Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Chapter 091 Babe, let me go inside, please? Part 3 R18

Betty looked helplessly at Michael's penis, then glanced up at him.

Michael met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of urgency and desire.

Betty almost cried, overwhelmed by how a simple promise had put her in such a difficult position.

The tension between them had eased somewhat after their recent ordeal.

Betty, seeing Michael's fixation on her nudity, no longer felt the initial shame.

"Mom, try using that..." Michael finally spoke, breaking the tense silence.

Normally, such a sudden suggestion would startle Betty, but this time she remained calm and steady.

She turned to Michael with a puzzled look, not understanding his hint.

Michael, seeing her confusion, gently pointed towards Betty's chest.

Following his gesture, Betty looked down and saw her breasts obstructing her view, instantly grasping his meaning.

We had tried breast sex before.

Although it's a unique experience, it never particularly interested me as I don't have a fetish for breasts; I find vaginal sex more satisfying.

We stopped after trying it once, but preferences vary widely.

Understanding Michael's suggestion, Betty shook her head firmly and quickly, her long hair swaying with the motion.

The idea of performing breast sex with her son was something she couldn't bring herself to do, especially not in her current state of mind.

Seeing her refusal, Michael looked disheartened.

Normally, he might have pressed her about breaking her promise since breast sex doesn't involve penetration, but he was perceptive enough to see that Betty was in no mood for further demands.

His gaze then shifted to Betty's lips.

He almost spoke, but the words were swallowed back.

I noticed this, even if Betty didn't.

It seemed Michael was considering asking Betty to perform oral sex to relieve him.

But given their newly ambiguous relationship, and her refusal of breast sex, it was unlikely she would agree to more.

"Mom, let's just stop...

" Michael finally conceded, his voice tinged with reluctance.

He was visibly frustrated, caught in an uncomfortable state of unfulfilled arousal.

As he moved to cover himself with a blanket, Betty stopped him.

Now, with her back to him, Michael could unabashedly watch everything unfold before his eyes.

His penis secreted a copious amount of fluid, marking a glistening trail from her spine down to her anus.

The trail didn't stop there but continued forward, a shiny record of their intimate contact...

Had Betty made her decision?

Was this a descent into something deeper?

Had passion overcome her reason, surpassing even her love for her husband?

Thinking about how recently Michael had entered our home, I struggled to control myself, feeling on the brink of madness, a sense of despair rising from within.

I wanted to close my eyes, not wanting to witness the moment Betty actively engaged Michael's penis, but a voice inside me insisted I watch, to see my wife's complete betrayal...

Eventually, Michael's tip reached the entrance of Betty's vagina.

Betty's cheeks were puffed, a clear sign of her internal struggle and excitement, yet she resisted.

With a soft sound, as Betty lowered herself, I couldn't face watching the penetration and closed my eyes.

However, the sounds of flesh rubbing and impacting came through my headphones.

Soon after, distinct moans from both a man and a woman filled my ears.

Then it quieted down.

There wasn't the frantic pounding I had anticipated, just their rapid breathing.

Were they silently savoring the pleasure of penetration?

Facing reality was inevitable.

I steeled myself against the turmoil inside and opened my eyes.

My gaze shifted to the screen, and I kept telling myself to be strong.

I only glanced briefly, but my eyes widened in shock and a trace of surprise.

Because I saw it, there was no insertion, only Betty's buttocks sitting atop Michael's hips, with Michael's penis flattened beneath her weight, its tip pointing straight down towards his feet.

Betty's labia enveloped Michael's shaft, with his egg-sized glans covering part of Betty's pubic hair.

Shortly after I opened my eyes, Betty began to move, not thrusting, but rather wriggling and rubbing back and forth while seated on Michael's lap.

Betty's labia continued to wrap around Michael's shaft, with her urethral opening constantly striking Michael's coronal ridge.

Occasionally, Betty's movements grew more intense, causing her labia to slide over Michael's glans.

At those moments, Betty's labia seemed like a rolled-up handkerchief, continuously wiping over Michael's thick penis.

What exactly had happened when I had my eyes closed?