Betty wiped the corners of her eyes again, then raised one hand to find the shower switch behind her head with practiced ease.
The water stopped, and the room fell silent except for Michael's heavy breathing and the uneven gasps from his exertions.
After caressing Michael's stomach, Betty looked up at him enjoying the softness of her breasts with his eyes closed.
Her hand then moved downward, gliding over his lower abdon and through the dense, dark red pubic hair, until she slowly grasped his penis.
Although her hand trembled and retracted at first touch, she steadied and firmly held it on her second attempt, beginning to gently knead it.
Michael's breathing changed imdiately...
Betty's hands were soft and tender, and being in the shower, they were covered with droplets of water.
Although the feel of her hand was far from that of a vagina, when her warm hand enveloped Michael's penis, he instinctively began thrusting his hips back and forth.
This movent was different from before; it was faster and with greater amplitude, as if he was imagining Betty's palm as a vagina, thrusting in and out.
Betty felt Michael's thrusting and her expression grew complex—there was relief, a hint of joy, but more so sadness and guilt.
The guilt encompassed both Michael and .
Michael's thrusting didn't make Betty withdraw her hand; instead, she tried to keep it steady to facilitate his movents, turning her action into a manual stimulation where only Michael moved.
Initially, this felt pleasurable, but as ti passed, the lack of lubrication made his penis dry and painful.
After all, Betty's palm couldn't secrete the lubricating fluid like a vagina.
Sure enough, after a minute or two, Michael's movents slowed, and he grimaced, breathing heavily, clearly in discomfort, while his glans turned red from the dry friction.
Realizing what was happening as she felt the dryness in her palm, Betty understood that continuing this way was not pleasure but torture.
Feeling Michael stop, she sighed, a flicker of disappointnt crossing her eyes.
Initially, when Michael was thrusting in her palm, Betty felt a mont of relief, perhaps hoping that if Michael naively mistook her hand for a vagina and ejaculated, she could fulfill her role without compromising herself.
But now, she realized that was just wishful thinking.
Yet, Betty didn't give up hope.
She discreetly used her other hand to gather so lubrication from her own vagina, then applied it to her palm and Michael's glans.
This undoubtedly increased the lubrication, reducing the dryness on Michael's penis.
But as she was focused on this task, she didn't notice that Michael had opened his eyes and was watching her actions.
Now more lucid, at least partially, the recent thrusting had triggered so mory in him.
Initially, Michael had treated Betty almost like a stranger, his intimacy more about primal male-to-female interaction.
But now, he seed to recognize Betty, perhaps feeling that the woman before him was soone significant, soone he deeply cared about.
After preparing everything, Betty waited for Michael to resu thrusting.
She waited with her head down, but Michael remained still.
Perhaps he needed a prompt, Betty thought, and began to gently knead and stroke him again.
His foreskin rubbed against his glans and coronal ridge, but despite Betty's long efforts, Michael made no move.
Betty finally looked up, only to be taken aback by the change in Michael's gaze.
His eyes, previously clouded and confused, now shone brighter, with a spark of lucidity, though so confusion still lingered.
"Michael, do you rember ? I'm your mom... do you recognize ?" Betty, disregarding everything else, quickly released Michael's penis and cupped his face, urgently asking him.
Michael didn't respond imdiately but continued to gaze at Betty.
Although confusion lingered in his eyes, a flicker of recognition seed to erge, yet he still couldn't grasp it fully.
After a mont of eye contact, Michael lowered his gaze to Betty's breasts, then down to her abdon, and further to her pubic area covered with hair, and finally to her slender legs and perfectly rounded, pale feet.
Everything was so familiar to him...
Michael scanned Betty's naked body up and down, and although Betty felt a hint of shyness, she had been seen by Michael many tis before, so she managed to suppress it.
Her greater feeling was anticipation, hoping that Michael could return to his normal self...
Suddenly, Betty exclaid in surprise as Michael, after a mont of contemplation, pulled her tightly into his arms and held her close.
Betty's chin rested on Michael's shoulder, and his on hers, as Michael enveloped her tightly in his arms, his cheeks rubbing against her shoulder and hair in the most affectionate manner.
Betty wasn't sure to what extent Michael had recovered, but she knew what this behavior ant.
Perhaps in the past, if Michael had spoken words of affection, Betty might have thought he was just spouting nonsense.
What does a child know about love, even if Betty really was his "first love"?
There's a saying: first loves don't truly understand love.
So, originally, Betty viewed Michael's unrealistic ideas as re child's play and wishful thinking.
But now, Michael's departure from ho, his return in a traumatized state, and his current deep embrace and affection were undeniably genuine.
Feeling all this, Betty was deeply moved, yet also troubled.
She was comforted that Michael truly loved her, a love that transcended the typical mother-son relationship.
Any mother would be pleased to receive more love from her son, but Betty was also distressed because Michael's love had transford in nature.
She was a married woman; she couldn't marry her own son.
If she allowed this to continue, it would only harm him for life.
For any mother, this was a difficult dilemma to face.
Betty let Michael hold her as he began to caress her smooth back.
As they stood there, the water droplets on their bodies slowly slid down, reflecting the light above and making their bodies appear translucent.
The mother and son stood naked, embracing each other.
As Michael's caresses continued, his breathing grew more rapid, his breath stirring Betty's hair by her ear.
Feeling Michael's hot breath, Betty's eyes grew more dazed, her feelings of guilt and affection for Michael slowly transforming.
The fact that Betty had earlier used her own vaginal fluid to aid the lubrication of her hand indicated that she had already been aroused during the process.
Despite her previous rejections and resistance to Michael's penetrations, the pleasure and delight of those monts had deeply embedded themselves in Betty's mind.
The robust size, iron-like hardness, enduring thrusts, and substantial ejaculate were all experiences Betty had never encountered before.
n show their desire openly, but won's feelings are often hidden, their body's reactions being the most truthful indicators.
Recalling the night Michael first forcefully penetrated and ejaculated inside her, Betty's body had reacted intensely, her firm mind sotis unable to control her sensitive body.
With another exclamation from Betty, Michael suddenly leaned forward, pushing her body until her back was pressed against the smooth wall.
Before her back touched the wall, Michael's hands cushioned the impact, preventing any harm to Betty.
As Betty stepped back, though it was a short distance, her legs moved apart just as Michael's erect penis perfectly positioned itself between her thighs.
Instinctively, Betty tried to close her legs, but found them trapping Michael's hot shaft instead.
With a soft moan, feeling the heat at the root of her thighs and the touch of his shaft against her itching labia, Betty let out a sticky, enticing murmur.
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