Coupled With Mom
Copyright© 2026 by Guzzler21
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Young sam is lured into a new, very lucrative job. After accepting the generous offer he found out that there are rules and conditions that requires him to have a wife. Who better to role-play his wife better than his own mother. But things aren't so simple.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Sharing Incest Mother Son Group Sex Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size Slow
Sam was a strapping young lad. He was now 24 years old, well-built, with a chiseled jaw and always keeping his short, dark hair organized and well-groomed.
He’d gotten into stockbroking and banking already before he got out of school and was now doing big business deals at a firm downtown.
His dad was long gone, and he’d grown up alone with his mother, Yvette. Her parents had immigrated from France, but she’d grown up here in the U.S.
Yvette had Sam at a very young age, so she was still not old by any means. Her hazelnut-colored hair was always waist-long and very thick. She often had to put it up in braids or pigtails for practical reasons, and this made her look even younger than her years.
Yvette was not a tall woman. Standing only 5’2”, she looked very tiny beside her son, who was closer to 6’6”.
But she had a full body. Her large breasts accentuated her slim waist and well-curved hips. She was a complete milf and always had well-done make-up and a cute smile on her face.
Sam hadn’t been working for long at the firm downtown when he’d gotten the offer to join another high-profile company.
This was a big deal. This was the kind of company that, if you get your foot in, you’ve got it made for life. Lots of finance people that were at the forefront of business worked here.
Sam and his mother had never really been rich. They weren’t poor either, but Yvette had always been working as a waitress in some local diner, and although Sam was now into the world of big business, he was still an underling and worked more than he got paid.
Yvette had never complained about their economic situation and had always worked hard to give Sam everything he would want or need.
Sam very much wanted to repay his mother’s kindness and generosity to him. That, in part, was why he even got involved in stockbroking and high finance in the first place.
He’d gone to the meeting with the new firm. It sounded like the opportunity of a lifetime, but it came with some conditions. He was now bewildered as to how to tackle this.
When Yvette came home from work, she found her son sitting at the kitchen table in their small apartment. He had a worried look about him.
“What’s wrong, son?” she asked, sat down, and stroked his arm.
“I think I got the job, Mom,” he answered and let a smile shine through his anxiety.
“Well, that’s great, Sammy!” she exclaimed and gave him a warm hug.
“But...,” Sam started, “There were some conditions...”
Sam explained that they wanted him for the position and had told him that he seemed like a perfect, young upcomer, an asset to their firm! He’d get a six-figure yearly salary, a company car, and also ... a new house!
Yvette couldn’t for the life of her understand why he had the worried look while telling her all this. It sounded great!
Then came the crux of the matter. This firm was very tight-knit and had extremely conservative values. So they only hired married men.
“ ... so I ... told them I was married ... to you...,” Sam looked down at the kitchen table and only snuck a peek at his mother to see her reaction.
“Married? To me? But ... hahaha!” Yvette laughed in surprise, “Would that work, do you think?”
“Well ... they don’t know. You look young enough to pull it off ... and, you can quit your job. I’d make enough money for the both of us,” Sam said with great hesitation.
Yvette laughed again.
“I get to leave this dump and my crummy job? My son gets the job of a lifetime? Count me in!”
Sam was incredibly relieved at his mother’s reaction. A great weight now lifted off his shoulders as they got to their feet and celebrated with a big hug. Sam even lifted her up and spun her around! This would work out great!
A couple of weeks passed, and Sam got introduced to the co-workers at his office and briefed on the comings and goings of the new firm. Alongside it all, he became friends with Lucas. It was Lucas who gave him most of his training at work, fixed a personal computer for him, organized key cards and passwords, etc.
Talking to Lucas also gave him a great insight into how his new living situation would be.
The other people at the firm all lived in a gated community outside of their city. They all had nice single-story villas, with pools, a nice community park, and their own security company.
Lucas said it was to get away from the ‘riff-raff’, as he called poorer people.
Sam had to hold his tongue. Only just recently - he was one of those ‘riff-raff’. Now he had this well-paying job, but ... he didn’t see eye to eye with Lucas’s way of looking down on the less fortunate. But, Sam was new, and when you’re new, you don’t start political arguments.
He got some pictures of the neighbourhood and showed them to his mom.
Yvette was, of course, ecstatic about it all. The two of them had discussed a little about how they should act when they were around others in the community, to sell the ruse that they were indeed married.
They were both in agreement that just because one is married doesn’t mean that they would make out in public or anything like that.
“You said they were a very conservative group. Probably people would think badly of them if they were too intimate in front of others,” Yvette concluded. To Sam’s relief, she didn’t at all seem concerned about the ‘acting like a couple’ part of the whole thing.
But during the weeks, a small nagging feeling had started to arise in the back of Sam’s head.
He didn’t mention it to his mother, of course, but they would only have and be with each other there in this community. He’d never seen or heard his mother mention other men, dating, or such things, but ... what if Sam wanted to meet someone?
If he wanted to keep this job, he could probably only ever have another woman as an affair on the side.
What if he ‘divorced’ his mother after a while, and then he could meet a new girl?
Nah, probably these folks were against divorce also, Sam guessed.
And looking at his mother walking around in their apartment, her large boobs swaying under her shirt, her curvy legs and rolling hips, her cute face and smile ... that long, sexy hair. They would probably think him crazy not to love a wife like that!
It was only a small thought ... but it was there, gnawing at him.
The more he thought of it, the more he tried to think of Yvette as his actual wife.
And the more he thought of that ... the better she looked to him.
So much even, that one morning, as he was having breakfast and his mother was leaning over the kitchen table, reading some magazine ... his eyes wandered.
Yvette had her morning robe on. It was a fluffy pinkish thing, only loosely tied around her waist. It showcased her ample cleavage.
Sam had a straight view at her large, round orbs. They moved only slightly as she flicked a page in the magazine, supporting herself with one arm against the table.
Their movement gave him an idea of how firm and heavy they must be. How soft...
Sam suddenly was jerked back to reality! He was sitting with the spoon to his mouth, but had gotten lost in his mother’s cleavage and could now feel that he was getting a hard-on?!
Sam felt his face get red, and his breathing was shallow.
He quickly finished his breakfast cereal and looked everywhere else but at his mother.
He excused himself and rushed off to work, even dodging his mother’s attempt at giving him a good-bye hug!
During his travel to work, his mind was spinning, trying to make sense of his confusion.
Yes, Mom was a sexy lady, but ... she was Mom!
Maybe he had just thought too hard about this ‘acting married’ thing, and his mind started playing tricks on him.
But he was so worried about them being caught. Imagine if it came out that they were NOT actually a couple? The shame would be indescribable. Sam would certainly lose his job, the new house, and car ... it would be devastating.
During the coming days, he tried to shake it all off, but it was still there ... the weird feeling and confusion.
He didn’t tell his mother about this, of course. It was too strange.
The day finally came. They had packed all their stuff in boxes but only the stuff they really wanted to keep. Sam earned good money now, and he could buy anything they wanted for their new house.
Just before the movers’ truck came, Sam presented his mother with a surprise.
He had bought them wedding rings. Expensive ones.
Yvette was sitting by the kitchen table, which they were going to leave anyway. She looked happy. Her long hair was a bit tangled from packing boxes and carrying stuff around. She was wearing shorts that well accentuated her hips and curvy thighs. Up top, she had a tight, grey top on. Sam tried not to think about it, but it really showed her tits off. In the top, they spilled out a little on the sides and on the cleavage. Since the top was so tight, she didn’t need a bra. Her stiff nipples were showing prominently through the fabric.
Sam came up to her, fell down on one knee in front of his mother, held out her ring, and asked, “Yvette, will you marry me?” and gave off a joking smile!
Yvette’s eyes went wide! She covered her mouth as she gasped in amazement.
Then she looked at Sam, “Oh! Of course, I will, my darling!”
Sam held out the ring and put it on his mother’s outstretched finger.
She admired it for a moment and then leaned in on him and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss on the mouth! She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her bosom!
She giggled joyously as she squeezed his face into her swelling breasts!
Sam was happy at her reaction, but also a bit surprised. He’d thought she’d take it more as a funny joke and a detail in their act of being married.
But this seemed more like genuine happiness from his mother.
And the back of his mind had a hard time ignoring his face being squished into her large, warm breasts! He even felt his lips pressed against their soft skin!
Yvette finally let him go. She was gleaming and again studied her new ring.
She held it out and spread her fingers, turning her hand here and there to see it from all angles.
“But sweetie, this must’ve cost a fortune?”
“Hey, we can afford it, Mom. Don’t worry,” Sam answered reassuringly.
“Do you have one also?,” she asked, her eyes searching for his hands.
Sam showed her his hand, “Of course,” he smiled.
Yvette’s face shone up even more than before! Again, she pulled her son in for a boobfleshy hug and again Sam’s face got smothered by her large chest mounds!
His nose was buried deep in between her boobs; he could feel her hot skin against his cheeks and mouth!
“This is so great! This makes it so much more real and believable,” her voice took the pitch of a schoolgirl who has just been given a pony.
“Mmffhh...,” Sam responded from the depth of his mother’s deep cleavage.
Yvette pulled Sam’s face out of its soft and warm nest, “Oh, sorry, son,” and gave him a kiss on the mouth, a more deliberate kiss this time.
Her lips were like steamed silk on his. It held for ... long, until she again pulled his face back. She rose to her feet and pulled Sam with her to standing.
She gave him a loving hug. Being so short compared to Sam, her head only reached his chest, and she laid her cheek on it and purred.
Sam couldn’t help but feel her breasts press against his belly; he could even feel exactly where her stiffened nipples were on him.
He hugged her back and laid his cheek on top of her head. But broke the hug off as he could feel his member stirring in his pants.
“The truck will be here soon,” he excused himself and felt embarrassed.
Sam proceeded to move around boxes in random order to make himself look busy.
As he passed the hallway mirror, which they had decided to leave behind, he saw that he had lipstick on his mouth.
Again, his loins got warmer.
The truck came, and they helped the movers carry stuff out. All the stuff they would need had already been ordered and delivered to their new house.
The truck left, and Sam and his mom made their way to the company’s car dealership. Here, Sam was to collect his new wheels.
As they walked in, Yvette slid her hand around his waist. He could feel her firm sideboob pressing against him.
“Let’s see our new fancy car then ... husband,” Yvette said happily. She emphasized the last word.
Sam got nervous. It felt good. Her arm around him, her happiness, but every time he glanced down, all his eyes could focus on was the cleft where his face had been earlier. Her big boobs bounced and jiggled with every step. She was so very hot.
Sam was afraid that he’d get hard again and make a fool of himself in front of the car dealer.
But all went well. The car was impressive. A luxury model, expensive, shiny silver, and it looked like a rich guy owned it.
Yvette praised the car and him.
On the drive to their new home, she gushed over how proud she was of Sam, of how much he had done for her, and how she loved her handsome, strong boy so very, very much.
Sam was overjoyed, of course. He knew that his mom loved him and so, but hearing her spread it on so thick was overwhelming ... and nice.
As a thank you, he instinctively put his hand on her thigh to give her an appreciative caress.
This was the first time he had ever felt her thigh, felt it for real. He had touched his mother before, naturally. But this touch now felt different. It felt ... more.
His hand felt its smoothness, its warmth. He could feel how it widened upward and slimmed downward. He felt...
Sam had to bite himself on the inside of his cheek. The short pain cleared his head, at least for now.
Just as he was about to pull his hand away from her thigh, she put hers on top of his and held it in place.
She rubbed her hand over his, making his hand, in turn, rub her thigh. She commented on how shiny and beautiful her ring looked and again how thankful she was to Sam.
Sam had to use all of his self-control to not let his hand slide too far up her thigh.
The drive all of a sudden felt much too short.
As they drove through the large, white, stone gate, the security guard in the booth there greeted them as if they had lived there forever, “Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Robert”.
He pronounced it as the American name, but he of course didn’t know it was supposed to be pronounced in French.
Yvette giggled after they drove off, so he couldn’t hear, “Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Robert,” she mimicked in an exaggerated American accent.
The area was really beautiful. It looked even better than in the pictures he’d seen.
All the houses seemed to be the same style of bungalow villas. Each with some different detail. All lawns and gardens were in perfect condition. It looked almost unreal, like a neighbourhood from a commercial.
Yvette sat and stared at it all in amazement while Sam looked at the numbers on the houses, trying to find theirs.
Finally, number 10. They were there!
The house was stunning. Compared to their old apartment, anything would be stunning.
The lawn and driveway had a slight upward slope and both sides of it had a nice wooden fence, separating their lawn from the neighbours. Similar houses were on each side of theirs.
The movers’ truck was already parked in the driveway, so Sam parked on the street.
They were both a bit taken back and slowly made their way up the freshly paved driveway.
“Hey Sam!” voice rang out.
He was standing on the other side of the fence. It was a pretty low wooden fence, like those picket fences, but without any gaps between the boards.
Sam grabbed his mother’s hand and walked over the lawn towards him. It struck him how soft and well-kept the grass was. It was like walking on a golf course.
“Hey honey! Come out and meet our new neighbours!” Lucas shouted over his shoulder towards his own house.
Lucas greeted Sam with a hearty handshake, as people in the high rollers world of business often do, and then turned his attention to the tiny Yvette by Sam’s side.
“So this must be the wife I’ve heard so much about?” he said with a broad grin.
“Eh, yes. This is ... my wife ... Yvette,” Sam stumbled through the sentence.
His mother played the part much better than him: “Pleased to meet you, Lucas. I’m glad to hear that he talks about me. Only good things, I hope,” she said with a dazzling smile and a little dainty hop that made her boobs bounce enticingly.
“Oh yes...,” Lucas answered in an ill-concealed lewd tone as his eyes blatantly stared at Yvette’s bouncy chest.
Sam had, of course, talked about ‘his wife’ with Lucas before. It would be weird not to. He might have embellished a little about their love life, but it was easy to get caught up in the manly attitude people at the firm had all the time. He kind of regretted it now, though.
What if Lucas would blurt out something of the lies he’d told? His mind was searching frantically for the details that he really didn’t want his mother to find out he’d made up about her.
He hadn’t lied about her looks, though, only her age. Well, and that she was his wife.
He had accurately described Yvette as a busty little firecracker that can go wild in the sack ... or something like that.