Betty didn't care

I adjusted the video to the first evening, right around the time Betty and Michael would be getting home from school, which was the morning I had left for my business trip.

As the videos synced and fast-forwarded to the time they arrived home, I watched Betty and Michael enter the house. Everything seemed normal; there were no signs of anything unusual.

"Your dad's gone, so it's just us for dinner tonight. What would you like to eat?" Betty said as she slipped on an apron, referring to me as 'dad' even though Michael never called me that.

"Why don't we skip cooking and order some takeout instead?" Michael seemed unusually lively, a stark contrast to his usual reserved self when I was around. It appeared he felt more at ease without me there.

"Sure, what are you in the mood for?" Betty sounded pleased that Michael was taking initiative.

"Hot and spicy soup..." Michael voiced his craving.

"Hot and spicy soup?" Betty frowned upon hearing his choice. This dish wasn't expensive, but it was widely loved, and I was a fan myself. I never knew Michael shared my taste. Previously, Betty had always discouraged me from eating it, dismissing it as junk food.

"Alright, I haven't had that in a long time either..." Surprisingly, Betty agreed, which was totally unexpected.

Soon after, the hot and spicy soup arrived, and the two of them ate while watching TV. In the past, Betty would feel quite lonely and down when I was away on business trips, but now with Michael around, she seemed to no longer feel alone.

"Michael, I haven't been around to tuck you in these past few nights. Have you been sleeping okay?" Betty asked during dinner, her concern for Michael's well-being evident.

"It's been alright. I've had some dreams, but no nightmares, though I do wake up sometimes in the middle of the night..." Michael pondered for a moment before responding, his eyes hinting at a subtle longing.

"Oh..." Betty hesitated after hearing Michael's words, a flicker of worry crossing her face. Seeing her concern made me a bit anxious.

I hoped Betty wouldn't agree to start sleeping in Michael's room again, especially since I wasn't home these past few nights. Fortunately, Betty didn't offer to do so.

After dinner, Michael sat alone on the couch watching TV, while Betty began tidying up the house.

Betty hadn't changed out of her teacher's outfit, a skirt suit, when she got home. After a while, perhaps feeling a bit warm, she thought about removing her jacket.

Underneath, she wore a tank top, which made her hesitate before deciding against taking the jacket off. With Michael at home, she shook her head, dismissing her initial hesitation as overthinking since the tank top was more conservative than her usual nightwear.

After a while, Betty did remove her jacket and continued cleaning. Her figure was accentuated by the tank top, revealing a hint of cleavage and the outline of her bra, which supported her ample bust, making it appear even more prominent.

Initially focused on the TV, Michael's attention shifted when he saw Betty change. His eyes briefly sparkled with excitement—after all, he was a young man in his teens.

Betty continued cleaning intently, bending over now and then, giving glimpses of her cleavage and the hem of her skirt.

Meanwhile, Michael's focus was no longer on the TV. I could clearly see from the surveillance that his gaze was fixed on Betty. When she bent over to mop the floor with her back turned, Michael stopped pretending and openly admired Betty's attractive figure.

At that moment, I realized that while Betty saw Michael merely as her son, Michael's view of Betty was not just as a foster mother...

"Michael, time to hit the sack," Betty said, dabbing the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand as she glanced at Michael, who was deeply engrossed in the TV.

"Oh... okay..." Michael turned off the TV and headed to his bedroom, clearly a bit reluctant to end his evening of visual indulgence. It seemed he was still adjusting to the shift from seeing Betty as his teacher to viewing her as a mother figure.

Once in his room, Michael didn't go straight to bed but instead sneakily started playing on his phone. In front of Betty, he was all innocence, but out of her sight, he let his mischievous side loose.

Back in her bedroom, Betty was ready to change into her pajamas. She picked up the conservative nightgown she had recently bought, but then paused. Originally, she wore this nightgown because I had asked her to, and it was convenient for sleeping next to Michael.

Now that I wasn't home and she couldn't sleep next to Michael, she reconsidered wearing it. She always felt that it was too restrictive and uncomfortable.

Feeling a bit rebellious, Betty pulled out her old favorite sexy nightgown from the wardrobe. This nightgown was more revealing but less constrictive, allowing her to feel more relaxed.

Betty took off her outer clothes and pants. Previously, she used to wear a bra with this nightgown, but lately, she had been wearing the conservative nightgown which was quite restrictive, so she had gotten into the habit of taking off her bra for comfort.

Perhaps out of habit, Betty also took off her bra this time. Her breasts, full of life, bounced freely, and her nipples, freshly liberated, danced in the air.

Betty picked up the nightgown to put it on, and it was only when she had slipped it over her head that she realized she had inadvertently taken off her bra as well.

Betty hesitated for a moment, considering whether to put her bra back on. Eventually, she shook her head. She was going to sleep alone; why bother with so much fuss? So, Betty just went braless and slipped into the sexy nightgown.

Although the chest area of the nightgown had some thicker fabric for coverage, Betty's pink nipples were still faintly visible, and even poking through, but Betty didn't care.