.

As a minor, Michael was still too careless, lacking the meticulousness of an adult, reckless in his youth.

Michael’s hands roamed over Betty’s breasts and abdomen, feeling her burning temperature and the smoothness of her skin.

Betty endured it all, pretending to sleep. But before she could fully adjust to being caressed by Michael, he impatiently began to pry open her bra cups to expose her areolas and nipples.

This time, however, Betty seemed unable to tolerate it any longer. Her hand finally lifted and fluttered over her chest, though she didn’t open her eyes, the movement seemed almost reflexive.

I quickly replayed the video and noticed that Betty’s arm movement was a reflexive action, a reaction to her intolerance. But after moving her arm, she seemed hesitant, as if merely intending to startle the snake in the grass was enough.

Indeed, as Michael was intently fiddling with Betty’s bra cup, her suddenly raised arm fluttered over her chest, striking Michael’s hand.

Michael recoiled as if shocked, his face flashing with nervousness. He froze, not even daring to breathe.

After Betty made that move, she quieted down again. Maybe in her mind, scaring Michael like that would make him back off, maybe he’d slowly button up her blouse again and then just go to sleep like a good boy.

But Betty was wrong. What she didn’t know was that this wasn’t Michael’s first rodeo, and it wasn’t the first time she had reacted physically to his advances, although previously it had been subconsciously in her sleep, whereas this time she was fully awake and doing it deliberately.

But to Michael, this time was no different from the others; he probably thought it was just another sleep-induced reaction, maybe he was just being too hasty, making her uncomfortable in her dreams.

This had happened before, so after a while, Michael calmed down, patted his chest with both hands—though it wasn’t his first time, he was still pretty nervous. If it had been one of the earlier times, he might have done as Betty hoped and just gone to sleep.

But he had gotten away with it a few times already, and Betty never really woke up, just moved a bit or maybe shifted position and went back to sleep.

So after Betty quieted down, Michael didn’t give up.

He hadn’t gotten his sweet reward yet; in the past, he had managed to get to her breasts, even touched her honey pot and butt, and he wasn’t about to stop now, especially since he figured Betty was just tossing in her sleep, nothing serious. What he didn’t know was that this time, Betty was wide awake.

Michael rubbed his face, adjusted his breathing a bit, maybe convincing himself that Betty’s reaction was just because he was too eager. So he calmed himself down and reached out again, his focus entirely on his hands as he moved closer to Betty’s bra, quietly and steadily ready to unhook it.

When Michael’s hands touched the straps of Betty’s bra again, Betty, still in her supposed sleep, bit her lip—a risky move. If Michael had been paying close attention, it would have been a dead giveaway that she was faking sleep.

Betty didn’t realize that her attempt to scare him off had worked, but it hadn’t made him choose to stop. It looked like Michael was determined not to stop until he had unhooked her bra.

Previously, Michael had seen Betty’s breasts while she was asleep, oblivious. But this time, Betty was painfully aware, her mind a mess, not knowing what to do as Michael’s violation continuously shattered the sanity she had struggled to maintain.

As she hesitated and concentrated on what to think next, she neglected her body’s response. By the time she realized, Michael had already unhooked her bra strap.

Due to the size of Betty’s breasts, the tightly stretched cups of the bra snapped open instantly, exposing her vibrant breasts to the air. Realizing her breasts were fully exposed, Betty knew it was too late.

If she opened her eyes now and faced Michael, their relationship might never recover, especially now that she was exposed like this. How could she explain without hurting her son’s pride?

Being seen by another man, her most private and sensual parts exposed in front of her own son, Betty couldn’t help but turn her head slightly, unintentionally turning her face to the side of the bed, avoiding Michael’s gaze.

Her face contorted, she bit her lower lip hard, her body beginning to tremble violently, her breasts quivering with each shudder.