Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 054 Sexual desire is like Pandora's box Part1 R18

Michael, clearly overwhelmed by the sight of Betty's breasts, was shaking with excitement. His body trembled, causing even the mattress to quiver slightly. He probably thought that the trembling of Betty's body was due to his own actions.

Observing Betty closely, I noticed her legs subtly rubbing together again. It might have been my imagination, or perhaps a trick of the night vision camera's light, but it seemed like the muscles on the inner side of Betty's thighs were slightly twitching.

Some women possess a unique skill where they can use the muscles at the root of their thighs to stimulate the movement of the vaginal walls. When a man enters, he can feel the continuous trembling and squeezing of the vagina, enhancing his pleasure.

This skill might be innate, as not all women can perform it, just like not everyone can wiggle their ears.

My Betty, naturally, has this skill, and it usually manifests when her desire is at its peak. When our foreplay is sufficient, and Betty craves penetration, her vagina begins to move involuntarily, offering a unique sensation.

I once asked Betty about this skill, and she said it was subconscious, only appearing when she was truly aroused, and not something she could invoke at will.

If I wasn't mistaken, and Betty's thigh muscles were indeed twitching, it indicated that her desire was incredibly strong at that moment. Unfortunately, Betty was still wearing her pajama pants, so I couldn't see if her vagina was already wet.

Betty's body turned even redder, her usually pale skin slowly turning as pink as her cheeks.

With a soft moan from Michael, he dove in, starting to suck on Betty's nipples. His mouth was wide enough to engulf her areola and nipple entirely, sucking on one while his hand played with the other.

When Michael's mouth latched onto Betty's nipple, I saw her white, delicate toes curl tightly towards the soles of her feet.

Knowing Betty well, I understood that her breasts were a major erogenous zone for her. Whenever I teased her nipples, she would melt, allowing me to do as I pleased.

Now, as Michael teased Betty's G-spot with his hands and mouth, she resembled a shy wife, clutching the sheets and curling her toes, her lips pursed as if she feared that opening her mouth would unleash uncontrollable moans.

Meanwhile, after enduring the "torture" for so long, Betty finally let out a silent sigh of relief, and the trembling at the base of her thighs temporarily ceased.

After resting for a while, Michael's gaze swept over Betty's body again, this time focusing on her lower half.

Having already explored and touched Betty's upper body, and looking quite satisfied and fortunate that Betty had slept deeper than usual tonight, Michael seemed emboldened. He had been moving his arms around, and during the main event—nursing—Betty hadn't stirred at all.

As time ticked by, Betty seemed to be silently praying in her heart, hoping that Michael would dress her and lie down to sleep, letting her be. But she was bound to be disappointed. Having tasted the sweetness, how could Michael just give up?

With Betty sleeping so deeply tonight, how could he not seize the opportunity?

Finally, Michael reached out again, this time targeting Betty's vulva.

Instead of directly pulling down Betty's pajama pants, Michael chose a different approach this time. He reached for Betty's vulva through the fabric of her pajamas.

When Michael's hand made contact, Betty's body visibly shuddered. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see Michael's every move, making his touch feel like a sudden ambush.

Betty's most sensitive and private area was unexpectedly touched by Michael, causing her to reflexively tremble. Michael felt Betty's shudder and froze, his hand still in place. He was unsure if her trembling was a subconscious reaction in her sleep or a sign that she was about to wake up.

After that initial tremble, Betty quieted down. By now, she was completely engulfed in her desires, and every move Michael made was bringing her intense stimulation.

Since my health issues began, my intimate moments with Betty had become few and far between, and here she was, at an age where her sexual desires were only growing stronger.

Sexual desire is like Pandora's box; it's manageable until it's touched, but once opened, it's impossible to contain.