Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Michael swiftly locked the door from the inside, his movements betraying a sense of urgency.

He turned and hurriedly followed Betty, his robust frame quickly catching up to her.

Suddenly, he embraced her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as he inhaled the scent of her hair, his face a mask of excitement and bliss.

Betty, startled by Michael's sudden embrace, showed a flicker of panic on her face.

She turned to speak to him, but the noise around the yard's camera drowned out their voices, making it impossible to hear their exchange.

As their conversation seemed to end, Betty appeared to relent, allowing Michael to keep his arms around her as they walked into the main house.

"Don't... don't kiss me..." she murmured as they entered the living room.

Michael, the last to enter, kicked the door shut with his foot and moved in front of Betty, engulfing her face in fervent kisses.

Betty dodged while speaking, her face marked by reluctance.

It seemed she didn't want Michael to kiss her lips, especially unprepared as she was, shaking her head to avoid him.

Hearing her, Michael obediently shifted his kisses to her cheeks and other parts of her face.

His lips traveled across her cheeks, forehead, and ears.

His hands roamed over her back and hips, tightly holding her, unable to reach her breasts due to their close embrace.

Betty turned her head, meeting Michael's kisses while gently pushing him away, her expression not as thrilled as one might expect, instead marked by reluctance and furrowed brows.

"Stop... stop for a moment... I have something... to say..." Betty pushed against Michael, her words broken as his relentless kisses left her breathless.

Michael, like a starved wolf, devoured her with his kisses.

Betty, usually not as strong as Michael, found it even harder to resist him now in his aroused state, but she continued to dodge.

"Don't waste time, we're running out of it..." Michael said, pressing his body against hers, forcing her to step back slowly.

Glancing at the clock, it was now 3:01 AM, getting closer to the time Betty usually returned home from work, making Michael even more anxious.

"Listen to me..." As Betty was backed against a wall, she had no escape and raised her voice, her tone crisp in the living room, echoing slightly.

"Alright..." Michael, startled by her shout, although eager, didn't want to upset Betty and stopped all his actions, waiting for her to speak, yet still holding her tightly against the wall.

"Your dad came back..." Betty managed to say, her speech slightly labored due to Michael's tight embrace.

"I know, you texted me this morning..." Michael responded, somewhat resigned, already aware of the news.

He glanced at the wall clock and resumed kissing her face, his hand reaching between them to fondle her breast.

"No... wait... just a... moment..." Betty said, dodging as she spoke, her final words punctuated with pauses.

Michael was like a dog in heat, but the metaphorical "bitch" wasn't letting him mate.

At the brink of rage, he was ready to snap, to force compliance.

"Even though your dad didn't notice anything, I can't shake this uneasy feeling," Betty sighed, her words trailing off into worry, not answering Michael's question directly.

Before she could finish, Michael's lips crashed against hers, silencing her concerns with a bold, uninvited kiss.

Michael had finally lost his temper...

Suddenly, Betty's lips were engulfed by Michael's.

Her eyes widened in shock and panic, while Michael savored her lips with his eyes closed.

Previously, even during their intimate moments, Betty had never allowed kisses on the lips—it was a boundary she had set, perhaps to maintain some semblance of dignity in her own eyes.

Seeing Betty's shocked expression, I could tell this might have been the first time Michael had managed to kiss her on the lips.

He had tried before without success, but this time, he took her by surprise, and I was witness to this first.

"Umm... Umm..." Betty started to regain her senses and began pounding on Michael's shoulders with her small fists.

It was clear she was struggling, but her feeble punches felt more like a back massage to Michael, hardly causing him any pain.

Meanwhile, Michael's lips firmly clung to hers.

Michael's large lips easily enveloped both of Betty's, and at that moment, I could see Michael's lips while Betty's mouth seemed to disappear into his, almost as if he had swallowed her whole.

His upper lip occasionally brushed against Betty's nose, and his lower lip stretched down to her chin.

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"Zzz... Zzz... Zzz..." Betty's eyes were wide open as she struggled and hit Michael, but today, for some reason, he was not heeding her wishes, letting her struggle in vain.

Michael pinned Betty against the wall, her body twisting but unable to break free from his hold.

As time passed, perhaps due to the prolonged struggle, her energy waned, her punches grew weaker, and eventually, her fists moved from his shoulders to his back.

After dozens of hits, Betty's fists stopped, and her hands spread out, caressing Michael's back.

Seeing this final gesture, I knew she might have run out of strength, or perhaps she had given in.

Now, Betty's eyes were no longer wide open; they were closed, occasionally fluttering open slightly, her gaze becoming hazy.

Realizing her surrender, Michael's kisses softened, allowing part of Betty's lips to be visible again.

Though Betty was not initiating, she had quieted down, allowing Michael to gently draw the sweetness from her mouth.

Their lips intertwined passionately, saliva mingling between them.

Michael took the lead, slowly backing away, his hands reaching around to embrace Betty's slender waist.

Michael was no longer the boy from two years ago; he had grown much taller and more mature than Betty, who, despite being over thirty, still looked youthful.

Watching them now, they no longer resembled a mother and son but more like lovers, even a married couple.

Betty's waist was confined by Michael's arms, moving with him as he stepped back.

During this movement, Michael glanced at the clock on the wall—it was 3:22 PM.

Time was running out, especially since I had returned from my trip, and Michael knew he had to make quick decisions.

Michael kissed Betty passionately, his hands initially resting on her slender waist before climbing up to the front of her blouse, intent on undressing her.

As Betty realized Michael's intentions, her eyes darted to the clock on the wall.

With a sharp pop, she suddenly pushed Michael away.

His hands, which had been at the front of her chest ready to peel away her clothes, did not restrain her, allowing Betty to break free.

By then, Michael had already unbuttoned her outer garment, revealing her camisole and the outline of her bra underneath.

Betty's lips and the surrounding area were wet and glistening with Michael's saliva.

It seemed Michael had kissed her too fiercely at first, as her lips were slightly swollen, though not noticeably so.

After they parted, Betty seemed to regain some clarity.

She pulled out a tissue to wipe her lips, looking like she wanted to spit out the saliva in her mouth.

But after glancing at Michael, perhaps fearing to hurt his pride, she chose not to.

Betty hurried to a mirror to check her lips for any marks or residue, while Michael stood by, watching her clean up with a look of regret on his face.

Having been pushed away, he wondered when he might get another chance like this.