Coupled With Mom
Copyright© 2026 by Guzzler21
Chapter 8
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
Something moved.
Sam realized he was awake, but not why he had woken up. It was still dark outside.
His blurred mind was slowly sensing its surroundings. He felt his mother moving beside him.
Her body heat was intense beside him. Was she dreaming?
He could hear faint moans. Maybe a nightmare?
As his brain got more awake, Sam realized that her motions were rhythmic ... and there was a subdued buzzing sound coming from under the covers.
It took much too long, but Sam finally put two and two together. His sexy mother was getting herself off ... with her big, black toy. Right there under the covers, beside him.
He pretended to keep sleeping, enjoying the lustful sounds she was trying not to reveal.
Behind his closed eyes he could picture her, her small hand, pushing the base of that dildo into herself. Imagining how it was sunk in between her swollen pussy lips. How wet her insides must be.
Slowly a thought formed. His lips didn’t move, but in his thoughts, Sam grinned. She thought he was sleeping, innocently sleeping.
Sam turned on his side, towards her. To make it more believable he emitted a sleepy yawn. He never considered himself much of an actor, but...
His mother froze instantly and became still. It sounded like she was holding her breath.
Sam rustled again, as drowsily as he could, he dragged his hand up to her chest. His hand found her far breast, and he let his palm rest on top of it. Her big, stiff nipple, prominent under his palm.
He could feel his mother carefully trying to breathe, making her motions as undetectable as possible, trying not to risk him waking up.
In his ‘sleep,’ he began slowly kneading her breast softly. Yvette gasped beside him. He felt her legs tremble down there. The only sound detectable was the muffled buzzing from the toy inserted in her most luscious spot.
Sam moved his leg up between her thighs and again made a sleepy moan to really sell it.
He pressed his muscular thigh in between his mother’s rounded and soft legs.
When his leg pressed up far enough, he felt the buzzing toy against his skin. The base of it was now trapped in his mother by his leg.
He felt her tremble beside him. Her breathing, less and less controlled but still trying not to budge.
On his skin, he could feel wetness seeping from the base of the toy inserted into her swollen pussy. He could hear her faintly whimper.
Then she grabbed one of the extra pillows beside her and covered her face. From behind it, he could hear a stifled squeal.
Her whole body tensed up as she climaxed beside him in bed.
Sam felt pleased inside. He helped his mother cum. He paid some back to her. She had gotten him off so many times already; it was only right that she got some release too.
When her slow spasms ebbed out, Sam rolled his hips back and let his heavy leg slide off of her, but he kept his hand on her big breast. It felt so cozy to hold on to it.
He could sense her turning off the toy and heard a quiet squishy noise as she removed the dildo from her moist folds.
Yvette let out a deep and pleased sigh before she snuggled up to Sam’s ear; the heat of her lips was blistering. They both fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, Sam had to rush. Both he and his mother had been snoozing far too long.
Yvette excused herself for not getting up and making him breakfast, but she did give him a loving and sensual kiss before he had to run.
Back at work, Sam had to relieve himself twice in the men’s room during the day. His mind kept wandering back to his incredible and sexy ‘wife’ waiting for him back home.
A new sort of normal settled into their schedule.
The next few days rolled on as follows. His mother would get up before him and have some breakfast ready. They often made sure to French kiss outside of the door before he left, making sure that either the neighbour lady from across or some passing car could see them.
Sam slaved away at the office and was then greeted by Yvette when he came home. She always had something suggestive on. Her tits threatening to fall out of her cleavages, or short skirts, showing off whatever sexy lingerie she was wearing. Either that or extremely tight tights, without any underwear on.
She seemed to enjoy tormenting Sam, knowingly making him hard as a rock and often being close to him, brushing her hot curves up against him without provocation.
In the evenings, she would let him release himself between her always slippery thighs, making sure they were visible through a window. Once she even jerked him off in the shower. That was glorious, but Sam was puzzled with that one afterwards.
When they were in the shower, no neighbour spies could see them? Did she just do that of pure lust or did she get so into their fake marriage and sexy acting that she just forgot?
But Sam didn’t mention it or complain. He instead hoped it would happen again soon.
At night, they always made sure to get to bed and commence some sexual act by 10 p.m. so the security guard would have something to report back to whomever received that information. Mostly, they did it missionary style with Sam on top, sliding his rock-hard log over her slippery mound and between her pussy lips.
But one time, they tried it with her on top. She sat on him and grinded wildly, flinging her head from side to side and making herself cum all over Sam’s sliding pole.
There were a few close calls when Sam’s swollen tip had bumped up against her opening. It was excruciatingly tempting. All Sam’s primitive mind wanted was to push into her wanting hole. But that would be the uncrossed line that they both so far had kept as their limit. But Sam did get the feeling that his mother was close to letting him press in. She probably wanted it as much as he did.
A couple of times, he had woken up at 5 p.m. also, with his mother’s mouth licking and sucking his hard on to release while he pretended to sleep.
Sam lived in a passionate but exhausting paradise. He constantly had to fight his doubts away, his doubts telling him that this was too good to be true. This sexy love he had with his mother couldn’t possibly last. But he swallowed it down. He didn’t even want to think about it ... but the fear was there.
One day during a coffee break, his neighbour buddy Lucas floated the idea of Sam and his wife coming over to them for a little ‘party’ on Friday night.
Sam was positive at the invite, but thought that Lucas had put some kind of strange emphasis on the word ‘party’.
He asked a little about it and Lucas soon divulged that he and his wife Georgia were so-called swingers. He was quick to make it clear to Sam that he didn’t mean to pressure him into something they might not be into, but was still wanting to extend the invitation.
Sam felt his cheeks get red and heard the blood rushing through his ears.
It was of course an awkward situation and he felt uneasy.
He was, as usual, horny as hell as it was near the end of the workday and he’d been fantasizing about what sensual getup his mother would be dressed in when he got home. And nowadays it was automatic that he would get a couple of climaxes during the evening and night. His body was already in gear and just waiting to get home to his sexy love.
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