Mom’s Awakening: The Return Home - Sex Stories

Mom’s Awakening: The Return Home

... triangle-shaped fabric that barely held my tits in place. Robbie circled my nipples, making them grow taunt. I pushed my chest against his fingers, hoping he would take the hint to play with them more.

I moaned around his dick as he rolled my erect nipples between his thumb and index finger. After all these years of marriage, Robbie knew what I liked.

"You better stop, or I'm going to cum," he informed me.

I reached for my tiny G-string, about to take them off, when Robbie grabbed my hand.

"Please keep them on," he said with desperation in his voice.

It was clear the micro bikini was having the desired effect on him.

I pulled the fabric to the side and watched him run his cock between my smooth, hairless folds. Slowly I mounted him, taking his dick deeper and deeper inside me.

I couldn't remember a time when his cock felt so huge. It was clear something had him excited. I couldn't help but wonder if it was me or the outfit he saw his daughter in.

Dirty thoughts swirled through my mind as I rode my husband's cock. I wrapped my right arm around his neck while leaning back on my left hand. I bounced on his engorged member, enjoying the feeling of him pulsing inside me. I energetically rocked back and forth as he met my every movement, thrusting his swollen member into me. The two of us were covered in sweat from our enthusiastic fucking.

"Cum with me," I yelled as I erupted over my husband's dick.

A warm flash of my wetness enveloped his cock, ...

... causing him to cum alongside me. Spurt after spurt of his creamy spunk filling my cunt. It felt hot as it leaked out of me, a feeling I loved.

"Well, that was a great welcome home," I joked.

"If we have sex like that after every time apart, maybe one of us should go away more often," he laughed.

"I'm going to go clean up," I said, our combined juices dripping down my thigh as I walked away.

After washing up, Robbie joined me in bed, and we blissfully fell asleep.

Over the next several weeks, we fell into a familiar pattern. Robbie and I would leave for work in the morning while Rachel lay by the pool and hung out with her friends.

Rachel and I would occasionally steal kisses, but it had been weeks since I dared taste her sweet pussy. We would share passing glances and little touches, but we feared Robbie would notice if we disappeared together.

Being surrounded by Rachel yet unable to fuck her was driving me crazy. Her tight little outfits did little to hide her sexy body, and the little fashion shows she would put on before going out with her friends were clearly done to tease me.

Several nights after Robbie went to bed, I found myself in our spare bedroom, a toy in hand, fucking myself silly thinking about our daughter.

"I need you," Rachel whispered one morning, pulling me into her room.

"Rachel, we talked about this. Dad is home. We can't do this," I retorted.

"He is in the shower," she smiled, pushing me against her door.

I was taken aback ...