Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 74 - 0 Betty had completely lost herself...

Betty bit her lip, her gaze complex as she looked at Michael, focusing on his limp penis, which seemed like a sleeping giant snake. If it were to awaken, it would strike at Betty again, seizing her and ultimately releasing its deadly venom inside her.

Betty’s eyes were filled with tears, which spilled like pearls from her eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks. She knew that everything was beyond redemption; her body was no longer pure, having been claimed by the son beside her, utterly betraying her husband.

Betty had completely lost herself...

After crying on the bed for a while, Betty slowly got up, opened the bedroom door, and walked out.

As Betty left the room, Michael, who had been lying in bed pretending to sleep, opened his eyes. It turned out he had been awake the whole time, just not opening his eyes. He had heard everything as Betty cried beside him.

After satisfying his desires, Michael was left to ponder the mess that followed the passion, his eyes flickering with a trace of worry.

Betty then went to the bathroom, standing in front of the full-length mirror to look at her body. Her figure was still slim and sexy, but everything had changed. Her body, filled with her son’s semen, was no longer pure.

Standing there, the semen slowly began to drip out due to gravity, tracing a path down her thighs, a constant reminder that this was not a dream, but reality.

Moreover, Betty’s pristine body was covered in kiss marks and scratches from Michael’s caresses on her breasts. Her skin was soft and tender, easily bruised by even a slight pressure. Her breasts, still swollen from the encounter, resembled ripe, tender grapes, either from Michael’s rough handling or from Betty’s lingering arousal.

Facing her reflection, Betty covered her face and began to cry again before turning on the shower. She washed meticulously, especially her vagina and labia, and her breasts, as if trying to erase every trace of Michael.

Yet, some marks would never fade, a lifetime reminder of her betrayal and the ethical torment of her relationship with her son.

Betty was a traditionally minded and conservative woman. Despite her frail health, she had always remained chaste for her husband.

Now, having lost herself completely to her beloved adopted son, her inner turmoil was unimaginable. If it weren’t for seeing Betty unharmed when I returned home last night, I would have feared she might succumb to her anguish and consider suicide.

Betty scrubbed herself over and over again, using body wash three times in a row. When she finally stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and decided not to go back to Michael’s room to retrieve her pajamas and underwear. That bedroom had become a place of fear for her.

Walking was a bit awkward for Betty, and she had winced slightly while washing her labia, a clear sign of the pain caused by Michael’s repeated ejaculations and the forceful entry of his sizable penis. After her shower, as Betty dried off with a towel, she inadvertently touched her swollen, tender labia and gasped from the sharp pain.

Betty returned to her own bedroom, standing on the floor and looking around the familiar space. But this time, she was a changed woman.

She looked at everything in the room, including the traces of our life together, and once again, she began to sob, covering her face with her hands. Eventually, she sat down on the floor, hugging her knees and crying loudly, now in the privacy of her own room.

Meanwhile, Michael had been eavesdropping from his room. When Betty returned to her bedroom, he quietly opened his door and stood hesitantly at the entrance of our bedroom.

The passion had passed, and now fully sober, he felt helpless and inexperienced. Hearing Betty’s loud cries, he reached out to open the door but quickly withdrew his hand.

Michael felt a twinge of regret. He had gotten what he wanted, but at the cost of hurting the mother he loved. Listening to Betty’s cries, his face showed his sadness.

Perhaps he hadn’t anticipated that Betty would react so differently from the women in the stories he had read. In those stories, the women often fell into depravity after being raped, but the real Betty was nothing like that.

From the way Michael and Betty had made love, it was clear that Michael, despite being inexperienced, knew many positions and techniques, likely from reading novels, watching adult videos, or researching online about foreplay and women’s erogenous zones.

He had managed to dominate Betty during their encounter, especially when she actively lifted her hips to help him enter, and when she wrapped her arms around his neck—signs of her being overwhelmed by her sexual desires and his performance.

But once the heat of the moment had passed, everything changed.

Without the blinding haze of lust, Betty was not someone he could conquer or control. After standing at Betty’s door for a while, Michael pursed his lips and returned to his own room, naked. He couldn’t sleep; it was destined to be a sleepless night for both of them.

About half an hour later, Betty stopped crying. She wiped her tears, picked up her phone, and stared at it for a long time. A look of determination flashed through her tearful eyes.

Betty dialed the number, and at this hour, she was definitely trying to reach me. I even saw my nickname saved in her contacts.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is not available at the moment, please try again later..." The familiar tone of a powered-down phone echoed through Betty’s handset. Her phone slipped from her grasp and she collapsed back onto the bed, breaking down into tears once again.

Michael, standing just outside the door, had of course heard the sounds of Betty tapping on her phone.

When he heard the shutdown tone from the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his anxiety quickly ramped up. He could guess who Betty was trying to call. Although he wasn’t fond of me, he knew that as an adult, I could easily handle a kid like him.

His initial relief was quickly overshadowed by fear, knowing that Betty might spill everything to me, and then he’d really be in trouble.

Originally planning to head back to his room, Michael lost his nerve to leave after hearing Betty’s attempted call. He desperately wanted to keep tabs on Betty’s every move. In the end, Michael could only stand helplessly at Betty’s door, never mustering the courage to open it.

As time ticked by, exhaustion overcame him, and he eventually sat down on the floor by Betty’s door, and unknowingly drifted off to sleep on the cold floor.

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He was too drained; as a novice, ejaculating twice had taken a significant toll on his energy, and as a kid, his heart was much larger than that of an adult. Yet, he managed to fall asleep, while inside the room, Betty had no idea about everything happening just outside her door. Betty lay in bed, trying to call me again and again until morning, never getting through.

Sitting in a hotel bed, I had watched through the night. This night’s video had seemed so long, and it had profoundly changed the trajectory of my life.

My family, my wife—it felt like I had lost all motivation. Sadness couldn’t even begin to describe my feelings at that moment.

I pushed all thoughts aside; it wasn’t over yet. The video was far from finished.

I decided to wait until I had seen everything before making any decisions. At least for tonight, there might still be a reason for me to forgive Betty.