When Michael caught a glimpse of Betty as she picked up his notebook, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment.
This time, Betty wasn’t wearing her usual conservative pajamas, nor was she in anything remotely sexy; instead, she was dressed in standard work attire, complete with a shirt and trousers.
It was clear as day that Betty was now on guard against Michael.
Loose pajamas would have made it easier for Michael to make a move, but the formal outfit she wore now would definitely slow him down, just unbuttoning it would be a hassle.
Once Betty started reviewing Michael’s notebook, she dove into it with full concentration, oblivious to Michael’s sneaky glances.
She was well-covered, leaving nothing to chance or exposure.
After going through Michael’s notebook, Betty began to examine all of his test papers from the day.
Although she taught Language Arts, her skills in both English and math were solid.
Back in her school days, Betty was a true academic achiever, so even though she wasn’t a master of all subjects, she was certainly much more knowledgeable than Michael.
Betty gave Michael a complex look.
She had finally managed to quietly get through his homework and test papers, gaining some insight into his mental and academic state over this period.
Both Betty and Michael had visibly lost weight over these past few days.
As time passed, Betty’s resentment towards Michael had somewhat faded.
Despite being a big kid, Michael’s youthful innocence was still apparent on his face.
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Up close, the worry in his eyes and his slightly gaunt cheeks stirred a flicker of pity in Betty.
During this time, Betty had been wrestling with her thoughts.
From what I observed in the videos, if I had been home then, Betty would have definitely come clean to me.
Although unsure of what to face, her expressions were clear to me.
Despite her hesitations, honesty was her overwhelming choice.
But as days turned into weeks, the advantage of honesty was slowly diminishing, and the benefit of secrecy was creeping in.
Now, as Betty looked at Michael, it was hard to tell what was going through her mind.
In the end, all Betty could do was sigh.
She didn’t know how to face Michael anymore.
Every time she thought about coming clean to me upon my return, worry and anxiety clouded her thoughts, the conflict causing her much distress.
"I’ll continue tutoring you these next few days. You need to take it seriously and catch up on everything you’ve missed," Betty finally said with a sigh, her voice tinged with resignation.
"Okay..." Michael simply responded, the easy, open conversations once shared between mother and son now replaced by a thick, invisible wall.
"Do you understand what you did wrong? Why did you do it?" Betty knew that without clearing the air, tutoring him further would be pointless.
"I don’t know why I did it, I just couldn’t help myself... I lost control," Michael replied, his face flushing slightly as he avoided Betty’s gaze, his head tilted as he struggled to find the right words.
"Tell me everything, I need to understand what happened. Tonight is your only chance to talk openly with me. If you hold back now, I won’t listen to any more excuses after tonight. Whatever we have to face when he returns, we’ll just have to face it..."
Betty, clearly unsatisfied with Michael’s vague response, pressed for a clearer explanation.
"I don’t know, Mom, I just feel like every night and morning, I wake up with this... this swelling, you know?
And my mind’s all on women’s bodies. Sometimes, when I see women on the street, I get this chill down there, and at night, when I take off my pants, it’s all sticky..."
Michael began, his eyes downcast, unable to meet Betty’s gaze, muttering almost to himself.
"I know all about what you’re saying, Michael. It’s all normal teenage stuff. Having sexual desires is normal. But why did you do this to me?" Betty cut him off, getting straight to the point, clearly not wanting to waste words with Michael.
"It’s just... Mom, you’re so sexy and beautiful, and every time I see you in your nightgown... I just can’t handle it..." Michael glanced at Betty, then stammered out his words, his shy demeanor a stark contrast to the aggressor he had been that night.
Could sexual desire really change a person so much?
"You think I’m good-looking? Sexy?" Betty was taken aback.
Had her worst fears come true?
Was it her casual attire around Michael that had sparked this?
"Yeah, Mom, in my eyes, you’re the most beautiful woman. No girl in my class, no woman out there can compare to you. "
"You’re kind, because you took me in. You’re gentle, doing the laundry, cooking, tutoring me... "
"So in my heart, Mom, you’re the most important person. I’d give my life for you, I love you, and I’ll always love only you..."
Michael, summoning courage from somewhere, looked directly at Betty and poured out his heart.
Seeing Michael like this, I knew his words were genuine, straight from the heart.
His passionate confession left Betty stunned.
You see, Betty and I had a love that didn’t need explicit words; our feelings were understood without them.
Perhaps Betty had never faced a moment like this, being confessed to by someone of the opposite sex, especially her adopted son.
"Michael, you need to understand, I’m your mom, and I always will be. When you grow up, you’ll find a woman, get married, have kids. You’re still young, you don’t realize, your thoughts are too naive," Betty said, her voice softening, a hint of tenderness in her eyes as she patiently explained to Michael.
"And... actually, Mom, when you sleep... I’ve touched you a few times secretly... almost every night... I used to control myself,
but eventually... and that night, you took birth control, I thought you knew about the night before...
but you didn’t say anything... I thought..." Michael’s voice trailed off, implying that he thought Betty’s silence and her taking birth control were signs of her consent, leading to that night’s events.
Betty, hearing this, closed her eyes in pain, realizing that while Michael was at fault, he was still a child, and she, an adult woman, had failed to notice the details and had inadvertently enabled his behavior.
When she noticed his deviations, she hadn’t corrected him in time, leading to the current situation.
If blame were to be assigned, most of it would fall on her, the mother, the guardian.
But now, regret was futile; what had happened had already occurred.