ushernet Chapter 087 Only kisses and caresses were on the table Part1
Chapter 087 Only kisses and caresses were on the table Part1
Betty and Michael lay side by side, the setup reminiscent of many nights before, yet the air was thick with a new tension.
Betty, passive yet aware, lay there allowing Michael the liberty to explore her body with the unspoken rule of no penetration; only kisses and caresses were on the table.
Michael, though he had Betty's consent, was visibly nervous.
This wasn't like before; Betty was alert, and he was painfully aware of her wakefulness, unsure of how to initiate.
Time seemed to crawl by, and as the night deepened, Michael finally made a move.
He cautiously sat up, mimicking the stealth and silence of past encounters where he had taken advantage of her unawareness, though now she was fully conscious.
His first act was to place his hand on Betty's breast, his favorite part of her body.
Her breasts were undeniably perfect, ideal in both size and shape.
As his hand made contact, Betty tensed, her teeth clenching in the dim light, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
She made no move to stop him, but her body language screamed resistance.
Michael's touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers tracing the outline of her breast through the fabric of her nightgown and bra, his excitement palpable.
After several moments, Michael's hands moved to the buttons of Betty's nightgown.
He unfastened them with trembling fingers, each button releasing with a soft pop.
Betty's breathing became shallow, her cheeks puffing in silent protest.
Despite her body's betrayal, reflecting a confusing mix of reluctance and arousal, her internal struggle with morality and taboo was evident.
With the nightgown now open, her bra-clad breasts and smooth, toned abdomen were exposed.
Michael had left the curtains open, using the ambient light from outside to better see Betty.
Initially, it seemed an oversight due to his excitement, but it was clear he had intended this exposure.
He stared at the deep valley between her breasts, his excitement growing.
Leaning in, he began to inhale deeply, savoring the scent of her skin, reminiscent of a hound with its keen sense of smell.
Betty's body shivered under the warm breaths that caressed her skin, goosebumps appearing across her exposed flesh.
The exposure of her most private parts while fully conscious and in front of her own son brought her embarrassment to a peak.
Before she could adjust to the exposure, an eager Michael dove in, enveloping one nipple with his mouth and beginning to suck vigorously, eliciting a soft moan from Betty.
Betty, perhaps overwhelmed by her own shame, quickly brought her hand to her mouth, biting down on her hand to stifle the sensations and the moans that threatened to escape.
Michael was lost in the act, sucking passionately at Betty's nipple, occasionally taking the entire areola into his mouth as well.
Betty's brow furrowed, and she occasionally bit down harder on her hand as Michael's fervent sucking brought a mix of ticklish pain to her breasts.
Alternating between the two, Michael did not neglect the other breast, continuously kneading it as he lavished attention on its twin.
Once both of Betty's breasts were slick with Michael's saliva, he finally shifted his focus.
His mouth left her breasts, giving Betty a moment to breathe a sigh of relief.
She released her hand from her mouth, which now bore a clear set of teeth marks from her own bite.
After leaving her breasts, Michael's hands moved under Betty's nightgown, then reached towards her back as if to unhook her bra.
Initially, his movements were slow and cautious, as he was afraid of hurting Betty.
Perhaps sensing his intent or maybe out of a desire to ease the process, Betty gently lifted her back off the bed, allowing Michael unimpeded access to her bra clasp.
With practiced ease, Michael unhooked her bra.
His hands emerged from behind her back, holding the straps of her bra, and as he lifted his hands, the bra slowly slid off Betty's body.
However, Michael had overlooked one detail: Betty was still wearing her nightgown, which prevented the bra from being completely removed.
Michael had to act again, and Betty had to cooperate once more.
After some effort, Michael finally managed to remove both Betty's nightgown and bra.
Throughout this process, Betty subtly assisted him.
Now, Betty's upper body was completely bare.
After her clothes were removed, Betty no longer kept her hands at her sides but instead pressed them against her breasts, covering her nipples and areolas.
Through the night vision camera, I could see Betty's face flushed red, resembling a ripe peach.