Michael watched Betty, her eyes closed and arms defensively crossed over her chest, a slight smile creeping across his face.
It seemed her shyness thrilled him immensely.
Even his usually stern mother couldn’t hide her bashfulness under his gaze.
That night, the formidable matriarch was conquered, delighting under his touch.
Michael didn’t move Betty’s hands away but instead began to focus on her lower body, intent on removing her pants.
Just as his fingers hooked the waistband of her sleep pants, Betty’s eyes snapped open.
She quickly forgot about shielding her chest and grabbed her pants to keep them on.
"Pants stay on..." Betty finally spoke, her voice trembling but resolute.
"Mom, didn’t you say that as long as there’s no penetration, everything else is okay? I won’t penetrate; just let me look..." Michael’s hands still lingered on the waistband of Betty’s pants, his voice calm and coaxing.
Betty froze, realizing she had indeed agreed to those terms.
A flicker of regret passed through her eyes—why hadn’t she been more careful with her words?
Once said, words are like spilled water; there’s no taking them back.
With a deep sigh, Betty relented, her hands falling away from her pants.
Seeing her capitulate again, Michael quickly pulled down both her sleep pants and underwear in one swift motion.
Betty’s pubic hair and swollen labia were now exposed.
Initially covering her breasts, Betty now had to use one hand to cover her groin, her arms shielding her most private areas.
Michael stripped her completely, pulling the pants and underwear off her legs.
Now, Betty stood entirely naked, her beautiful and sensual body fully revealed to Michael.
Just as Betty stood there, overwhelmed with shyness, she suddenly heard a click.
The room brightened instantly as Michael had turned on the light.
"Ah..." Betty yelped, quickly grabbing the blanket to cover herself.
She was frantic, not expecting Michael to expose her completely and then illuminate the room.
True, the moonlight from outside was not enough to clearly appreciate Betty’s form, and her repeated compromises had emboldened Michael.
So, taking advantage of her distraction, he had turned on the light.
For a brief moment, before Betty could cover up, Michael caught a clear view of her naked body.
Betty, now covered with the blanket, glared at Michael, her eyes filled with extreme embarrassment and a hint of anger.
Michael’s continuous pushing of her boundaries was becoming too much for her to handle.
Michael paused, then sheepishly smiled, not really afraid of Betty’s glare, just slightly embarrassed.
"Why did you turn on the light?" Betty snapped, her voice tinged with anger.
"How can I see your beautiful body without the light, Mom? Your body is so beautiful, it deserves to be fully seen..." Michael, lying at the foot of the bed, covered Betty with the blanket, and sweetly spoke while embracing her legs through the blanket.
Women often harbor a bit of vanity, and hearing Michael’s compliments, a glint of pleasure crossed Betty’s eyes, dissipating some of her anger.
"Besides, I haven’t crossed any lines you set, Mom..." Michael played his trump card again.
Betty had always taught Michael to keep his word and follow through on his promises.
Little did she expect that he would use these lessons against her, making her regret not setting more rules at that moment.
"I... I’m just... I’m upset you turned on the light without drawing the curtains..." Betty, at a loss for words after Michael’s argument, scrambled for an excuse.
Indeed, Michael hadn’t drawn the curtains before they went to bed, and now with the light on and the curtains open, they were exposed.
Hearing Betty’s words, Michael quickly ran to the window and drew the curtains, chuckling to himself.
He knew Betty was fibbing, but he rather enjoyed this little cover-up excuse.
After closing the curtains, Michael returned to Betty’s side, grinning as he tried to pull the blanket away.
However, Betty clutched the blanket tightly, refusing to let him pull it down.
Betty held the top of the blanket while Michael knelt at her feet, tugging at the bottom.
After a standoff, Michael realized Betty wasn’t going to compromise this time, no matter what he said.
Finally, instead of continuing to pull the blanket downward, Michael suddenly flipped it up, covering Betty’s face with it.
Betty, holding the top of the blanket, was caught off guard by Michael’s forceful flip, and her body from the neck down was exposed again.
Surprised by Michael’s move and feeling her body exposed, Betty frantically kicked and flailed, trying to cover her embarrassment and panic.
Michael knew it would only take a few seconds for Betty to cover herself again, so he quickly dove in, grabbing Betty’s flailing legs.
Taking advantage of her kicking, he positioned his head between her legs and planted a kiss.
"Mmmph..." Betty’s muffled moans were stifled by the blanket over her face as Michael’s lips met her labia.
"Ssshh..." Michael fervently sucked on Betty’s labia and the entrance to her vagina, catching her completely off guard with intense stimulation.
Before Michael kissed Betty’s vagina, I saw that it was already moistened.
Despite her profound discomfort and shyness, her body’s reaction was genuine; she was aroused, her vagina already secreting fluids in preparation for intercourse.
"Ah... hahaha..." Betty finally managed to pull the blanket from her face, gasping for air.
She had been suffocating a bit with her face covered, and now her pussy was being eagerly devoured by Michael.
After revealing her face, Betty quickly covered her body with the blanket again, but in her panic, she forgot about Michael between her legs.
Suddenly, she covered Michael with the blanket as well.
Michael disappeared under the blanket, which bulged conspicuously around Betty’s pelvic area.
Inside, Michael was relentlessly pursuing her lower body.
"Ah... Michael... no... stop... stop it... ah..." Michael’s oral attentions were far from gentle this time; he was voracious, unsure if Betty would consent to his actions, so he took what pleasure he could before she could push him away.
Betty frantically kicked under the blanket, which flew about wildly.
Occasionally, glimpses of Michael, buried between Betty’s legs, could be seen through the fluttering fabric.
"No... ah..." Gradually, Betty’s struggles and kicks weakened because Michael’s mouth firmly clung to her sensitive spot, and his head was tightly wedged between her legs, leaving her unable to leverage any strength.
Moreover, with her lower body covered by the blanket, her shyness diminished significantly.
Perhaps it was too pleasurable, or she was too desirous; her resistance slowly faded until it stopped altogether...
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