Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 55 - 0 Sexual desire is like Pandora’s box Part2 R18

Watching the video, I couldn’t fathom, I really couldn’t guess. When Michael had already touched her most private part, why was she still pretending to sleep?

Why didn’t she wake up and slap Michael as a lesson?

Maybe her heart was in turmoil, unable to decide what to do. Maybe she didn’t want to ruin the close mother-son relationship they had painstakingly built. Perhaps she didn’t want to hurt Michael, who was healing emotionally.

Or maybe Michael was providing her with a unique psychological thrill, and she was lost in the forbidden pleasure. Perhaps her reason was already shattered by her sexual desire.

Or maybe ever since she "accidentally" saw Michael’s impressive manhood, she had been curious to experience it.

My heart was as chaotic as Betty’s in the video, but what could I do?

The events in the video happened less than a month after I left home, and I had been away for over two months; all of this was already in the past. Even if I wanted to stop it now, it would be futile; time cannot be reversed.

I understand Betty, but I didn’t know everything about her. Everyone has their own secrets, a private corner of their heart unknown to anyone else. Tonight, I couldn’t see through Betty’s thoughts...

While I was pondering, Michael had already started to caress Betty through her pajama pants, his index and middle fingers together, stroking Betty’s labia through the fabric.

Betty was enduring it with all her might, knowing that Michael didn’t want to just lie on top of her as before. Now that his face and mouth were free, he was surely observing her face and lower body.

So, Betty tried her best to suppress her expressions and body movements, but her worries were unnecessary. In the dark of the night, Michael couldn’t see Betty’s expressions; his focus was entirely on her lower body, all his senses concentrated on those two fingers.

Betty’s initial trembling might have been considered by Michael as a normal bodily reaction during sleep. Even if Betty started moaning or trembling now, Michael would probably think she was having a wet dream.

After all, he had read plenty of novels that described it that way. Familiarity breeds boldness, and now Michael’s actions towards Betty seemed more confident and audacious.

Michael gently savored the fullness of Betty’s labia and the heat emanating from her core, initially caressing through the pajama pants as a way of testing, probing the ’limits’ of the sleeping Betty, to avoid the disappointment of an unfinished encounter like before.

Michael was enjoying himself, but poor Betty was suffering, her body ablaze with desire, her sexual urges peaking, yet she couldn’t moan or make any movements, unable to release the fire within her.

From the beginning to the end, the struggle and conflict on her face never ceased; she was constantly torn between waking up and pretending to sleep. But as time passed, the balance between waking and pretending slowly tipped towards pretending to enjoy.

After a while, in Michael’s eyes, aside from some normal bodily reactions in her sleep, there were no signs of Betty waking up. Michael breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he finally understood the depth of Betty’s sleep.

He withdrew the two fingers that had been caressing Betty’s vulva and replaced them with both hands, swiftly moving towards her waist. This time, Michael was quick, perhaps confident in Betty’s deep sleep, now a familiar path for him.

Michael’s hands hooked the sides of Betty’s pajama pants, slowly pulling them down. Realizing Michael’s intentions, Betty, who had been feigning sleep, finally lost her composure again. Michael, focused on Betty’s lower half, failed to notice the change in Betty’s facial expression.

Betty bit her lower lip, gently shaking her head from side to side, as if to hint to Michael that she was about to wake up.

However, Michael, engrossed in his actions, couldn’t see these signs and paid them no heed.

Betty was on the verge of exposing her most private parts to her own son. While she could tolerate him seeing her breasts—as he had seen them before—the thought of revealing her vagina and buttocks was unbearable.

Betty pondered how to make Michael stop, her thoughts swirling in frustration. Meanwhile, Michael was making progress, inch by inch pulling down Betty’s pajama pants until they were bunched up above her buttocks.

Lying on her back, Betty’s pajama pants were now trapped under her buttocks. Michael prepared to pull them down further, gently easing them down, while Betty’s lower abdomen and a hint of pubic hair became exposed.

Realizing the gravity of her situation, Betty, without a second thought, flipped over. She turned from lying on her back to lying on her side, her face towards the window, her back to Michael. This sudden movement startled Michael.

In the past, such a ’hint’ from Betty might have worked, but what Betty didn’t realize was that this flipping action was not new to Michael.

On a night when Betty had been drinking, Michael had experienced her flipping over and had still managed to kiss her groin area.

Now, the scene was eerily similar to that night. Thus, Betty’s calculation fell through. Michael, startled at first, soon smiled and, despite Betty’s inner turmoil and reluctance, reached out his hand again.

When Michael’s hands touched the elastic of Betty’s pajama pants again, Betty bit her lip, her face contorted with struggle, nearly on the verge of tears. The situation was torturous and agonizing for her.

Without waiting for her to think further, Michael’s hands once again grasped the elastic of Betty’s pajama pants. Betty’s side-lying position inadvertently gave Michael an opportunity, making it easier to pull the pants down than if she were lying on her back.

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With a swift motion, Betty’s buttocks were exposed, revealing a peach-shaped outline in the dim light—Betty’s plump, firm buttocks now fully visible to Michael.

At this moment, Betty’s buttocks trembled slightly due to the tension in her body, and Michael’s body was shaking even more violently than hers. Michael trembled out of excitement, while Betty did so out of conflict and nervousness.

This time, Michael focused on Betty’s rear. When he caught sight of the crevice of Betty’s buttocks, he paused momentarily, then decisively and swiftly pulled down again. Betty’s pajama pants were now at the upper part of her thighs, exposing her entire buttocks to Michael’s gaze without any reservation.

The moment her pajamas were completely stripped from the back, Betty couldn’t control herself and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, almost unable to stop herself from crying out. After covering her mouth, she quickly switched tactics, biting down on the back of her hand with her pearly white teeth, using the pain to distract herself from the inner turmoil and helplessness she felt...