Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 057 Sexual desire is like Pandora's box Part4 R18

Betty seemed to sense something was about to happen, though she couldn't see it and thus couldn't confirm her suspicions. When Michael's tip pressed against her entrance, Betty finally realized what Michael was about to do.

The shape was unmistakably different from a tongue; while a tongue is soft and wet, this was undeniably hard, though still wet. Michael's hot breath washed over the back of her neck, leaving no room for doubt about what was pressing against her.

With a sharp intake of breath, Betty's eyes snapped open, a hint of fierceness flashing through them. Her resolve hardened; it was clear that any further movement from Michael would provoke a reaction. At this point, her expression showed she was beyond caring about anything else.

Behind her, Michael was in a similar state. His tip, now pressed at Betty's entrance, could feel the softness and warmth of her. His face was twisted in a struggle, his eyes locked on the point of contact, wrestling with his next move.

The situation couldn't be clearer; if Michael proceeded, given his robust size, Betty would undoubtedly wake up. What then? He was still a kid, unable to predict an adult's thoughts or feelings.

So there he stood, undecided, his tip resting at her entrance, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Finally, Michael sighed, his hips remaining still. Yes, he gave up. To proceed without Betty noticing was impossible. In the last moment, his remaining sense of reason prevailed.

Hearing the distinct sigh behind her, Betty also sensed what was about to happen. She too let out a soft, silent sigh. Unless absolutely necessary, Betty was not ready to confront her beloved adopted son.

However, Michael wasn't ready to give up entirely. Though he couldn't proceed with penetration, he had other ideas.

Michael withdrew, then smeared some of the secretion from his tip onto his index finger. Slowly, he inserted the lubricated finger into Betty's entrance. The finger was thin, so when Betty felt the sudden intrusion, she opened her eyes.

But realizing what had entered her, her heart relaxed again. They had already crossed so many lines; she didn't mind his finger exploring a bit further, hoping this night would soon end.

Unbeknownst to Betty, the finger Michael inserted was coated with his pre-ejaculate. He was using his finger as a substitute for his penis, the only difference being the organ used, but the substance was the same.

It couldn't be spilled on the ground or washed down the drain. What was he supposed to do? Michael held the semen, pondering his next move...

Just then, Michael's eyes lit up. He glanced over at Betty's bare butt and breasts, seemingly struck with an idea. "If it can't be spilled on the ground, then it should go where it belongs," he thought.

Sitting in front of my computer, watching all this unfold, I had a hunch about what Michael was about to do, and sure enough, he confirmed my suspicions.

Holding the thick semen in one hand, Michael dipped his finger into it and then reinserted that semen-coated finger back into Betty's vagina.

Betty, with her back to Michael, was unaware that he had just ejaculated and was now reinserting his wet finger into her. She didn't feel anything unusual, but what she didn't know was that Michael's finger was now laden with enough semen to potentially impregnate a woman.

After a few thrusts inside Betty's vagina, Michael withdrew his finger, dipped it into the semen again, and reinserted it. Unfortunately, the volume of semen was too much, especially since it was Michael's first ejaculation. Within a couple of minutes, thick white semen began to leak from Betty's vaginal opening.

If it had been ejaculated directly from a penis, it would have been deposited deep into the womb, likely with less waste.

But Michael's fingers were too short, reaching only the midsection of Betty's vagina.

Seeing the semen start to drip out, Michael knew her vagina could no longer hold his semen, so he shifted his focus. He smeared some semen around Betty's anus.

Michael didn't dare insert his finger there, knowing it could cause significant discomfort and potentially wake her, so he just applied it around the area.

He then moved on to smear semen on Betty's buttocks, thighs, and eventually her breasts and nipples. After covering these areas with his semen, only a drop remained on Michael's finger. After some thought, he applied this last drop to Betty's cheek.

After completing this, Michael waited until the semen had nearly dried before carefully dressing Betty in her pajama pants and bra, buttoning up her shirt, and then stealthily making his way to the bathroom with the towel.