"Sure," Michael quickly agreed with a spark of enthusiasm, then launched into his well-prepared questions, eagerly awaiting Betty’s explanations.
His eyes were bright with curiosity, a testament to his readiness to learn.
Betty’s eyes subtly sparkled with joy and satisfaction.
As a teacher, she cherished students who were diligent and eager to ask questions; as a mother, she loved that her son was curious about knowledge.
Her heart swelled with pride, seeing him so engaged.
Had Michael’s response been "no," Betty might have felt a pang of disappointment, perhaps even suspecting that Michael had hoped for something more personal to happen between them, which would have only added to her frustration and disappointment.
After Michael finished asking his questions, Betty patiently began to answer them.
The bond between mother and son seemed to melt away any distance, and through their back-and-forth, their relationship slowly reset to its natural state.
Michael’s quick comprehension brought a smile to Betty’s face, her eyes lighting up with each correct response he gave.
Time ticked by as they delved deeper into their academic discussion, both utterly absorbed and serious.
The room was filled with a palpable sense of mutual respect and intellectual curiosity.
Once all the questions had been discussed, Michael stretched lazily, having absorbed a lot during their session, and Betty was very pleased with his performance.
Now, it was time to rest, and suddenly, the room fell silent...
"Let’s go to bed," Betty finally broke the silence after a long pause.
Michael, puzzled and a bit tense, slowly packed up his backpack, preparing to go to bed.
He was unsure if Betty would join him, which made him nervous; deep down, he hoped she would stay with him, otherwise, he wouldn’t have tried so hard to regain her approval today.
Michael quietly lay down in bed and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep, but his breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling heavily with nervous anticipation.
Betty noticed Michael’s state; honestly, he had performed very well today, even better than in previous days, which made her very relieved and happy.
She hesitated for a moment, touching her chin, then sighed softly and slowly climbed onto Michael’s bed.
Seeing this, I knew that the relief and joy from last night’s video had passed.
Looking at the takeout food arranged by the bed, which had been ordered because of the happiness from the previous night’s video, it had just been delivered to the hotel room and remained uneaten.
Now, seeing the current scene in the video, I suddenly lost the appetite I had finally found.
Betty climbed onto the bed and saw Michael lying there quietly, unsure of how to proceed.
Usually, it was Betty who lay on the bed while Michael undressed both of them; she had always been passive.
Now, was it her turn to take the initiative?
Betty placed her hand on the buttons of Michael’s pajamas but quickly withdrew it without undoing any.
She then moved her hand toward his pajama pants, but before touching them, she pulled back again, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
After retracting her hands, Betty covered her hot cheeks with her palms and took several deep breaths.
She tried a few times to initiate undressing Michael but couldn’t bring herself to do it; perhaps it was too forward for her.
"You undress yourself, I’ll be back in a bit," Betty finally said softly after a long thought, glancing at Michael who was still waiting with his eyes closed.
She quickly got off the bed and left his bedroom as if escaping.
Once the door to Michael’s room closed, he opened his eyes, filled with excitement and a hint of triumph.
His efforts today had not been in vain.
Although there might not be any new breakthroughs with Betty tonight, at least he had made up for last night’s mistake, and the rest of the evening remained uncertain—who knew what breakthroughs might occur?
Everything was still possible...
Michael quickly stripped off all his clothes, his body completely naked, his penis slightly erect from excitement.
After undressing, Michael lay back on the bed and waited.
Meanwhile, Betty returned to her own bedroom and sat on her bed, rubbing her cheeks, still feeling the warmth on her face.
Once she felt more composed, Betty approached her purse and from a secret, rarely used compartment, she pulled out an item.
Like before, she grabbed it quickly and discreetly—it was definitely a condom.
Holding the condom, Betty didn’t immediately return to Michael’s room.
Instead, she stood foolishly on the floor between their bedrooms, lost in thought, occasionally furrowing her brows or shaking her head in frustration.
Understanding Betty so well, I could guess that she was contemplating how to engage with Michael tonight, what limits to explore, and whether to fulfill Michael’s desires from the previous night by using the condom she held.
Betty was surely weighing these options, but had she decided against it or accepted the idea?
At this moment, I started to feel nervous.
Given Betty’s good mood due to Michael’s commendable behavior today, I wouldn’t be surprised if she decided to act on impulse.
After all, opportunity often comes to those who are close by, and who was I, the legitimate husband, not being home at the time, to deny them this chance, especially since they were not biologically related?
Betty pondered for a long time, seemingly unable to come to a conclusion.
She glanced at her phone and noticed much time had passed.
Would Michael start to get anxious or restless if she waited any longer?
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Deciding it was time to act, Betty put down her phone on the nightstand next to our bed, turned off the room light, and left our bedroom...
Watching the phone Betty had ’forgotten’ in our bedroom, I remembered that she hadn’t called me today to ’check in’.
Usually, Betty would call me every night, even though it often went to voicemail, but she enjoyed this daily ritual.
However, today, for some reason, she hadn’t called.
Meanwhile, Betty, having left her phone and the thoughts of calling behind, was on her way to her foster son Michael’s room...