After returning to the bedroom, Betty saw Michael blissfully sprawled out on the bed, sound asleep, probably exhausted from his climax. She stood there, her face a mix of emotions as she gazed at Michael.
Despite everything, he was the one who made her a mother for the first ti, allowing her to experience maternal love and sacrifice.
Her eyes moved from Michael's face down to his crotch. Since he was lying on his back, his pajama pants had sagged, revealing a prominent bulge.
Betty's cheeks flushed with embarrassnt. She had accidentally seen Michael's penis before, though it wasn't erect at the ti. But now, seeing this outline and after what had just happened, mories of that brief glimpse flooded back.
Thinking of Michael's penis, Betty's breathing beca slightly more rapid. Everyone knows that the size of a man's penis can significantly influence the pleasure it provides a woman, so Betty couldn't help but feel a stir of excitent.
Betty stood frozen on the floor for a long ti, then shook her head in frustration. Her heart was still in turmoil. She tiptoed back to bed, lying on her side facing away from Michael, though she kept a deliberate distance between them. The psychological trauma Michael had caused her that night would take ti to heal.
Seeing Betty quietly lying there, breathing unevenly, it was clear she was unable to sleep or calm her mind.
Watching the video, I couldn't help but feel that Betty was being too indulgent and lenient with Michael. Perhaps as a mother, she was surprised by her own reactions and wanted to preserve their relationship and Michael's self-esteem.
But now, she was also guiding Michael wrongly, facing a difficult choice while also feeling remorseful about her own arousal.
I kept fast-forwarding the video. Michael slept deeply and comfortably, while Betty spent a sleepless night.
The next morning, Betty got up even earlier than usual, her mind heavy as she prepared breakfast. Every ti she glanced at our wedding photo on the wall, she would avert her eyes, perhaps to lessen her guilt.
"Morning, Mom..." Michael greeted her casually, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Michael, still groggy, ca out of his bedroom and greeted Betty, who was busy in the kitchen.
"Yeah, go freshen up..." Betty, her thoughts disrupted by Michael, responded without looking at him, perhaps afraid her eyes would betray her feelings.
After Michael went to the bathroom, Betty breathed a sigh of relief, then rubbed her beautiful cheeks and took several deep breaths to stabilize her emotions. After Michael returned, they ate breakfast together.
Michael, still a child, chatted away, while Betty responded sporadically, avoiding eye contact and trying to act normal to maintain their mother-son relationship.
Michael, still naive in reading subtle cues, was confident in his stealth and didn't notice anything unusual about Betty.
After breakfast, Michael and Betty left the house to go to school.
Watching the video of that night, I knew things wouldn't remain calm. My worst fears might have already co true, especially if Betty continued to compromise so "weakly" with Michael.
I wanted to fast-forward through the footage to see what the coming night would bring, but I hesitated, unsure if Betty would still share a bed with Michael tonight.
Normally, after discovering Michael's harassnt, Betty should have kept her distance. However, just last night, she had agreed to sleep with him, and a sudden change of heart would surely tip Michael off that she had discovered sothing.
What's done is done, and watching this video is just revisiting the past. Not watching it won't change or salvage anything. I rubbed my face, trying to relax my emotions, then set the ti to the evening after school...
Michael and Betty returned ho, Michael to his howork in the bedroom, and Betty to preparing dinner, her mood sowhat down, perhaps still adjusting or due to a restless night.
Betty's face occasionally showed her dilemma, clearly torn about the upcoming night and whether to continue sharing a bed with Michael.
After dinner, Michael returned to his bedroom to continue his howork, while Betty retreated to her own bedroom. Normally, Betty would have joined him to help with his howork, but tonight, after dinner, she went straight to her room.
Michael seed restless, his guilt making him overthink. Unable to focus on his howork, he stealthily opened his bedroom door and tiptoed towards Betty's bedroom to see what she was up to.
By the ti Michael reached her bedroom door, Betty had already changed into a conservative nightgown. He was too late to catch the potentially more revealing scene of her changing.
Michael stood at the door, which was slightly ajar, and peeked through the crack, feeling a bit guilty as he watched Betty tidy up her nightgown. He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Betty had just co back to change clothes, and his worries were unfounded.
Michael was about to sneak back to his room when he noticed Betty pulling out a strip of pills from her bag. After examining it for a mont, she popped out a pill and swallowed it.
Just as Betty was about to put the pills back in her bag, she hesitated, then took them out again, deep in thought. Soon, she retrieved another dication from the cabinet. It was a bottle of hormonal balance dication she used to take for her endocrine system, which she hadn't needed for a while since her health had been good.
Betty opened the bottle, dumped the remaining pills into the trash, and then filled it with the new pills she had extracted from the strips. After securing the bottle back in the cabinet, she took the remaining strips with her.
"Thud..." Just as Betty was hesitating with the dicine box in hand, Michael, standing too close to the door, accidentally bumped his head against it, causing a dull sound. This noise startled Betty, who turned around and caught sight of Michael. Realizing he had been caught, Michael pushed the door open.
"Mom, there's a problem I can't figure out..." Michael tried to act normal as he opened the door, pretending he had just co to ask for help with his howork. It seed Betty hadn't noticed anything unusual.
At this mont, she was sowhat flustered and quickly tossed the pill strip into the trash can beside her bed, her panic clearly written all over her face given the suddenness of the situation.
"Oh, okay, I just finished changing. I'll co with you now..." Betty said, quickly regaining her composure after a mont of panic.
Michael turned and headed back to his bedroom. When he left Betty's room and returned to his own, both mother and son, as if by so unspoken agreent, patted their chests in relief, both clearly shaken by the incident.
Michael, recalling Betty's expressions and actions, grew increasingly puzzled. Her panic and the way she threw away the dicine box were so conspicuous, clearly hiding sothing from him.
As Michael sat at his desk pondering, Betty, having composed herself, ca into Michael's bedroom.
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