Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

As the seconds ticked by, Michael seemed to deliberately prolong his time in the bathroom, meticulously cleansing every inch of his body.

He seemed aware that tonight might culminate in an intimate encounter with Betty, so he was determined to wash away every trace of dirt from his body.

While showering, he kept glancing towards the door, calculating the time it would take for the drug to take effect.

His penis remained erect due to the stimulating flow of the shower, making it unclear whether any pre-ejaculate had formed at the tip.

Meanwhile, Betty was casually watching TV while applying her skincare, though her gaze occasionally drifted towards the bathroom door.

Despite her efforts to restrain herself over the past few days, images of Michael's muscular body, especially the masculine beauty of his genitals, constantly invaded her thoughts.

As time passed, Betty's cheeks flushed more deeply, but she seemed unaware of it, continuing to watch TV even as her breathing became uneven.

With a click, the bathroom door opened, and Michael emerged, his upper body bare, revealing more than usual.

His penis, still in a state of arousal, was outlined clearly against his pajama pants, more pronounced than in previous days.

Betty's nervousness spiked at the sight, quickly shifting her gaze back to the TV, her breathing quickening, a hint of panic in her eyes.

This panic was because Michael, towel in hand, was wiping his hair as he approached her.

Seeing Michael in such a sexy state, how could she not be nervous?

Moreover, her body was undergoing changes she was unaware of.

"Mom, do you have an extra towel? I accidentally dropped mine in the water, and it got my pajamas wet too..."

Michael stood beside Betty, not obstructing her view of the TV, his tone apologetic and slightly embarrassed as he asked to borrow a towel, explaining why he was shirtless.

"Such pretense..." I muttered to myself, having seen clearly in the bathroom that he had intentionally soaked his pajamas and towel.

It dawned on me that the drug Betty smelled was not a sedative but an aphrodisiac.

If it were a sedative, she would have passed out by now.

"Sure, here you go. I'll wash your clothes and towel..."

Betty handed Michael a towel, then headed towards the bathroom as if trying to escape something.

Michael stood beside her, his groin at her eye level, and she could clearly see the shape of his penis from the corner of her eye.

Fearing she might lose control, she was desperate not to look.

"No need, I've already washed them..."

Michael said, drying off with the towel that carried Betty's scent, seemingly not giving her a chance to escape.

"Oh... you washed them... that's good... I'm tired, I'm going to sleep now..."

Hearing Michael's words, Betty, who had just sat down, got up again, her gaze lingering on the TV as she brushed past Michael and headed to the bedroom, her face flushed.

"Mom, you don't seem well today, are you feeling alright?"

Michael called after her, his tone concerned, but his sensitive words made Betty stiffen.

"It's nothing, just been a bit tired these days..."

Betty responded without turning around, her steps unhesitating.

After entering her bedroom, Betty closed the door and leaned against it, her hand clutching her ample chest as she gasped for air, her legs trembling slightly, tightly pressed together as if holding something back.

Michael sat on the sofa, drying off with a towel while his eyes stayed fixed on Betty's closed bedroom door.

He was visibly tense, especially since Betty had uncharacteristically left her door unlocked.

He wondered if the drug had taken effect and was calculating his next move.

Betty wasn't intentionally leaving her door unlocked; she was simply leaning against it, trying to calm her overwhelming emotions.

After resting for a moment, Betty seemed unsteady on her feet.

Her legs trembled as she staggered toward her bed, finally collapsing onto it with a hand clutching her chest.

In her dazed state, she had forgotten to lock her door.

In the living room, Michael heard a soft thud.

Although faint, it was enough to tell him that Betty had lain down, and the sound suggested that the drug was working.

Most importantly, she hadn't locked her door.

Quickly drying off, Michael stretched lazily, preparing to walk towards Betty's room.

However, he hesitated, considering all possibilities.

He worried that Betty might have forgotten to lock the door due to her dazed state and feared other complications.

He cared too much about Betty to take any risks, even slight ones.

After a long internal struggle, he turned off the living room lights, cast a longing glance at Betty's door, and headed to his own bedroom.

Back in his room, Betty, who was lying in her bedroom, heard the sound of the lights being turned off and Michael's footsteps.

Only then did she realize she hadn't locked her door.

She weakly sat up, intending to lock it, but hesitated since Michael had already gone to sleep.

This indicated that he had no intentions of violating her.

After pondering for a moment, she lay back down.

Over the past few days, Michael had behaved impeccably, which had lowered her guard significantly.

Lying in bed, her breathing became more rapid.

To avoid making too much noise, she parted her full, sensual lips.

"Ha... Ha... Ha..."

Her breaths were fragrant as they escaped her lips, and her hands alternated pressing down on her ample breasts, trying to minimize their heaving.

Betty had no doubts about her own desires; she knew them all too well.

Each night, she couldn't help but masturbate, fantasizing about Michael's body, spurred on by his unintentional flirtations.

Her desire was uncontrollable, but her rationality and responsibility towards their relationship kept her from crossing that line.

Another reason was Michael's behavior; he had shown no ambiguous intentions and had always treated her respectfully, almost as if she truly was a mother figure to him.

Perhaps in her heart, she believed Michael had matured, no longer the boy he once was.

If she made a move and he rejected her, how would she face herself?

Many reasons held her back.

If Michael had boldly confessed, what would she have chosen?

To embrace him or flee to a friend's house until I returned from my business trip?

Betty would choose the latter, valuing their current relationship too much to risk it again.

Meanwhile, Michael, back in his room, turned on his laptop.

He seemed unsure about the drugs, uncertain if he had ever used them before or how effective they might be.

This uncertainty was why he hadn't taken a risk earlier.

In the past few days, he had hoped Betty would leave her door unlocked, but now that she had, he hesitated.

Torn, Michael opened his surveillance system, and the image of the master bedroom, just a short distance away, appeared on his computer screen...