Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

But then again, thinking it over, maybe it was just because Michael had just arrived, and there were many things Betty was still not used to.

Over time, she would probably get used to incidents like kisses or walking in on someone in the bathroom, and they wouldn't be awkward anymore. It would become more natural, and Betty's feelings and changes towards Michael were inevitable, as familiarity would grow over time, and her feelings for Michael would gradually warm up.

Maybe I was thinking too much and worrying too much. Realizing this, I felt a bit more at ease and reassured.

"Michael, your dad is coming back tomorrow, so you'll have to sleep by yourself, okay? Mom can't stay with you anymore..." After hanging up the phone, Betty went straight to Michael's bedroom and spoke to him before getting into bed, her face showing a hint of apology.

"Oh..." Michael knew this day would eventually come, his face unavoidably filled with disappointment.

"Sweetie, when your dad's not around, Mom will stay with you, okay?" Seeing the disappointment on Michael's face, a flicker of pity and reluctance passed through Betty's eyes, prompting her to step forward and hug him. Since Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed and Betty was standing, this position allowed Betty to embrace him, with Michael's head resting right against her chest.

As Betty hugged him, Michael's head buried into her bosom. This was the first time Betty had embraced Michael in this manner, a position that was not unusual for a mother and son.

However, Michael, not a small boy compared to the delicate Betty, seemed somewhat out of place being cradled in her arms.

With his eyes closed, Michael rested his cheek against Betty's ample bosom, quietly inhaling her scent. Although Betty tried to appear calm, the fact that a grown young man, not related by blood, was resting against her most private area made her cheeks flush slightly, despite her efforts to control her breathing.

"Thank you, Mom, for being so good to me..." Michael murmured in Betty's embrace.

"I'm your mom now and always will be. If nothing unexpected happens, you might be my only child. Who else would I dote on if not you?" Betty gently stroked Michael's hair, then slightly pushed him away from her embrace.

"Mom, can you hold me while we sleep tonight?" Michael asked with a cheeky grin as he stepped back from Betty's embrace.

"You're too old for that, aren't you? Still needing mom to hold you to sleep..." Betty chided, her cheeks tinting with a blush.

The two climbed into bed, Betty lying on her side facing Michael. Michael shifted down and buried his head in Betty's embrace, while Betty wrapped her arms around his head. Tonight was their last night together, and it seemed they didn't want to miss this chance to "bond."

From Betty's actions and words, it was clear she had gotten used to resting together with Michael, and their affection for each other had deepened.

As the room lights went off, plunging the bedroom into darkness, I could see through the night vision of the camera that Michael was nuzzling into Betty's embrace, unabashedly taking advantage of her affection.

"You little rascal, stop taking advantage of your mom," Betty chuckled, and the bedroom fell into tranquility.

After watching the last video, I shut down the computer and walked over to the large window in my office, stretching languidly. Tonight, I wasn't at home; Betty was there, sleeping beside Michael again. Why did I suddenly feel a twinge of loneliness? It was as if I had become the superfluous one in this household...

I glanced at my phone, which had died and wouldn't turn on.

I wondered if Betty had tried to call me. It was late, and I had dashed out alone; maybe Betty was worried about me. After watching those videos, I felt uneasy about Michael but still trusted Betty.

After all, Betty was an adult woman, not impulsive like a child, and she could surely manage her emotions and keep things in perspective.

Standing by the window for a while, I decided to head back to my desk. My mind had been racing with thoughts. Just as I stopped pondering and was about to turn around, I suddenly felt a chill in my pants.

Taking advantage of the empty office at midnight, I reached into my pants and was shocked to find that, somehow, I had gotten an erection, and there was a sticky fluid seeping from the tip.

"Damn, what's going on here?" I muttered to myself. Was I actually turned on by watching Michael's inappropriate behavior towards Betty?

The slight ache and the sticky pre-ejaculate were undeniable evidence. Although I didn't want to admit it, my body's reaction was telling the truth. I shook my head, unable to believe I might have a cuckold fetish.

Maybe it was because I had imagined Michael and Betty as the protagonists of a porn film while watching the videos. It had been a while since I'd been intimate with anyone, so maybe that was the reason for my reaction. Yes, that had to be it.

I didn't want to believe I had a cuckold fetish, and I tried to find other reasons to explain my arousal.

After settling back into my office chair, I decided it was time to take action tomorrow. I planned to replace the temporary and basic surveillance equipment at home with something more permanent and advanced. This was nothing new to me; I was well-versed in such technical matters due to my job.

I didn't realize when I had fallen asleep on my desk, but when I woke up, it was already past 6 AM. In a little over an hour, my colleagues would start arriving. I stretched, then went to freshen up. Since I often worked late and stayed overnight at the office, I kept toiletries there.

After washing up and having breakfast, I prepared for the day's work. After the morning meeting, I planned to head home since I had already completed my work for the day the night before.

Driving home, I opened the familiar door to my house, greeted by the usual homey scent, now mixed with another man's presence. Everything at home was in order, Betty's work items and Michael's backpack were gone, indicating they had gone about their normal day.

I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. It seemed Betty hadn't been worried at all after I left home last night; she probably hadn't even called. What if Michael had been the one to leave home last night?

Betty would probably have gone out looking for him or even called the police. I felt a twinge of jealousy, but then I reminded myself that as the man of the house, often away on business, I had faced tougher situations.

It was normal for Betty not to worry about me. Michael was just a kid, and it was indeed inappropriate for me to feel jealous over such matters.