Mom’s Awakening: The Return Home - Sex Stories

Mom’s Awakening: The Return Home

I anxiously paced in place, waiting for the airplane's door to open. My heart raced as I looked at my daughter, remembering the naughty things we did together on vacation. This past week with Rachel had been life-changing, and I had no idea what would happen once we left the plane and reentered our real lives.

"You okay, Mom?" Rachel asked.

I simply smiled at her, not wanting her to think I regretted our new intimate relationship.

Rachel smiled back at me before grabbing me by my hips and pulling me in for a kiss. I melted into her body, drawing this moment out as long as possible.

As I pulled away, I tried to speak before Rachel quickly cut me off.

"This past week with you has been amazing, life-changing really, but I get it if you want to pretend it didn't happen and we just go back to being mother and daughter," Rachel calmly explained.

I looked at her, saddened that she thought I could easily forget about what occurred between the two of us.

"This week was the best thing that ever happened to me. You are the best thing that ever happened to me," I said while pulling my daughter in for one last kiss before departing the aircraft.

Exiting the terminal, I put on a smile, not wanting to alert my husband that anything was wrong.

"Rachel! Sarah! Over here!" He waved at us.

It was clear he was excited to see us, but as we hugged hello, I wondered if he would greet us so warmly if he knew his wife and daughter had spent the week as lovers.

"Let ...

... me help you with that," Robbie said while taking my bag.

As he put my bag into the car, he bent over and kissed me. His lips were rough, and his stubble rubbed against my sensitive skin. It was a stark contrast to Rachel's soft, succulent lips.

A wave of guilt washed over me. I couldn't believe I was comparing kissing my husband with kissing my daughter.

"What am I, jello?" Rachel snickered at her father.

"I missed you too, Rachel! It looks like you got quite the tan," Robbie said, eyeing our daughter up and down.

The look in his eyes reminded me of my own. Momentarily, I contemplated whether he lusted after our daughter as much as I did, but I quickly dismissed that line of thinking. There is no way Robbie felt that way about Rachel.

The next day was Shabbos, which meant the three of us would spend the day together. In some ways, it was the perfect way to reacclimate to my Orthodox Jewish world. I had no choice but to wear my more modest clothes in synagogue, which made my decision on what to wear less stressful.

While there are many traditions around observing Shabbos, we spent much of the day with friends, eating and conversing. I was reminded of the joys of this part of my life. While I sometimes felt like an outsider in the community, I had many close friends I loved and loved me dearly.

As night descended and Shabbos ended, Rachel announced she was going out with her friends.

After showering, Rachel entered the living room wearing just her ...