"Mom, can I go inside, please?" Michael persisted, taking advantage of Betty’s current state of confusion.
Betty moaned and shook her head, still aware of her boundaries despite her disorientation.
A flicker of disappointment crossed Michael’s eyes as he abandoned his focus on Betty’s ear and moved his head down to her groin, attacking her with his mouth and tongue.
This time, Michael included Betty’s anus in his ministrations.
"Ah..." Betty let out a higher moan when Michael’s tongue reached her anus, her legs instinctively trying to close but Michael kept them apart, alternating his attention between her vagina and anus.
"Mom, can I go inside now, please?" Michael pleaded again after about a minute, but his renewed efforts only met with another head shake from Betty.
Seeing Betty’s firm refusal, Michael finally gave up, his hopes dashed.
He reluctantly moved away from her groin and lay down beside her, sighing heavily in disappointment.
Betty was still breathing heavily, trying to calm the physical and emotional turmoil the stimulation had caused.
Unlike Betty, who seemed somewhat relieved by Michael’s oral efforts, Michael was left frustrated and unsatisfied.
After about five minutes, Betty noticed Michael had given up on her body and was lying next to her, sighing with his back turned.
A flicker of guilt passed through Betty’s eyes, though it was unclear whether it was for herself or for Michael.
New novel 𝓬hapters are published on freёwebnoѵel.com.
Betty sat up, her breasts, which had been flattened by lying down, now perked up and gently swayed as she moved.
She reached out to touch Michael’s shoulder, but he was still upset and shrugged her hand off.
From my vantage point at the computer, the scene looked like a couple in the midst of a silent argument.
A faint smile flickered in Betty’s eyes, a rare emotion during her intimate moments with Michael. Usually, her expressions ranged from guilt to sadness, but this fleeting smile was new. Could it be that she was beginning to adapt to Michael’s closeness and his bold advances?
Betty didn’t back down; she placed her hand on Michael’s shoulder again. This time, he didn’t dodge but allowed Betty to shift him from his side to lying on his back.
Though the passion had subsided, Michael’s erection remained firm and defiant, proudly facing Betty.
Betty’s gaze at Michael’s erection was complex, and within that complexity, I discerned a subtle longing. Indeed, it’s natural for a woman to feel desire upon seeing such a potent symbol of male virility, capable of delivering immense pleasure.
Michael still lay there, his eyes averted from Betty, his mouth slightly twisted with the residue of her arousal, displaying his dissatisfaction. His expression was somewhat childish, revealing his youth.
Betty couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and helplessness at his expression. She reached under the pillow and pulled out something she had hidden earlier. This time, she didn’t hide it, and I could clearly see it was a condom.
I wondered when Betty had bought it…
Seeing the condom, I was certain Betty had bought it recently, as we had never used one before. We had always wanted children, and since Betty had never gotten pregnant, why would we use condoms?
She must have bought it during a break at work today, considering adult stores are commonplace on the streets and condoms are readily available in supermarkets. However, given Michael’s size, a standard condom from the supermarket wouldn’t suffice, so I was sure Betty must have visited an adult store if the condom fit him.
I could vividly imagine the scene: Betty wandering aimlessly down the street during her lunch break, scouting for an adult store. Upon finding one, she’d linger nearby, psyching herself up to enter without embarrassment. Even inside, she’d awkwardly request what she needed.
After all, it’s unusual for a woman to buy adult products openly, and the shop owner’s subtly surprised look would make Betty feel out of place, as it’s typically men who shop for these items.
Betty’s decision to shed her inhibitions and buy the condom—was it for Michael, for me, or for herself? Was it to ensure Michael’s healthy development during his adolescence, to keep my honor slightly intact since a thin layer of latex meant no direct contact, or to prevent her own pregnancy, which could expose everything if it happened?
If Betty did end up pregnant, would she risk me finding out by terminating it, or would she claim it was mine and keep it? Suddenly, I was curious about what she would choose.
By taking out the condom, Betty was preparing for Michael to penetrate her. Even with the barrier of a condom, penetration is still penetration.
Does using a condom mean it’s not really sex? Seeing Betty with the condom, I felt drained of all strength. I struggled to stay conscious, fighting off hunger, fatigue, and a relentless barrage of emotional shocks that battered my mind and body.
I kept telling myself that as a man in his thirties, I could handle anything. If necessary, I could start a new life, begin anew.
Betty slowly tore open the condom wrapper. Sitting at the computer, I wasn’t sure if she would actually use it, as we had never needed one before.
After opening the package, she took out the condom. Betty looked at it with a complex expression. She had certainly seen condoms online before, but this was her first time actually using one.
Could this be considered giving Michael his ’first time’? Michael, still sulking, let Betty do as she wished without even turning to look, unaware that she was holding a condom.
Betty held the condom in one hand and grasped Michael’s penis with the other, the second man’s member she had ever encountered besides her husband’s.
After steadying Michael’s penis, she skillfully rolled the extra-large condom onto his tip.
Surprisingly, Betty didn’t struggle; she applied the condom smoothly and quickly. Had she asked for advice at the adult store, or did she research online? That might remain a mystery, but it was no longer the focus.
Feeling something slippery, tight, and cool envelop his penis, Michael was bound to take a look. He finally turned his head and saw the transparent film sheathing his member.
Though young, Michael was no stranger to adult content and knew exactly what it was.
Curiosity, excitement, and a hint of disappointment flickered in Michael’s eyes. Few men relish using condoms, as they create a barrier between the penis and the vaginal walls, reducing the sensation of friction.
Personally, I’ve never liked using condoms, including during my encounters before marrying Betty. To me, sex with a condom isn’t quite sex. True intimacy, in my view, involves unprotected penetration and climaxing inside.
Despite the barrier of the condom, the prospect of penetrating Betty and feeling the warmth and tightness of her vagina was still appealing, certainly better than masturbation or mere friction.
After fitting the condom, Betty held Michael’s penis with both hands, which still left the tip exposed, indicating its impressive length.
She then began to stroke him up and down.
The condom’s lubrication made this experience smoother than before, preserving the natural lubrication from Michael’s tip, enhancing the slickness.
"Squish, squish, squish..." went the sounds from the condom as Betty’s movements created a sticky rhythm.