Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 153 Mom, what are you doing? OuChapter Part1

I forced my heart to calm down quickly, then I started to rewind the video.

But just a few minutes into the rewind, I paused it again.

I took a deep breath, caught in a dilemma.

Should I watch the events of that night from start to finish, or should I view them backwards from the present moment?

Normally, one would watch from the beginning to the end to maintain continuity.

Watching it backwards would be like watching a movie in reverse, making it impossible to grasp the plot.

Since I was going to face the playback eventually, I might as well start from the beginning.

Avoiding it wasn’t solving anything.

I no longer had time to continue from where I left off on the surveillance footage before my business trip.

I hadn’t finished watching all the details between Betty and Michael.

But now, I urgently needed to know what happened after I left home that night.

How did Betty discover I had returned?

What was her reaction when she found out I had been home?

Was she heartbroken, upset, did she look for me, did she cry for me?

I desperately wanted to know where Betty was now.

Had she really run off with Michael to a place where no one knew them, starting a new life just the two of them?

The only way to find answers was through the surveillance footage.

I recalled the time I returned home that night and adjusted the surveillance to that specific day.

I clicked on fast forward, progressing rapidly while taking deep breaths to steady my heartache.

Finally, the video reached the crucial moment, showing me sneaking back into the house that night...

The footage continued, and it was rare to see myself in the surveillance, just a replay of that night’s events.

The difference was that I had witnessed it in person back then, and now I was revisiting it through the camera.

When the footage showed Betty and Michael engaging in passionate sex, I saw myself in the video, not angry, just filled with despair and sorrow.

Seeing myself at that moment, I couldn’t help but feel pity for the man I was then.

I tried hard to suppress my emotions, as revisiting that scene in the surveillance was like rubbing salt in my wounds.

To save time, I clicked fast forward until I saw myself leaving the house with the memorial tablet of my parents.

I released the mouse and began to watch intently.

After all, everything had already happened; what was there left to fear?

What followed was just Betty reaching climax after climax with Michael, culminating in him finishing inside her.

The sound of the door closing as I left wasn’t very loud, but it was deep and penetrating.

After I stepped out, all sounds were cut off, leaving me clueless about what happened inside.

But I believed it hadn’t disturbed Betty and Michael; their vigorous lovemaking, the sounds of their bodies colliding, their heavy breathing, and Betty’s moans would have drowned out the noise of the door.

Moreover, after I left, my phone remained silent, the room’s lights were still on, and it was over an hour before Betty called me.

However, watching the playback now, I realized things weren’t as I had thought.

When the door closed, Betty, who had been closing her eyes enduring the thrusts, suddenly opened them following the sound.

Her eyes, filled with lust, now also showed a hint of confusion.

I noticed that although the door’s sound was muffled, its penetration was quite strong.

It was like an orchestra playing a symphony when suddenly a gong crashes in, completely out of place.

This door sound, mixing with their sounds of lovemaking, also seemed so out of place and peculiar.

"Wait... wait a minute, Michael... stop... ah..."

Betty suddenly realized something was off and quickly spoke up to stop Michael.

Initially, her words seemed to suggest a brief pause in their lovemaking, but then she urgently changed her plea to a demand for him to stop.

However, Michael responded to Betty’s resistance with a forceful thrust, silencing her mid-sentence into a prolonged moan.

Under normal circumstances, Betty might have been overwhelmed by Michael’s sexual prowess and lost herself again in the heat of the moment.

But this time was different.

It seemed she heard the sound of the door, and fear completely took over, leaving no room for other concerns.

If the door really had been opened, there could only be one person entering, as besides Betty and Michael, only I had a key to the door.

"Ouch..."

With a startled cry from Michael, his body suddenly flew backward, yes, flew, and with a ’thud,’ his back and head slammed against the wall opposite the bed.

In the moment Michael was propelled away, his erect penis was abruptly pulled out from Betty’s vagina, making a peculiar noise as it did so, and dragging out a copious amount of lubrication.

As their genitals separated, the fluid flew about chaotically...

The root cause of all this was Betty’s desperate kick.

In her panic, she lifted one leg that Michael had been holding on his shoulder, straightened it after bending it to the limit, and firmly planted her foot on Michael’s chest.

Michael, lost in the pleasure of Betty’s wet and tight embrace, didn’t see the kick coming, which led to the scene just described.

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After kicking Michael away, Betty didn’t even glance to see if he was hurt or consider the force of her kick.

She immediately stood up, pulled on her underwear, straightened her clothes, and hurriedly ran to the living room.

The living room was pitch dark, but she could still make out the outlines of the room.

Hearing the silence and seeing no one, Betty let out a deep sigh of relief, patting her ample chest.

At this moment, Betty’s clothes were disheveled, her face flushed, her hair a mess, but her eyes showed panic and extreme fear.

Betty stood still for a moment to compose herself, then suddenly gasped as she remembered the desperate kick she had given Michael.

The sound of Michael’s moaning, not the pleasurable kind from their lovemaking but a pained one, faintly drifted from the bedroom.

Betty quickly ran back to the bedroom and saw Michael sitting on the floor, still not up.

Despite her anger moments before, she deeply loved Michael, and now her panic had subsided, leaving only deep concern and a hint of guilt.

"Mom, what are you doing? Ouch..."