Chapter 135 What exactly had they been up to? Part3

"Alright, stop messing around and put your pants on..." Betty said, her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment as she quickly turned her head away, avoiding her own gaze while speaking to Michael.

Her voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner turmoil and nervousness.

"But... Mom, how do you expect me to put on pants like this?" Michael responded, his face showing a hint of difficulty as he looked down at his fully erect penis, which seemed to throb with each heartbeat.

The skin of the glans was taut and shiny, the foreskin retracted behind the corona, making it appear even more imposing as it faced Betty.

"Can't you... control it?" Betty turned her head back briefly to glance at Michael's penis, but quickly looked away again.

However, during that brief moment, I noticed her eyes didn't follow the movement of her head.