Coupled With Mom
Copyright© 2026 by Guzzler21
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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. (Slow Burn story)
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’s dry throat woke him up. Daylight was streaming through the window.
He blinked his eyes awake and noticed that his mother had crept up to him again during the night.
Her soft arm was laid over his muscular chest again, and her lips were touched against his neck. He felt her breath on his skin. Her sizable breast was pressed against his arm, and he could feel her stiff nipple against him.
Sam felt himself get hard again.
Damn! He couldn’t let her see him with a boner. He again snuck himself out of bed, careful not to wake Yvette.
On his way to the bathroom, his hangover made itself known.
Splashing cool water in his face got his mind out of the gutter and his dick softer.
Sam had to think hard about where his packed underwear might be. He had to make sure not to wear these tight, small ones to bed in the future. What if his mother woke up before him someday and saw ... Sam often woke up with morning wood and had to make sure to wear his boxers from now on. To spare her and himself any awkwardness.
He found one of the bags with his clothes and quickly found his baggy boxer briefs.
He felt a bit more safe now that his semi-hard junk was well hidden under cover.
He’d always been blessed with a substantial cock and never thought it would pose a problem with his mother around. But this was a new and strange situation.
He was reminded of the issue when he went back to the bedroom to collect his clothes from yesterday.
His mother was again not totally covered by the blanket, and the first thing his eyes set on was her protruding ass. Her curvy thighs were spread apart, and he got a good view straight in between them.
Those string panties, like his own small briefs, didn’t really do a good job of covering up her secret crevice.
It looked like the string part had ridden up and in between her swelling pussy lips. At least there was nothing covering her up down there!
Sam forced himself to turn his head and decided to let her sleep in. He could gather up his clothes later.
Instead, he made a trip to a food shop he saw just outside of the community on their drive here yesterday. They needed groceries anyway.
When Sam came back, he heard his mother in the shower.
He unpacked the groceries and admired the huge fridge and freezer they had here. The freezer even had an ice dispenser on the front of it. It felt really fancy to him.
Yvette came out to the kitchen. Around her head was the familiar, huge wad of towel she always wrapped her hair up in when she’d washed it. She wore her fluffy, pink bathrobe. Sam quickly averted his eyes to not let them stare at the ample cleavage the robe always displayed.
His mother hugged him from behind and greeted him with a good morning. There was no hint of her having a hangover like the one he was plagued with. He couldn’t help but feel her boobs pressing up against his lower back.
Yvette noticed his frail state and offered to make him some breakfast.
After breakfast, they both began the daunting task of unpacking boxes and bags.
It was one of those things that you just know will not be done in weeks. Everything has to go somewhere. The house did have a lot of room. But where should what go?
His mother had changed into her lounging-around-the-house clothes.
A pair of knee-length tights and a baggy T-shirt with some old gas station logo on it. Well, it was baggy around her arms and waist. Nothing was ever baggy around her bust.
But at least she was wearing a bra under, so her pokies were less prominent now.
Sam was relieved about that. It made it easier for him to not get his lewd mind caught up thinking about stuff he shouldn’t be thinking about.
Her hair was in a long, thick braid reaching down to the small of her back.
The only thing that was getting him unbalanced were those tights. They rode up high between her butt cheeks and likewise in the front.
Until last night, he’d never really thought about it, but his mother had a really meaty mound.
Now that he’d noticed it, it was hard to look away. It looked so soft and sexy. He could only imagine what it would feel like in his hand.
Apart from Sam’s glances at his mother’s plump groin and ass, the day passed without hitches.
During the day, they sometimes talked about the act they were playing. Sam admitted that he had called her ‘mom’ to Georgia’s face yesterday but gotten away with it.
But they were both agreed that they had to be careful about such mishaps. They felt like they really had to sell it to the neighbourhood, so that if they misspoke sometime, it wouldn’t raise any suspicion.
Yvette gave Sam the tip that if he happened to call her ‘mom’ again, in the future, he could just laugh it off with some joke about her sometimes acting like his mom, like men sometimes do about their wives.
Sam was again impressed at how clever she was about such things. She was a true social chameleon. Yvette could probably fit in with both beggars and kings, he thought.
As an appreciative and thankful gesture to her, he set up an account on a fashionable clothing web shop for her. So she could dress the part.
Yvette tried to say that it was too expensive, but Sam insisted that she make use of it and buy anything she fancied from it.
As Sam was unpacking boxes in the bedroom, he came across one of the boxes with sheets, duvets, and pillowcases. He began stocking one of the wardrobes they had dedicated for such things. Suddenly, his hand landed on something else in the box!
It was cylindrical and heavy. He brought it out of the box.
His mouth dried up instantly. He heard the blood rush in his ears.
He was holding a sleek black dildo in his hand. He could only assume that it was his mother’s. The weight of it was surprising. It probably had some vibrating function in it.
It wasn’t small or delicate in any way. It felt more like a machine with a purpose.
It was smooth and pretty big. Not as big as Sam’s own gear, but still. For a woman of his mother’s petite size, it looked big. The bottom end of it had some knob for settings.
He had to calm his breathing and hid the big thing back in the box and left it for his mother to unpack instead.
He couldn’t get the image out of his mind. During the day, he’d check out his mother’s nethers and have trouble seeing her shoving that thing inside of herself. She was a grown woman, of course. Naturally, she’d get herself off at times. Nothing weird about that. It was just that ... Sam had never really thought about it.
Now that he’d seen the thing she used ... it became much more real to him.
All throughout the day, several deliveries came to their door. They had ordered a lot of stuff in advance, and some of it was now coming in.
After spending most of the day unpacking and carrying things around to whatever rooms they were supposed to be at, they finally took a break.
Some instant coffee and relaxation on the couch.
Sam was the one who brought it up. It was always on his mind. Maybe he was worrying too much, but he felt that he needed to get some clarity.
“Mom ... how are we supposed to sell this? Us being married, I mean.”
She looked lovingly at him, “Is that what’s troubling you, my dear? I’ve seen that worried look on you all day. This is all great. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything”.
“I know, but ... I mean ... how do we ... hug, for example?” Sam asked, looking at his feet.
Yvette laughed a little and swiftly sat up in his lap, “Like this,” she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as she was straddling him so he almost spilled his coffee.
“And you put your arms around me...,” she instructed.
Sam did as she said, balancing his coffee cup carefully. He put his arms around her back and she pressed herself against him, her cheek to his.
Sam felt her luscious thighs over his and ... her groin over his.
“And if we have to kiss,” she said as she turned her face to his, “We can always fake a deep kiss like so,” she put her lips against his and pressed them onto him, tilting her head side to side, taking deep breaths through her nose.
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