Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 270 Michael’s patience is slowly fading Part1

"Tap, tap, tap..." Betty gently knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Michael was sleeping so deeply, exhausted, and Betty’s knocks were too soft to wake him.

After hearing no reply, Betty cautiously opened the door.

Although the bedroom light was off, the light from the living room allowed her to see the scene inside clearly.

Michael was sprawled out on the bed, sound asleep, and notably, he was completely naked.

His penis, though not erect, still formed a noticeable curve, and the dense, dark pubic hair was stark against the dim backdrop.

Betty nearly screamed at the sight but managed to cover her mouth just in time.

Earlier, Michael had gone to bed in his pajamas, but discomfort and a painful erection during his sleep prompted him to unconsciously strip off his clothes.

His pajama pants and underwear were still hanging off one of his ankles.

It took Betty a moment to recover as her eyes had been fixed on Michael’s penis in shock.

Realizing she needed to leave before potentially waking him, she quickly exited and gently closed the door.

Just before it shut, she caught one last glimpse of the glans of Michael’s penis, where a reflective gleam of pre-ejaculate was visible—a detail not lost on Betty, a knowledgeable woman.

With the door now closed, Betty let out a sigh of relief, patting her ample chest as her face flushed and her breathing quickened.

She touched her cheeks with her hands, trying to calm herself, then hurried to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Occasionally, her gaze drifted towards Michael’s bedroom door, filled with a mix of fear and concern, wondering if Michael had noticed her earlier actions, especially when she was closing the door.

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Meanwhile, Michael continued to sleep soundly, even turning over to face the door, his hand reaching down to touch his penis.

Although this might seem lewd, it’s a common sleeping position for many men.

Once dinner was ready, Betty set the table but felt awkward about waking Michael due to the earlier incident.

She hesitated but eventually decided to knock on his door firmly, trying to act as normally as possible to cover up her earlier intrusion.

"Ah... ha..." Michael was finally roused by the knocking, stretching lazily and yawning widely before he fully opened his eyes.

"Michael, it’s time for dinner, are you in there?" Betty called out, her voice not quite natural and slightly trembling, thankfully muffled by the door.

"Ah... yes, I’m here, just a moment..." Upon hearing Betty’s voice, Michael quickly sat up, turned on the bedroom light, and realized he was naked.

He hurriedly dressed and stepped out of his room.

"Let’s eat..." Betty said as she sat at the table, glancing at Michael.

Her eyes darted away unnaturally, a detail that did not escape the observant Michael.

He sensed something was off but was much better at concealing his thoughts than Betty, showing no sign of his realization.

"Ah..." Michael sat at the dining table, starting his meal with a casual air, chatting intermittently with Betty.

"Michael, you don’t need to bring lunch to me anymore..." After a while, Betty suddenly said to Michael.

"What’s wrong? Don’t tell me... my cooking doesn’t suit mom’s taste?" Michael’s face showed a hint of confusion upon hearing Betty’s words.

"It’s not that, it’s just... mom doesn’t want you to tire yourself out..." Betty’s face twisted with conflict, her words stuttering, seemingly not entirely truthful.

"Oh, I get it. Mom is worried about misunderstandings at school, right? When I brought lunch today, I noticed other teachers giving ambiguous looks. People can have such dirty thoughts..." Michael sighed as he pieced things together, speaking to Betty.

"It’s okay, mom... I don’t mind what people say. After all, gossip is inevitable, and you’ve grown up; they don’t recognize you anymore, which is normal..." Betty’s concerns were laid bare by Michael’s words.

She seemed embarrassed but still tried to comfort him, knowing Betty’s worry about school gossip.

Betty always maintained her integrity, rarely attending evening gatherings with colleagues, never drinking, and always returning home before nine.

Despite her beauty, she had never been involved in any scandals.

Now, with Michael, a young man, delivering lunch to Betty, those who knew their relationship might not think much of it, but not everyone knew Michael’s identity.

Moreover, Michael’s handsome and tall appearance didn’t help; together, they looked more like a couple of similar age rather than mother and son.

Gossip can be harmful, and continuing this way would surely trouble Betty.

After all, Betty couldn’t possibly explain to everyone at school.

"Alright then, I won’t bring lunch to mom anymore..." Michael’s face briefly showed a flicker of disappointment and sadness, whether genuine or feigned.

"Alright then, as long as you’re not too tired, you can keep bringing it. Your cooking is really delicious, I haven’t had such good food even in gourmet restaurants, and I haven’t even seen..." Seeing Michael’s reaction, a pang of guilt flashed across Betty’s face.

After all, Michael meant well, and her words had unintentionally hurt him.

Good intentions not rewarded, and Betty, being such a kind person, quickly tried to make amends, smiling at Michael.

"That’s great then, as long as mom loves it, I’ll cook for mom every day. I won’t be home for many more days, and I’ll make sure mom tries every dish I know how to make..." Michael’s mood brightened at Betty’s words, though his tone became slightly melancholic towards the end, remembering he wouldn’t be home for long.

Betty paused, a subtle look of loss crossing her eyes, but they quickly resumed eating.

Perhaps it was the topic they had just discussed, or maybe it was the recent incident, but their conversation felt a bit strained...

After dinner, Michael volunteered to clean up the room, using his usual method, subtly showing off his impressive physique to Betty, slowly breaking down her defenses with this slow-boil approach.

Though he hadn’t succeeded yet, he once again left Betty flustered and restless, her expression distant.

Like the previous night, Michael went to take a shower first.

After he entered the bathroom, Betty finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when Michael emerged, swinging his penis inside his sleep pants as he sat on the sofa, it made Betty’s breathing quicken—not because of anything but the memory of accidentally seeing Michael’s impressive penis when she got off work.

Betty then went into the bathroom.

Michael sat on the sofa, his ears perked up, eyes fixed on the bathroom door, but to his disappointment, Betty hesitated for a moment and then locked the bathroom door.

His heart sank again.

After her shower, Betty went back to her bedroom and locked her door, giving Michael no chance.

Michael returned to his bedroom like a deflated balloon, ready to go to bed, his patience slowly wearing thin.

He kept hoping, hoping that one day Betty wouldn’t lock her door, which would be a sign of trust from Betty, perhaps even a tacit approval.

But tonight, he was unsuccessful again.

Though it was only the second night, time was pressing for Michael, as I was only away on a business trip for two days.

Each day that passed was a day less.