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 towel. Her hair was still wet, while her dewy skin glowed. I couldn't help but be struck by how sexy she looked.

"You know you're not still at the beach. We wear clothes around here," Robbie teased.

"Oh, come on, Dad. I just got out of the shower and needed to grab my underwear from the dryer," Rachel explained.

"I'm just kidding. I'll never get over how much you have grown up while away at college," Robbie gushed.

"That's what happens," Rachel said, dismissing her father and walking back to her room.

"I guess she hasn't grown up that much," he laughed.

"She really has, though. Rachel has turned into an amazing young woman. She showed me a side of herself I had never seen while we were away," I stated.

"It sounds like you two really bonded while you were in Miami. I'm glad. I know how much you missed Rachel while in college, especially after she told us how she was questioning her Judaism," Robbie commented.

A half-hour later, Rachel came out of her room, all dolled up. Rachel's makeup was done perfectly; a dark eyeliner showed off her baby blue eyes, while a deep red lip made her mouth look delectable.

Robbie and I were stunned by her beauty. Her silver backless top hung down, showing off her voluptuous chest and tight abs. While her black mini-skirt elongated her legs, making her look taller than she actually was.

My husband seemed uncomfortable and quickly looked away, not wanting to glare at his daughter. Yet, our daughter was hot in a way that defied words, making it almost impossible not to notice.

While I gladly took in her sexy figure, Robbie did everything possible to move his attention away from her body.

"Just remember, don't drink too much, and don't stay out too late," he nagged her.

"Don't worry, Dad. Don't stay up for me," she announced before kissing us goodbye.

I couldn't help but peek down Rachel's shirt as she kissed me on the cheek. Rachel smelled wonderful, causing me to stop and take note.

My daughter sauntered to the door, her hips swaying, clearly putting on a show. I sat there wondering if Robbie detected the spark between our daughter and me, but quickly pushed that thought out of my mind.

"Wow! I can't believe Rachel just went out dressed like that. I guess we really don't have any say in what she wears anymore?" Robbie lamented.

"I think it is good for her. She has found herself. I have never seen her happier and more comfortable with herself. It is infectious!" I exclaimed.

"Well, feel free to dress like that for me anytime you want," Robbie teased, kissing me softly but intensely on my lips.

I could feel the lust dripping out of him. Clearly, a week without sex had him going a bit stir-crazy. Little did he know that seeing Rachel all dolled up had my juices flowing, and I needed as much relief as he did.

"Stay right there. I'll be right back," I announced.

I quickly rummaged through my new wardrobe, trying to decide what to change into. My drawer was full of the tiny new tops and skirts I had bought before vacation, yet nothing called out to me. Finally, the new red micro bikini Rachel pushed me to buy caught the corner of my eye, and I knew it was the perfect thing to wear.

I stripped off my clothes and carefully tied the barely there fabric onto my body before grabbing the body oil from my vanity and massaging it into my exposed skin. The oil made my freshly tanned figure glimmer from the overhead lights.

As I approached the living room, I decided to seduce my unexpecting husband. I stuck out one exposed leg, giving him a hint as to what was coming. It felt like a cliche from an old movie, but I knew he would like it.

"Ready?" I asked.

"You have no idea," he replied, his voice full of desire.

I saw Robbie catch his breath as I walked into the living room. His eyes were wide as he scanned my body. Robbie's mouth was agape, clearly unable to speak.

"Cat caught your tongue," I said.

I strolled over to him, allowing him ample time to take in my practically naked body. Running my hands over his chest, I could feel his defined pecs. While my husband was no adonis, he was in phenomenal shape.

"When? What? Wow!" He finally muttered.

"I guess you like what you see. You have Rachel to thank. She encouraged me to buy it while we were in Miami," I seductively purred.

Bringing Rachel up while being sexual with my husband usually was a no-no for me, but mentioning her tonight got my heart racing.

"I'll have to remember to thank her, I guess," Robbie uncomfortably said.

Robbie wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling me on top of him. I straddled his lap, feeling his stiff cock press against my barely covered bottom. My pussy leaked into the tiny sliver of fabric that covered my cunt as I ground my hips into his erect dick.

"I need you!" I whispered, nibbling on his earlobe.

He reached for his belt buckle and quickly undid his pants. With one big swish, I ripped my husband's pants off his legs, pulling his boxers along with them. His cock stood straight, screaming for my attention.

I slunk to my knees, trailing my nails down his thighs before licking the underside of his dick. His precum coated my tongue as I took the head into my mouth. The saltiness was a stark contrast from the taste of pussy I had been enjoying the previous week.

"Sarah, that feels so good. God, I missed your mouth. Take my cock down your throat," Robbie groaned.

I took a deep breath through my nose and slowly started taking his cock deeper down my throat. Robbie's cocked pulsed against my tongue, leaking more precum. I twirled my tongue around his cock, massaging it as I pursed my lips, pulling my mouth back to his head.

Robbie's hips bucked, pushing his cock in my face. I moved my lips up and down his length, enjoying the smooth, hard skin rubbing against my tongue. The longer I sucked his cock, the harder his dick became.

He reached down, slipping his hand into the 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 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 look at Rachel or Robbie.

"Are you okay, Sarah?" Robbie affectionately asked.

"I just had a rough day at work. I guess I'm tired," I lied.

As we went to the living room to watch TV, Rachel asked if she could show us some of the outfits she bought at the mall.

"This should be fun," Robbie said sarcastically as he plopped on the couch.

I sat beside him, my heart pounding, uncertain what we were about to see. Robbie interlaced his fingers with mine as he turned and smiled at me.

Robbie's sweetness made all this worse. I felt guilty as I excitedly waited for my daughter to show off her body.

"So, I picked up these jeans. They feel great, but I wasn't sure how they made my butt look," Rachel innocently explained as she walked into the room.

The dark-washed jeans were practically painted onto my daughter, showing her every curve. Rachel spun around, modeling her jeans, making sure we can clearly see her ass.

"They look fantastic. They fit you perfectly," I declared.

"Don't you think they are a bit tight?" Robbie noted.

"They are supposed to be tight, Dad. That's the style. Okay, next outfit," Rachel responded.

Rachel left the room, practically skipping with excitement.

"Holy shit! You could practically make out her vagina in those pants," Robbie yelped.

"Oh, really? I didn't notice," I snickered.

"Oh, you didn't?" Robbie chuckled as he tickled me.

The two of us were cackling wildly when Rachel returned to the room.

"Ahem," Rachel cleared her throat.

As I looked up, I saw Rachel in the same pair of jeans, but this time with a shimmering silver tube top. Despite having just finished dinner, her stomach looked flat. The tight jeans and her tiny top accentuated her hourglass figure.

"I thought this top would go great with these jeans. I know it's a bit much, but I love how it makes me feel," she explained.

I could tell Robbie felt uncomfortable looking at his daughter dressed so sexy. I knew he wanted to say something "fatherly," but he was determined to support Rachel's journey to find herself.

"You look great, hun," he finally said.

Without saying a word, Rachel spun around and left the room.

Minutes later, Rachel returned wearing a simple black slip dress. The dress was backless, while the hem was positively indecent.

"Wow," was all I could say when I looked up.

Rachel smiled. "I guess that means you like it. What about you, Daddy?"

"I don't think I could pull it off," Robbie joked, trying to ease some of the tension in the room.

"You do have great legs, Daddy," Rachel mocked.

"Daddy". The word just hung there. Rachel hadn't called Robbie "Daddy" in years, making me wonder what her intentions were with this fashion show.

Outfit after outfit was more revealing than the last. It was having a major impact on me. All I wanted was to take Rachel, pull her down on the couch, and make her lick my extremely wet cunt. To hell with what Robbie would think!

Yet, I held it all in, hoping that Robbie would feel as turned on as I was and fuck me silly before bed.

I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. There was Rachel, wearing a solid tie white string halter top open in the front showing off her voluptuous tits, paired with cutoff denim shorts.

The look screamed sex. There was no doubt about it: Rachel was a head-turner, and she would be turning plenty of heads in this getup.

"Ugh, you look amazing, Rachel, but don't you think it is a bit much?" I asked.

"It's supposed to be a lot. It isn't like I could hide these, so why not show them off," she giggled while cupping and jiggling her tits.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Rachel had given up any pretext of modesty and was giving in to her every urge.

"Well, they look really nice in that top," I smiled while blatantly eyeing her breasts.

"Good. Now I just need to find somewhere to wear this," Rachel muttered as she returned to her room.

"Why didn't you say something?" I smacked Robbie.

"What was I supposed to say? Put your breasts away? I've accepted that she doesn't want to dress the way we raised her to, and it is up to her to find her limits," he calmly explained.

I was shocked by his acceptance but could tell it came from a place of love.

"How would you feel if I dressed less modestly? At least around the house to start," I nervously asked.

"Sarah, I love you no matter what. What you wear or don't wear doesn't define how much I care about you," he gushed.

"Are you sure? I don't want to lose you, but I really want to explore a different side of myself. I have felt trapped in these clothes for so long," I finally admitted.

A flood of tears erupted out of me as I clasped Robbie's shoulder. Robbie hugged me tightly before gently wiping my tear-stained cheeks with his hand.

"You've been holding on to that for way too long. I love you no matter what, Sarah," Robbie told me.