Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 074 Betty had completely lost herself...

Betty bit her lip, her gaze complex as she looked at Michael, focusing on his limp penis, which seemed like a sleeping giant snake. If it were to awaken, it would strike at Betty again, seizing her and ultimately releasing its deadly venom inside her.

Betty's eyes were filled with tears, which spilled like pearls from her eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks. She knew that everything was beyond redemption; her body was no longer pure, having been claimed by the son beside her, utterly betraying her husband.

Betty had completely lost herself...

After crying on the bed for a while, Betty slowly got up, opened the bedroom door, and walked out.

As Betty left the room, Michael, who had been lying in bed pretending to sleep, opened his eyes. It turned out he had been awake the whole time, just not opening his eyes. He had heard everything as Betty cried beside him.

After satisfying his desires, Michael was left to ponder the mess that followed the passion, his eyes flickering with a trace of worry.

Betty then went to the bathroom, standing in front of the full-length mirror to look at her body. Her figure was still slim and sexy, but everything had changed. Her body, filled with her son's semen, was no longer pure.

Standing there, the semen slowly began to drip out due to gravity, tracing a path down her thighs, a constant reminder that this was not a dream, but reality.

Moreover, Betty's pristine body was covered in kiss marks and scratches from Michael's caresses on her breasts. Her skin was soft and tender, easily bruised by even a slight pressure. Her breasts, still swollen from the encounter, resembled ripe, tender grapes, either from Michael's rough handling or from Betty's lingering arousal.

Facing her reflection, Betty covered her face and began to cry again before turning on the shower. She washed meticulously, especially her vagina and labia, and her breasts, as if trying to erase every trace of Michael.

Yet, some marks would never fade, a lifetime reminder of her betrayal and the ethical torment of her relationship with her son.

Betty was a traditionally minded and conservative woman. Despite her frail health, she had always remained chaste for her husband.

About half an hour later, Betty stopped crying. She wiped her tears, picked up her phone, and stared at it for a long time. A look of determination flashed through her tearful eyes.

Betty dialed the number, and at this hour, she was definitely trying to reach me. I even saw my nickname saved in her contacts.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is not available at the moment, please try again later..." The familiar tone of a powered-down phone echoed through Betty's handset. Her phone slipped from her grasp and she collapsed back onto the bed, breaking down into tears once again.

Michael, standing just outside the door, had of course heard the sounds of Betty tapping on her phone.

When he heard the shutdown tone from the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his anxiety quickly ramped up. He could guess who Betty was trying to call. Although he wasn't fond of me, he knew that as an adult, I could easily handle a kid like him.

His initial relief was quickly overshadowed by fear, knowing that Betty might spill everything to me, and then he'd really be in trouble.

Originally planning to head back to his room, Michael lost his nerve to leave after hearing Betty's attempted call. He desperately wanted to keep tabs on Betty's every move. In the end, Michael could only stand helplessly at Betty's door, never mustering the courage to open it.

As time ticked by, exhaustion overcame him, and he eventually sat down on the floor by Betty's door, and unknowingly drifted off to sleep on the cold floor.

He was too drained; as a novice, ejaculating twice had taken a significant toll on his energy, and as a kid, his heart was much larger than that of an adult. Yet, he managed to fall asleep, while inside the room, Betty had no idea about everything happening just outside her door. Betty lay in bed, trying to call me again and again until morning, never getting through.

Sitting in a hotel bed, I had watched through the night. This night's video had seemed so long, and it had profoundly changed the trajectory of my life.

My family, my wife—it felt like I had lost all motivation. Sadness couldn't even begin to describe my feelings at that moment.

I pushed all thoughts aside; it wasn't over yet. The video was far from finished.

I decided to wait until I had seen everything before making any decisions. At least for tonight, there might still be a reason for me to forgive Betty.