Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 271 Michael’s patience is slowly fading Part2

Michael returned to his bedroom, restless and unable to sleep.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he quickly booted up his laptop to check the home's live security feed.

What he saw was Betty, deeply engaged in pleasuring herself.

On the screen, Betty had just begun her third session of the night.

She seemed to have gotten the rhythm down, her excitement palpable.

She bit into a teddy bear, no longer muffling her moans with her hand.

Both of her hands were busy exploring her body; one fingered her pussy, occasionally delving deep, while the other alternated between stroking her clit and caressing her breasts.

Tonight, Betty had seen Michael's erect penis, a sight that thrilled her immensely and added an extra layer of excitement to her masturbation.

Just yesterday, she had seen Michael's penis too, but it was partially concealed by underwear, which added a mysterious allure but also a sense of unreality.

Tonight was different; she saw it fully erect, a sight that surely made her think it had grown along with Michael, becoming more formidable...

As Betty masturbated, her hips moved rhythmically, her buttocks lifting off and pressing back against the mattress.

Michael watched this lascivious display on his laptop.

Betty, usually so dignified and wise, transformed into a vision of raw desire that was incredibly stimulating to any man.

A lady in the streets, a homemaker at home, but a vixen in the sheets—that was Betty.

As Michael watched, he stroked his penis through his pajamas, unable to masturbate openly, settling for this frustratingly indirect method of self-comfort.

With a low moan, Betty's body arched dramatically, her whole body trembling as she squirted a small stream from her pussy, climaxing intensely though the spray was minimal.

Her body slowly relaxed back onto the bed, utterly spent.

If Michael were to walk in now, Betty would be powerless to resist, likely giving in to her post-orgasmic haze.

Betty's teeth released the teddy bear, and she gasped for air, soon falling asleep in that same provocative pose, not bothering to clean up the traces of her session.

Perhaps she was just too exhausted.

This orgasm was perhaps the most intense she had ever experienced, more so than during sex.

The sight of Michael's robust penis earlier that evening likely played a crucial role in her climax.

Betty slept on, her legs still spread in an 'M' shape, her pubic hair and pussy glistening with arousal in the dim light.

After watching the video, Michael had to take off his now-damp pajamas, hanging them over a chair.

He wiped his penis with some tissues and a wet wipe.

Sitting on his bed, lost in thought, Michael replayed the surveillance footage, freezing it at the moment Betty returned home.

The scene unfolded before him, revealing her confusion, nervousness, shyness, reminiscence, obsession, and desire.

Through the screen, Michael felt he understood Betty's innermost feelings.

After watching, Michael shut his laptop and lay back in bed, closing his eyes, perhaps trying to sleep.

How could it be?

After watching the video of Betty, Michael should have been deep in thought for a long time.

How could he be so calm?

Just as I was pondering this, a slight smile suddenly appeared on Michael's lips as he lay with his eyes closed.

What was he thinking about?

Had he made some decision?

After a while, Michael's breathing became steady, and he gradually fell asleep, his lower half bare, his erect penis pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

In different rooms, these two characters, each naked in their own space, were just meters apart yet unable to come together.

Their sexual organs seemed to emit a mutual longing, ready to merge at the first opportunity.

The next day, Betty was rudely awakened by her alarm clock.

Looking at her disheveled appearance, a blush of embarrassment and a bit of shame crossed her face, almost as if she was annoyed at herself for fantasizing about Michael during her masturbation.

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But whenever her sexual desires surged, she couldn't help herself.

After preparing breakfast for Michael, Betty went off to work.

Once she left, Michael began searching around the house.

He rummaged through the bedside table, the shoe cabinet, and even sneaked into our room looking for something.

He was careful, trying to find something specific without leaving any trace.

Ultimately, he didn't find what he was looking for and had to give up.

I thought of many possibilities, but I could finally conclude that he was probably looking for the keys to all the doors in our house.

The doors to the bedrooms and the bathroom could be locked from the inside, but if you had the keys, you could open them from the outside.

Michael was likely looking for these keys, so if a situation like yesterday's arose again, he could just use the keys to open the door.

Then, he could enter Betty's room naked, taking advantage of her arousal during masturbation, and then... everything would naturally fall into place.

However, Michael's plan failed.

Honestly, I don't even know where those keys are.

Betty is very good at organizing things; sometimes I can't find something and have to ask her about it.

By noon, Michael had prepared a lavish lunch and eagerly took it to Betty.

In the evening, Betty and Michael had dinner together, their relationship growing closer, the awkwardness between them diminishing as if the ambiguity had become natural and habitual.

However, when it came time for Betty to shower and go to bed, she still made sure to lock her door, not giving Michael any chance.

But each time Betty locked the door, the conflict in her expression deepened.

On the third night, Betty locked her door as usual and masturbated in her room.

The fourth night, the same.

The fifth night, the same...

After the fifth night, the next morning after Betty went to work, Michael sat on the living room sofa, lost in thought.

He was clearly frustrated, growing more impatient with each passing day.

It had been six days.

Every day he brought meals to Betty, every day he showered her with attention, every day he tried to seduce her by flaunting his body, but Betty remained unmoved, giving him no opportunities.

Although Betty masturbated every night, proving that Michael's seduction was not entirely ineffective, Betty's rationality always stopped her from losing control.

Seeing this reassured me.

I could understand Betty being aroused; our relationship, which had taken so long to mend, kept her from crossing the line.

Michael seemed to be losing patience.

When Betty was not around, he appeared agitated and frustrated, especially after Betty locked her door again last night.

Michael returned to his bedroom and punched his mattress in frustration.

Betty's actions had deeply hurt him, and she was unaware of how dangerous it is to offend someone with a potentially unstable mind.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Michael seemed to make some decision, though he appeared hesitant.

Over the past few days, he occasionally showed signs of indecision.

Was he considering forcing himself on Betty?

Preparing to coerce her into sex?