Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 067 Quick... quick... pull it out... R18

I don't know how long it was, but I groggily woke up, not in a hospital but still in my own office. The floor felt ice cold beneath me. After dozing off for a while, I felt much better, both emotionally and physically.

I tried several times, using the chair for support, and finally managed to stand up. I slumped back into the chair, rubbed my eyes, and my gaze fell on the computer screen. The image of Betty and Michael in the act was still frozen on the display.

God, this is just too cruel. I wished it was all a dream, that I'd wake up and find none of this had ever happened. I glanced at the time; it was the middle of the night, still over two hours until I had to start work. I had apparently passed out for about five or six hours.

I went to the restroom and splashed my face with cold water to wake myself up a bit more. Since it had already happened, I had to face it. There was no escaping this reality.

I decided not to go home today; I needed to see everything that had happened while I was away, to figure out how to handle this family crisis.

Returning to my desk, I took a few deep breaths and started moving the mouse. I needed to replay the video because I hadn't seen clearly how it had happened. I paused the video at the moment they were struggling...

Betty and Michael were struggling, Michael's penis was nestled in Betty's buttock crease, hovering between her anus and vagina.

When Betty was thrown off the bed, Michael, trying to save her, held her tightly, and they both fell. As Betty's chest hit the ground, Michael landed on her back, and during this struggle, his penis, which had been positioned at her vaginal entrance, slipped inside due to their movements and the force of the fall.

After entering Betty, the only thing visible between Michael's legs was a dark scrotum; the rest of his substantial penis had penetrated deeply into Betty.

It probably reached her cervix, given its size. The penetration happened so quickly, almost instantaneously. If I hadn't slowed down the playback, I wouldn't have been able to see it clearly.

Everything was too coincidental. The odds of Michael penetrating Betty were incredibly low, yet it really happened.

Was it all fate?

Did their mother-son bond touch the heavens?

"Ah... hey..." Betty had lost the ability to speak, the hot semen continuously washing over her vagina and womb, making her feel the fiery heat of Michael's virgin essence. As Michael continued to ejaculate, Betty also reached her first climax of the night.

Michael's extensive foreplay had kept her on edge, and now her long-itching spot was finally filled, also feeling the heat of Michael's virgin essence and the firmness and girth of his virgin body, bringing Betty to climax under both physical and psychological stimulation.

Betty's legs continued to shake, sometimes so vigorously that her heels knocked against Michael's buttocks. Those feet were like tender hands, constantly massaging Michael's buttocks, though Betty intended to kick him, knowing it was a futile struggle, more of a caress to Michael.

When Michael stopped ejaculating, Betty's face, which had been lifted, finally lowered back to the floor, and Michael, having finished, lay on Betty's back, both gasping, savoring the afterglow of their climax.

Their genitals remained tightly connected, and because Michael's penis filled every crevice of Betty's vagina, not a drop of semen flowed out.

After Michael ejaculated, his penis didn't seem to soften but remained deeply embedded in Betty's vagina, not pushed out by the semen nor squeezed out by Betty's vaginal muscles.

At this moment, the handcuffs on their right wrists, still tightly clasped, seemed like a lock of unity, binding the two together in their intimate act, inseparable forever. Betty, now utterly drained, was panting, tears streaming from her eyes, continuously dripping onto the floor.

She knew she had lost her virginity, irrevocably and unexpectedly, through unprotected penetration and ejaculation inside her, surrendered to the person she loved most dearly, her adopted son. Although she recognized that both she and Michael were at fault, she hadn't wanted any of this to happen. Yet, it was all irreversible now.

All she could do was cry silently, perhaps having lost the ability to think altogether.

Basking in the afterglow of his climax, Michael felt the residual pleasure, acutely aware of Betty's sobbing because he was still lying on her back.

He tilted his head to the side and saw Betty's tears; her hair was disheveled, and her bangs, mixed with tears, clung tightly to her face.

A flicker of pain and anxiety passed through Michael's eyes. Everything had happened so fast, and his penis was still deeply embedded in Betty's vagina. He wanted to say something to comfort Betty but found himself at a loss for words.

Silence fell, with Betty crying and Michael overwhelmed by the situation. And I, just like my beloved wife Betty, could only watch the computer screen and weep...