Hidden Desires - Family Secrets

Michael sat on the bed, watching Betty's reactions intently.

On the other side of the room, an incense burner emitted a steady stream of white smoke, forming shapes that could be seen in the dimly lit living room.

The TV stand, closest to Betty's room, allowed the smoke to seep through the closed door's cracks.

Betty lay on the bed, her body gently caressing itself, murmuring softly as her legs intertwined continuously.

After enduring for a few minutes, just like the previous day, her fingers slipped inside her panties to start masturbating.

She touched herself a few times before preparing to remove her underwear.

However, before she could do so, she opened her eyes, filled with confusion and desire as she looked towards the door, realizing it was still unlocked.

A struggle flashed through her lust-filled eyes.

After a long moment, she rose from the bed, my heart tightening with hers.

Betty slowly got off the bed, not even bothering with slippers.

She approached the door, biting her lip as she stared at the lock, wrestling with her decision before quickly reaching out and securing it.

With a soft click, the door was finally locked.

After locking the door, Betty's body swayed, nearly falling as if she had completed a monumental task.

She sighed in relief.

Seeing Betty rise from the bed, Michael leaned closer to his laptop screen, his face filled with anticipation and excitement.

However, when Betty locked the door, his hands clenched into fists, a look of disappointment crossing his face.

Betty stood still for a moment to compose herself, then staggered back to the bed and collapsed as if all her strength had left her.

Once back on the bed, she immediately reached down and removed her panties.

Her index finger plunged into her already moist vagina.

A squelching sound echoed as her finger disappeared inside her, the air being pushed out of her vagina.

"Oh..." Betty moaned softly, quickly covering her mouth with her right hand.

The sound of rapid friction from her wetness followed, as Betty's index finger moved vigorously inside her vagina.

Over the past few days, this finger had become her makeshift sex toy, repeatedly easing her sexual urges.

After a while, feeling unsatisfied, she grabbed a small teddy bear to bite on, freeing her right hand to roam over her voluptuous body.

During this process, Betty developed a new masturbation habit: occasionally sucking her right index finger.

"Mmm..." Betty moaned deeply, imagining Michael's thick penis.

The sounds of her vagina being fingered grew louder, the wetness increasing.

Sweat covered her body, turning her skin a flushed red, even her nightgown clung to her damp skin.

As time ticked by, Betty's breathing became more rapid, her body redder, and her sweat more profuse, yet she struggled to reach climax.

In her recent masturbation sessions, Betty had always managed to climax, regardless of the intensity.

But this time, despite the long duration, she couldn't reach orgasm, her body's sexual response growing stronger instead.

At this point, I was certain that Michael had administered an aphrodisiac.

Betty's desire had been amplified by the drug.

If it were another woman, she might have lost control by now, but Betty was still holding on, though it was uncertain how much longer she could last.

In another room, Michael watched Betty masturbate on his computer screen, his eyes filled with lust and anticipation.

He removed his pants, revealing his engorged penis.

In the dark bedroom, aside from the laptop screen, another spot shone brightly: the tip of Michael's penis, glistening with pre-ejaculate.

Tonight, Betty's masturbation was far more intense than in previous days, both in technique and the variety of moans she emitted, surpassing her usual efforts.

Michael was so aroused he could barely stand it; his breathing grew rapid.

If Betty hadn't locked her door, Michael might have burst in, setting off a fiery explosion of mutual desire in the room.

As time ticked by, even though Michael had taken an antidote, the lingering smoke still affected him.

His penis was erect, blood rushing into its spongy tissue.

He grasped his shaft, trying to calm it, perhaps hoping to transfer some warmth to it.

Michael was well-built with large hands, but even they couldn't fully encompass his shaft.

After about half an hour, Betty stopped masturbating.

Her index finger slid out of her vagina, and her other hand rested by her side.

She hadn't climaxed, despite several loud moans during the session.

Her sexual desire fluctuated wildly, always teetering on the edge of climax but never reaching the peak.

Betty lay there, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

The teddy bear she had been biting on was now out of her mouth, and there were bits of fiber on her lips, evidence of her biting force.

It was expected that Betty wouldn't climax, given that her desire was chemically induced and hard to satisfy.

Her slender finger, though nimble, couldn't compare to a man's penis.

In another room, Michael, seeing that Betty hadn't climaxed, breathed a sigh of relief.

If Betty could have resolved the effects of the drug through masturbation alone, he would have had to resort to rape.

Suddenly, a whimpering sound came through the headset.

Both Michael and I perked up, zooming in on the screen to see Betty crying on the bed.

Sweat covered her face, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Why was she crying?

Was it because she missed me, her husband?

Or was it the frustration of unmet sexual needs?

Michael was just next door, yet they were worlds apart in their suffering.

Seeing Betty cry pained me, and a flicker of compassion crossed Michael's face.

He truly loved Betty and was genuinely pained to see her like this.

Perhaps he hadn't anticipated how much the sexual torment would affect her.

He sighed, finally admitting defeat.

He had underestimated Betty's willpower and hadn't expected her to resist the drug to such an extent.

Michael sighed heavily again.

He set his laptop to standby, plunging the screen into darkness.

He put on his pajama pants and took out the medicine box.

My heart tensed up again.

Was he planning to increase the dosage because the drug wasn't effective enough?

Too much of any drug, especially sexual enhancers, could be lethal.

There had been cases on TV where people overdosed on Viagra and died.

Instead of reaching for another dose of the aphrodisiac, Michael took out the bottle of antidote he had used himself.

Clutching the bottle tightly, his face twisted with conflict.

It seemed he was preparing to detoxify Betty.

Her tears had awakened his conscience, and his affection for her overcame his lust.

I couldn't help but admire Michael for his actions; at least it showed he wasn't completely devoid of morals.

Michael sighed once more and placed the box under the bed.

He turned off the room light and prepared to sneak into the living room, possibly to sprinkle the antidote on the incense or to offer it to Betty under the guise of alleviating her discomfort.

I was somewhat eager to see what excuse Michael would use to administer the antidote to Betty.

But just as Michael reached the bedroom door, his hand hadn't even touched the doorknob.

A soft yet clear unlocking sound came from the living room, startlingly distinct in the quiet night, echoing slightly.

The sudden noise startled Michael; he froze at the door, wondering if he had heard wrong...