At that mont, Betty's mouth was sealed by Michael's kiss. If their mouths had been apart, Betty probably would have spoken up. I had thought that Betty would struggle violently upon opening her eyes, but instead, both she and Michael were eerily quiet.
However, Betty's gaze at Michael was stern and icy, a look perhaps unique to her role as a teacher. Although Michael was deeply infatuated with Betty, he harbored a genuine fear of her sternness.
Betty didn't struggle violently; instead, she fixed Michael with that severe stare. A violent struggle could have led to an accident, potentially ruining the mother-son relationship, so this silent warning seed the best approach.
Unfortunately, it was forgotten that Michael was still a child, lacking the rationality and maturity of an adult, especially in the throes of adolescence. With the situation reaching a critical point, asking Michael to back down was nearly impossible.
Such an opportunity might never co again, and how could Michael willingly let it slip? A child devoid of reason can often be more terrifying than a mad adult.
Silently, Betty stared at Michael as his hand slowly reached under the pillow beside her head, retrieving sothing he had hidden there before going to sleep. I hadn't seen clearly what he had placed under the pillow earlier, but this ti, Michael quickly pulled out the object.
Now I saw it clearly—it was a pair of handcuffs, their dull tallic sheen glinting. Though handcuffs are typically police equipnt, various prohibited items are readily available online, so acquiring a pair wasn't surprising.
Betty seed to sense sothing amiss. Although she hadn't seen the handcuffs Michael retrieved, she knew her stern look had failed to deter him. The tip of Michael's penis was pressing insistently at the entrance of her vagina.
Given the tightness there and the size of his tip, penetration wasn't going to be easy. Moreover, Michael's focus wasn't on entering her but on how to restrain the now 'awake' Betty...
With a click, Michael swiftly clamped the handcuffs around Betty's right wrist, then quickly moved away from her lips, attempting to secure the other end of the handcuffs to a wooden post on the bed.
But Betty had already caught on to his intentions, the shiny handcuffs starkly visible in the night, cold against her wrist.
Betty didn't have ti to think further and began to struggle violently. The two didn't speak; with Michael's strength and weight, restraining Betty wasn't difficult, but at that mont, Betty erupted with a force much greater than usual, like a wild leopardess.
Michael's plan to secure the handcuffs to the bedpost was impossible to execute. With no other choice, Michael temporarily abandoned the idea and began to wrestle with Betty's wrist.
anwhile, Betty's lower body twisted violently, causing Michael's penis, which had been poised at her vaginal entrance, to suddenly lose its target.
Betty didn't utter phrases like "let go" or "you beast"; she just breathed rapidly and struggled, while Michael, using his weight and strength advantage, gradually neutralized Betty's burst of energy. It was now a test of endurance, and at that mont, Michael showed the potential of a rapist, determined not to stop until he had Betty.
"Michael, get off already, I can pretend this never happened...ugh..." After about five minutes of struggling, Betty finally ran out of energy. During this ordeal, Michael nearly got pushed off several tis by Betty.
Exhausted, Betty was drenched in sweat, making her usually pale skin look even more translucent. Panting heavily, she finally managed to speak her first words of the evening, though her voice was devoid of any emotion, likely due to her fatigue, making it sowhat hoarse.
"Mom, I don't know how to say this, but I want to give myself to you..." Michael didn't have much else to say. Despite appearing tired, his endurance, much greater than that of his peers in Singapore, thanks to his robust physique, and being a male, ant he wasn't easily matched by Betty, a frail woman.
Thus, Michael still had plenty of strength left and kept pressing down on Betty, not daring to relax.
"Do you realize what you're doing? How can you do this to your dad?" Betty, hearing Michael's words, seed very emotional and hurt, as if disappointed by Michael's actions despite her trust in him.
"I don't care, I only have eyes for you, Mom. And you're wet too, I know you want it.
And you didn't say no the other night..."
"You...how did you know?" Betty's expression, which had been sowhat calm, suddenly turned to panic.
"I saw you taking birth control pills, unless they weren't ant for ..." After Michael said this, Betty was stunned.
Seizing what he thought was a golden opportunity, Michael grabbed the other end of the handcuffs from Betty's wrist, intending to cuff her again to the bedpost. Betty realized his intention and started to struggle violently again.
Just as Michael was about to succeed, Betty's struggling caused him to miss the mark. Despite her struggles, Betty was careful not to scratch Michael with her nails, a testant to her inherent kindness and love for Michael, which made her hold back.
"Click..." Another sound of the handcuffs echoed, and Betty was stunned. Was the handcuff secured to the post? But upon closer inspection, it turned out that the handcuff was now attached to Michael's own wrist, and even more so, it was on his right wrist.
In his impatience caused by Betty's resistance, Michael had inadvertently cuffed himself, and in his haste, he attached it to the wrong wrist.
Now, Michael and Betty were face to face. If they were to be cuffed in the sa direction, Michael should have used his left wrist.
Now, with their wrists cuffed together in an awkward position, their arms were skewed between their bodies, effectively limiting Betty's space and range to struggle.
With the handcuffs binding them together, Betty's struggles were futile if there was no key to unlock them. Michael, letting Betty push against him, forcefully wedged his legs between Betty's tightly closed ones. Under the pressure of his weight, Michael's knees easily pried apart Betty's legs.
Once Michael had his legs between Betty's, he pressed his hips down, completely preventing her from closing her legs again.
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