Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 61 - 0 The pink nipples stood out R18

As Betty was hunched over, concentrating on proofreading Michael’s work, Michael couldn’t help but sneak glances at her, filled with a longing he tried to mask. After a few quick looks, he hurriedly shifted his gaze away.

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When it came time to hit the sack, Betty, as usual, retreated to her bedroom to slip into her pajamas. She then pulled out her phone to give me a call, checking if my phone was on. Finding it off, she shook her head, a mix of anxiety and worry washing over her, but mostly, she felt a deep sense of missing someone.

After setting her phone down on the nightstand, Betty sat on the edge of our bed, lost in thought. She now felt an inexplicable fear towards Michael’s room. As a new mother with no experience, she felt utterly at a loss about how to handle her relationship with Michael now.

"Mom, what’s up? You feeling okay?" Just as Betty was zoning out, Michael, who seemed a bit anxious, rushed into our bedroom to check on her. His face wore an innocent expression, but he was actually feeling bolder now that Betty knew the truth, allowing him to relax a bit more.

"No... it’s nothing... Let’s head to bed," Betty stuttered nervously, her thoughts having just been on Michael. She quickly got up, turned off the bedroom light, and walked out with Michael towards his bedroom.

In the video, I watched as Betty and Michael headed to his bedroom. I had a strong premonition that Betty wasn’t just walking towards Michael’s room, but also towards the end of our happiness.

My body trembled uncontrollably, but I forced myself to keep watching. I took out a cigarette but didn’t light it, setting it down on the desk to smoke later. Right then, all I wanted was a drink to steady my nerves...

The mother and son lay side by side on the bed, and Betty felt somewhat reassured because Michael had only touched her a couple of times the night before, nothing more.

Perhaps she thought that after his previous night’s indiscretions and explorations, Michael had lost his curiosity and the mystery of a woman’s body, making her safe from then on. But Betty was mistaken; she completely misunderstood Michael’s true intentions.

Feeling somewhat reassured, Betty maintained her usual position, lying on her back on the bed. If Michael happened to grab or touch her, she’d chalk it up to accidental physical contact.

Betty wasn’t completely at ease, so she pretended to be asleep, waiting for Michael to fall asleep first before she could truly relax.

Time ticked by slowly, and after about half an hour, Michael stealthily lifted his head to look at Betty beside him. Being cautious, he sensed from Betty’s breathing and physical state that she hadn’t fallen asleep yet, which was unusual for her.

This confirmed Michael’s suspicions that Betty had been awake these past few nights, aware of everything he had done. With nothing left to hold him back, Michael sat up.

Betty, feeling his movement, instinctively clenched her hands and pursed her lips slightly, but Michael, observing carefully this time, realized that Betty was indeed not asleep.

After taking a few deep breaths, he reached out and gently caressed her full breasts. This time, Michael’s actions were not hesitant but firm and decisive, his confidence evidently bolstered.

When Michael’s hands once again found their way to her chest, Betty couldn’t help but furrow her brows slightly—a reaction Michael caught this time.

Previously, Michael had been solely focused on the sensations under his fingertips, oblivious to Betty’s expressions. But tonight, his attention was fixed on her face, and the lighting was much better than the previous night, allowing him to see her clearly in the dim light.

Seeing Betty’s expression, Michael felt a surge of excitement. Betty was clearly not asleep and seemed to be indulging his actions, which only encouraged him to increase the intensity of his caresses.

Betty’s breasts shifted shape under the fabric of her nightgown as Michael’s hands moved over them. She thought Michael couldn’t see her expressions and subtle movements in the dim light, not realizing that he had missed them the night before but was now fully aware of every little detail.

Feeling confident and without any hint of nervousness, Michael observed Betty’s expressions while savoring the fullness and softness under his palms.

After enjoying the moment, and finding the barrier of the nightgown unsatisfying, Michael proceeded as he had the night before. This time, however, he unbuttoned her nightgown much faster and more steadily.

Gradually, Betty’s cleavage and bra came into view. Although this wasn’t the first time, Betty’s reaction was less intense than before, but she still appeared nervous, her facial expressions mirroring those of the previous night, albeit less pronounced.

As Michael unbuttoned her nightgown, he stealthily watched Betty’s expressions, taking advantage of her tolerance and affection to continue his bold actions.

Once her nightgown was open, Michael didn’t pause; he directly slid off the straps of Betty’s bra, exposing her breasts to the air. Perhaps recalling the pleasure from that previous night, Betty’s nipples were already erect without any direct stimulation.

The pink nipples stood out, alluring and almost sacred in their appearance, tempting yet demanding reverence.

"Uh..." Michael gasped, taking one of Betty’s nipples into his mouth and beginning to suck vigorously, his own moans mingling with the action. The act of kissing and sucking her breasts brought Michael immense psychological satisfaction.

As he suckled, Michael looked up at Betty’s face. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her eyebrows twitching slightly, and her lips occasionally pursed. Encouraged by her expressions, Michael sucked even more eagerly.

At this point, he wasn’t concerned about Betty waking up. If she did, he figured they could just confront the situation openly. After all, the discarded packaging of the morning-after pill could serve as evidence of their previous encounter, leaving Betty with little room to deny what had happened.

While continuing to suckle on one breast, Michael’s hand wandered down to Betty’s lower body, pressing through her pajama bottoms onto her vulva. Using a technique to stimulate her, Betty’s body began to tremble—a reaction she couldn’t suppress or control. Michael, now attuned to every response, intensified his actions.

Betty’s breasts were wet with Michael’s saliva, and her arousal seemed even quicker and more intense than before.

The wet spot on Betty’s pajama bottoms at her groin was evident, a clear sign of her intense physical and psychological response to Michael’s actions.

Michael withdrew his finger from Betty’s vulva, now glistening with her arousal that had seeped through her pajamas. He glanced at his moist finger, then at Betty, who had momentarily stopped trembling due to the cessation of stimulation.

Smiling slightly, Michael brought his finger to his lips, tasting Betty’s arousal. He exaggerated the sucking sound, making a distinct "slurp" that reached Betty’s ears, who was feigning sleep.

Betty, no longer being touched or tasted by Michael, felt the cool dampness of her wet pajamas against her skin. Without needing to look, she knew exactly what Michael was sucking on. The sound of Michael’s slurping reignited a slight tremble in her body, responding involuntarily to the auditory stimulus.

These novel and unconventional methods Michael was employing introduced Betty to a fresh and exotic form of stimulation she had never experienced before.