Blasphemous Bet With My Mother
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Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
I couldn’t forget about that feeling. Her big, sweet tit in my hand. She let me do it. She put my hand on her boob. Guess she won’t mind then if I go even further.
When I got home from school, Mom was cleaning. Oh, I loved it when she was cleaning. She was wearing a light worn top, light denim shorts, and her red hair wrapped up in a braid.
“Hi, honey,” she said as if the morning’s incident hadn’t happened.
Mom was busily scrubbing something on the carpet, sweating profusely as always. Her breasts were rippling, panting, nearly falling out of her tight top. I licked my lips and remembered what had happened that morning. It always drove me crazy the way she did housekeeping. She’d sit on her knees and her breasts would quiver under her T-shirt.
However, when I undressed, I realized she had moved into one of the rooms and closed the door behind her.
“That’s smart.”
I went back to my chores, but every time I tried to fish her out again with cleaning, she closed herself off in the area she was in.
“She’s adapting. Interesting. If I wait, she’ll finish cleaning and I won’t be able to enjoy her wet look.”
I had a crazy idea. I texted my Dad.
“Can you help me with something to win the bet? Mom’s locked in a room. Can you call and lure her out? She won’t listen to me.”
Am I really asking my dad to do this? A couple of minutes later, he sent me an emoji with a thumbs-up and a caption. “Hope Mom will get off your back with the ‘no sex before marriage stuff.’”
I heard my Mom’s phone ring, and a few minutes later, I heard the click of the door.
“How do I know where your glasses are, Alan?” My Mom wiped the sweat from her forehead, walked into the bathroom with the phone to her ear, fiddled around with something, and followed back into the room where she was cleaning. I closed the bathroom door, faking leaving to take a shower. Mom went back to cleaning.
Just as I’d hoped. The door was open.
“What’s wrong with him today. He always carries his glasses in his breast pocket. Why would he call me?” she was saying under her breath, sweating over a stain.
And, oh yeah, she was squatting just the way I was always crazy about. She shuffled her hand across the floor, wiping it, moving back and forth.
Her breasts were twitching, quivering. The smell of sweaty body odor immediately wafted through to me.
My cock was ready to burst out of my loose shorts, but I hadn’t thought at all about what I was about to do. I was too caught up in thinking about this moment, instead of thinking what to do when I get here.
“Oh, no. Did I forget to close the door?” she asked into nowhere. I swooped over to her and touched her ass with my groin. I thrust as hard with my cock as I could. I was pierced with pleasure, shock, and pain at the same time coursing through my entire body.