Time ticked by, and ten minutes had passed. Betty was still crying, though her sobs had quieted down. Michael lay on her back, his penis still inside her vagina.
Now sober after his climax, Michael realized he had done something terribly wrong. He could do nothing but wait, wait for Betty's storm to pass.
"Get off me..." After a while, Betty stopped crying, seemingly coming to terms with the fact that she had been inseminated by her own foster son. She opened her swollen, red eyes and spoke with a cold tone.
"Mom, I'm sorry..." Michael, lacking eloquence, could only muster these few words timidly, unable to articulate anything more.
"I'm not your mom, you're not my son, you bastard..." Betty's body shuddered when Michael called her 'mom.' She then turned her head, her gaze icy as she stared at Michael and hissed through clenched teeth, her voice filled with utter detachment. It was the first time I had ever seen Betty so angry.