Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 260 Everyone has a hidden side

On the other side, Michael, sensing Betty’s departure, activated all the cameras and located the one in their bedroom.

He began to watch intently, his excitement palpable as if a hungry wolf had spotted its prey, his eyes glowing green with anticipation, his breathing quickening as he stared unblinkingly at the screen.

After hesitating for a moment, Betty gently approached her bedroom door, her hand gripping the doorknob before she quietly turned it.

With a soft click, the door locked from the inside.

The sound was faint, masked by the noise of the washing machine in the bathroom.

Betty believed Michael wouldn’t hear it.

Perhaps she didn’t want to hurt Michael’s pride with her actions, but she felt the need to guard against him.

Seeing this, I felt somewhat relieved; at least Betty was cautious around Michael, a stance that I found reassuring.

Meanwhile, Michael, noticing that Betty had locked her door, seemed momentarily disheartened, sighing softly as if her actions had genuinely hurt him.

However, he quickly recovered and continued watching the video, his anticipation undiminished.

After locking the door, Betty let out a soft sigh of relief.

She seemed frightened, pondering what she would do if Michael barged in.

With her current physical state, if Michael were forceful, she would be powerless to resist, and being alone with him certainly added to her worries.

Betty began to undress, while Michael leaned closer to his laptop screen.

As Betty removed all her outer garments, leaving only her underwear, Michael’s breathing grew even heavier.

Betty’s figure was perfectly proportioned and voluptuous, her breasts accentuated by her bra, her buttocks taut and lifted by her panties, displaying her body’s curves in their most perfect form.

Reacting quickly, Michael pressed several shortcut keys on his computer, clicking the mouse to capture screenshots of Betty’s image on the screen, saving multiple images in a pre-prepared folder.

After removing her outer clothes, Betty reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

The tight bra was instantly released by her full breasts, not slowly sliding off but rather being quickly snapped off by the force of her ample bosom.

Once the bra was off, Betty’s full breasts were exposed to the air, displayed on the surveillance feed.

Michael’s already heavy breathing stopped abruptly as if he were breathless, not even gasping for air as he stared intently at Betty’s breasts while continuing to take screenshots, not missing a beat in admiring her.

Despite losing the support of the bra, Betty’s breasts remained firm, maintaining the perfect shape.

The peaks of her breasts, topped with moderately sized pink nipples and areolas, looked like delicious crystal grapes, offering an insane temptation to the male gaze.

After removing her bra, Betty bent down to step out of her panties.

As she bent over, her full breasts hung down, swaying slightly with her movements, glowing under the bright bedroom lights.

Unbeknownst to Betty, in another room, the very person she was most wary of was watching her every intimate move on his computer monitor, capturing every seductive action she made.

It’s no wonder Michael was so thrilled; he had never seen Betty’s naked body under such clear lighting conditions before.

The high-definition camera I had installed provided Michael with the clearest and most perfect visual feast.

After removing her underwear, Betty stood completely naked, the delicate pink of her labia just visible amidst her pubic hair, her full buttocks trembling slightly.

Betty slowly put on new underwear and then dressed in the most conservative nightgown she rarely wore at home.

She then opened the door and stepped out of the bedroom.

On the other side, Michael finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Betty returned to the bathroom, allowing Michael to relax and stop his frantic screenshotting.

It seemed to me that Michael’s screenshotting was somewhat redundant; perhaps he hadn’t yet familiarized himself with the surveillance system and wasn’t sure if it had a save function.

So, he took screenshots as a precaution, capturing Betty’s most beautiful and seductive moments.

After resting for a while, Michael opened his eyes, having seemingly stored every image of Betty in his mind.

He looked down at his groin, where his erection had formed a noticeable tent.

He stood up and slowly pulled down his pants, then his underwear.

As his underwear separated from his penis, a thin, glistening thread of pre-ejaculate connected the tip of his penis to the fabric.

More fluid continued to seep from the tip of his penis.

Though I had seen Michael’s penis before, the one in the surveillance was still menacing and fierce.

The pouch of the underwear he had just changed into was noticeably damp, his penis fully prepared for intercourse.

But where was the female who could satisfy it?

In the bathroom, Betty began to wash the underwear, starting with hers and then mine, leaving Michael’s for last.

She was currently washing mine, her gaze repeatedly drifting towards Michael’s underwear, her expression complex.

When Betty finished washing her own and my underwear, she finally started on Michael’s.

She sighed, seemingly adjusting her mindset.

After all, her relationship with Michael had normalized; a mother washing her son’s underwear shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

Betty changed the water and picked up Michael’s underwear.

Although her expression was calm, her body trembled slightly when she touched it.

She lifted Michael’s underwear, her nose twitching slightly, perhaps due to the strong scent of male pheromones emanating from it.

Just as she was about to immerse the underwear in the water, Betty paused.

Holding the underwear just inches above the water, she turned to check that the door was firmly closed.

Quickly, she brought Michael’s underwear to her nose for a quick sniff before plunging it into the water.

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The entire process was swift, almost instantaneous.

After tossing Michael’s underwear into the basin, Betty leaned against the sink, her head bowed and eyes closed, her body trembling slightly, her chest heaving as she seemed to calm herself, perhaps savoring the scent she had just inhaled.

This scene was, of course, witnessed by Michael through the screen.

Michael was somewhat dumbfounded by what he saw, perhaps anticipating something to happen.

He might have guessed that Betty would do something with his underwear—maybe sniff it, touch it, or even use it for masturbation—but those were just fantasies, highly unlikely to occur because no one could really understand Betty’s thoughts.

From the beginning, especially with Betty’s lingering looks at Michael’s underwear, I sensed something might happen.

Now both Michael and I had seen it, though I wished I hadn’t, while Michael got exactly what he wanted.

At this moment, I could guess Betty’s mindset: alone in the bathroom, she secretly sniffed the underwear, satisfying a hidden desire, believing that neither Michael nor I would know, as if she had secretly committed a misdeed.

Everyone has a hidden side, often revealed only in solitude.

I have one too.

But as Betty revealed hers, she didn’t realize that this very moment was known to the two people she least wanted to be aware of it.