Blasphemous Bet With My Mother
Copyright© 2026 by afs
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Nick makes a blasphemous bet with his deeply christian mother
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Slow
The next morning I got up as early as I could. I was bursting with excitement from this game my Mom had drawn me into. It was five in the morning, but there was sunlight in my parents’ bedroom and I could see every detail of her body.
My father always slept with his back to my mother, exhausted after work. And Mom, in her black nightie, lay under the blanket. She was lying on her belly. Her mouth was ajar.
There were so many awful, nasty things in my mind that I wanted to do just to win the bet right then. But I did the right thing to hold back. All I did was pull off the blanket and lift up the edge of her nightie.
Her fleshy juicy ass, two magnetizing mounds, were right in front of me.
My heart was beating so hard. I put my hand on one of her ass cheeks. My hand was burning to knead it, but I just patted my Mom’s butt. I simply stood there for a while and rubbed her soft juicy buttock like it was a bowling ball.
“What in God’s name are you doing?” she asked when my rubbing finally woke her up. She looked at me with one sleepy eye.
I caressed her ass again, this time pressing the skin a little with my fingers.
“I’m winning the bet.”
Mom pushed my hand aside, hid her butt behind her nightie, looked at my sleeping father, and sprang from the bed. It all happened so fast I barely had time to realize what had happened. She grabbed me by the ear and led me out of the bedroom.
“What the f ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” she whispered to not wake up Dad. She was so pissed. “I’m sick of this! No more of this bet stuff!! Forget about it!”
She thrust me into my room.
“So you lost?” I rubbed my ear in pain.
“I don’t care! Forget the stupid bet! Go to sleep!” She left and slammed the door behind her.
I thought then, Is that it? Did I win? Just like that?
But the real victory was still far away.
The next morning, I got up as early as I could. I was bursting with excitement from this new game my Mom had drawn me into. It was five in the morning, but sunlight filled my parents’ bedroom, and I could see every detail of her body.
My father always slept with his back to my mother, exhausted after a long day at work. And Mom, in her black nightie, lay under the blanket. She was lying on her belly. Her mouth was ajar.
There were so many awful, nasty things in my mind that I wanted to do just to win the bet right then. But I did the right thing to hold back. All I did was pull off the blanket and lift up the edge of her nightie.
Her fleshy, juicy ass, two magnetizing mounds, was right in front of me.
My heart was beating so hard. I put my hand on one of her ass cheeks. The skin was warm, hot, smooth. Almost like baby skin.
My hand was burning to knead it, but I just patted my Mom’s butt. I simply stood there for a while and rubbed her soft, juicy buttocks like a bowling ball.
“What in God’s name are you doing?” she asked when my rubbing finally woke her up. She looked at me with one sleepy eye.
I caressed her ass again, this time pressing the skin a little with my fingers.
“I’m winning the bet.”
Mom pushed my hand aside, hid her butt behind her nightie, looked at my sleeping father, and sprang from the bed. It all happened so fast, I barely had time to realize what had happened. She grabbed me by the ear and led me out of the bedroom.
“What the f ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” she whispered to not wake up Dad. She was so pissed. “I’m sick of this! No more this bet stuff!! Forget about it!”
She shushed me into my room.
“So you lost?” I rubbed my ear in pain.
“I don’t care! Forget the stupid bet! Go to sleep!” She left and slammed the door behind her.
I thought then, Is that it? Did I win? Just like that?
But the real victory was still far away.
“Darling, can you imagine what Nick did?” Mom said at breakfast in the morning. I could tell she was bursting to tell it and had just been waiting for the right moment.
“Nick again. What is it now?” My dad looked at his smartwatch, patted my mom on the back, and then stared at his phone again. Not once did he look at me.
“I woke up and saw him touching me! Our son’s hand was on ... my ... my butt! Can you imagine!?”
Now he finally looked at me.
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