"Close your eyes and turn your head away..." Betty said, a blush tinting her cheeks as she watched Michael’s reaction.
Michael didn’t respond verbally; he simply complied, closing his eyes and turning his head as instructed.
With Michael’s gaze averted, Betty slipped two fingers into the cleavage of her tightly squeezed breasts and quickly pulled something out.
Despite the room being lit, I couldn’t see what it was, but I noticed a shadow.
"Could it be that?" I thought to myself, deciding not to dwell on it.
If it really was that, Betty would surely reveal it soon enough.
"Let’s continue..." Betty whispered after swiftly retrieving the item from her cleavage and placing it under her pillow.
When Betty spoke, Michael opened his eyes and turned back, his face filled with confusion.
He hadn’t seen what she did, but he heard and felt her quick movements.
Seizing the moment, his desire still peaking, Michael continued with his task.
He pulled down on the straps of Betty’s bra while his lips found their way back to her breasts, kissing the same spot as before.
Why did he return to that spot?
As the straps slid off her shoulders, the bra, no longer supported, loosened under the pressure of her breasts.
The cups were pushed open by her breasts, revealing Betty’s pink areolas and nipples.
Michael then shifted his mouth from her breast to her nipple, using his chin to push down the cup further, exposing her fully.
He enveloped her nipple and areola with his mouth.
At that moment, I noticed the red mark Michael had left on Betty’s breast where he had paused earlier.
I checked the recording time to see how long he had spent leaving that mark—eleven seconds in total.
The mark was not just red but slightly bruised, showing how intensely he had sucked.
Now I understood why Michael had returned to the same spot after being interrupted by Betty; he wanted to leave his mark on her.
Unaware of all this, Betty was probably distracted by Michael’s hands working on her bra straps.
She hadn’t noticed how long his mouth had lingered on one spot.
What would Betty’s reaction be if she noticed the mark later?
Would she be angry with Michael?
After all, the mark would take days to fade.
What if I, her husband, came home during that time?
How would she explain it to me?
Surely she couldn’t say she did it to herself, despite her ample bosom allowing her such flexibility.
As Michael kissed Betty’s nipple, his hands slowly undid the remaining buttons of her nightgown.
Her nightgown fell open, revealing her entire upper body.
After unbuttoning her nightgown, Michael didn’t stop; he proceeded to remove it completely.
Throughout this, Betty bit her lip to suppress any moans, but her body movements—lifting her arms, arching her back—betrayed her rising excitement.
Eventually, Michael smoothly removed both her nightgown and bra, leaving her topless.
Betty bit down on her lip to keep from moaning, but her rapid, uneven breathing gave her away.
Her breaths were so erratic it was as if she was struggling for air.
Michael’s mouth lingered on Betty’s breasts, moving between her nipples and areolas, leaving trails of his saliva.
After thoroughly kissing her breasts, Michael moved up along Betty’s collarbone—a sensitive spot.
As he reached her neck and earlobes, Betty felt a ticklish sensation.
She instinctively raised her hands to push him away but hesitated and eventually let them fall back to her sides.
Michael kissed along Betty’s collarbone, up her neck, and then her chin, finally reaching her cheeks.
He kissed her cheeks, forehead, and the tip of her nose.
When he reached her lips, Betty shook her head slightly to avoid the kiss.
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Michael didn’t force it and temporarily ceased his attempts to kiss her mouth.
When Michael enveloped Betty’s ear with his mouth, she couldn’t hold back a moan.
She quickly covered her mouth with the back of her hand to stifle the sound.
Deep down, Betty was still restrained; she couldn’t let herself moan freely in front of Michael, partly because she didn’t want to reveal her lascivious side and partly because she didn’t want to express pleasure in front of her son, perhaps maintaining the last vestiges of dignity as a mother.
While kissing Betty’s upper body, Michael began to remove his own nightshirt, revealing a physique that belied his age—muscular and robust with a deep tan.
His strength was evident, and it made me wonder just how formidable he would look as he grew older.
With his shirt off, Michael continued to kiss Betty, pressing his muscular chest against her breasts.
Betty’s firm breasts were flattened by the pressure from Michael’s pecs, reshaping them under his touch.
Michael nibbled on Betty’s neck and face while his body moved rhythmically, his chest rubbing and pressing against her breasts, constantly reshaping the side profile of her breasts.
After Betty’s cheeks and neck were wet with Michael’s saliva, he began moving downward, past her breasts, across her stomach, and down to the edge of her pajama pants.
Instead of using his hands, Michael bit the edge of Betty’s pants and slowly pulled them down with his teeth.
As Betty felt her pajama pants being pulled down, her hands clutched the sheets tightly.
Despite their previous encounters, she still felt a sense of reservation, tormented by guilt towards her husband and the taboo of their relationship.
Without these constraints, she knew she could fully immerse herself in the sexual experience with Michael, discovering what true passion and youth felt like.
When Betty’s pubic hair became visible, Michael couldn’t continue using his teeth to pull down her pants due to the limited leverage.
He then used his hands to hook around her hips, freeing his mouth to kiss her lower abdomen and then her pubic hair, inhaling the scent of her femininity.
Michael’s hands pulled down firmly, and Betty’s pajama pants slid down, revealing her shapely hips.
When the pants reached her buttocks, they encountered resistance.
Michael didn’t force them down to avoid hurting her.
Just as Michael was about to speak, Betty hesitated briefly then gently lifted her hips.
This shy cooperation excited Michael, and with the obstruction gone, he easily pulled down her pants and underwear.
Betty’s groomed pubic hair and the barely concealed intimate area between her tightly pressed legs were now fully exposed.
The outline of her pink labia was clear to Michael, who quickened his actions in excitement.
He slid her pants over her smooth legs, leaving Betty completely naked.
Michael tossed Betty’s pants and underwear aside, sitting up to admire the flawless nude form before him.
Everything was perfect, without a single flaw.
Michael’s eyes gleamed with desire, momentarily unsure how to indulge in the enticing body before him tonight.