Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 155 Mom, what are you doing? OuChapter Part3 R18

Michael stood by the bed, his face buried in the nape of Betty’s neck, his lips kissing her skin fervently as he inhaled the scent of her hair.

His hips thrust rhythmically, as if trying to merge completely with her, their genitals secreting fluids with each passionate stroke, pulling out copious amounts of lubrication.

Michael hadn’t fully removed his pants, nor had Betty completely taken off her underwear, and her nightgown’s hem was caught between them.

As they melded together wildly, the fluids soaked Michael’s trousers, Betty’s panties, and the hem of her nightgown, leaving visible traces of their intense activity.

"Ugh... oh..." Michael grunted as he worked, exhaling like a marathon runner, his breathing timed with his thrusts, allowing him to maintain a vigorous pace.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, "smack, smack, smack..." while Betty’s buttocks lifted with each thrust, causing waves of lubrication to splash out.

Michael’s penis pulled the fluids from her vagina, which were immediately pushed back by his groin into the crevice of her buttocks.

As Michael squeezed Betty’s buttocks together, the wet slapping sounds of "squish, squish" filled the air.

In the midst of this, a pool of lubrication swirled between Betty’s buttocks, rippling with each movement she made.

Throughout their lovemaking, Michael held Betty tightly, partly out of passion and partly for fear she might try to escape.

However, as he realized she was not resisting, he gradually loosened his grip.

When he finally let go completely, Betty showed no signs of wanting to pull away.

In fact, when Michael thrust forward, she pushed her hips back against him, eagerly meeting his movements.

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Betty had fully engaged in their lovemaking on this special day, their wedding anniversary.

While I was out walking the streets alone, drinking, she was at home, committing adultery with Michael, her stepson.

Seeing this tore at my heart even more.

If it weren’t for my concern for Betty, I might have suffocated from the pain.

Now, with her hands free, Michael lifted her soaked nightgown.

As it reached her armpits, Betty, lost in ecstasy, raised her arms, allowing Michael to remove her gown completely.

Now she was left in just a bra and panties, which had slid down to her knees.

"Smack, smack, smack..." Michael’s thrusts were powerful, as if trying to separate her from his body, but Betty, enamored with his strong physique, stood firm.

Her face flushed, sweat beaded on her forehead, and her bangs stuck to her skin.

It was a fierce session of lovemaking, the timing of their last encounter unknown, perhaps they had both been craving this for too long.

After removing Betty’s nightgown, Michael’s hands immediately reached for her breasts, squeezing them over her bra.

Betty’s breasts were full, and her bra was tightly fitted.

At work, Betty dressed conservatively, always careful to cover up, so despite Michael’s efforts, her bra remained in place, occasionally revealing just a hint of her areolas.

Betty, fully immersed in the pleasure, relished the sensation of Michael’s penis moving vigorously inside her, driving her desires to their peak.

With a sharp snap, Michael abruptly stopped fondling Betty’s breasts.

He gripped them tightly and squeezed the mounds together, causing her bra to break open at the front.

As Betty’s cups slid down, her breasts, unseen by me for so long, were exposed to the air, their pink nipples bouncing and drawing beautiful arcs.

Shocked by the scene, I quickly replayed the video.

To my surprise, Betty’s bra had a front closure, a design I had never seen before.

Typically, I only knew of bras with hooks at the back, as Betty often asked me to help her unhook them after our intimate moments.

It was a revelation that she had switched to this type of bra without my notice, yet Michael had expertly found and undone it without hesitation, a testament to his familiarity with her wardrobe.

This ease suggested a troubling intimacy.

Watching Michael deftly unfasten Betty’s bra, I realized there was much of the video I hadn’t seen yet.

What had led to Betty performing oral sex on Michael?

When had they crossed that line?

These were answers I hadn’t yet sought, constrained by time and focused on the immediate footage to uncover why Betty had disappeared.

The home surveillance only covered the interior, leaving me blind to her movements outside, hence my need to understand what had transpired between her and Michael before I left.

Once Michael had unclasped Betty’s bra, he gently removed it, letting it fall to the bed.

Now, Betty was completely naked except for her panties, which hung meaninglessly at her knees.

Michael, having stripped Betty, refrained from further touch, instead using his hips to continue driving his penis deeply into her, their genitals slick with their mingled fluids.

Michael then began to strip off his own clothes, revealing a muscular torso that even I, a grown man, could envy.

Slowing his thrusts but not lessening their depth, he managed to shimmy his pants and underwear down to his knees despite the awkwardness of maintaining penetration.

Once free of his underwear, he stepped out of them and also removed Betty’s panties, which had slipped down to her ankles.

Now, both were completely bare, their bodies in unobstructed contact.

"Ah... oh..." The clothes were off, and one might expect a relentless pace of thrusting to follow, but instead, Michael completely withdrew his penis from Betty, causing her to moan in a mix of emptiness and reluctance.

I couldn’t understand why, but I found myself obsessively timing the sequence of events, trying to correlate them with my own aimless wandering and drinking.

Sixteen minutes had passed since I left the room; what was I doing then?

As Michael withdrew, a thick coat of their combined lubrication clung to his penis, not semen but a creamy mixture from their prolonged friction.

Holding Betty’s waist, he shifted slightly, and Betty, with a subtle reluctance not visible to her own conscious mind, seemed eager to welcome him back inside.

The emptiness she felt was palpable, discomforting.

As they adjusted their positions, Michael’s erection remained firm and swaying, a stark contrast to his robust physique, almost disproportionate in its prominence.

Just moments ago, they had been making love by the bed, Michael standing at the edge, his back to the bed, while Betty stood enduring his thrusts without any support.

After switching positions, Betty now faced the bed, and Michael moved behind her.

Once in position, Michael wrapped his arms around Betty’s slender waist and gently lifted it, seemingly wanting her buttocks to protrude more.

Perhaps Betty was truly tired and needed a rest, or maybe she wanted to feel that fullness from Michael again.

Betty, having allowed herself to fall into this sexual escapade, naturally didn’t want to waste this rare opportunity to convince herself.

Following Michael’s lead, she willingly bent over, placing her hands on the edge of the bed, her buttocks pushed back, creating the perfect angle for doggy style.

The scene that followed held no surprises, unfolding as if scripted.

Betty leaned forward on her hands at the edge of the bed, her round, full buttocks arched back, her head slightly bowed, her hair cascading down, hiding her face.

One could guess she still harbored a trace of shyness, given such a proactive posture might still be new to her—at least, it was the first time I saw it in the video.

Was this compliance due to their perceived limited opportunities for lovemaking, or was it because of the special significance of today, allowing Betty to fully indulge herself just this once?