ushernet Chapter 153 Mom, what are you doing? Ouch... Part1
Chapter 153 Mom, what are you doing? Ouch... Part1
I forced my heart to calm down quickly, then I started to rewind the video.
But just a few minutes into the rewind, I paused it again.
I took a deep breath, caught in a dilemma.
Should I watch the events of that night from start to finish, or should I view them backwards from the present moment?
Normally, one would watch from the beginning to the end to maintain continuity.
Watching it backwards would be like watching a movie in reverse, making it impossible to grasp the plot.
Since I was going to face the playback eventually, I might as well start from the beginning.
Avoiding it wasn't solving anything.
I no longer had time to continue from where I left off on the surveillance footage before my business trip.
I hadn't finished watching all the details between Betty and Michael.
But now, I urgently needed to know what happened after I left home that night.
How did Betty discover I had returned?
What was her reaction when she found out I had been home?
Was she heartbroken, upset, did she look for me, did she cry for me?
I desperately wanted to know where Betty was now.
Had she really run off with Michael to a place where no one knew them, starting a new life just the two of them?
The only way to find answers was through the surveillance footage.
I recalled the time I returned home that night and adjusted the surveillance to that specific day.
I clicked on fast forward, progressing rapidly while taking deep breaths to steady my heartache.
Finally, the video reached the crucial moment, showing me sneaking back into the house that night...
The footage continued, and it was rare to see myself in the surveillance, just a replay of that night's events.
Under normal circumstances, Betty might have been overwhelmed by Michael's sexual prowess and lost herself again in the heat of the moment.
But this time was different.
It seemed she heard the sound of the door, and fear completely took over, leaving no room for other concerns.
If the door really had been opened, there could only be one person entering, as besides Betty and Michael, only I had a key to the door.
"Ouch..."
With a startled cry from Michael, his body suddenly flew backward, yes, flew, and with a 'thud,' his back and head slammed against the wall opposite the bed.
In the moment Michael was propelled away, his erect penis was abruptly pulled out from Betty's vagina, making a peculiar noise as it did so, and dragging out a copious amount of lubrication.
As their genitals separated, the fluid flew about chaotically...
The root cause of all this was Betty's desperate kick.
In her panic, she lifted one leg that Michael had been holding on his shoulder, straightened it after bending it to the limit, and firmly planted her foot on Michael's chest.
Michael, lost in the pleasure of Betty's wet and tight embrace, didn't see the kick coming, which led to the scene just described.
After kicking Michael away, Betty didn't even glance to see if he was hurt or consider the force of her kick.
She immediately stood up, pulled on her underwear, straightened her clothes, and hurriedly ran to the living room.
The living room was pitch dark, but she could still make out the outlines of the room.
Hearing the silence and seeing no one, Betty let out a deep sigh of relief, patting her ample chest.
At this moment, Betty's clothes were disheveled, her face flushed, her hair a mess, but her eyes showed panic and extreme fear.
Betty stood still for a moment to compose herself, then suddenly gasped as she remembered the desperate kick she had given Michael.
The sound of Michael's moaning, not the pleasurable kind from their lovemaking but a pained one, faintly drifted from the bedroom.
Betty quickly ran back to the bedroom and saw Michael sitting on the floor, still not up.
Despite her anger moments before, she deeply loved Michael, and now her panic had subsided, leaving only deep concern and a hint of guilt.
"Mom, what are you doing? Ouch..."