1. Mom's Awakening


    Date: 12/12/2023, Categories: Incest Fantasy, Author: Grenefire 

    ... rubbed my back, and just held me. She had no idea what was wrong but knew her mother needed comfort.

I finally spoke, "I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have cried like that."

"Don't be silly. I could tell something was off. Just tell me. It will make you feel better," Rachel said, holding me close.

I took a deep breath, unsure of where to begin. I briefly looked at Rachel. Her deep brown eyes felt like they were penetrating my soul, seeing me in ways I wasn't even sure I saw myself.

Rachel was beautiful. She looked so much like me when I was her age. An age where I still felt like there was still so much possibility.

With one last deep breath, I spoke. "I feel so stuck. I just don't feel like I fit in the community anymore, and I worry what would happen if I ever said that out loud to anyone," I bluntly said.

"Oh, Mom. I know how you feel. You are not alone in this, though. I went through the same struggles this year, and I am so much happier now that I truly embraced the life I want to lead," Rachel said, still holding me close.

"I know you did, and I am so happy you found yourself. Dad and I both are, but this is different. You are only nineteen. You have your whole life ahead of you. I am already in my forties. I feel like I have wasted so much time and don't even know what I want. Heck, look at what you are wearing. You look so comfortable in your body. I could never wear that and feel so at ease," I explained.

"Mom, it took me a long time to feel this ...
    ... comfortable. You are seeing me at the end of my journey, not the beginning. I felt so exposed when I started showing more skin. And the guilt, oh my god, so much guilt. You have to be more patient with yourself," Rachel shared.

I could feel the love oozing out of every fiber of my daughter's being. I knew she was right, but it was still hard to accept.

"Thanks, sweetie. Don't worry about me, okay? I will be fine. I am going to go join Dad and head to bed. I'll see you in the morning," I hugged Rachel extra tight.

When Rachel woke up the following day, I could tell she was up to something.

She grabbed my hand and said, "Let's go shopping! Dad is at work. It will just be you and me having fun. No pressure. You don't have to buy anything, but I want you to see how it feels to wear something less modest."

I didn't know what to say. It was clear that Rachel had given this a lot of thought and meant well, yet I was scared. But Rachel was so enthusiastic that I finally agreed.

It was a hot day outside, and as we walked to the car, I couldn't help but notice how little Rachel was wearing. Her shorts practically rode up her ass, and her crop top barely covered her breasts. I thought of saying something but thought better of it.

As we walked around the mall, I felt a sense of nervousness building up inside me. I was raised in a Jewish community where modesty was highly valued. To abide by Jewish law, I had always dressed modestly in skirts and long-sleeved shirts. ...
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