Coupled With Mom
Copyright© 2026 by Guzzler21
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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 dreams were wild. They were a flurry of his mother’s face, her lips, her long hair. It was like a dance or a wrestling match, her body twirling around him ... or parts of her body actually. Her thighs breezed past his face, her heavy tits bounced in front of him. Her hands were gripping at him ... it was so sensual and frustrating at the same time.
Sam woke up with a pain in his nethers.
He had the most swollen, hard-on he’d ever experienced. It was painful to even move!
He looked down and almost gasped in surprised fear. The bedsheet was pulled up only covering his torso, his boxers had slid down, and his raging boner was flexing angrily and pointing towards the ceiling! It was impossibly hard and swollen. With its large size, it always looked a bit out of proportion. It was a little too long and thick to look ‘normal’, he thought.
He quickly looked to his side. He sighed in relief; his mother’s bedside was empty, and he could hear her out in the kitchen.
Luckily, she hadn’t seen him!
Sam pulled the covers over himself and lay on his side. He’d die of shame if his mother had seen him like that! What would she think?
Sam contemplated how to get rid of his hard-on. If Yvette was in the kitchen, he might be able to sneak to the bathroom. There he could jerk off and be done with it. Considering his hardness, it would probably only take two strokes before he’d splurt.
But when he listened, he couldn’t hear any noise from the kitchen anymore.
Suddenly, Yvette glided into the bedroom.
“Hey there, sleepyhead,” she chirped with a big, sexy smile.
She had her dark hair in a huge, sloppy bun on top of her head. She was only wearing one of Sam’s white shirts, unbuttoned, save one button at belly height. The half-open shirt showed a great deal of cleavage from her enticingly bouncing boobs and the shirt spread open at the bottom also showing off her small pink panties. They were the kind of very low-riding ones that quickly revealed if the woman had shaved or not. As he had already deduced before, Mom was shaven, it seemed. The hem of the panties just barely covered the top of her slit.
She slid onto the bed, and Sam quickly turned his hip away from her. He felt his boner pumping under the sheet. He hadn’t had time to pull his boxers up, so it was still out free under there.
From behind, she lay her body over his upper body. Her firm tits pressing against his arm and back.
It was excruciatingly erotic. Sam bit his lip and cursed his situation.
His whole being and libido screamed at him to just grab hold of the sexy vixen in his bed, push her down, and nail her hard! But ... he couldn’t.
No matter how hot and sexy Yvette was - she was still his mother. He couldn’t! He was surely strong enough. He could easily grab hold of her, press himself in between her luscious thighs, and have his way with her ... if he wanted to.
He DID want to ... but...
He just couldn’t. He loved his mother. He wanted only good things for her. He could never subject her to anything she might find unpleasant!
“Someone’s looking at us,” Yvette whispered. “A good morning kiss,” she demanded.
Outside on the sidewalk, Sam could see one of the neighbours walking their dog. She probably had a clear view of them there in the bed.
Sam felt a chill as he realized that he’d just moments earlier been lying with his erect dick out on display.
Yvette squeezed in more over him, moving her thigh up over his hip.
Sam quickly pulled his left leg up to shield his sturdy pole from connecting to his mother’s soft leg.
She gave him several playful kisses on his mouth and cheeks and then bounced back out from the bed. Her breasts jiggled temptingly under his baggy office shirt.
“I’ve made coffee. C’mon,” she said happily and walked out towards the kitchen again.
Sam saw his chance now. He flung the bedsheet off and quickly pulled up his briefs. But as the tight hem of the underwear slid over the head of his cock, he felt that it was too late.
That little extra sensation of the hem over his glans was enough.
He involuntarily laid back in the bed in a fetal position. He felt himself squirting load after load into his boxers. He could hardly breathe, and it was almost painful. It felt as if his oversized dick was going to explode out of its stretched skin!
After the passing of a few minutes, the pain had subsided, and he felt the swelling start to go down.
His shorts were full of slimy cum, but he felt better.
A sneaky dash to the bathroom, where he could strip and wash up. He didn’t want to throw his cum-soaked boxers in the wash hamper for his mother to find. Instead, he tried to wash them off in the bathroom sink. He left them there to soak while he took a quick cold shower.
Then he hung his underwear up to dry in the glass door of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and went out to his mother in the kitchen. He felt so much more relaxed now.
Maybe this was a thing now. As long as he got himself off often enough, he might be able to keep his dick at bay.
He thought he could notice his mother’s eyes getting their fill of his muscular body as they had breakfast. Or maybe he was just imagining things?
He decided to think that she was checking him out; it felt a bit nice to be admired. Sam knew that he looked good. His mother was a woman after all, and maybe her instinct just made her look. Like when he looked at her body from time to time.
A nice body is hard not to look at.
Sam felt his eyes also wander to his mother’s body from time to time.
Whenever she stood up from her chair, his eyes would dart to her crotch. He was amazed and enticed by the physics of her tiny, low-cut panties.
It looked like they would so easily slide down, just an inch or two every time she shifted her legs. Inside of the silky little triangle of fabric, his imagination ran wild with the thought of her silky-smooth pussy lips in there. They seemed to fill out and stretch the panties in a very mouthwatering way.
He was careful not to let her catch him glancing. And this morning’s massive release kept his boner in check. Had he stared more, he might not have been able to stay soft, but he snuck just enough short glances to quench his curiosity without getting too heated.
But after breakfast, he decided to get dressed. He was sure that his dick wasn’t going to behave all day.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t find any more of his boxer briefs. The only ones he had were the wet ones hanging in the shower.
He had to make do wearing a pair of those tighter, basic briefs with the lower waistline.
Sam felt a bit anxious about it, but as long as he didn’t get hard, his dick would stay tucked in his pants.
Just before lunchtime, Lucas called.
He had a concerned and official tone in his voice and explained that the boss had been worried about him.
He had gotten the impression that Sam’s love life wasn’t up to par and he’d issued Sam and Yvette to counseling. The counselor would come by this afternoon.
Sam was perplexed and just nodded and took in the information during the call.
After hanging up, he felt stressed.
What did all that mean? How did the boss know about him and his mother? Had he seen them? Had someone else reported them? Were they found out?! Was the fake over? Would he get fired now!
Sam felt dizzy, and Yvette noticed.
She sat him down on the sofa, begging him to tell her what troubled him. She caressed his hair and laid his head on her bulging chest.
Sam almost felt like crying. Her soft breast was so warm, she smelled so good.
Finally, he got a grip on himself and told his mother what Lucas had said.
He tried to be calm, but his anxiousness shone through.
His mother looked thoughtful, but then told him how she’d seen people walking about outside of their house in the morning.
Together they speculated and came up with the idea that this was a very close-knit neighbourhood and probably it was full of nosy busy bodies that kept tabs on them?
But why would they think Sam and Yvette’s relationship was not good?
Yvette decided that it must be because they’d never been seen smooching or kissing in public. Maybe also their neighbours spied on them at night. After all, it was pretty easy to see straight into their bedroom from the street.
Yvette got a determined look on her face. “Well then, if they are going to stick their nose in our private life, we’ll show them!” she said with an almost evil grin.
“Sam ... as soon as we see one of the neighbours ... I want you to grope me!”
“What?” Sam was stunned at his mother’s order.
“ ... or give me a kiss ... or something,” she said in a more mellow tone. “We’ll show them. We’re a hot and passionate couple. They need to see it,” she said.
“But Mom...,” Sam started...
“No! I’m your love, not your mom,” Yvette said sternly. “ ... and they have to see it. Come on!”
Yvette dragged him off the sofa and pulled him along to the kitchen.
She stood herself by the kitchen sink and pulled Sam’s hands to her hips. She was intently looking out the window at the empty street.
“We have to wait ‘til someone comes along,” she explained.
Sam stood close behind her.
He was glad he had changed before. Had he only worn his towel now, he’d be well on his way to pressing his hard dick in between her buttcheeks. His mom was still only dressed in the half-buttoned shirt and those minute panties.
Her butt was still pressing against his groin, but being so much shorter than him, it was only the top part of her bum pushing up against him.
The majority of his meat was perched on top of her butt.
Suddenly, Yvette tensed up. “There! Someone is coming!” she hissed. “Quick, kiss my neck!”
She tilted her head to the side, exposing her smooth neck to Sam.
Sam hesitated.
“C’mon,” she whispered anxiously.
Sam bent his head down. Her aroma was intoxicating. Even before his lips touched the side of her neck, he could feel the heat of her skin. He gently kissed her.
Yvette moaned slightly and let her head fall back. She put her arm up and softly grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face more into her warm, soft neck.
“That’s it. He’s looking. Grab my boob!” she said hurriedly.
Sam didn’t have time to react or respond. His mother grabbed his left hand and planted it over her breast! The sensation was incredible! Even though his mother was such a tiny woman, her breast felt huge in his hand! It was so amazingly soft and firm at the same time!
Sam let his mother press his hand into her large breast and move it around. He willingly let her guide him as he continued to taste the side of her neck with the tip of his tongue.
Yvette gasped and breathed arrhythmically.
Sam wasn’t sure if she was acting or actually feeling it.
Either way, he was feeling it. He was feeling his blood rushing towards his cock. He was swelling again!
He was so close to just letting caution go and devouring his sexy mother right then and there. But the sane part of him took charge. He pushed himself away. Unfortunately, he pushed with his hips and felt his stiff boner part, the underside of it embedded, pressed his mother’s butt cheeks apart as he pushed away.
She reluctantly let him go, and his left hand slid away from her breast and down over her hip before he could step back enough to not be connected to her anymore.
Through the window, Sam could see a guy walking away along the sidewalk.
There was a dim silence hanging in the air.
Yvette turned around to face him. She was flustered, and her cheeks were red. She seemed short of breath and had to swallow before she spoke. “Well ... that should get the word out in the streets,” she smiled. “I hope he got an eyeful of seeing a passionate wife getting sexed up by her hot man.”
Sam stood dumbfounded. He was too taken back to even realize that he had an obvious bulge showing on his pants.
“Oops. I guess you kind of heated up too, son,” she said and smiled at him.
Sam looked down in shock. His pants were indeed tented! He felt his cheeks turn red and a chill down his spine! His own mother saw him with bulging pants! This was totally embarrassing.
But his eyes instinctively swept past his mother’s lower body also. He wasn’t sure if it was a shadow or that her panties had just been a bit crunched up into her crevice.
But wasn’t that a darker spot of pink on the bottom of them? Was his mother ... wet?
Yvette cleared her throat and started to put the dishes away from breakfast.
“I’ll make us some lunch, darling,” she said and got busy.
Sam felt lost. He fidgeted a few moments and then left ... for the bathroom.
He found himself in a much too common situation now. By the bathroom sink, with a hard-on caused by ... his mother.
He felt a bit ashamed, but he had no real choice. He had to rub one out again.
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