Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 155 Mom, what are you doing? Ouch... Part3 R18

Michael stood by the bed, his face buried in the nape of Betty's neck, his lips kissing her skin fervently as he inhaled the scent of her hair.

His hips thrust rhythmically, as if trying to merge completely with her, their genitals secreting fluids with each passionate stroke, pulling out copious amounts of lubrication.

Michael hadn't fully removed his pants, nor had Betty completely taken off her underwear, and her nightgown's hem was caught between them.

As they melded together wildly, the fluids soaked Michael's trousers, Betty's panties, and the hem of her nightgown, leaving visible traces of their intense activity.

"Ugh... oh..." Michael grunted as he worked, exhaling like a marathon runner, his breathing timed with his thrusts, allowing him to maintain a vigorous pace.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, "smack, smack, smack..." while Betty's buttocks lifted with each thrust, causing waves of lubrication to splash out.

Michael's penis pulled the fluids from her vagina, which were immediately pushed back by his groin into the crevice of her buttocks.

As Michael squeezed Betty's buttocks together, the wet slapping sounds of "squish, squish" filled the air.

In the midst of this, a pool of lubrication swirled between Betty's buttocks, rippling with each movement she made.

Throughout their lovemaking, Michael held Betty tightly, partly out of passion and partly for fear she might try to escape.

However, as he realized she was not resisting, he gradually loosened his grip.

When he finally let go completely, Betty showed no signs of wanting to pull away.

In fact, when Michael thrust forward, she pushed her hips back against him, eagerly meeting his movements.

Betty had fully engaged in their lovemaking on this special day, their wedding anniversary.

While I was out walking the streets alone, drinking, she was at home, committing adultery with Michael, her stepson.

Seeing this tore at my heart even more.

If it weren't for my concern for Betty, I might have suffocated from the pain.

Now, with her hands free, Michael lifted her soaked nightgown.

As it reached her armpits, Betty, lost in ecstasy, raised her arms, allowing Michael to remove her gown completely.

Now she was left in just a bra and panties, which had slid down to her knees.

"Smack, smack, smack..." Michael's thrusts were powerful, as if trying to separate her from his body, but Betty, enamored with his strong physique, stood firm.

Michael then began to strip off his own clothes, revealing a muscular torso that even I, a grown man, could envy.

Slowing his thrusts but not lessening their depth, he managed to shimmy his pants and underwear down to his knees despite the awkwardness of maintaining penetration.

Once free of his underwear, he stepped out of them and also removed Betty's panties, which had slipped down to her ankles.

Now, both were completely bare, their bodies in unobstructed contact.

"Ah... oh..." The clothes were off, and one might expect a relentless pace of thrusting to follow, but instead, Michael completely withdrew his penis from Betty, causing her to moan in a mix of emptiness and reluctance.

I couldn't understand why, but I found myself obsessively timing the sequence of events, trying to correlate them with my own aimless wandering and drinking.

Sixteen minutes had passed since I left the room; what was I doing then?

As Michael withdrew, a thick coat of their combined lubrication clung to his penis, not semen but a creamy mixture from their prolonged friction.

Holding Betty's waist, he shifted slightly, and Betty, with a subtle reluctance not visible to her own conscious mind, seemed eager to welcome him back inside.

The emptiness she felt was palpable, discomforting.

As they adjusted their positions, Michael's erection remained firm and swaying, a stark contrast to his robust physique, almost disproportionate in its prominence.

Just moments ago, they had been making love by the bed, Michael standing at the edge, his back to the bed, while Betty stood enduring his thrusts without any support.

After switching positions, Betty now faced the bed, and Michael moved behind her.

Once in position, Michael wrapped his arms around Betty's slender waist and gently lifted it, seemingly wanting her buttocks to protrude more.

Perhaps Betty was truly tired and needed a rest, or maybe she wanted to feel that fullness from Michael again.

Betty, having allowed herself to fall into this sexual escapade, naturally didn't want to waste this rare opportunity to convince herself.

Following Michael's lead, she willingly bent over, placing her hands on the edge of the bed, her buttocks pushed back, creating the perfect angle for doggy style.

The scene that followed held no surprises, unfolding as if scripted.

Betty leaned forward on her hands at the edge of the bed, her round, full buttocks arched back, her head slightly bowed, her hair cascading down, hiding her face.

One could guess she still harbored a trace of shyness, given such a proactive posture might still be new to her—at least, it was the first time I saw it in the video.

Was this compliance due to their perceived limited opportunities for lovemaking, or was it because of the special significance of today, allowing Betty to fully indulge herself just this once?