Once I was fully inside, my hips pressed tightly against Betty’s buttocks. Unlike before, I was standing at the edge of the bed while she lay on her side. Our bodies formed a sort of human cross.
Feeling the warmth and snugness inside Betty’s vagina was like a small mouth tightly sucking and enveloping my penis. Betty seemed a bit restless now, though still asleep, her hands and feet began to move slightly.
"Slap, slap, slap..." "Squish, squish, squish..." The sounds of our bodies colliding and the wet friction of our genitals filled the air as I began to thrust back and forth, continuously moving my penis in and out of Betty’s vagina.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm..." Betty started to moan in her sleep. As I made love to her, I couldn’t help but fantasize in my mind.
Betty hadn’t woken up even now as I entered her; if Michael had done the same, she probably wouldn’t have woken either. Damn, if I hadn’t come back, my delicate wife might have been deflowered by a mere boy.
Thinking about this made my penis even harder.
As I thrust, Betty’s arousal intensified, her juices flowing abundantly from her honey pot, carried out by my manhood, dripping onto her buttocks and then onto the sheets.
This lovemaking session had skipped foreplay entirely, and it seemed I was reaping the benefits of Michael’s earlier efforts. He had already gotten Betty all primed and ready, which allowed me to dive right in without any preliminaries, and still, she was producing so much lubrication.
After standing and thrusting for a while, my legs began to feel a bit numb due to my height, as I was crouching with bent knees.
I stopped thrusting, pulled out my now slick penis, and climbed onto the bed, lying behind Betty before entering her again. My hand reached for Betty’s chest, kneading her full breasts, while my lips kissed her smooth, jade-like back.
"Slap, slap, slap..." My hips continued to thrust, hitting against Betty’s plump, smooth buttocks. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, my heavy breathing, and Betty’s sticky moans. I couldn’t hold myself back; instead, I let the sounds of my thrusting and hitting reach their peak.
I hoped Michael could hear, letting him know who the real husband was, who ruled this house, and who had the right to make love to Betty. He needed to understand his place as just a kid and drop any inappropriate ideas.
"Ah..." Betty finally reached her first climax in her sleep, letting out a soft moan. If she hadn’t been drinking tonight, she probably would have woken up by now. But even with the alcohol, the climax was stimulating enough to rouse her. As I continued to thrust, I lifted my head to look at Betty’s face. After reaching her climax, her features twisted slightly, her eyebrows furrowing then smoothing out.
Gradually, Betty opened her desire-filled eyes, still groggy from sleep.
She moaned softly as she tried to make sense of her current situation, transitioning from sleep to reality.
"Ah..." When Betty seemed somewhat more alert, she realized someone was behind her, thrusting a hot penis into her honey pot, violating her.
At this moment, she might have remembered that before falling asleep, her husband hadn’t come home, and she had drunk because of his absence. If her husband wasn’t back, then who was the man behind her? That’s why Betty let out such a startled cry.
Seeing this, I couldn’t help but get more playful. I quickly laid my head back on the bed, one arm around Betty, the other hand holding her head to prevent her from turning around.
With this added thrill, I went even harder from behind, the sound of our bodies colliding becoming even sharper and louder in the room.
"Ah... Mmm..." Betty, facing away from me, couldn’t see who was behind her. She tried to struggle, but because she was drunk and in the midst of lovemaking, she couldn’t muster much strength.
At this moment, she might have thought I was Michael, so she tried to scream, but I quickly covered her mouth with my hand.
Betty struggled under my grip, her mouth covered, her body and head restrained. She wriggled against me, her hips swinging back and forth as if trying to push me out. But her movements, rather than freeing her, seemed to sync with mine, creating a rhythm in our lovemaking that neither of us could have anticipated.
As her struggles subsided, I felt something wet on my hand that was covering Betty’s mouth. Then, I noticed her body trembling.
I quickly looked over and realized, to my shock, Betty was crying. Perhaps she understood that tonight she was powerless to resist, that she had been taken advantage of by the very person she had nurtured as her own. Seeing her tear-streaked face, a pang of warmth and satisfaction flickered through me.
I had initiated this encounter partly for the thrill, but also to see how Betty would react if she believed it was her beloved son betraying her. Would she resign and enjoy, or would she be devastated? Clearly, it was the latter.
"Honey, why are you crying?" I stopped my movements and released the hand covering her mouth, lifting my head to kiss her tear-stained cheek. At my words, Betty stopped crying and looked at me incredulously, her face a picture of bewilderment and sorrow.
"When did you get back? Ah... you jerk..." Betty tried to hit me, her hands flailing ineffectively behind her, her frustration evident. Perhaps she was still angry about being toyed with, her emotions compounded by the recent deception.
"Let me go, pull that filthy thing out, you heartless jerk..." Betty’s struggles were weaker now, a sign of her conflicted feelings. Deep down, she still loved me, her anger a testament to the depth of her feelings.
"Shh... keep it down, Michael is still in the other room..." This seemed to calm her a bit. Betty stopped struggling, a flush of embarrassment crossing her face as she remembered Michael was also home. Perhaps she realized he might have heard her outburst, adding to her embarrassment.
With Betty momentarily distracted, I resumed my thrusts, my manhood moving rhythmically inside her. As time passed, Betty began to moan again, her hips subtly pushing back against me, seeking a deeper connection.
Feeling her response, I knew this moment marked a new beginning for us, a reconciliation sealed with our renewed intimacy. The bedroom filled once again with the sounds of our love, a testament to our complex, yet enduring bond.
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