Coupled With Mom
Copyright© 2026 by Guzzler21
Chapter 9
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
They came to bed later than usual, and the security guard’s car had already passed by their house. But Sam was spent and didn’t mind that they didn’t have to fake intercourse just now.
But as he was falling into a slumber, he could hear a soft humming from his mother’s vibrating dildo under the covers.
She was doing her best to keep still and be quiet, thinking Sam was already asleep.
It was a sensual feeling, lying there, knowing his sexy mom was driving the joy toy into herself, and when she finally tensed up, she only let out a slight whimper.
Sam felt he could now relax and drift into sleep.
As usual, Sam woke up at around 5 a.m. from his mother gently sucking him off. He had become quite good at pretending to be asleep and could now enjoy her treatment of his morning wood without feeling any guilt.
He came in her mouth and fell back asleep until it was time to get up and to work.
He told Lucas that they were up for coming over to them on Friday.
Lucas was a bit too overjoyed to hear this. Sam felt a sting of jealousy.
He had mostly been thinking about how good it would feel to plunge his hard cock into a woman’s pussy and not so much about that Lucas would be doing the same to his mother.
But nonetheless, it was going to happen.
One more day passed, and night.
Sam and his mother had their routine down now. At 10 p.m. they either faked it missionary style or had Yvette look like she rode him and then let her dive down on his cock when he came. And as usual, his tip came dangerously close to her opening a couple of times, and only with great restraint was he able to not just let himself sink into her wet, meaty pussy!
Finally, it was ‘the Friday’. Sam had felt anxious all day and not really gotten much work done.
Lucas had been telling him what kind of drinks he was going to make and talking about their swingers meeting as if it was just a normal party event.
Nothing felt normal to Sam though.
He was going to bang his co-workers wife, and his co-worker was going to bang his mom!
Every time he thought about it, he wished that he and Lucas could switch places.
Not that his wife, Georgia, wasn’t hot, but ... Sam’s mom was so much hotter. He had feelings for Yvette, not for Georgia.
He comforted himself with some kind of feeble hope that it might be dark, Lucas and his wife might get very drunk and fall asleep, and Sam could maybe pretend that he was Lucas. Would Yvette notice? Would she mind?
But that would be crossing the line. The fantasy kept him calm at least. He tried to picture himself pounding Georgia instead of picturing Lucas ramming into his mother.
As he pulled up in his driveway and entered his house, he noticed that the air was thick with perfume.
His mother always smelled great, but was normally modest with her perfume. Now it was almost eye-watering.
He could hear his mom in the bathroom.
Yvette was on her knees on the bathroom floor, scrubbing with a towel.
She looked up at Sam as he came in. “Hey darling. I dropped the whole bottle of perfume and now I’m gonna have to shower ... again,” she said in a stressed tone.
She looked so hot down there. Her bathrobe was showing her ample cleavage swinging under her chest as she was moving her arm, swabbing the floor with her towel. Her hair was set up in a bun that was falling apart and her voluptuous ass was swaying enticingly from side to side. Sam felt himself getting engorged.
“But you need to shower too ... and I think it’s best that you get some release before we go over to the neighbours. We don’t want you to cum too quickly and deprive poor Georgia of getting thoroughly pumped, eh?” she smiled and stood up.
Her bathrobe fell open and Sam blinked in awe.
His mother’s nipples were still covered but there was a highway of beautiful skin exposed to him and his eyes of course settled on her bald pussy mound between her thick, strong thighs.
Yvette saw his gaze. “C’mon son, let’s get you into the shower.”
She quickly helped him undress and let the rest of her bathrobe fall. She almost shoved Sam into the shower and stood facing him. So close that his growing member was rising and sliding along her hip. Before it could rise fully, Yvette nimbly raised her leg and moved his meat log in between her legs. He could feel her steaming pussy lips parting on each side of his stem.
Without letting go of him, she turned and grabbed some liquid soap and poured it down her belly. The excessive amount trickled down to her pussy and over his dick.
Yvette started sliding her hips back and forth, keeping his dick in place with her clamped thighs.
“Do my bum,” she puffed and put her arms around Sam, lathering up his back and pressing herself closer to him.
The feeling of her big, firm breasts against him and his raging boner sliding back and forth between her pussy lips was as amazing as ever.
Sam began massaging her buttocks as Yvette increased the pace of her hips.
She was right, he was pent up, as always, and wouldn’t have lasted very long inside of Georgia.
Without warning, he came, hard!
Yvette clasped her arms around his waist and kept going. Even if he had wanted to, he probably couldn’t have gotten free. Sam had to use what was left of his senses to keep from slipping or falling.
His mother was now sliding along his pumping cock in a ferocious tempo.
It was both agonizing and awesome for Sam.
Finally, Yvette let out a little shriek and started shaking, still clinging onto Sam for all that she was worth.
They stood there for a while. The hot water cascading over them and all the soap and bodily juices washing away.
“Phew, we needed that, I think,” his mother finally said, panting.
They finished up and dried off. Sam went to the bedroom to get dressed, and Yvette began the laborious task of drying and fixing her massive head of hair.
For a moment, Sam thought of maybe going ‘commando’, not wearing any underwear at all. It was surely going to come off soon anyway, no? But he decided against it. It felt too presumptuous somehow.
But his dear mother/wife had made sure that he now only owned those tight tanga briefs, that were more like a cradle for his dick and balls, and when he got erect, only his ballsack was still in them.
Well, as long as he didn’t get hard, they would keep his dick in place well enough.
He picked out a nice black t-shirt and a suit coat and suit pants, also black.
It wasn’t a formal dinner or anything, but this was Sam’s go-to clothes when he didn’t know what dress code was expected.
He watched with interest his mother come in and start getting dressed. Her hair was still all big and fluffy, standing in all directions. She picked out a tight tube dress in dark blue.
Sam took notice of the fact that his mother seemed to have chosen going ‘commando’ underneath. He helped her clasp on a sexy beige bra, and she topped it off with a fluffy yellow blouse with generous cleavage.
She then put on a pair of sexy black leggings, the type that is still see-through, but gives the legs a darker tone.
After getting dressed, she scurried back to the bathroom. Sam went out into the kitchen and downed a couple of quick glasses of whiskey. He felt that he needed to get into a state of non-nervousness.
Lucas had already messaged him that they were welcome over any time. It was now about 7:30 p.m. and Sam messaged him back that ‘the wife’ was putting on her make-up.
It felt weird to write ‘the wife’ ... as if his mother was some kind of ‘ball and chain’, but Sam thought that it sounded ‘real’. He was always worried that he would slip up and expose them.
He didn’t dare to think about it, but ... they were in deep now. He couldn’t imagine the ramifications of them getting caught in their deceit.
He swallowed another quick drink and poured one for his mom.
As he snuck into the bathroom to serve her, she was in full swing of setting her hair up in two long ponytails. Her make-up looked fantastic. Almost a little too fantastic.
Sam felt that sting of jealousy again. Was she dressing up so much for Lucas ... or was she just dressing up as women do?
He swallowed his darker thoughts and decided that Yvette was maybe as nervous as he was.
She blew him a kiss and sipped on her drink while finishing the last touches.
“Lucas said we’re welcome any time we’re ready,” he informed her.
Yvette got a serious and worried look, “Are we ready for this?”
“It’ll be fine, Mom ... ehm ... dear. You know we both need to get laid,” Sam smiled and was surprised at how calmed and comforting he managed to sound.
“Yeah, you’re right. But if you feel like you don’t want to - just tell me right away, and we can leave. OK?” she said and continued her make-up and hair.
“Of course mo ... of course,” Sam answered, still managing to be cool.
They were finally ready and took the short walk over to their neighbour’s house. Sam and Yvette walked hand in hand. Both feeling the other’s comforting grasp.
Georgia answered the door with a big smile!
She was dressed in a thin, flowery sarong that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her stiff nipples were hard not to stare at, and it didn’t look like she was wearing anything at all underneath. It was clear she’d had a couple of drinks already.
They both got greeted with hugs; her hug with Sam lasted a little longer than would be courteous in other circumstances. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his mother smile at him.
Somehow it felt good. It felt as if he got his mother’s approval of what was about to happen.
Georgia ushered them inside, and Lucas shouted his welcome from the living room.
Their house was set up in a different way than Sam’s and Yvette’s. Their kitchen faced the street, just the same, but on the left instead of the right of the entrance. On the right side, there was a large living room facing the street instead of a bedroom, like Sam’s house had.
Lucas came up and shook Sam’s hand in that macho kind of manner that guys do when they are eager but still want to seem cool. Then he complimented Yvette, eyeing her up and down with an impressed and leering way. He gave her a surprisingly gentle hug and had them sit down on the large, brown leather sofas. They had a fireplace on one wall.
Georgia came strutting in with some drinks for them.
Lucas was in party mode and loudly got through all the expected pleasantries of how glad they were to see them and how nice it was to have them as neighbours, and so on...
Sam tried to be relaxed and pretend it was just a normal start of a get-together, but he couldn’t take his mind off of what they were actually there for.
Whenever he thought he could get away with it, his eyes ran along Georgia’s body. Her thin sarong was very revealing, and it didn’t take much imagination to picture her naked.
She was indeed a hottie. She had smaller breasts than his mother, of course, and wasn’t as curvy. But she seemed very fit and toned. Her boobs jiggled enticingly with her every giggle and laugh.
Now and then, Sam also studied his mom. But she seemed super relaxed and cool. It was impossible to read what she might be thinking. But surely she must be thinking about the same thing Sam was thinking? That guy on the sofa across from her was later going to plunge his hard dick in between her legs ... jealousy stung again. Sam gulped his drink down in haste.
“Whoa there, young man. Don’t rush it. The night is still young,” Lucas jested and got up to give Sam a refill.
As Lucas was out in the kitchen, Georgia and Yvette got into small talk.
“You look really beautiful tonight. You look younger than ever,” Georgia gushed to Yvette.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Yvette replied in a mock Southern accent, looking away and pretending to be bashful. “You’re looking pretty hot yourself.”
“I know I’m not supposed to ask, but how young are you really, Yvette? If I didn’t know better, I’d guess you were no more than 22,” Georgia continued.
It was true, Sam’s mom looked really young, well, her face at least. Her body looked like a goddess of sex, but with those long pigtails and that make-up, her face did look very young, Sam thought. But the question got him a bit antsy. Surely his mother would not tell them her real age?
“Well, I’d never say my age, but I can divulge that I am actually a few years older than my husband,” Yvette answered and gave Sam a mischievous smile and wink.
Sam felt himself relax. Of course, his mom knew exactly the right thing to say. Why did he even worry?
Georgia continued her praise of Yvette, and Sam went out to the kitchen to Lucas instead.
He was pouring something from a mixer to a pitcher and had some soft radio music on in the background.
“Hey! Would you mind taking some of the snacks out of the fridge, Sam?” he asked without looking up from his task.
Sam went to the fridge, and there was a big platter of cheeses, olives, crackers, and bits of meat. It was all laid out nicely on some lettuce leaves. Sam took it out and set it on the kitchen island.
There was an awkward moment of silence. Sam wanted to speak but didn’t know how to start. Luckily, Lucas knew.
“So, how are you holding up?” he looked over at Sam. “Nervous, I bet? Don’t worry, man. There is no pressure. We’ll just have a cozy time, some drinks and snacks ... see what happens. You know.”
“Yeah, sorry. I ... we haven’t done this before, you know. I’m just ... well, Georgia is looking hot as hell tonight, eh?” Sam tried ... the last part, not sounding casual at all.
“Yeah. She’s really been looking forward to this a lot. She talks to your wife during the days, you know, and the word is that you’re a real stallion in the sack,” Lucas said, giving Sam a sideways look. “So she’s ready to go at a moment’s notice. But don’t worry. I’ve told her you’re new to this whole thing, and I made sure she knows not to push you.”
Sam felt bewildered. Partly because of the fact that it seemed he could jump Lucas’s wife at any time he pleased and partly because he never realized that Georgia and his mother had even talked that much ... and about such things?!
“Thanks ... ehm ... just one thing...” Sam started a sentence he hadn’t really thought through. “What about, well ... you know ... the neighbours? I mean, if anyone sees us ... through the windows, you know?”
Lucas had finished his mixing of drinks and gave Sam a full glass. “Hey, I know what you’re thinking. The stuck-up bosses wouldn’t like this sort of immoral thing, eh? Don’t worry, we’ve got it covered.”
He put his hand on Sam’s shoulder and led him through a short hallway and then to their master bedroom to the right, facing the backyard. Sam could hear Yvette and Georgia chatting it up in the living room.
Lucas stood in the middle of the bedroom. A large, curtainless window was facing the backyard. It was getting dark outside.
“In here, anyone could see us,” he said and then changed to a sly whispering voice. “The neighbour behind us has cameras up,” he nodded in the direction of the neighbour that lived behind both of their houses.
“I’m pretty sure he reports back to HQ all the time,” Lucas whispered, “ ... but we’ve solved it like this,” he said and led Sam into a hallway going from the bedroom towards the living room. It was just a short hallway, but had an alcove to the left in which there was a sofa against the wall.
He closed the door behind him and then went up to the other doorway, leading to the living room where the women were talking and closed that door too.
“Check this out,” he said and pulled at the bottom of the sofa.
It easily folded out to a queen-sized bed already made with pillows and sheets in a soft pink color.
“In here no one can see...” he winked, looking pleased.
When the fold-out bed was out, there was just a narrow passage between the doors. The bed took up almost all of the hallway. Lucas pressed the light switch on the wall and the light changed to a dim, warm glow from several LED-strips along the floor lining, giving the room a sensual glow from below.
Lucas looked pleased, sipped his drink, and then ushered Sam back towards the master bedroom, “C’mon, let’s get back to our ladies.”
Sam followed him back through the bedroom, via the short hallway, and out into the living room again, where Yvette and Georgia were sitting.
Lucas filled their glasses from the pitcher in his hand and sat down on the sofa beside Yvette. Sam got a little hesitant; the only free seat now was beside Georgia on the opposite couch.
Sam was afraid that this was a bit too obvious of a coupling, but he finally seated himself beside Georgia, and no one seemed to make anything of it.
As he sat down, either on purpose or by mistake, Georgia shifted in her seat and slid her hips closer to Sam. He could feel the outside of her thigh against his own.
She laid her hand on his thigh and made a toast. Her piercing eyes locked on his own. Sam felt himself a bit flustered but clinked his glass with hers.
Sam looked helplessly at his mother across the low living room table, but she was now busy getting compliments from Lucas on the other sofa.
He felt a little like he was trapped. Georgia’s soft hand gently caressing his thigh got his heartbeat going, and Sam now got nervous.
Luckily, the conversations kept going about mundane things - work, gardening, different recipes, and some short stories from their school years. Sam worried all the time that he was going to expose himself by saying something that would reveal Yvette to actually be his mother, so he let the others do most of the talking.
Georgia’s hand would sometimes sneak up higher on his thigh, and he could feel her pinky finger secretly probing towards his inner thigh.
He was really afraid to become erect here on the sofa. He knew it would show on his pants. His too-small underwear wasn’t going to be able to contain his dick if it grew.
But Georgia’s searching fingers were impossible to ignore. Sam could feel the familiar twitch in his nethers.
Over on the sofa across from them, he could see Lucas also clinging close to his mother. He would touch her arm as he spoke to her, sometimes bump his shoulder against hers, and such. But Yvette seemed to enjoy it and was just giggling along and looking seductive.
Sam tried to catch her eye every now and then, to gauge what she was thinking, but she kept avoiding his gaze, or Sam just had bad timing.
After a while of this, Georgia leaned in on Sam and whispered in his ear, “Can I show you something?”
Sam felt her firm breasts pressing against his arm and shoulder. Trying to catch his mother’s eyes was useless help, and he couldn’t think of anything to answer.
“Uhm ... sure...”
Georgia stood up and took Sam’s hand, “Well be out in the kitchen, looking for some candy,” she said to Lucas and Yvette who barely acknowledged her. They were involved in Luca’s description of what kind of drinks were the most exotic to ever have been made, or something.