Betty looked helplessly at Michael’s penis, then glanced up at him.
Michael met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of urgency and desire.
Betty almost cried, overwhelmed by how a simple promise had put her in such a difficult position.
The tension between them had eased somewhat after their recent ordeal.
Betty, seeing Michael’s fixation on her nudity, no longer felt the initial shame.
"Mom, try using that..." Michael finally spoke, breaking the tense silence.
Normally, such a sudden suggestion would startle Betty, but this time she remained calm and steady.
She turned to Michael with a puzzled look, not understanding his hint.
Michael, seeing her confusion, gently pointed towards Betty’s chest.
Following his gesture, Betty looked down and saw her breasts obstructing her view, instantly grasping his meaning.
We had tried breast sex before.
Although it’s a unique experience, it never particularly interested me as I don’t have a fetish for breasts; I find vaginal sex more satisfying.
We stopped after trying it once, but preferences vary widely.
Understanding Michael’s suggestion, Betty shook her head firmly and quickly, her long hair swaying with the motion.
The idea of performing breast sex with her son was something she couldn’t bring herself to do, especially not in her current state of mind.
Seeing her refusal, Michael looked disheartened.
Normally, he might have pressed her about breaking her promise since breast sex doesn’t involve penetration, but he was perceptive enough to see that Betty was in no mood for further demands.
His gaze then shifted to Betty’s lips.
He almost spoke, but the words were swallowed back.
I noticed this, even if Betty didn’t.
It seemed Michael was considering asking Betty to perform oral sex to relieve him.
But given their newly ambiguous relationship, and her refusal of breast sex, it was unlikely she would agree to more.
"Mom, let’s just stop. . .
" Michael finally conceded, his voice tinged with reluctance.
He was visibly frustrated, caught in an uncomfortable state of unfulfilled arousal.
As he moved to cover himself with a blanket, Betty stopped him.
Michael froze, and so did I, wondering if Betty had reconsidered.
Then, slowly adjusting her position, Betty spread her legs and straddled Michael, turning her back to him.
Was this a sign of compromise and descent?
Betty had positioned herself in the classic woman-on-top posture, seemingly surrendering to the situation.
Michael was visibly excited, while I, watching from behind the computer screen, felt a pang of sadness.
I dreaded imagining what might happen next.
If Betty were to lower herself onto Michael’s penis in a woman-on-top position, would I lose my mind?
Betty climbed onto Michael’s lap, carefully keeping her legs and hips from touching him too much.
Once positioned, her back faced Michael directly, showcasing her slender waist and voluptuously rounded buttocks.
Due to her straddling position, her legs were forced apart, revealing the delicate pink of her anus and the moderately thick pink labia beneath, framed by a light dusting of pubic hair.
This position was incredibly provocative.
Under the clear light, Betty’s enticing posture caused Michael’s penis to twitch and regain its full, erect length.
Initially limp against his stomach, it now sprang up, striking against Betty’s buttocks before sliding down into the crevice of her buttocks, mere inches from her anus.
Betty, with her back to Michael, was acutely aware that she was exposing her most private and sensitive areas to him.
Her face flushed a deep red, a sign of her intense embarrassment and confusion.
When Michael’s penis slapped against her buttocks, her body shuddered.
When the tip finally nestled in the crevice of her buttocks, she felt its heat intensely.
She knew exactly what that heat was and, by now, her desire was as intense as Michael’s, perhaps even more so.
After all, Michael had some relief earlier, while Betty had endured without any relief.
Now, it was uncertain whether Betty would momentarily lose herself and succumb.
Without a word, Betty knelt on Michael’s lap, and he waited eagerly.
Everything now depended on Betty’s actions; Michael could only passively wait.
He hoped she would soon envelop his penis with her vagina.
After calming herself for a moment, Betty slowly lifted her hips and shifted them backward towards Michael’s face.
The tip of his penis, initially resting at the base of her spine, moved with her shifting buttocks.
As it reached her anus, both Michael and Betty trembled.
Betty felt the tip touch her anus, while Michael saw it brush past.
Now, with her back to him, Michael could unabashedly watch everything unfold before his eyes.
His penis secreted a copious amount of fluid, marking a glistening trail from her spine down to her anus.
The trail didn’t stop there but continued forward, a shiny record of their intimate contact...
Had Betty made her decision?
Was this a descent into something deeper?
Had passion overcome her reason, surpassing even her love for her husband?
Thinking about how recently Michael had entered our home, I struggled to control myself, feeling on the brink of madness, a sense of despair rising from within.
I wanted to close my eyes, not wanting to witness the moment Betty actively engaged Michael’s penis, but a voice inside me insisted I watch, to see my wife’s complete betrayal...
Eventually, Michael’s tip reached the entrance of Betty’s vagina.
Betty’s cheeks were puffed, a clear sign of her internal struggle and excitement, yet she resisted.
With a soft sound, as Betty lowered herself, I couldn’t face watching the penetration and closed my eyes.
However, the sounds of flesh rubbing and impacting came through my headphones.
Soon after, distinct moans from both a man and a woman filled my ears.
Then it quieted down.
There wasn’t the frantic pounding I had anticipated, just their rapid breathing.
Were they silently savoring the pleasure of penetration?
Facing reality was inevitable.
I steeled myself against the turmoil inside and opened my eyes.
My gaze shifted to the screen, and I kept telling myself to be strong.
I only glanced briefly, but my eyes widened in shock and a trace of surprise.
Because I saw it, there was no insertion, only Betty’s buttocks sitting atop Michael’s hips, with Michael’s penis flattened beneath her weight, its tip pointing straight down towards his feet.
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Betty’s labia enveloped Michael’s shaft, with his egg-sized glans covering part of Betty’s pubic hair.
Shortly after I opened my eyes, Betty began to move, not thrusting, but rather wriggling and rubbing back and forth while seated on Michael’s lap.
Betty’s labia continued to wrap around Michael’s shaft, with her urethral opening constantly striking Michael’s coronal ridge.
Occasionally, Betty’s movements grew more intense, causing her labia to slide over Michael’s glans.
At those moments, Betty’s labia seemed like a rolled-up handkerchief, continuously wiping over Michael’s thick penis.
What exactly had happened when I had my eyes closed?