Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 156 Mom, what are you doing? OuChapter Part4 R18

"Pop..." Betty positioned herself for doggy style, and Michael didn’t hesitate.

With one hand guiding his penis, he aimed for the center between Betty’s buttocks, tapping the tip gently against her labia a couple of times.

Thanks to the lubrication still fresh from their previous activities, Michael’s impressively thick penis smoothly re-entered Betty’s vagina with a firm "thump," accompanied by a muffled moan from Betty and the sound of their flesh colliding.

Michael’s hips pressed tightly against Betty’s buttocks, leaving no space between them, with only his large, dark-red testicles, covered in pubic hair, visible at the entrance of her vagina, completely obscuring it as his penis buried deeply inside her.

"Thump, thump, thump..." Michael began thrusting rapidly from behind Betty, each movement causing her buttocks to ripple and waves of flesh to undulate.

Betty’s head hung down, her face and expressions obscured by her hair, perhaps hiding her bashfulness, allowing her to lose herself in the act.

Michael stood firmly behind her, his hips striking Betty’s buttocks, his penis appearing and disappearing rhythmically inside her.

The force of Michael’s thrusts turned Betty’s buttocks a rosy red, and her legs began to tremble slightly, as if they might give out without Michael’s support.

The two continued their silent coupling, and during this, I noticed Betty’s head was angled steeply downward, almost pointing towards the bed.

If positioned like this, Betty, if her eyes were open, might see her breasts swinging back and forth with each thrust, Michael’s testicles shaking, and his penis moving in and out of her, possibly even catching sight of her own pubic hair dripping with their mixed fluids.

However, I couldn’t see Betty’s face to know whether her eyes were open or closed, and for some reason, I was now desperately curious about this.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Initially, Betty’s moans were soft, but as the intercourse extended and Michael increased his intensity, she could no longer contain herself.

The shy phase was over, and what remained was her body reacting instinctively to the rhythm.

Betty’s body rocked back and forth from Michael’s impacts, her full breasts swaying heavily below her chest.

Michael began supporting Betty by her slender waist, but soon, his hands crept upwards, leaving her waist, gliding over her abdomen, and finally reaching her breasts, which had been bouncing freely until now.

As Michael continued his vigorous thrusts, he began kneading and caressing Betty’s breasts, about ten minutes after they had switched positions.

Michael’s pace of thrusting remained steady and forceful, showing no signs of nearing climax, and as time passed, Betty seemed increasingly close to orgasm, evidenced by her legs shaking more noticeably.

Her knees bent repeatedly, and each time they did, it took her more effort to straighten them again.

As the minutes passed, the frequency of her knees bending increased, the bends grew deeper, and the time it took her to straighten them lengthened.

"Ah..." About five minutes later, Betty let out a long, high-pitched moan.

As she moaned, Betty’s head lifted, her hair flinging slightly, and I finally saw her face again, now drenched in sweat, as if she had been crying.

Was she crying from excitement, or was it guilt lingering in her heart for me?

Hearing her climax, Michael knew Betty had reached her peak, and as a "gentleman," he should have stopped thrusting to let her enjoy her orgasm without any distractions.

Michael firmly grasped Betty’s breasts, his hips pressed tightly against her buttocks, his penis fully embedded in the deepest part of her vagina.

As Betty reveled in her climax, Michael’s expression also changed; he furrowed his brow and his eyes squinted, suggesting he felt something unusual inside her.

The next moment confirmed my suspicions; from their tightly joined bodies, a trickle of clear fluid began to emerge.

This fluid, pure and without impurity, was the squirt from Betty, a phenomenon I wasn’t fully familiar with, but it indicated a profound climax.

If not for Michael’s penis still inside her, the squirt might have sprayed much further, and watching it flow continuously let me know just how intense Betty’s orgasm was.

Her vagina kept flushing Michael’s penis with this fluid, which was the source of his recent pleasure.

Betty’s climax was so intense it could make any man proud.

As time ticked by, Betty’s climax subsided, and her body seemed to be drained of all its strength.

Betty’s body slowly collapsed, her knees bending without the strength to straighten again.

In the final moments, Michael’s hands, which had been caressing her breasts, swiftly returned to support her slender waist, preventing her from collapsing completely.

Due to Betty’s climax, Michael and Betty temporarily stopped their intercourse.

This pause significantly reduced Michael’s urge to ejaculate, a desire that would need to be rebuilt, undoubtedly prolonging their lovemaking session.

I wondered how intense the next round would be... After Betty recovered, Michael didn’t withdraw but instead supported her waist and moved forward, forcing Betty to crawl slowly ahead until she laboriously climbed onto the bed.

Michael’s legs also moved onto the bed, and now Betty was in a doggy style position, perhaps somewhat resentful of this posture, especially as her anus seemed to contract, possibly sensing Michael’s intense gaze, as this position left her completely exposed.

Eventually, Betty shifted her stance; she slowly lay down, and as her body lowered, Michael’s penis was gradually withdrawn.

Michael might not have understood Betty’s true intentions, seeing her slowly lie down until her abdomen and chest touched the bed surface.

He might have thought Betty was genuinely tired and needed to rest, but his eyes flashed with excitement mixed with a hint of reminiscence.

What was Michael thinking about?

"Ah... oh..." With an unusual moan from Betty, Michael’s penis plunged once again into the deepest part of her vagina.

After Betty lay down on the bed, her buttocks pressed together, at least shielding her anus from Michael’s view.

However, Michael’s penis was still nestled between her buttocks, preventing them from fully closing.

When Betty lay down, Michael remained still, leaving only the tip of his penis inside her.

But after a moment of inexplicable excitement, Michael suddenly lowered his hips and thrust his penis deeply back into Betty, pressing his hips against her buttocks once more.

Michael also laid his body on top of Betty’s, and the softness of the bed allowed her to bear his weight.

As their bodies came together, I recognized the familiarity of the scene.

After some thought, I realized why Michael had that reminiscent look earlier; their current position was the same as the first time Michael and Betty had intercourse.

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That time could be considered rape, but it was in this very position that Michael had forcefully entered Betty, eventually ejaculating deeply into her, marking their first incestuous conception and completely taking away her innocence.