Hidden Desires - Family Secrets-Chapter 266 Mom, do you want to take a shower? Part1

After spending some time in his room, Michael headed to the bathroom.

He slipped off his underwear and pajama pants to urinate, but instead of pulling them back up, he stood in front of the full-length mirror, his semi-erect penis exposed.

He gazed at his reflection, observing the dense, dark pubic hair and the thick shaft protruding from it, topped with a large, rounded glans that matched the deep red hue of his skin.

The dark shaft was veined, giving it a fierce appearance.

Michael began to regulate his breathing as he watched himself in the mirror.

His penis throbbed with each breath, twitching up and down, varying in speed and intensity.

Below, his testicles were swollen, the skin taut and smooth, resembling a balloon filled to the brim, a sight familiar to any man.

After his brief exercise, Michael returned to his bedroom to lie down and rest, still without his pajama pants, perhaps to lessen any constriction and promote growth.

His penis had been in a state of semi-erection for the past few days, yet he resisted the urge to relieve himself manually, seemingly waiting for something—or perhaps someone, like Betty.

Despite knowing the outcome, the anticipation still stirred a mix of tension and sorrow within me.

Lying on the bed, Michael didn’t close his eyes to sleep.

Instead, he rested his hands behind his head and stared straight up at the ceiling, deep in thought, likely plotting something involving Betty.

Compared to the impulsive and rough Michael from two years ago, the current Michael was much more calculated and dangerous, a hidden assassin in plain sight.

That evening, Michael prepared a lavish dinner in anticipation of Betty’s return.

He wore pajama pants and thoughtfully took Betty’s bag and slippers as she walked in—roles reversed from when I was home.

Betty seemed tired, her spirit worn, possibly from work or the day’s burdens.

After a tense afternoon, Betty’s mood lightened upon seeing the dinner spread, mostly her favorites, which made her smile—a contrast to my past negligence, as I rarely prepared such meals even when I was home.

Michael’s subtle attentions were evidently effective.

Post-dinner, Michael insisted on cleaning up, a task he never volunteered for when I was around.

In the kitchen, he washed the dishes while Betty sat on the couch, occasionally massaging her neck.

Her glances towards Michael carried a fleeting complexity, but she quickly masked it.

Michael hummed as he worked, seemingly oblivious to Betty’s gaze yet acutely aware of her reactions.

"Mom, do you want to take a shower? You can go ahead..." Michael suggested as he finished in the kitchen, his offer leaving Betty visibly flustered and slightly blushing.

The suggestion carried an ambiguous tone, puzzling her and leaving her momentarily speechless.

"I was thinking of taking a shower, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to go first, Mom. If you want to, you can go ahead; if not, I’ll hop in... heh," Michael said, scratching his head as he noticed Betty’s puzzled look.

Betty chuckled, a light laugh that seemed to mock her own over-sensitivity. "You go ahead, I’ll rest a bit and shower before bed," she replied, finally easing into the situation after understanding Michael’s straightforward intent.

"Alright then..." Michael agreed, then dashed back to his bedroom to grab his clothes and headed to the bathroom.

The door shut behind him but wasn’t locked.

He began undressing, ready for a shower, still dressed in his day clothes since he hadn’t changed into pajamas yet.

The sound of running water filled the bathroom, accompanied by Michael’s whistling and singing, indicating he was enjoying his shower.

Meanwhile, Betty sat on the couch, her attention drifting from the TV to the bathroom door, her gaze complex as if she could see through the door to Michael’s robust naked form.

It’s a natural human reaction; men are drawn to beautiful, sexy women, and women are stirred by strong, handsome men.

Betty, being a normal woman whose desires were unmet and who had tasted the sweetness of Michael’s charm, found her thoughts wandering in his absence.

Should I understand Betty’s feelings?

In the bathroom, Michael whistled and bathed, occasionally glancing towards the door as if making eye contact with Betty through it.

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Michael seemed very pleased, confident in his allure over Betty, everything under his control, only showing his arrogance when unseen by Betty or me.

Steam swirled around the bathroom.

After finishing his shower, Michael stood in front of the mirror, flexing his muscles.

He looked down at his lower body, gently patting his penis as if to calm it down.

It was still semi-erect, wrapped in veins, not as firm as before.

After the shower, Michael prepared to put on his underwear and pajamas.

He started to pull up his underwear but stopped midway, a meaningful smile crossing his face as he glanced at the door.

He then slipped off the underwear that had reached his ankles and dressed directly into his pajama pants, followed by his shirt.

Once dressed, Michael stood before the full-length mirror, gently swaying his body.

He lifted his feet, testing the movement, and a bulge in his groin area became faintly visible, outlining something rod-like.

Without the restraint of underwear, his large penis was barely concealed by the loose pajama pants, moving slightly with his motions, its shape easily discernible.

After adjusting his clothes and expression, Michael opened the door and stepped out.

With the door swinging open, Michael emerged holding a pile of clothes high up, blocking his view and forcing him to tilt his head back to see where he was going.

This posture exposed his lower body more than before, making the outline of his groin even more apparent than in the bathroom.

Betty had been distractedly watching TV, but naturally glanced over when the bathroom door opened.

What she saw was a striking image that caught both her eye and her heart.

Sitting lower on the couch, her line of sight was directly aligned with Michael’s groin area, capturing the deliberate traces he left behind.

She froze for a moment before quickly averting her gaze, but the brief glimpse was enough.

Michael returned to his room, leaving Betty with a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

Betty felt a stir of confusion, though it was more subdued this time.

"Mom, aren’t you going to take a shower?" Michael asked after he had put away his clothes and reemerged from the bedroom.

"Yeah, I’m going now..." Betty’s eyes remained glued to the TV, but her focus clearly wasn’t on the screen.

It was evident she was using her peripheral vision to watch Michael.

She quickly replied and hurried into the bedroom to grab her clothes for the shower, deliberately avoiding direct eye contact with Michael.

Instead, her eyes lingered on the TV as if she was reluctant to leave it, her walk almost resembling a flee.

Michael sat on the sofa watching TV, everything seeming so ordinary, yet the atmosphere was charged with the unspoken tension between them.