Mom’s Awakening: The Return Home - Sex Stories

Mom’s Awakening: The Return Home

... by Rachel's aggressiveness, but as Rachel slid her hands up my inner thigh, moving ever closer to my increasingly wet pussy, I eagerly spread my legs.

I knew I should stop her, but the silky touch of her fingers drove me wild.

"Rachel," I moaned, melting into her touch.

My daughter leaned in, our lips meeting for the first time in a week. All my memories of our time in Miami flooded my mind, reminding me of my desire for this sexy woman I raised.

I trailed my hand up her stomach before cubbing her breasts over her oversized sleep shirt. Pressing my palm against her sensitive nipples, I felt them grow harder with every touch.

I nibbled and licked my daughter's lips, our kiss becoming more ferocious with every second. Rachel's hand finally made its way to my drenched cunt. She slipped her fingers into my soaked underwear, making me moan into her mouth.

Rachel's rubbed her fingers up and down my slippery labia before gliding over my engorged clit.

"Yes, make Mommy cum," I begged, unable to control myself any longer.

Rachel's fingers went to work gently but firmly, circling my clit.

I continued kissing my daughter, hoping to stifle any moans. My body screamed for relief, erupting with an energy I had not felt since Miami. With every passing second, I felt myself getting closer to exploding.

Rachel could sense the growing tension in my body and increased the speed of her movements. I ground my hips into her hand, needing the release.

My chest ...

... heaved up and down, and my face flushed as my orgasm finally hit me. My knees went weak, making me drop to the floor.

"That was hot," Rachel whispered before kissing me sweetly on my forehead.

"Rachel, that was amazing. I missed you. I want to return the favor, but..." I said before Rachel cut me off.

"You have to get to work, and we don't want Dad to find out. I understand. There is plenty of time," Rachel smiled.

I quickly straightened myself up and slipped out of my daughter's room.

Moments later, Robbie came out of the bathroom. "Ready?"

"Yeah. Thanks for dropping me off today. Rachel said she wants to go shopping at the mall and needs my car," I said.

"I'm just happy to spend a little extra time with my love," Robbie exclaimed.

The love radiated out of my husband, and I was reminded how lucky I was to have such a wonderful man as my spouse.

Yet, as I sat at work, I thought only of Rachel. This morning's action was exciting but dangerous. What if Robbie had caught us? I doubt there would be a good explanation for why our daughter was rubbing me off to a powerful orgasm.

The more I thought about Rachel, the wetter my pussy became. When I eventually went to the bathroom, I noticed my underwear was drenched in my juices.

I knew I needed to do something about my relationship with Rachel, but I wasn't sure how to do that without losing the life I created for myself.

There was an awkward quietness at dinner that night. I couldn't bring myself to ...