Michael crept up behind Betty, closing the distance to less than eight inches.
This was the gap between his torso and her body, but an additional element was present—Michael’s erect penis.
Although their bodies weren’t touching, his eight-inch length meant that the tip of his penis was perilously close to Betty’s buttocks.
As Betty swayed slightly from her showering actions, it seemed her buttocks might brush against Michael’s tip at any moment.
Some of the water cascading over her body had already splashed onto Michael.
Betty, unaware, could have easily turned her head and seen Michael behind her, but she did not.
With a gasp from Betty, Michael wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hands naturally finding her breasts and beginning to gently knead them.
It was all driven by instinct.
Michael’s groin pressed against Betty’s buttocks, though his penis did not penetrate her; the angles were all wrong for such a connection while they both stood.
As he embraced her, his penis was pressed between her buttock cleavage, squashed against his scrotum, with the upper side flush against her.
"Michael, what are you doing? Let go of me... now!"
Betty, caught off guard, was startled and struggled as she turned to see it was Michael.
She tried to push him away, but his grip was tight, and her arms couldn’t reach back far enough to gain any leverage.
Even when she managed to grab his hands, the awkward angle made it hard for her to exert any force.
"Mom... make love... I love you..."
Amidst the struggle and the sound of running water, Michael’s words came out in a broken whisper.
He didn’t shout but spoke quietly, and hearing these words, Betty’s struggling body suddenly stilled.
"Michael, you..."
Betty quickly turned her head to look at him, their faces now inches apart, their eyes even closer.
Michael had spoken, which was a shock to Betty, who had been deeply upset just moments before, even preparing for the worst in treating Michael.
The words "Mom" had been long absent; "make love" was the root of their current predicament; "I love you" were words Michael had never said to Betty before.
At that moment, Betty felt a surge of joy, momentarily forgetting her predicament in light of Michael’s brief moment of lucidity.
Although unsure how long it would take for Michael to fully recover, this was a promising start.
Considering he had only been home for less than two hours and had already uttered "Mom," how could Betty not feel a mix of relief and happiness?
However, her joy was tempered by the reality of their current situation, with Michael holding her tightly and his hands gently kneading her breasts.
"Michael, Michael, can you let go of Mom, please?"
Betty whispered gently to Michael while enduring his hands fondling her breasts, a touch that stirred conflicting emotions within her.
"Mom... make love... angry... sad..."
Michael responded faintly, as if talking to Betty or perhaps just to himself.
His words were few but loaded with meaning and memories, seemingly outlining the reasons for his departure from home.
Michael’s demeanor wasn’t feigned; he was still a child at heart, fragile, not as resilient as an adult.
The emotional toll from Betty, coupled with the past week’s events, had shattered his psyche.
Betty looked at Michael, her nose twitching as she fought back tears, ultimately holding them in.
"Michael, it’s Mom... Mom was wrong... I shouldn’t have... treated you that way... Can you hear me talking?"
As Michael’s kneading grew more intense, the pressure on her chest made it hard for Betty to breathe, forcing her to adjust her breathing as she spoke.
This time, Michael didn’t respond, his only reactions being his increasingly rapid breathing and his flushed cheeks.
Seeing no response from Michael, Betty stared directly into his enraptured face, her eyes filled with hesitation and contemplation.
She seemed to be making a decision.
Suddenly, there was a flicker of clarity in Michael’s eyes, not by chance, but triggered by the stimulation of his recent ejaculation and the sight of Betty’s naked body.
Could the factor that might awaken Michael be related to the taboo of their incestuous relationship?
Perhaps it confirmed the saying: "The bell ringer must be the one to untie the bell," and Betty was that bell ringer for Michael.
Betty looked at Michael with a face full of maternal love and conflict, while Michael, eyes closed, indulged in the feel of Betty’s ample and soft breasts.
Meanwhile, Michael’s hips began to sway from side to side, his penis trapped in the crevice of Betty’s buttocks.
This friction seemed to comfort him.
Under normal circumstances, he might have already been unable to resist penetrating Betty with his hands guiding his penis, but his mental state was poor, his mind unclear, seemingly forgetting not only his past but also how to engage in sexual intercourse with a woman.
The shower continued to spray water, the flow cascading over their bodies.
The bathroom was filled with the sound of water and Michael’s heavy breathing, ending with a long sigh from Betty...
After sighing, Betty slowly turned around, unable to break free from Michael’s tight embrace.
Her breasts continuously changed shape under the gentle kneading of Michael’s hands, fueled by his arousal.
Despite her inability to escape, Betty managed to turn around smoothly.
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Michael’s penis slid out from between her buttocks, gliding over her hips, and as Betty completed her turn, it rested against her pubic hair.
Due to the angle, the tip just touched her labia, making minimal contact.
Michael, still somewhat dazed, continued to caress the front of Betty’s body.
Now face to face with her, Betty showed no signs of panic, only heartache and guilt.
She looked into Michael’s confused face, her eyes filled with turmoil.
Michael’s hands mechanically moved over Betty’s back, his erect penis pressing against her pubic hair.
Because Michael held her so tightly, Betty’s breasts were squeezed against his chest, creating a visible cleavage.
The recent fondling and the heat between her lower abdomen stirred a confused passion in Betty, but more than that, she felt pain and conflict.
She blamed herself for Michael’s current condition.
"Michael, my poor boy, do you really not remember anything? If you truly don’t remember, that might be for the best. Do you miss Mom? Do you crave Mom’s body? Even though you’re not my biological son, I’ve always treated you as if you were. For you, I would give up even my life, let alone my body. If my body can awaken your memories, then I’ll give it to you now..."
After a long struggle, tears streamed down Betty’s face as she whispered these words into Michael’s ear.
Her tears were for Michael’s current state of confusion, for her own impending moral fall, and for the betrayal unknown to her husband...
At this moment, Michael seemed truly lost, showing no reaction to Betty’s words, just mechanically stroking her back and gently thrusting his hips, venting his primal desires but forgetting even the correct way to engage.
Betty understood this, and she wrapped her arms around Michael’s, wiping her tears in a futile gesture as the shower washed them away.