After changing into her nightgown, Betty climbed into bed to sleep. Back when it was just Betty and me at home, she never had the habit of locking her bedroom door at night.
Even now, with Michael in the house, Betty didn't see any reason to start locking her door. In her eyes, Michael was just a kid, and locking her door as if she didn't trust her own son would just be silly and potentially hurtful.
Meanwhile, Michael was still up, glued to his phone. Through the clear footage from the security camera, I could see that he was reading something on his device. Whether it was a regular novel or something more adult, I couldn't tell.
But soon, it became apparent from the way his pajama pants began to tent that he wasn't reading anything wholesome. I had to chuckle to myself; after all, hadn't I sneaked peeks at adult magazines at his age? Compared to that, reading a spicy story seemed pretty tame.
Michael, perhaps feeling a bit stirred up by his reading, slid a hand under his pajamas and began to touch himself. As he manipulated his erection through the fabric, its outline became increasingly visible.
I couldn't know the exact size, but it seemed significantly larger than mine, which was about 5 inches. Michael's looked to be at least 7 inches, if not more.
After a while, Michael seemed unsatisfied with just touching himself over his pajamas and slipped his hand inside his pants. It was the first time I had seen Michael masturbate. At his age, I was already well-versed in the art of self-pleasure, a common practice among boys before they start having real sexual encounters.
So, Michael's actions were nothing out of the ordinary in the grand scheme of male development, but I couldn't help but worry a bit.
After a few moments, Michael seemed to grow restless. He slowly turned his head towards the door. The house was quiet, just him and Betty under the same roof. Despite their familial relationship, the basic male and female dynamics could potentially complicate things.
Given Betty's attractiveness and figure, any young man in the throes of puberty might find it hard to resist temptation.
Michael put down his phone and slowly got out of bed. His movements were sluggish as he opened his door and stepped out into the hallway. My heart raced—was he actually going to sneak into Betty's room? What if he saw her in her scant nightgown and couldn't control his urges?
I imagined a scenario where Michael, driven by desire, would pounce on Betty like a wolf on its prey. It wasn't entirely far-fetched, given that Betty had left her door not just unlocked but slightly ajar to hear any sounds from Michael's room.
But my fears were unfounded. Michael paused at the darkened living room, devoid of any light, indicating that Betty was already asleep. Disheartened without Betty's presence, and with me away on a business trip, Michael seemed lost. This could have been a perfect opportunity for him, but instead, he trudged back to his room.
He lay back down on his bed, not bothering with his phone anymore. Instead, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his eyes wide open as he pondered over his thoughts.
Suddenly, Michael seemed to have an idea. His eyes widened in an instant, and he sat up excitedly. He grabbed the water cup from the nightstand and carefully poured some water onto his hand, making sure not to spill any on the floor. After wetting his hand, he flicked the water onto his face.
"What's he up to?" I wondered, completely baffled by his actions. I had to keep watching to figure it out. Michael dampened his face, then lay back down on the bed, taking several deep breaths as if gathering strength.
With a familiar shout, the silence of the room was shattered, and Michael pretended to wake up, sitting up in bed and panting heavily. That scream immediately woke Betty, who had been deeply asleep.
Lately, due to taking care of Michael, Betty had become highly sensitive to his cries. Accustomed to these situations, Betty reflexively jumped out of bed and hurried to Michael's room, seemingly forgetting that her nightwear was quite revealing and sexy.
At that moment, all she thought about was her concern for Michael.
Betty was successfully "tricked" into Michael's room. She opened his door and, without turning on the light, quickly embraced him, continuously patting his head to comfort him.
Michael was "sweating profusely," but this didn't raise any suspicion from Betty. The initially "startled" Michael gradually calmed down in Betty's arms and slowly "fell asleep."
As Betty became more alert, her face showed a mix of heartache and worry. Only after Michael had fallen back into a peaceful "sleep" did Betty gently lay him back on the pillow.
It was then that Betty realized what she was wearing. Her cheeks flushed slightly, visible in the night-vision camera, but fortunately, she hadn't turned on the light, so Michael hadn't seen her attire.
Normally, Betty would have immediately gone to bed to sleep with Michael, but she hesitated as she looked down at her clothes. She gently patted Michael, then quietly turned as if to go back to her room—perhaps to sleep, or maybe to change her clothes.
But just as she turned, she found her skirt firmly grasped by the "sleeping" Michael, who even in sleep, clung tightly to Betty's skirt.
To Betty, this was a sign of a child's attachment to her, the only source of security for this "hurt" child.
Watching this, I couldn't help but admire Michael's cunning in manipulating Betty so completely. This little rascal was using Betty's love to deceive her.
Already a bit paranoid, I began to feel a hint of animosity towards Michael for the first time. I also realized how dangerous it was to have such a scheming child around. For the first time, I felt like I had unwittingly let the wolf into the house.