What was this odd sensation?

Just when I thought Michael was about to drift off and everything would end, I suddenly noticed his head, resting on Betty's arm, slowly inching towards her body.

Initially, Michael was resting midway on Betty's arm, his cheek about four inches away from her body. But he kept subtly shifting his head, gradually closing that gap.

Finally... his head rested at the base of Betty's arm, and his face, nose, and mouth finally made contact with the side of Betty's breast. Even though it was through her clothes, he definitely made contact.

My hands clenched tightly at this sight, but the situation wasn't as bad as it could have been. After all, Michael was still a kid, and he was going to be my son in the future, due to a promise I made to my first love, Laura.

Besides, Michael came into our lives unexpectedly, so I might as well consider him and Betty's biological son.

Michael never breastfed from Betty when he was a baby, so maybe this was some kind of alternative compensation.

As mother and son, they were bound to have some physical contact. If I worried too much about it, I'd probably suffer for the rest of my life. Thinking this way, my heart felt a bit lighter.

But before I could finish my thoughts, I saw Michael make another move. His face gently nuzzled against Betty's side breast, and one hand slowly reached down to his groin. Then, he slipped his hand into his pants, continuously stroking his already erect genitals. Was this kid starting to masturbate?

But I was wrong. After touching himself briefly, he withdrew his hand, moved his face even closer, and then closed his eyes, not waking up again. Young people need a lot of sleep, and after all that tossing and turning, he was bound to be tired.

Watching him bury his head deep into Betty's armpit, his face pressed tightly against her side breast, the sour feeling in my heart didn't dissipate. This kid, in this position, he wasn't worried.

When Betty woke up in the morning and found him like this, she wouldn't mind. She would completely understand it as the child unconsciously seeking warmth in his sleep, finally nestling into her embrace.

She would never suspect that Michael did it intentionally.

Fast forwarding to the morning, nothing else happened. I turned off the video, rubbed my temples, and began to think carefully, putting myself in an observer's shoes, empathizing.

Actually, thinking about it, I could understand Michael's actions and thoughts as someone who has been through adolescence myself.

Back in my youth, didn't I sneak peeks at beautiful, sexy women on the streets?

My gaze would stealthily focus on a woman's full breasts and thighs. And if I were in Michael's shoes, with such a beautiful woman not related by blood sleeping next to me, would I remain unmoved?

I would have acted the same. So, from an adult's perspective, this can be completely understood as a normal physiological reaction and curiosity of an adolescent boy, who just needs proper guidance.

But how should I tell Betty?

Should I tell her that I didn't trust her and Michael to share a bed, so I filmed them with a camera?

It seems I'll have to hint at it subtly, to prevent Betty from being taken advantage of in the future.

After all, from tonight's footage, it seems Michael isn't bold enough yet and is still in the testing phase. If Betty sleeps deeply in the future, it might not be as simple as tonight. She might be kissed or touched without realizing it, or even worse.

Knowing Betty as I do, I believe that if Michael is careful with his actions, Betty would never wake up.

I had planned to take down the camera after watching the video, but now it seemed necessary to keep it in place a bit longer. After enduring the day, I finally got home in the evening. Betty had already prepared dinner, and Michael was still glued to the TV.

It seemed like a typical scene after work, but tonight, my view of Michael had drastically changed. I couldn't quite figure him out.

From his behavior last night, it seemed like the loss of his parents hadn't hit him too hard. Maybe I was overthinking it—kids are simple, they don't dwell on troubles like adults do. For kids, worries come and go quickly.

Later that night, as I lay in bed, I watched Betty, who seemed hesitant to speak. How should I tell her?

If I wanted to avoid any slip-ups, it would be best to say nothing. But thinking about last night's video, I couldn't help but feel worried and scared. The thought of Betty's body being violated by another "man" made my stomach turn, and there was also a strange feeling I couldn't quite identify yet...

What was this odd sensation?

Was it jealousy, or something else?

I needed to figure it out, but for now, keeping the camera seemed like the only way to protect Betty, even if it meant continuing to spy a little longer.