Mom's Awakening: The Tension Grows - Sex Stories

Mom's Awakening: The Tension Grows

... sound of soft music filled the air, and the scent of delicious food made my mouth water.

As we perused the menu, I couldn't help but steal glances at Rachel. She looked so beautiful, so alluring. The tension between us was palpable, but neither of us wanted to admit it.

We made small talk, discussing our day at the beach and the sights we had seen. But underneath it all, I could feel the electricity between us. My heart skipped a beat every time our hands brushed, or our eyes met.

As we ate our meal, the tension continued to build. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted Rachel and to feel her lips on mine. But I couldn't bring myself to admit that we both desired each other.

By the time we finished our dessert, I was practically trembling with lust. I wanted to reach across the table, take Rachel's hand, and tell her everything that was on my mind. But instead, we paid the bill and left the restaurant, our desire simmering just beneath the surface.

We washed up and said our goodnights when we returned to the room. Some of me hoped for a ...

... repeat of the previous night's incident but felt horrible about it.

I lay in bed tossing and turning, the day's events running through my head. Rachel and I came on this vacation to help me loosen up and find myself away from the prying eyes of our community. Yet, somehow, it has taken on a very sexual turn.

Rachel openly masturbating in the same room as me, and me joining her seems to have been the tipping point of something that had long simmered in my daughter.

While I knew that Rachel reevaluated her relationship to her Judaism while away at school, I thought that meant reassessing her connection to god and deciding to wear less modest clothes. My sheltered mind never imagined that meant her masturbating and hooking up with her friend.

Yet, I couldn't deny that the image of Rachel with her hot, young roommate masturbating in bed together turned me on.

I lay there for hours, struggling with my guilt. Yet, with every passing moment, the wetness between my legs grew. I rubbed my legs together, hoping to stave off the achiness growing between them, but it...