Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 264 Michael’s eyes remained fixed on Betty Part3

The alarm jolted Betty awake, her hand fumbling for her phone to silence the clamor.

After stretching and rubbing her eyes, a sudden realization struck her.

She glanced down at her exposed lower body, her legs still apart as if held by an invisible force.

Her gaze fell on the sparse, dark pubic hair, clumped together with dried remnants that resembled glue.

Around her labia, traces of white lingered, and beneath, the sheets bore a dried, crusty stain.

In a flash, the memories of last night flooded back.

Betty leapt up like a startled rabbit, hurriedly pulling on her underwear and straightening her clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands caressing her cheeks as she tried to calm her racing mind.

Next door, Michael’s sleep was disrupted by the sound of Betty’s alarm.

He quickly turned on the surveillance feed from the night before, which he had minimized to the corner of his screen.

Now, every moment of Betty’s morning was visible to him.

Watching Betty sit on the bed, her face a mix of shame and confusion, Michael couldn’t help but smirk, understanding exactly what her reactions meant.

It was like watching a woman consumed by guilt after a night of passion, her pleasure turning to regret as the reality of her actions set in.

Betty sat tangled in her thoughts, perhaps disgusted with herself, especially after waking up in such a compromising position.

After a moment, the practical need to start the day nudged at her.

She got up to make breakfast, suddenly remembering that Michael was also in the house.

The dynamics had shifted; no longer was it her husband she lived with, but her foster son, Michael.

Quickly changing into more appropriate attire, she began preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Michael remained in bed, having witnessed Betty’s panic.

He relished the thrill of watching her unseen, knowing her secrets without her knowledge.

Betty cooked, her mind clearly elsewhere.

The kitchen door was right next to Michael’s room, and she occasionally glanced towards it, her expression a mix of complexity and panic, fearful of him emerging unexpectedly.

On the other side, Michael stretched lazily, his gaze dropping to his erect penis, which hadn’t softened throughout the night.

The stimulation from Betty, coupled with the replay of last night’s videos and his unfulfilled desires, kept him aroused.

His underwear was a cycle of dry and wet, and now he needed a fresh pair.

He comforted his erection with a gentle touch, reassuring it that it wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

Michael changed his underwear, struggling to dress as his penis resisted confinement.

Finally tucking it into his pants, he managed to get dressed, though his bulge was still noticeable.

It seemed his erection would remain until he found release, almost as if expressing its frustration to its owner.

With a click, Michael opened his bedroom door, causing Betty, who was cooking in the kitchen, to shudder, nearly dropping the plate she was holding.

Michael, feigning just having woken up, headed straight for the bathroom, his back to the kitchen, pretending not to notice Betty there.

Betty remained silent.

Once Michael entered the bathroom, Betty let out a sigh of relief, quickly massaging her face to calm herself down and shake off the embarrassment from the previous night.

"Good morning, Mom..." Michael said as he emerged from the bathroom, acting as if he had just noticed Betty in the kitchen.

"Morning, go freshen up and then come eat breakfast..." Betty responded naturally, keeping her head down as she cooked, avoiding eye contact to hide her awkwardness.

However, as she spoke, she inadvertently glanced at Michael’s groin area, which was noticeably bulging.

Her words faltered, but she quickly recovered, looking up at Michael and offering a small smile.

Michael nodded and hurried back to the bathroom to wash up, while Betty breathed a sigh of relief, patting her ample chest, thankful she had managed to regain her composure.

Betty wasn’t surprised by the bulge in Michael’s pants; she was aware of his size.

Perhaps she had just never noticed it so clearly before.

The realization made her cheeks flush even redder.

She quickly set the table, splashing her face with cold water to cool down before Michael returned.

Meanwhile, Michael stood at the vanity, not rushing to wash up but instead smiling at his reflection in the mirror.

He knew Betty’s attempts at appearing natural were full of flaws—her eyes, her speech, her expressions, especially that unintentional glance at his groin, were all too obvious to him.

Breakfast passed in an awkward silence.

Michael volunteered to clean up, and Betty left for work with her bag in hand.

Now alone, Michael tidied up the house meticulously, surpassing even Betty’s usual efforts.

Perhaps it was a form of flattery, or maybe he genuinely enjoyed the cleanliness.

As he grew older, Michael had become more stylish and put-together compared to my aging self.

After cleaning, Michael resumed watching the videos—especially those documenting his encounters with Betty.

He scrutinized every detail and expression, believing that understanding Betty completely would give him an advantage.

Whenever he saw videos of Betty and me together, he scoffed at my less impressive attributes compared to his.

Each time he saw Betty’s naked body, his penis would prominently tent his pants, a stark contrast to my own shortcomings.

By noon, Michael was bustling in the kitchen, whipping up lunch.

Betty usually didn’t come home for her break since she only had an hour and a half off, and commuting would eat up most of that precious time.

Both of them had gotten used to grabbing lunch at their respective workplace cafeterias.

Michael was well aware of this routine, so he was fending for himself.

Just as he finished preparing his meal, the sound of keys jingling and the door unlocking broke the silence.

"Click..." The door swung open.

Michael, lost in his own world, was singing along to a fast-paced Singaporean pop tune and whistling, completely oblivious to the noise of the door.

As Betty stepped inside, Michael was just about to emerge from the kitchen, plate in hand.

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"Ah..." A startled gasp escaped Betty as they stood frozen, face to face at the kitchen doorway.

After entering, Betty dropped her bag and made a beeline for the kitchen, just as Michael was coming out, plate still in hand.

However, the real shocker wasn’t their near collision.

The focus was on Michael’s attire—or lack thereof.

He had been lounging in pajama pants and a tee at home, but an arousing video he’d watched had left him with an erection that persisted, especially noticeable when he stood up to cook.

The bulge in his pants formed a noticeable tent, a common discomfort when fabric presses against an erect penis, causing slight pain and discomfort.

Michael, being larger than average, felt this discomfort even more acutely.

Driven by the video and unmet sexual desires, Michael had opted for comfort by shedding his pajama pants and sticking to his loose boxers.

Although the fabric still pressed against his glans, the looser fit offered him a bit more comfort as he moved around the kitchen.