In the video, the mother and son were intensely mating, and as time ticked by, minute by minute, Michael’s thrusting speed remained unchanged.
After five minutes, Betty’s pelvic and thigh areas were visibly reddened from the impact of Michael’s hips.
Normally, such forceful impacts might have caused significant pain, but the pleasure of their lovemaking overshadowed any discomfort.
Now, the predominant sensation was pure delight.
The sounds of their encounter echoed continuously—slapping noises, constant moaning, fluids splashing everywhere, filling the bedroom with an air of intimacy.
"Ah..." At the seven-minute mark, Betty let out a long, high-pitched moan, more of a scream of pleasure.
Her legs, which had been spread on either side of Michael, suddenly lifted, her feet leaving the edge of the bed, her long, beautiful legs stretching out straight.
Starting from her quivering core, spasms spread throughout her body, culminating in a full-body tremor, her pink nipples trembling unseen.
Her legs raised high, her hands tightly clutching the sheets, her upper body also lifted, her hair flying back.
Betty was experiencing an intense orgasm, so fierce and satisfying after a long period of unfulfilled desires, under Michael’s robust manhood and his rapid thrusts and powerful impacts.
Michael, sensing Betty’s climax, stopped thrusting, his hands thoughtfully and tenderly holding up her raised legs.
Although he stopped moving, his hips remained tightly pressed against hers, his entire length still buried inside her, with only a deep red swollen area visible at their joined hips, enveloped by Betty’s embrace.
This action was clearly Michael’s way of ensuring that nothing interrupted Betty’s climax.
He wanted to seize this opportunity, having already broken a promise, he aimed to perform his best, to make Betty dependent on him in their lovemaking, to completely conquer her this time, as future opportunities were uncertain.
Even if he couldn’t fully conquer her now, he was determined to enjoy the moment to its fullest.
Betty’s legs, raised high, had surpassed Michael’s head.
As her climax gradually subsided, her upper body fell back onto the pillow, her hands relaxing their grip on the sheets.
Her legs, previously held high, now fell back, landing perfectly on Michael’s shoulders due to his subtle support, transitioning them into a new position with Michael supporting her legs.
With her legs now draped over his shoulders, Michael didn’t resume his thrusts immediately.
Instead, he maintained his deep penetration, his hands caressing her legs back and forth, his lips tenderly kissing the insides of her thighs.
Unfortunately, Michael miscalculated one crucial step.
He failed to understand that after a woman’s climax, there’s a brief refractory period.
During this time, it’s essential for a man to continue the stimulation to reignite her desire.
Instead, Michael spent this critical moment caressing Betty’s legs and kissing them, which was not what Betty needed right after her climax.
If she entered the refractory period, she might resist and regain her clarity.
Sure enough, while the idea was pleasant, reality turned out even more striking.
As Michael caressed and kissed Betty’s legs, she came to her senses.
Shortly after her climax, Betty opened her eyes.
The first things she saw were the glaring lights, her naked body, and her legs being held up by someone—her son, who was still indulging in kissing her legs.
Looking further down, she saw her pelvic area, where an unsightly, veiny reproductive organ, not fully covered by a condom, was inserted into her.
Her first conscious thought was that she was being violated again.
At that moment, Michael, still with his eyes closed, was lost in the pleasure of her legs.
Suddenly, Michael let out a cry as his body was propelled backward, crashing against the wall at the foot of the bed with a loud thud.
Betty’s foot, kept straight, had kicked him in a swift, sudden move that neither I nor Michael saw coming.
Just as Betty regained her senses, she quickly withdrew one leg from Michael’s shoulder.
She bent her leg to its fullest extent and then straightened it with all her strength, her foot landing solidly on Michael’s chest.
The emotional surge gave her an immense strength, and her kick sent Michael flying.
As Michael’s body flew, his penis was forcibly pulled out of Betty’s vagina.
The speed of the withdrawal was so fast that a crisp, clear sound echoed from their genitals as they separated.
After completing these actions, Betty withdrew her legs.
Michael, now leaning against the wall, appeared to be in great pain.
Normally, Betty would have rushed to him, concerned and caring, but this time, she remained utterly indifferent.
Michael leaned against the wall, groaning in pain, while Betty sat up quietly, her silence chilling.
She slowly got out of bed, dressed in her underwear and pajamas, and prepared to return to her own bedroom.
Throughout, not a trace of sympathy or pity appeared in Betty’s eyes.
This time, Michael had truly angered her, repeatedly crossing her boundaries and breaking their promises.
As Betty prepared to leave, I couldn’t help but marvel at her resolve, wondering how long she could maintain it.
Betty left Michael’s bedroom without a word, and after a long while, Michael finally recovered from the pain of her forceful kick.
He rubbed the back of his head, grimacing in pain.
He sat at the foot of the bed, stunned, as the situation had not unfolded as he had anticipated.
He was either shocked by the sudden turn of events or stunned by Betty’s kick.
After resting for a bit, Michael looked very disappointed and panicked.
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He knew he had not only failed this time but had also caused a significant problem.
He had already angered Betty the previous night, and just when things seemed to be mending, his impatience had made things worse.
Due to his emotional state, his penis, still sheathed in a condom, had softened.
The inside of the condom was filled with his semen, while the outside was coated with Betty’s vaginal secretions, the thin latex barrier keeping their fluids distinctly separate.
Michael sat there dumbly, lost in thought, while Betty did not return to her bedroom but instead went to the bathroom to thoroughly clean herself inside and out.
She washed meticulously and silently, without any expression, leaving one to wonder what she was thinking.
Perhaps she was so angry that she had reached a state of profound indifference.