Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 67 - 0 Quick... quick... pull it out... R18

I don’t know how long it was, but I groggily woke up, not in a hospital but still in my own office. The floor felt ice cold beneath me. After dozing off for a while, I felt much better, both emotionally and physically.

I tried several times, using the chair for support, and finally managed to stand up. I slumped back into the chair, rubbed my eyes, and my gaze fell on the computer screen. The image of Betty and Michael in the act was still frozen on the display.

God, this is just too cruel. I wished it was all a dream, that I’d wake up and find none of this had ever happened. I glanced at the time; it was the middle of the night, still over two hours until I had to start work. I had apparently passed out for about five or six hours.

I went to the restroom and splashed my face with cold water to wake myself up a bit more. Since it had already happened, I had to face it. There was no escaping this reality.

I decided not to go home today; I needed to see everything that had happened while I was away, to figure out how to handle this family crisis.

Returning to my desk, I took a few deep breaths and started moving the mouse. I needed to replay the video because I hadn’t seen clearly how it had happened. I paused the video at the moment they were struggling...

Betty and Michael were struggling, Michael’s penis was nestled in Betty’s buttock crease, hovering between her anus and vagina.

When Betty was thrown off the bed, Michael, trying to save her, held her tightly, and they both fell. As Betty’s chest hit the ground, Michael landed on her back, and during this struggle, his penis, which had been positioned at her vaginal entrance, slipped inside due to their movements and the force of the fall.

After entering Betty, the only thing visible between Michael’s legs was a dark scrotum; the rest of his substantial penis had penetrated deeply into Betty.

It probably reached her cervix, given its size. The penetration happened so quickly, almost instantaneously. If I hadn’t slowed down the playback, I wouldn’t have been able to see it clearly.

Everything was too coincidental. The odds of Michael penetrating Betty were incredibly low, yet it really happened.

Was it all fate?

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Did their mother-son bond touch the heavens?

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When the penetration happened, it was as if a knife stabbed Betty in the heart, the pain of falling paled in comparison to the pain inside her vagina.

Betty had only been with me before, and I’m just an average American guy. Suddenly being penetrated fully by a substantial foreign penis must have been overwhelming.

Michael was stunned too. He definitely felt his penis enter a tight, moist, warm place. He knew it was Betty’s vagina because neither her anus nor the inner thighs would feel moist; only a vagina secretes lubricating fluids.

"Quick... quick... pull it out... pull it out..." At this moment, Betty finally spoke, though speaking was incredibly difficult for her, as if someone had stabbed her in the heart with a knife, moaning and struggling before death. Betty clenched her teeth, squeezing out these words one by one.

By now, she had no other thoughts; she realized she had been deflowered, completely penetrated by Michael. All she wanted was for Michael to withdraw.

"Ah ha... ha..." Just as Betty uttered these words, her whole body began to tremble, her face lifting from the floor, her legs shaking as they lifted off the ground, gently swaying.

Meanwhile, Michael on Betty’s back hadn’t heard her words. Realizing he had successfully penetrated Betty and taken her virginity, he shivered, then his whole body trembled, his large scrotum contracting rapidly, and his buttocks also began to quiver.

The penis, deeply embedded in Betty’s vagina, showed just a bit of its base, visibly trembling as Michael ejaculated...

No wonder, since Michael was a virgin and had struggled with Betty for so long, his glans rubbing in her buttocks for a while, and now suddenly penetrating Betty, he felt he finally possessed her.

Betty’s vagina was so warm and tight, giving Michael a profound sense of physical and psychological satisfaction and relief, a common issue for virgins—ejaculating upon penetration.

At this point, Betty could no longer speak, feeling a warm flow from the penis inside her, pouring into her vagina and womb. She knew Michael had ejaculated, having penetrated her without even starting to thrust, not even managing to pull out before he began to ejaculate.

Michael, with his eyes closed, savored the pleasure of ejaculation. At that moment, he pressed his hips firmly against Betty’s buttocks, eliminating any gap between their bodies.

This was Michael’s second ejaculation; the first had been with his fingers in Betty’s vagina, but this time, it was with his penis, unobstructed, deeply into the depths of Betty’s vagina.

"Ah... hey..." Betty had lost the ability to speak, the hot semen continuously washing over her vagina and womb, making her feel the fiery heat of Michael’s virgin essence. As Michael continued to ejaculate, Betty also reached her first climax of the night.

Michael’s extensive foreplay had kept her on edge, and now her long-itching spot was finally filled, also feeling the heat of Michael’s virgin essence and the firmness and girth of his virgin body, bringing Betty to climax under both physical and psychological stimulation.

Betty’s legs continued to shake, sometimes so vigorously that her heels knocked against Michael’s buttocks. Those feet were like tender hands, constantly massaging Michael’s buttocks, though Betty intended to kick him, knowing it was a futile struggle, more of a caress to Michael.

When Michael stopped ejaculating, Betty’s face, which had been lifted, finally lowered back to the floor, and Michael, having finished, lay on Betty’s back, both gasping, savoring the afterglow of their climax.

Their genitals remained tightly connected, and because Michael’s penis filled every crevice of Betty’s vagina, not a drop of semen flowed out.

After Michael ejaculated, his penis didn’t seem to soften but remained deeply embedded in Betty’s vagina, not pushed out by the semen nor squeezed out by Betty’s vaginal muscles.

At this moment, the handcuffs on their right wrists, still tightly clasped, seemed like a lock of unity, binding the two together in their intimate act, inseparable forever. Betty, now utterly drained, was panting, tears streaming from her eyes, continuously dripping onto the floor.

She knew she had lost her virginity, irrevocably and unexpectedly, through unprotected penetration and ejaculation inside her, surrendered to the person she loved most dearly, her adopted son. Although she recognized that both she and Michael were at fault, she hadn’t wanted any of this to happen. Yet, it was all irreversible now.

All she could do was cry silently, perhaps having lost the ability to think altogether.

Basking in the afterglow of his climax, Michael felt the residual pleasure, acutely aware of Betty’s sobbing because he was still lying on her back.

He tilted his head to the side and saw Betty’s tears; her hair was disheveled, and her bangs, mixed with tears, clung tightly to her face.

A flicker of pain and anxiety passed through Michael’s eyes. Everything had happened so fast, and his penis was still deeply embedded in Betty’s vagina. He wanted to say something to comfort Betty but found himself at a loss for words.

Silence fell, with Betty crying and Michael overwhelmed by the situation. And I, just like my beloved wife Betty, could only watch the computer screen and weep...