ushernet Chapter 027 What's he up to?
Chapter 027 What's he up to?
After changing into her nightgown, Betty climbed into bed to sleep. Back when it was just Betty and me at home, she never had the habit of locking her bedroom door at night.
Even now, with Michael in the house, Betty didn't see any reason to start locking her door. In her eyes, Michael was just a kid, and locking her door as if she didn't trust her own son would just be silly and potentially hurtful.
Meanwhile, Michael was still up, glued to his phone. Through the clear footage from the security camera, I could see that he was reading something on his device. Whether it was a regular novel or something more adult, I couldn't tell.
But soon, it became apparent from the way his pajama pants began to tent that he wasn't reading anything wholesome. I had to chuckle to myself; after all, hadn't I sneaked peeks at adult magazines at his age? Compared to that, reading a spicy story seemed pretty tame.
Michael, perhaps feeling a bit stirred up by his reading, slid a hand under his pajamas and began to touch himself. As he manipulated his erection through the fabric, its outline became increasingly visible.
I couldn't know the exact size, but it seemed significantly larger than mine, which was about 5 inches. Michael's looked to be at least 7 inches, if not more.
After a while, Michael seemed unsatisfied with just touching himself over his pajamas and slipped his hand inside his pants. It was the first time I had seen Michael masturbate. At his age, I was already well-versed in the art of self-pleasure, a common practice among boys before they start having real sexual encounters.
So, Michael's actions were nothing out of the ordinary in the grand scheme of male development, but I couldn't help but worry a bit.
After a few moments, Michael seemed to grow restless. He slowly turned his head towards the door. The house was quiet, just him and Betty under the same roof. Despite their familial relationship, the basic male and female dynamics could potentially complicate things.
Betty was successfully "tricked" into Michael's room. She opened his door and, without turning on the light, quickly embraced him, continuously patting his head to comfort him.
Michael was "sweating profusely," but this didn't raise any suspicion from Betty. The initially "startled" Michael gradually calmed down in Betty's arms and slowly "fell asleep."
As Betty became more alert, her face showed a mix of heartache and worry. Only after Michael had fallen back into a peaceful "sleep" did Betty gently lay him back on the pillow.
It was then that Betty realized what she was wearing. Her cheeks flushed slightly, visible in the night-vision camera, but fortunately, she hadn't turned on the light, so Michael hadn't seen her attire.
Normally, Betty would have immediately gone to bed to sleep with Michael, but she hesitated as she looked down at her clothes. She gently patted Michael, then quietly turned as if to go back to her room—perhaps to sleep, or maybe to change her clothes.
But just as she turned, she found her skirt firmly grasped by the "sleeping" Michael, who even in sleep, clung tightly to Betty's skirt.
To Betty, this was a sign of a child's attachment to her, the only source of security for this "hurt" child.
Watching this, I couldn't help but admire Michael's cunning in manipulating Betty so completely. This little rascal was using Betty's love to deceive her.
Already a bit paranoid, I began to feel a hint of animosity towards Michael for the first time. I also realized how dangerous it was to have such a scheming child around. For the first time, I felt like I had unwittingly let the wolf into the house.