Coupled With Mom
Copyright© 2026 by Guzzler21
Chapter 7
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 woke up. It was dark.
At first, he wondered why he woke up, but the uncomfortable aching of his hard-on made itself known. But there was something more...
He blinked a few times. The streetlight shone up the bedroom good enough for him to see a bushel of hair splayed over his chest and stomach.
It was his sweet, sleeping mother who was using his stomach as a pillow. She had her face turned away from him ... turned towards ... he could feel her calm breath on the tip of his throbbing boner.
From the feeling of her breath, her mouth must be no farther than an inch from it!
Sam heared a car on the street outside. Turning his head, he saw that the clock by his bed says 5:02 a.m.
That must be the security guard doing his rounds. If his mother’s theory is correct, he’ll be checking them out through the window as he passes by.
What to do? He doesn’t have time to wake his mom up to fake some lovemaking. It feels a bit mean to wake her up also. But he did fall asleep before they could fake anything for the guard’s 10 o’clock round. Damn.
If he doesn’t see them in some kind of sexual pose for two by-passes, he’ll surely report back to the bosses, and their fake marriage might be scrutinized more.
Sam’s still drowsy, his mind was racing. But ... with her head on his belly like this, so close to his dick. It might just look like she was giving him a nighttime blow job.
Unless the guard could see that his tip wasn’t actually in her mouth, of course. But could he? From the street, in his car? Nah...
What if he had binoculars? In an attempt to make sure the guard couldn’t see that Yvette wasn’t actually sucking him off, Sam carefully tried to slide himself up in the bed a little. Hopefully, his mother’s head would cast a shadow over his privates, and that way, the guard wouldn’t be able to tell that...
His thoughts stopped abruptly.
As he raised his upper body slightly, his mother’s head inched down, just a little. Just enough. He now felt her lips encircling the top half of his swollen tip!
The feeling was startling. The contrast between the cool air on his sensitive skin against the wet heat on the part that was inside of his mother’s lips was incredible!
Sam tried to slide downward again, but his mother’s mouth followed along and even sank down further on him. His whole glans was now inside of her mouth. She rustled slightly in her sleep and gave off a faint moan.
Sam laid as still as possible. He could feel his cock pulsating and his tip throbbing inside of her closed lips.
The car outside passed by slowly.
Ever so slightly, Sam rocked his hips. Just microscopic, small movements. He felt the tip of his dick slowly bobbing in and out of her mouth. The feeling of his corona slipping past Yvette’s closed lips was electrifying.
He wanted to take the back of her head in a tight grip and just go at it. But he didn’t dare.
As the security guards’ car rolled away, Sam stilled himself.
The only thing moving now was the pulsations of his erection, his glans planted firmly in his mother’s mouth. The only sound was the calm breathing through her nose.
Sam lay still in this erotic torture chamber.
It was impossible to fall back asleep. And today he was supposed to go back to work again.
It was hard to tell for how long he’d been lying there, with the tip of his dick still resting in his fake wife’s mouth. ‘Resting’ was hardly the right word though. It was more like if he had small micro orgasms every five minutes in there.
Now and then, but all too seldom, he could feel his mother’s tongue swipe at his head and the sounds of her burdened swallowing. Probably, he was seeping pre-cum in large quantities. It was amazing that she was still asleep.
Sam was tormented and stressed. He needed release, but didn’t have the heart to wake her.
But then something shifted. Was she waking up?
Sam leaned his head back slowly and closed his eyes. If she woke up with his dick in her mouth, it would be incredibly awkward.
But if he was asleep when she did...
Well, he couldn’t be blamed for that now, could he? Best to let her wake up and not have to face such an embarrassing moment.
He felt Yvette coming to ... at first, she was only moving her head slightly; her tongue felt as if it were probing the contents of her mouth. It felt so great. Her tongue, curiously figuring out what this swollen bulb inside of it was.
Then she went completely still!
Sam didn’t dare to breathe. He felt her hand slowly slide up to his stiff boner. It gently gripped it, and she lifted her head from his stomach. From the angle her mouth shifted at, with his tip still between her lips, Sam could calculate that she was looking back at him.
To check if he was sleeping, surely.
Sam did his best to relax all his muscles. Well, the one between his legs was out of his control, of course. But he had his mouth half open, he breathed as slowly as was possible, and let himself sink deep into the mattress.
To his enormous joy and surprise, his mom didn’t let go of his dick.
Instead, he felt her tongue getting more active and her grip on his morning wood tighten somewhat.
Yes! This was better than anything he could’ve hoped for. He was innocently sleeping, and his horny mother was having her way with him. Best of both worlds. Now he could pretend like nothing and still get the release he so intensely was wishing for.
As if not to risk waking him up, her movements were slow. Slow and deliberate.
She sunk her mouth down on him a couple of inches and slowly stroked his shaft with one hand. Her tongue ran in delicate circles around the head of his dick.
The heat inside of her mouth was amazing.
But having been so on the edge, for so long, Sam felt the tidal wave inside closing in.
He had to use all his might to pretend he was still sleeping as he felt himself exploding inside of her lips!
His hips bucked, but his mother held on. She kept his head inside of her mouth all the time and a firm grip on the base of his cock. Her tongue was lapping wildly, trying to shuffle the streams of his man juices away, swallowing and making clear for the next squirt.
Sam could hear her breathing hard through her nostrils as he was filling her gullet over and over.
Eventually, he ebbed out. Still pretending to sleep, he gave off a sleepy moan to emphasize that he was having a ‘good dream’.
When he had stopped flowing and could feel himself growing softer in her hand, she gave him a few gentle sucks and finally let him slip out of her lips.
She laid his semi-hard manhood down on his belly, and he could hear her swallowing away the last of it as she laid herself down beside him.
Yvette let out a pleased sigh, and then all was quiet again.
Sam felt like the luckiest man alive.
Suddenly, he was jolted awake!
“Get up, honey. It’s time for work,” his mother chirped as she came into the bedroom.
Sam looked down; he was covered by the blanket ... and he didn’t have a raging boner, for once.
“What is it, sweetie?” his mother asked with a smile and a sly grin, “You feelin’ alright?”
“Yes ... very,” Sam answered, wondering if the expression on her face was to be interpreted as if she had a secret he didn’t know about. She seemed overly cheerful and probably thought that Sam didn’t know what she did to him earlier this morning.
Sam thought that this was behaviour he wanted to encourage. What if his mother thought that she had come up with a genius and secret way to give him release without her poor son having to feel awkward about it? Oh yes ... this could serve him very well.
“This is actually the best I’ve felt since we moved here, Mom,” he said with a smile and stretched his arms up in the air to get into the sitting position in the bed.
“I’m glad to hear,” Yvette answered with a look that made it clear to Sam that she must’ve thought he slept through her mouth massage.
Sam got dressed quickly and was served some juice and coffee. Just as he was about to go out the door to get to work, Yvette stopped him.
“I see the neighbor from across the yard. Make sure you sell our good-bye kiss now,” she said and opened the front door for him.
Sam grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Her soft lips engulfed him, and her tongue went haywire in his mouth. It was as if she’d been yearning for a kiss for ages. Getting a bit carried away by the sudden intensity of the kiss, Sam’s hand instinctively snuck his hand up and pressed her firm breast. His mother moaned in his mouth, and her tongue chased its way deep into his mouth before their faces parted.
They both had to catch their breath before Sam could make his way to the car and drive off to work.
It was a bit intimidating to come back to the office. He’d been there before, but ... now he was there in the capacity of his new persona. He felt different now. He was supposedly a married man. He had a home, a beautiful wife, and was set on his path to a lustrous economic career!
All his co-workers greeted him back, and he had to answer all the usual, friendly questions about how he’d settled into his new home and so on.
At first, it felt as if everyone saw right through him. Like if they all knew it was just an act and at any moment he was going to be called into the boss’s office and get fired for lying about his relationship.
But as the day moved along, he felt more and more comfortable. It was just his mind playing tricks on him. No one suspected anything. He was home free!
Until he saw his boss come heading towards his desk. Sam felt a chill down his spine.
This was the guy everyone was reporting to.
He was the one that had heard about him and his mom ... wife, not being cuddly enough.
The boss was the one who had ordered the therapist to come to their house and have her sessions with them.
Sam got nervous now. Nervous that he’d say something wrong and spill the beans or something.
“So, Robert, glad to see you back at the office,” he roared.
Mr. Jackson was an old-school ‘boss’ type. A heavy-set man with a big belly. He always spoke way too loudly and looked very dominant. His posture, his size. Everything about him screamed, BOSS!
“I talked to Dr. Emelie,” he began, and Sam’s heart took a pause. “She tells me you responded very well to her relationship treatment.”
Sam’s heart got back on track. “Yes, yes. She was very helpful. Thank you for that. I didn’t know the company even had its own relationship staff in the neighbourhood,” Sam said, relieved that Mr. Jackson seemed to have gotten positive reports back and hopefully had no suspicions about him and his marital status.
“Oh yes. I like to know everything that’s going on amongst my trusted employees, you know. A happy and satisfying home life makes for better work at the office, is my rule,” his boss rumbled. “And on that note - I’d love to meet your lovely missus. I’ve only heard good things about her.”
“Of course, sir,” Sam responded apprehensively.
“Very good. How does tonight sound, around 8 p.m.??”
Sam hid his shock. “Yeah. That’ll be fine! I’ll just call the wife and ask her to get some dinner ready for us.”
Mr. Jackson seemed pleased and hurried along to whatever boss did around the office when they were not in meetings.
Sam sank down at his desk. He felt drained just from that short conversation. And now he was having his boss over for dinner ... tonight?!
He quickly called his mother and told her what was up. To his amazement, she seemed thrilled about it and promised to cook up something good for him.
The anxiousness he’d felt about his boss coming over subsided as the day went on. His mother’s calm positivity shrouded any worries he had about it. Well, most any worries.
Now he felt very much like a son again. Mommy fixes everything. Anytime a worry arose, his mother was there to comfort him and solve all problems.
He really loved her. And he really loved ... being ‘married’ to her. The memories of this morning came back to him. He had to make his way over to the bathroom and rub one out.
He couldn’t be walking around the office with a bulge in his pants. That would probably not make his work life more comfortable.
After lunch, Sam had some free time and started searching the web for information about the history of the company he was now in. He couldn’t really get his mind off the rumours about the company spying on him and neighbours reporting back to the boss and stuff.
It all seemed too weird. Like a conspiracy theory or something.
But what he found didn’t really alleviate his concerns.
It seems that the boss’s father had been some kind of cult leader back in the day. Some form of purist, religious community. There were a few old articles to find about how this community had dealings with the local council and stuff, but nothing definitive.
Until he found that the name of the company was an acronym derived from the old cult’s name!