Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 135 What exactly had they been up to? Part3

"Alright, stop messing around and put your pants on..." Betty said, her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment as she quickly turned her head away, avoiding her own gaze while speaking to Michael.

Her voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner turmoil and nervousness.

"But... Mom, how do you expect me to put on pants like this?" Michael responded, his face showing a hint of difficulty as he looked down at his fully erect penis, which seemed to throb with each heartbeat.

The skin of the glans was taut and shiny, the foreskin retracted behind the corona, making it appear even more imposing as it faced Betty.

"Can't you... control it?" Betty turned her head back briefly to glance at Michael's penis, but quickly looked away again.

However, during that brief moment, I noticed her eyes didn't follow the movement of her head.

Her gaze remained fixed on Michael's large member until her head had turned too far, and only then did her eyes reluctantly snap back to a forward position.

This all happened in an instant, and while Michael might not have noticed, I, being extremely observant of the two, did.

"I can make it get bigger, but I can't make it smaller..." Michael said, his tone a mix of innocence and helplessness, but his expression betrayed a hint of mischief.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Betty seemed increasingly anxious, her hands clutching the bedsheet, her breathing quickened.

I had never seen Betty so flustered before, a grown woman, seemingly cornered by her own son's provocative state.

"No, Mom... It's been so long since... since we last..." Michael continued, his voice carrying a plea, his face painted with a look of sorrow.

"Michael..." Betty's tense expression suddenly relaxed upon hearing Michael's words, as if his plea had eased her stress somewhat, but it was quickly replaced by a hint of depression, the source of which was unclear.

Betty turned back to face Michael, trying to keep her eyes away from his erection, but her peripheral vision was all too clear.

She found herself unable to continue speaking, her voice filled with resignation.

"Do you realize this is a path of no return? Do you understand the consequences if this gets out? When you really grow up, you'll hate me, I'm scared I'm ruining your life, do you understand? There are things you just don't understand..." Betty spoke earnestly, her rational mind considering the situation and its potential outcomes more clearly than ever.

Her face showed guilt, helplessness, fear, and a profound sadness.

"No, I'll never hate you, Mom, I'll always love you. You're the most important person in my heart, no one can compare to you..." Michael's response was passionate yet immature, filled with youthful fervor.

I've never been to a club like that before, and neither has your father because we both thought it wasn't a respectable place.

But after going there tonight, I realized it's a good place to relieve stress.

The loud music, the wild crowd, it did give me a thrill.

But still, it's not a place for someone underage like you; don't go there again..." Betty continued, her voice firm.

"I've never been there before..." Michael tried to defend himself.

"Still lying... You danced so well, and you dare say you've never been?" Betty chided him gently, a hint of playfulness in her tone despite her words.

Michael chuckled awkwardly.

"And you, in that setting..." Betty's voice trailed off, her face showing a mix of annoyance and shyness.

"It was dark, no one could see..." Michael tried to explain again.

"No more explanations, just listen to me, I can't handle that kind of scene... It feels like a desecration, a lack of respect..." Betty cut him off.

"I'm sorry, Mom..." Michael apologized once more.

"It's okay, I know you put a lot of thought into tonight, taking me there took a lot of courage, didn't it?" Betty acknowledged his efforts, understanding the unusual situation of a son taking his mother to a club, potentially exposing some of his less serious secrets.

Michael nodded in response.

"Do you remember your promise to me?" Betty looked at Michael, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

She truly cared for her son, especially now that I wasn't home, making Michael her sole support.

And from their conversation, it was clear they had ventured to a club tonight, a place they both normally would have scorned, not fitting for 'decent people'.

Unexpectedly, Betty and Michael had gone there, and Betty's reaction to the setting was surprisingly positive.

More importantly, Betty mentioned how Michael had behaved in the club.

In such a public setting, they wouldn't engage in anything inappropriate, but it was inevitable that Michael might get a bit handsy.