Coupled With Mom
Copyright© 2026 by Guzzler21
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Before dinner, Lucas had given him a call, asking about the therapist.
Sam had told him it went well, and Lucas seemed pleased to hear it.
“Yeah, my wife and I sometimes book her when we feel we need an extra spice,” he joked and sniggered over the phone.
While Sam was on the phone, he heard Yvette talking to someone at the front door. When he finished his call, he went to see who it was and saw Lucas’s wife, Georgia, chatting it up with his mother.
She gave Sam a nod, “Well, I’ve gotta be going! See you later,” she said and left.
Yvette had a large pot in her hands, “Look what Georgia came with,” she smiled, “I think it’s a casserole.”
It smelled great, and Yvette made them each a serving. The food was still warm.
During dinner, she leaned in closer to Sam and told him in a low voice, “Georgia gave me the heads up on what’s what in the neighbourhood.” His mother looked around as if there would be someone eavesdropping on them and continued, “The lady with the dog, the neighbours across and behind us, and the security guards are the biggest snitches.”
His mother leaned back, satisfied in having gotten a scoop.
She continued to tell Sam everything that Georgia had told her. Apparently, the firm had a very strict and conservative view on how employees should live their lives. No one in the neighbourhood had ever had a divorce. If the slightest disturbance in a relationship was reported to the higher-ups, the therapist would be sent to mend the relationship.
Sam was flabbergasted to hear that when Lucas and Georgia first had moved here, they’d gotten the same treatment as Yvette and Sam got.
But they quickly figured out which ones were the ones reporting back to ‘HQ’ and made sure to always show their affection when these people were around.
The security guard makes his rounds at 11 p.m. and 5 a.m. in his car, checking all the houses and what goes on. That’s why no curtains are allowed.
Georgia had told Yvette that it felt strange in the beginning, to always have to have sex at a certain time each night, but she had gotten used to it and kind of liked it now.
Sam sat in awe at all this information. He had suspected something like it. The curtains, people all of a sudden being very concerned with his love life, etc.
That explained a lot. But he was also a bit relieved. This meant that no one was suspecting his marriage to be fake; it was just that ‘they’ wanted to see affection to feel that the relationship was ‘healthy’.
“But that’s great, Mom,” Sam whispered, “the neighbour out back must’ve seen us earlier and reported back that we were ... well, you know...,” Sam trailed off, feeling a bit embarrassed again.
He had been ‘pumping’ his sexy mom from behind on the couch! And just the thought of that happening got him feeling hot again.
“Yeah, but to be sure, we should adopt Georgia and Lucas’s routine too, I think,” his mother answered with a concerned look. “But I don’t know how much the security guard can see through our window, really,” she took on a thoughtful look.
“We’ll have to figure something out.”
They finished their dinner, and Yvette blathered on about things she wanted to put on shelves and what kinds of carpets they should have. Sam had trouble following the conversation. His mind was constantly dragging him back to the image of his mother’s well-formed waist and butt and his own hard rod sliding underneath it earlier.
He could still sense the feeling of her slippery thighs rubbing against his cock. Sam couldn’t help it; he got hard again.
To hide his erection, he stayed seated whilst his mother cleared the table. He felt bad about not helping, but he was a bit concerned about how she might react.
A part of him was wanting her to notice his erect condition with the hope that she again would offer to help him out. But another part of him was afraid that she might not ... and that would very much crush his ego and dream.
His plan was to sneak to the bathroom and jerk off when he got the chance, but his mother had other plans. When she’d finished clearing the table and putting away the dishes, she grabbed his hand and insisted on them watching some TV on the sofa.
Sam hesitated as she tugged at his arm.
“What’s wrong, son?” she asked with that concerned motherly look.
Sam couldn’t get the words out and just looked down.
His mother quickly got the gist.
“I see,” she cooed. “Don’t worry. That’ll come to good use tonight when we have to trick the security guard in bed,” she said and forced him along to the living room.
Sam felt foolish. Being led by the hand, his hard dick making an obvious tent in his pants.
“You just sit down and relax, sweetie. I’ll get us some drinks,” she said and sashayed back to the kitchen. Sam covered his strained crotch with the blanket on the sofa and tried to find a film they could watch.
As his mother came back, with a drink in each hand, Sam could see how her eyes went straight for his groin but looked disappointed when she noticed he’d covered himself.
Or maybe Sam was imagining things...
They spent the rest of the evening watching some film and sipping on their drinks. Yvette refilled them both twice and got a bit closer to him every time. By the end of the movie, she was leaning her head on his shoulder and holding on to his forearm between them.
Her touch was so sensual and soft. For a few moments, she felt like his real wife, almost.
Sam worked hard to not constantly peek down her ample cleavage.
As the movie drew to an end, he was dreading the inevitable ... bedtime. The time was about 10:15 p.m. and that security guard was supposed to make his rounds at 11.
When the movie ended, Sam was quick to make his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. His dick was aching and really needed a release. But it was as if his mother had read his mind.
“Don’t touch yourself, Sam. Save it for bed,” she half-hollered after him, a slight giggle seeping through.
Sam didn’t know what to do with himself. He pretended not to hear what she had said and rushed off to the bathroom.
Once there, he had to let his raging boner loose. It was at bursting point. It was, as always, pointing at a harsh angle towards the roof. Sam took a grip on it. All of his primal instincts wanted to give it a few strokes, but he was sure he’d come straight away if he did.
Did his mother really mean what she said? Was she just kidding? How did she know he was rushing to the bathroom to jack off? How were they going to fake sex now so the security guard would see it?
Was that even legal - to spy on your employees in the privacy of their own homes?
The flurry of thoughts and questions calmed his hardness down a little. Sam brushed his teeth and made his way to the bedroom.
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