Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 267 Mom, do you want to take a shower? Part2

Betty slipped into her nightgown in the bedroom and cautiously emerged, avoiding lingering under Michael’s gaze for too long despite her conservative attire.

After entering the bedroom, Betty shut the door behind her, while Michael, seated on the couch, finally diverted his attention from the TV.

He watched the closed door, a slight smirk playing on his lips, sensing that Betty was almost within his grasp.

In the bathroom, Betty’s hands hesitated at the hem of her nightgown, poised to pull it off, but she paused abruptly.

In her rush, she had forgotten to lock the door.

Normally, when she was home alone, locking the door was unnecessary.

Now, with Michael back, the dynamics had changed.

Alone with a man in the house, her usual habit of not locking the bathroom door seemed suddenly imprudent.

Betty eyed the door behind her, wrestling with whether to lock it.

Leaving it unlocked could invite an unwanted intrusion from Michael, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

Yet, locking it might hurt Michael, signaling a clear distrust of him, which she feared might be too overt.

Meanwhile, Michael was acutely tuned to any sound from the bathroom, especially listening for the click of a lock.

The house fell silent, save for the murmur of the TV, as both Michael and Betty remained still, each caught in their own tense anticipation.

Finally, after a long internal debate, Betty sighed and made her decision.

She walked over and locked the bathroom door.

It was a choice of lesser evils, and she opted for the most rational and appropriate action under the circumstances.

Relieved yet rueful, I couldn’t help but shake my head.

Knowing the outcome already, what good was it to fret over these small details?

At least, it showed that Betty still had some resistance, a part of her that was reluctant.

Hearing the lock, Michael’s shoulders slumped in disappointment.

He might have anticipated this, but a part of him had held onto a sliver of hope.

Rubbing his face, he managed a wry smile and glanced at the digital clock on the wall.

It was still early, just the first day of my business trip.

"Haste makes waste," he thought, with over three weeks left, plenty of time to slowly turn up the heat on Betty, to win her over completely without forcing a confrontation.

After locking the door, Betty covered her face with her hands, feeling both guilty and heartbroken.

Betty was that kind of person, always more willing to hurt herself than others, and knowing her actions might wound Michael made her deeply upset.

After calming herself, Betty began to undress and take her shower, quietly and gently, unlike the noise Michael might make.

As the sound of water filled the bathroom, Michael’s eyes remained fixed on the door, as if he could see through it to Betty’s naked form.

After a few minutes, Michael couldn’t contain himself any longer.

He rose from the couch and tiptoed to the bathroom door, pressing his ear against it to catch any sound from inside.

Though mostly drowned out by the running water, he could occasionally hear the sounds of Betty scrubbing her body, the subtle noises made as she washed her armpits and groin.

These sounds caused a stirring in Michael, his groin slowly swelling, tenting his pants noticeably.

Michael was left to fantasize in this way until he felt it was time to return to the couch and quietly watch TV.

After her shower, Betty emerged clean and neatly dressed, ensuring her clothes covered her completely before she left the bathroom.

She headed straight to the kitchen, seemingly to avoid Michael and to keep herself busy.

Previously, Betty would shower much later, just before bed, but Michael’s earlier questioning had thrown off her routine, prompting her to shower early.

Now, it wasn’t even nine o’clock, still over two hours away from her usual bedtime.

"Mom, let me do that, you rest..." Michael rushed to the kitchen, snatching the broom and mop from Betty’s hands, then scurried back to the living room to clean, eagerly trying to impress her.

Perhaps because of the earlier locking of the door, Betty seemed embarrassed to face Michael, her cheeks tinged with guilt.

Betty stood in the kitchen, unsure whether to stay or go, as Michael bent over to sweep the floor.

With each movement, the outline of his penis and glans was faintly visible through his loose pajama pants, embarrassingly obvious.

Seeing this, I knew that although this scene unfolded on the first day, the same sequence might repeat daily until they became intimate...

Betty sat on the couch, her attention drifting from the TV as Michael busied himself around the house.

He deliberately lingered near Betty, positioning himself so she could clearly see his groin area.

The bulge in his pajama pants swayed back and forth, creating distinct contours with each movement.

Though Betty’s eyes were on the TV, she couldn’t avoid glimpsing those provocative scenes.

Her face flushed, and her breathing quickened, whether from Michael’s teasing or her own embarrassment and nervousness.

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She felt awkward and unsure whether to stay or leave.

"I’m going to bed now, you should too..." After a long internal struggle, Betty feigned a yawn and told Michael, her voice trembling slightly from nervousness as she stood and walked toward the bedroom.

Though she tried to appear calm, her tone betrayed her anxiety.

After entering her bedroom, Betty casually closed the door.

Michael paused for a moment then smiled, surprised by her sudden departure but aware of her discomfort.

He felt he had achieved his desired effect.

Betty sat on the edge of her bed, hands covering her flushed cheeks, her breathing still rapid from nervousness and the arousal that had been stirred.

This is a normal human reaction.

Some people have high sexual desires, while others are more indifferent, but the latter are in the minority.

Betty sat trying to calm herself, still not recovered from the upheaval, while Michael continued cleaning the house, though now distracted and much quicker than when Betty was around.

This contrast proved he had been putting on an act in front of Betty.

As he cleaned, Michael occasionally glanced toward Betty’s bedroom door, seemingly attentive to something.

Suddenly, I remembered that Betty had entered her bedroom without locking the door, unsure if it was forgetfulness or a deliberate choice.

In a situation where a woman locks her door every day but one day does not, it suggests two possibilities: either she forgot, or she is signaling something to the man.

Of course, there’s a slim chance she trusts the man’s character enough not to feel the need for precautions.

However, the last scenario is nearly impossible for Betty, as her wariness towards Michael, stemming from a past forced encounter, is not easily dispelled.

Which of the remaining scenarios applied to Betty?

"Click..." With another soft sound, Michael’s fantasies were shattered as the bedroom door was locked.