Coupled With Mom
Copyright© 2026 by Guzzler21
Chapter 6
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
It was morning again.
Sam felt wakefulness creeping up on him. He was warm. Not in an unpleasant way. He felt relaxed. He was almost surprised at how at ease he felt. For once, it wasn’t his pulsating erection that woke him up. He was actually soft!
He sensed his mother’s soft, curvaceous body cuddled up to his side. Her arm was holding on to his shoulder, and her silky-smooth leg was laid over his own.
His left arm was embedded between her large breasts. It felt great to be so entwined with such meaty pillows.
But his mouth was dry, and he had to get up. This was the last free day he had before having to go back to work, like normal people.
‘Normal people’. There is a word. He couldn’t really see himself as... ‘normal people’. Normal people don’t live in a fake relationship pretending they’re married to their mother.
His mother was still asleep beside him. The early morning light shone in on her. She looked so beautiful, and only her lower body was covered by the blanket as usual.
Her big, perfect breasts rose and sank slowly with her calm breathing.
Sam smiled at himself. It felt good to be able to stare at her when she was asleep. He didn’t have to hide his lewd glances. He didn’t have to worry about ‘getting caught’.
He couldn’t resist the temptation. He lifted the blanket that was covering her hips.
His eyes widened, and he became fully awake!
Yvette’s small panties had slid to the side.
Her whole massive and bald pussy mound was exposed. Her panties had crunched up towards her thigh, and her slit was plainly visible!
Sam felt himself salivating. He quickly checked to see that his mother was still asleep.
When he was satisfied that this was the case, he carefully slid down a bit on the bed to get a better look.
He didn’t realize it, but his mouth hung half open as he studied her private parts intently.
Those chunky labia were moist and thinner, pink folds peeked through her slit.
Lowering his glance, he could spot a wet trail going from the bottom of her slit down to where her buttcheeks began to pout out.
Even the inside of her thighs looked a bit wet.
Sam absorbed as much of the view as he could and eventually covered her with the blanket again. He felt himself swelling. The relaxed and relieved feeling he’d woken up with was none gone.
Sam got up and got busy with his chores of the day to clear his head.
About an hour later, his sweet, sexy mother came to him as he was sorting through some folders in the kitchen. She was wearing a baggy, long t-shirt, and her hair was the usual morning mess. But she looked so hot and cute.
She gave Sam a warm hug from behind. He felt her thick breasts press against his back, and his groin activated again.
“Did you wake up without morning wood today?” she asked jokingly, and she tugged at the hem of his pants.
How...? Damn! She must’ve seen his morning boner while he was sleeping one of the earlier days, Sam thought to himself.
“Haha ... nah...,” he said, trying to sound unbothered.
“OK. Just let me know if you get ... uncomfortable ... so I can help you and we can give the neighbours something to gossip about,” she said and made her way to the shower.
Once she was done, they both sorted household things in silence during the forenoon.
It wasn’t an awkward silence in any way. Sam stole glances at his mother now and then.
She was wearing a jeans skirt and a bright pink shirt with a tight top under. Well, all tops were tight on her, of course. But he managed to sink his mind into what he was doing and his third leg kept at bay. Well, until...
“Oh! The mailman!” Yvette blurted out looking through the kitchen window, “I’ll get the mail and then you come out and kiss me,” she told him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Yvette set off through the front door. Sam hesitated, but he couldn’t pretend he hadn’t heard what she said. Looking outside, he saw his mother’s rolling hips making their way out to the mailbox on the curb. The mailman was there and had just delivered their mail.
Sam walked out. As he came closer, the mailman nodded him a greeting and moved on with his little mail trolley on wheels.
“Hey babe, any mail today?” he said as confidently as he could and laid a hand on his mother’s hip.
She turned around as if he’d pulled her towards him with a surprised gasp. Sam was a bit taken back. Hadn’t she just told him to come out after her? Now she acted ... ah ... she acted...
As the realization landed, Yvette rose to her tippy toes and closed her eyes. Sam got back into character and planted a kiss on her lips.
He imminently felt his mother’s slithering tongue force its way into his mouth, and she had his arm in a firm grip around her waist. To anyone else, it probably looked like he was the one holding her firmly though.
The French kiss lasted much longer than necessary to fool the mailman. He was already putting mail into the neighbour’s box down the street, and Sam could feel his pants begin to tighten. His bulge was now pressing against Yvette’s belly.
The kiss broke off, and she gave him a broad smile, and they shared a deep eye contact for just a second.
Those eyes ... she saw straight through him, Sam thought. But there was no judgement, no teasing. Just pure love.
They walked back to the house holding hands.
Back inside, they got going with what they were doing before. This time, Sam caught his mother sneaking peeks at him now and then.
He didn’t say anything. But it felt exciting. It was as if she wanted to say something, but didn’t.
It continued throughout the day, and after lunch, he’d figured out what her eyes were seeking. She was always glancing over at him when he stood up or turned her way. Her eyes were always drawn down at his crotch.
She was checking out to see if her son was hard or not!
Sam had a bit of fun with it. He deliberately positioned himself so that the front of his pants would face her often and enjoyed how he could get her head to turn whenever he did this.
Just as he was devising a plan to maybe let himself get a bit stiff, to see how she would react, the doorbell rang.
It was Dr. Emelie. She had a great big suitcase with her and asked Sam to help her carry it in. It was heavy, but not really a problem for Sam.
Emelie thanked him and opened it up. It was a foldable table of some sort.
Dr. Emelie started folding it out, and it proved to be a massage table.
“Today is your third and final session,” she explained. “You’ll give each other a massage.”
“You might want to change into something more comfortable,” she said, eyeing Sam’s outfit.
Sam was wearing cargo pants with a belt and a long-sleeved T-shirt.
“Yeah, okay. What should I wear?” he asked.
“Surely your beautiful wife can help you out,” she said and smiled at Yvette.
His mother agreed and brought Sam to the bedroom. She told him to strip and threw him a pair of grey sweatpants. They were the baggy kind, which made Sam relax a bit. He was already feeling tension in his nethers and was afraid his hardening dick might show through any tight kind of pants.
He was a bit hesitant about getting naked in front of his mother in broad daylight, but she quickly got busy getting naked herself. So Sam hurried up to change whilst she was busy putting on her favourite, fluffy bathrobe.
Sam purposely didn’t look at her. He knew he’d get aroused and start swelling if he did.
As he was putting a t-shirt on, Yvette stopped him.
“I can’t give you a massage if you’re wearing a t-shirt,” she scolded him in a friendly fashion, “Now come on.”
As they came out to the living room again, Dr. Emelie had set up the massage table. It was a beige thing with padding that looked like fake leather. On the top end of it was one of those padded rings that you can put your face in when lying on your belly.
Dr. Emelie didn’t manage to hide her gaze as Sam came in shirtless. He was kind of a hunk, that could not be denied. His tall, muscular upper body really did catch her eye as they walked in.
But she quickly became professional again and turned on some soft, ambient background music.
Beside the bench, she had a couple of small bottles with scented massage oil.
She explained to them that it was essential for a loving couple to be able to touch each other. Through the touch, one could really show one’s true emotions. Also, it was important to read the other person’s body language, because the ‘body can’t lie’, as she put it.
She asked Yvette to get up on the massage table and lie face down. When she had done so, she gently pulled the top of her robe down, exposing Yvette’s naked shoulders and back.
“Now, Mr. Robert, you stand here and hold out your hands,” she told Sam and dripped a little of the massage oil into his palms.
She instructed him to start gently on his partner’s neck and shoulders.
“Have you ever given your wife a massage before?” Emelie asked, noticing his stalling.
“Eh, no ... I mean, not like this ... eh, on a bench...,” Sam stuttered. He felt like a foolish little boy all of a sudden.
Emilie stood on the opposite side of the table, Yvette on her belly between them. She took his hands and laid them on her shoulders.
His mother’s skin was so warm. The doctor guided his hands to make circular motions over his mother’s back, now and then sliding up the sides of her neck.
Yvette whimpered with pleasure every time his hands pressed up her neck. Sam could feel her muscles under her skin. They contracted and relaxed in pace with his motions.
After a few moments, Emilie removed her hands from his and let him go at it on his own.
Sam quickly forgot about the doctor standing in the room. It was really nice to give his mother a back rub. Her breathing and quiet sighs let him know that she was enjoying herself.
Although it was sensual to be touching his mother’s naked skin like this, it was more romantic than ‘hot’.
Until Emilie interrupted him, “OK, now you move down to her legs,” she instructed and made Sam move down along the massage table.
She folded Yvette’s fluffy, pink bathrobe up a ways. Now his mother’s whole, curvy legs were out in the open, only her behind was covered by the bathrobe.
She dabbed his palms with some more of the slippery oil and put his hands on Yvette’s calves.
Sam stroked his mother’s lower legs up and down. She had really sturdy and firm legs. She probably had to have that, to support her heavy chest, he thought to himself.
“You can also move up the leg,” Emelie hinted.
Sam tentatively started moving his palms higher up on his mother’s legs. The closer he got to where the bathrobe covered her ass, the more she moaned.
Sam tried to gauge the doctor’s reactions from the corner of his eye, but she didn’t seem phased at all by his mother’s lewd sounds.
“That’s it,” she even said when his fingers slipped up high and touched at the lower part of Yvette’s buttcheeks.
“Now you can turn over, Mrs. Robert,” she said to Yvette.
Sam’s eyes widened as his mother turned over to her back on the massage table. Her big, heavy breasts were hypnotizing to watch as they moved with her upper body with a kind of delayed reaction. They looked huge, and her big nipples were fully erect!
Yvette was, of course, not wearing anything underneath, and Emelie tried to hold her bathrobe in place to cover her hips and pussy as she turned.
“Leave it. We’re all adults here,” she smiled, and the doctor backed off.
Yvette’s tits looked really big now on her chest. They sloped slightly out to her sides but were still firm enough to block her sight down. She laid her arms along her sides, which only pushed her swelling breasts together even more. Sam felt like he was staring intently at her nipples and cleared his throat in some half-ass attempt to seem unbothered.
“You have a really beautiful body, Mrs. Robert,” the doctor complimented. “Your husband is very lucky.”
Yvette only smiled and closed her eyes expectantly. Emelie poured some more oil in Sam’s hands and laid them down on the upper parts of his mother’s bulging breasts.
“This is where men often can get carried away,” she told him. “Although a breast massage is nice, it’s the nipples that are the most sensitive parts of them,” she said softly as if she was explaining it to a teenager.
“Make sure to also give them attention.”
Sam went to it. Carefully at first, not trying to avoid his mother’s stiff nipples, but still keeping his hands mostly around the sides of her swelling breasts.
He saw his mother’s face smiling with closed eyes. Whenever his palms would graze over her nipples, she’d open her mouth slightly and inhale. They seemed very sensitive indeed.
“You can also pinch them slightly,” Emelie said and leaned in from the other side of the table. “Like this.”
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