At the end of the video, it was clear that Michael had touched Betty's vagina with his fingers, and the glistening liquid on his fingers was indeed Betty's vaginal fluid.
That area is Betty's most sensitive spot, and Michael almost woke her up while touching her, which also highlighted how responsive Betty's body was.
Michael had been kissing and caressing Betty, which had already stimulated her secretion of vaginal fluid, preparing her for intimacy.
Thinking back, it seems like it's been ages since Betty and I had been intimate. Ever since Michael arrived, we hadn't had any close moments.
Right now, I felt somewhat defeated, but this was just the beginning. Betty hadn't been fully compromised yet. If I felt this defeated now, how would I handle any more revelations in the rest of the video?
Michael had only been at my place for a short while, and so much had already happened.
I couldn't regret this; after all, who would have thought I'd run into my first love from abroad and take on her request? It must be fate.
No, I had to stop things from getting worse. I decided to watch all the videos tonight.
I adjusted the video to the next afternoon when Betty and Michael got off work. Betty's face looked off as they got home, seemingly in a bad mood, while Michael followed her, looking scared and deflated, as if something had happened.
Betty, usually heading straight to the kitchen to cook, instead sat down on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest, her ample bosom heaving with heavy thoughts. Michael, cautiously changing his shoes and clothes, kept glancing at Betty with a mix of reverence and worry.
"Michael, come here..." Just as Michael was about to head to the bedroom, Betty stopped him. Hearing her, Michael's face tightened slightly before he turned and walked towards Betty, his head bowed, appearing awkward.
"Michael, tell me, what's going on? Why have your grades dropped so much? Why were you so distracted during today's exam?" Betty sat on the couch, looking sternly at Michael, who stood in front of her fidgeting, her face showing the strictness of a teacher dealing with a student.
"I..." Michael nervously rubbed his hands, unsure of how to respond. Watching the surveillance video, I knew the whole truth, having just seen last night's footage.
The kid had stayed up late trying to take advantage of Betty, maintaining a tense state of mind, so he must have been exhausted and unfocused all day.
Plus, as a teenage boy experiencing his first encounter with a woman's body, he would undoubtedly be distracted, reminiscing about the night before during the exam.
It would be surprising if his performance hadn't dropped. But could Michael actually admit the reason? It seemed he couldn't find any excuse to give Betty, just standing there nervously.
"Man, did you have a nightmare last night that kept you up?" Betty softened her tone as she noticed Michael's anxious look, a flicker of sympathy crossing her eyes. After all, she remembered the rollercoaster Michael had just been through. Was she being too pushy?
"Yeah..." Michael, who had been brainstorming for an excuse, suddenly found a lifeline in Betty's words. It was the perfect out, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes as he looked down.
"I keep dreaming about my parents in a war zone, all bloodied up, telling me to run for my life. I try to reach them, to save them, but I can't... I can't even touch their hands..." Michael went along with Betty's lead, and as he spoke, he even managed to squeeze out a few tears.
Watching this on video, I couldn't help but admire how good of an actor Michael was. The kid was wasting a talent if he wasn't on screen.
"Ah, I've been too hard on you, I'm sorry. Mom apologizes, okay? Don't worry, I'll make it up to you. How about we start with some extra lessons today?" Betty, ever the kind-hearted woman, was easily moved by Michael's "touching" words. Her eyes reddened as she slowly stood up and pulled Michael, almost her height, into a comforting embrace.
And Michael, how could he pass up such a golden opportunity? He curled his legs slightly and leaned his head on Betty's shoulder, feeling the warmth of her chest, even though he had felt it the night before. But this closeness seemed endlessly fascinating to him.
"Can I really call you 'Mom'?" Michael murmured as he leaned on Betty's shoulder, playing the family card to bridge the gap between them. As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around her, his hands crossing at her waist due to their similar height and arm length.
"Of course, you can. From now on, I'm your mom. It's just that you never wanted to call me that..." As Michael's arms encircled her, Betty let out a soft moan.
No matter what, Michael was a grown boy now, and the emerging manly aura from him made Betty blush a bit. Besides her husband, Michael was the second man to hold her this close.
"Mom..." Michael whispered into Betty's ear, the word she had longed to hear. Upon hearing it, Betty's eyes, already teary, could no longer hold back the tears, which fell like pearls down her cheeks.
"Good boy... Starting tonight, Mom will tutor you, and with Mom here, nothing is a problem..." Betty, moved to tears by Michael's call, finally felt the true emotion of being a mother. This call was something she had awaited for so long.
Watching all this unfold on video, I finally got the answer. Tonight, when I heard Michael call Betty "Mom," I was puzzled about when their relationship had taken such a leap forward.
It turns out that Michael had already started calling her that the day after I left, which was sooner than I expected.
However, in the video, Betty was moved by the joy of feeling like a mother, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Betty was slowly falling into Michael's "gentle trap."
At the same time, Michael's expression revealed a hint of happiness, but the happiness on his face seemed so sinister and frightening to me.
I wonder if I'm reading it wrong or just overthinking it.
"Can you sleep with me tonight, Mom?" Michael seized the moment to ask, knowing it was the perfect time to make his request. Normally, Betty wouldn't agree to such a thing, but now, she might just say yes.
"Sure, you've been so worn out lately. Mom will sleep with you to help you get some good rest and get your sleep and mental state back on track..."
Betty was momentarily taken aback by Michael's request, but quickly realized, yes, the kid still needs some nurturing, perhaps needing her close care for a while longer.
So, without any reluctance, Betty agreed to Michael's request. She didn't think too much about it, unaware of the thoughts running through Michael's mind...
"But, it's only while your dad is on his business trip. Once your dad comes back, I can't do this anymore. He's out there working hard for us, and I can't let him feel lonely. He's already gotten so used to having me around when he sleeps..."
"I know, Mom, just these few days will be enough..." Michael replied sweetly, though I caught a hint of jealousy in his eyes. It seemed he was already starting to resent the man who interfered with his closeness to Betty—me.
"Alright, Mom's going to make dinner. You finish your homework, and after we eat, I'll start tutoring you..." Betty let go of Michael, and he wisely did the same.
After speaking, Betty took a tissue to dab at the corners of her eyes and tears, then headed to the kitchen to get busy. Michael, feeling closer to Betty, was visibly delighted and scampered off to do his homework.
Watching all this, I couldn't help but feel that fate was playing tricks. Michael had taken advantage of Betty last night, and instead of being scolded today after a poor performance on his test, he received her care. Betty even made special arrangements for him—extra tutoring and sleeping together. Michael was clearly winning big, while I was losing out.
Now, it seems Betty's intentions are still pure, clearly unaware of last night's events, while Michael has just had a taste of something he liked and might push boundaries even further.
Gradually, he'll surely learn how to exploit Betty's vulnerabilities to the fullest, but seeing all this, I'm somewhat reassured about the videos to come.
Their relationship hasn't crossed certain lines; at least Betty hasn't been compromised. Changing one's mindset takes time; how could their relationship have progressed so drastically in just a week?
After dinner, Betty started tutoring Michael in his bedroom. Michael sat at his desk while Betty sat on the bed next to him, occasionally standing up to lean over and guide him.
During these moments, Michael could clearly see down her blouse at her ample bosom, but Betty, still in her work shirt and focused on teaching, didn't notice his distracted gaze.
Michael absorbed her instructions while appreciating the close view of her beauty and her alluring body scent.
Betty was deeply engrossed in tutoring Michael, completely forgetting that she was supposed to call me that day. When I called her, the sudden ring of the phone startled her. Seeing it was my call, she gently slapped her forehead and let out a wry smile, a hint of guilt crossing her face.
Perhaps not wanting Michael to overhear our sweet nothings, or maybe just to avoid disturbing his studies, she took her phone and walked to our bedroom to answer my call.
After Betty left the room with the phone, Michael, visibly annoyed, threw down his pen. This time, his face didn't hide the jealousy that flickered across it...
When bedtime rolled around, Betty told Michael she would go to her room to change into her pajamas, and Michael obediently got dressed in his pajamas and lay down in bed, a look of anticipation on his face.
With me not at home, it was just him and Betty, and he couldn't have been happier or more content.
Back in the bedroom, as Betty was about to change out of her clothes into her pajamas, she hesitated.
She picked up the new conservative nightgown she had recently bought, but also grabbed her favorite sexy nightdress, her eyes darting back and forth between the two, unsure which one to wear tonight...