Literotic asexstories – Mom's Awakening: The Return Home by grenefire,grenefire 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.
We held each other tightly until Rachel strutted in moments later.
Rachel strolled into the room with a confidence I hadn’t seen in her since our trip to Miami. Looking at her up and down, I was taken aback by what I saw. There she was, in a sheer short-sleeved crop top and leather shorts. Her blonde hair was slicked back, and she had done her makeup, giving her a smoldering smokey eye and glossy lip.
The shirt left nothing to the imagination, revealing a lacy bralette underneath that barely contained her breasts. The skin-tight top contrasted beautifully against Rachel’s skin, making her look ravishing.
Her sheer ensemble had transformed her into a vision I barely recognized. Gone was the shy girl we raised. Rachel stood there confidently, like a woman who knew how hot she looked.
“Rachel!” I breathed.
I am sure my unadulterated lust for my daughter was obvious, but I could no longer hide my feelings. Seeing Rachel in this outfit turned me on more than I knew possible.
Rachel spun around slowly, ensuring Robbie and I took in every inch of her breathtaking body.
The longer we watched Rachel, the more I saw Robbie shifting uncomfortably in his seat. As Rachel spun around again, I noticed Robbie’s hand quickly going to his lap.
“Oh my god, he adjusting himself!” I thought to myself.
Robbie was hard and leering at our daughter. There was a look of unadulterated lust in his eyes that I could tell he was trying hard to conceal.
“What do you think, Daddy?” Rachel wondered.
Robbie seemed like he was in shock. He couldn’t get a word out. I nudged him, bringing him out of his stooper.
“Ugh. Wow!” Robbie stammered before finally telling Rachel, “You look beautiful.”
Rachel strolled over to us. She quickly sat on her father’s lap, something she hadn’t done since she was a kid, and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks, Daddy. That means a lot. I’m off to bed. Thanks for the feedback,” she said before returning to her room.
After that night, I noticed Robbie eyeing our daughter every time she walked by. At first, I thought it was just my naughty imagination, but the longer it went on, the more I was sure my husband was getting turned on by our daughter.
Picturing Robbie fucking our daughter became a focal point in my solo play. I imagined Rachel riding her father while I watched from the corner of the room. I had the most overwhelming orgasms, touching myself to those fantasies, yet I was often wracked with guilt afterward.
It was bad enough that I slept with our daughter. I didn’t want to lead Robbie down this deviant path.
Around the house, I found every opportunity to wear my new clothing. While I did not dare to wear my less modest clothes around town, I reveled in wearing them at home.
At first, Robbie was shocked. He had never seen me wear crop tops or short skirts, but he complimented me and made me feel comfortable wearing what I wanted.
Every day after work, I would come home and quickly change. Which new outfit I would change into became something of a joke between Robbie and me.
One evening during dinner, Robbie commented on my new demeanor.
“You seem so much happier now. Lighter. It is nice to see,” Robbie acknowledged.
“I want you to know that I was never unhappy with you. I guess I just felt like there wasn’t space to fully explore who I was,” I explained.
“I get it. Please don’t hold back because of me. Feel free to wear what you want, where you want,” Robbie smiled.
“You sure you would be okay with me wearing this out?” I said, pointing to my sundress.
“I love you no matter what,” Robbie said, taking his hand in mine.
“Mom, let’s celebrate this. You and I should go shopping in the city this weekend,” Rachel remarked.
“That sounds like a great idea,” I replied.
“As long as I don’t have to sit through another fashion show,” Robbie joked.
The rest of the week dragged on as I counted the days until my date with Rachel.
As the sun peaked through the blinds early Sunday morning, I leaned into my husband. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have his support. Yet, I felt horrible for keeping my relationship with Rachel a secret.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered while kissing me gently on my forehead.
“Excited to have a day by yourself?” I teased him.
“Not as excited as I am to see what you pick up today,” he grinned.
“I thought you didn’t want another fashion show,” I said, poking him in the stomach.
He grabbed me, pulling me on top of him and kissing me with abandon. Despite his morning breath, I eagerly met his kiss, grinding my pussy into his morning wood. We made out like teenagers just discovering our sexuality.
“I’m more than willing to see you in sexy clothing,” Robbie moaned into my lips.
I reached for his cock, massaging it over his shorts. My mouth watered at the thought of taking his monster down my throat. I woke up horny, and I needed some relief.
I slithered down Robbie’s body, my hands trailing down his firm stomach. His cock tented, making itself known, screaming for my attention. I eagerly ripped his shorts off, licking my lips as his cock sprung to life in my face.
While wrapping my hand around his swollen member, I pictured Rachel’s hand joining mine, her messy blonde hair tickling her father’s thigh as we stroked his dick together, savoring the desperate look on his face. I wanted to suck my husband off with Rachel. Envisioning Rachel kissing me with her father’s warm dick between our lips made my pussy quiver.
“Are you sure you don’t want to see Rachel in one of her sexy numbers?” I purred.
“Wha,” Robbie started to say before I took his cock deep into my mouth.
I knew it was wrong, but teasing Robbie about how sexy our daughter was made me soaking wet. Bringing Rachel up in our bedroom, even in subtle ways, quenched a deviant part of me I didn’t even know existed until a few weeks ago.
Robbie ran his fingers through my hair, gently urging me to take more of his cock down my throat. His dick was warm and grew more swollen with every second. My lips slid up and down his cock, sucking along the way.
Loud moans escaped my husband’s lips, his hips bucking, while my hand ran up and down his saliva-covered cock. I trailed my tongue along the bottom of his cock, as my lips provided the suction I knew Robbie craved.
“I’m so close,” Robbie yelped.
I needed to be filled and quickly impaled myself on his rock-hard cock.
“Cum inside me,” I begged.
Moments later, shot after creamy shot filled my drenched pussy. I pressed my pelvis into my husband, grinding myself on him as he filled me with his cum. Rocking myself back and forth, I rubbed my engorged clit against his pelvic bone. His cum began to drip out of me, the final puzzle piece I needed to send me over the edge.
“Yes!” I screamed, not caring if Rachel heard us.
I collapsed on top of my husband as his limp penis slipped out of me. Rolling over onto the bed beside him, I cuddled into him. Robbie held me close as we lay there silently, simply enjoying the moment. After a few minutes, I decided it was time to start my day.
“That was amazing. I am going to go get some water. Would you like some?” I asked.
“That’d be great. Thanks, honey,” Robbie replied.
I threw on my robe and headed for the kitchen. As I entered the hallway, I saw Rachel leaning against the wall, with one hand down her pajama pants while the other massaged her breasts over her shirt.
Momentarily, I watched my daughter play with herself, enthralled by the naughty nature of her being turned on by her parent’s lovemaking.
“Ahem,” I coughed.
Rachel’s hand shot out of her pants, her face flushed from embarrassment.
“Mom!” Rachel shouted.
“What would have happened if your Dad caught you?” I asked, concerned.
“I am so sorry, Mom. I was going to the kitchen, and I heard you and Dad. I couldn’t help myself,” Rachel whimpered.
“Just be more careful,” I said before taking her pussy soaked fingers and bringing them to my lips.
I twirled my tongue around her slim digits, taking the time to lick off all of Rachel’s tangy juices.
“You think you could be ready in an hour?” I wondered.
“Yep. I can’t wait to spend the day with you,” she squealed.
Rummaging through my closet, I needed to figure out what to wear. I knew I wanted to look hot but also wear something practical enough to feel comfortable walking around all day. I slipped on a floral backless mini sundress that was so lightweight it almost felt like I wasn’t wearing anything. It was perfect for a sunny summer day like today.
The dress was seductive without being slutty. I wanted to feel hot, but I was still worried about being judged by women thinking I wasn’t dressing age-appropriate.
I put on a pair of strappy platform sandals and a touch of natural-looking makeup, and I was ready to take on the city.
Rachel soon met me by the door. She looked like a model dressed in her white spaghetti dress with cutaway sides. Despite seeing her in this dress the night of her little fashion show, I couldn’t help but be blown away by how sexy she looked.
The white dress contrasted sharply with her deeply tanned skin, and her lips glistened from her shimmering pink lipgloss.
“Wow!” I uttered.
“You like?” Rachel innocently asked while twirling around.
“I have never seen anyone look as beautiful as you do now,” I warmly smiled.
Robbie drove us to the train station, completely unaware of what this day meant to Rachel and me.
“Don’t get into too much trouble,” he joked.
As we waited for the train, my heart raced. While excited to spend the day with my daughter, I felt conflicted. I was madly in love with my daughter and desired her beyond words, yet I continually worried about how our relationship would impact my marriage.
Nevertheless, as the train pulled into the station, I took one look at Rachel, the sun radiating off of her blonde locks, and I knew everything would be okay.
It was a beautiful summer Sunday, and the train was packed. Rachel took my hand as we maneuvered through the throngs of people.
“Here we go, Mom,” Rachel said, pulling me into two seats at the front of the car.
“You can call me Sarah today if you want,” I smiled at her.
Rachel looked around the car, ensuring no one we knew was around us. With a mischievous smile, she replied, “How about I call you Mommy?”
I grinned wildly and slid my hand up my daughter’s bare thigh. “You can call me Mommy, but I can’t be held responsible for what happens when you do.”
The two of us broke out laughing like two young lovers. Rachel rested her head on my shoulder, interlaced our fingers, and held me close for the rest of the train ride.
As the city skyline came into view, I felt my excitement growing. I hadn’t gone shopping in the city in years, and I couldn’t wait to see where Rachel planned on taking me. Exiting Penn Station, we emerged into the bustling streets of New York City.
“So where to?” I asked my daughter.
“There are some shops in SoHo that I love,” she informed me.
Rachel took my hand and led the way. She guided me through the streets of New York, clearly relishing being in charge.
We spent the day going from one store after another. Rachel continued pushing me out of my comfort zone, encouraging me to try on more risque outfits. By the end of the day, we had bought more than we should have, but it was hard to say no when we were having so much fun.
Walking around the cobble-stoned streets of SoHo, I took in the palpable sexual energy of downtown. The streets were full of beautiful women, barely dressed, making me hornier than ever.
I leaned into Rachel, my lips grazing her earlobe as I whispered, “You are so beautiful. I am so lucky to have you as my daughter and girlfriend.”
It had been the first time I ever called her that, but it felt right in a way that I couldn’t believe. At that moment, I felt utterly at peace.
“I love you,” Rachel said, pulling me in for a kiss.
The kiss was tender yet full of passion.
“There is one more place I want to take you,” Rachel grinned.
A giddiness in her voice sent a tingle down my spine. I could tell Rachel was up to something, but I let her lead the way. I didn’t know where Rachel was taking me, but I had a feeling it wasn’t PG-rated.
As we turned onto Rivington Street, it suddenly dawned on me where she was taking me. While I had never been to Babeland, I had bought several vibrators from their website. I couldn’t believe my daughter dared take me to a sex shop, but I excitedly entered the store with her.
“Hi. I’m Jasmine. Let me know if you have any questions. I am happy to help,” the young clerk said.
Before I could say anything, Rachel spoke up.
“Actually, we could use your help. My girlfriend and I are looking to purchase our first strap-on, but we don’t know where to start,” my daughter explained.
I was shocked by Rachel’s pronouncement but grinned widely at the image of fucking Rachel with a silicon cock.
“Great! I’m a big fan. So the first thing we need to do is find you a comfortable harness,” Jasmine explained.
Jasmine led us to a display of harnesses. I was overwhelmed by all the different varieties, yet looking at Rachel, all I saw was glee in her eyes. She clearly was enlivened by all this.
“That one looks interesting,” Rachel stated, pointing to a simple-looking leather harness.
“That is a perfect harness for beginners. It is very comfortable and can fit a variety of dildos. Here, try it on,” she said, passing it to my daughter.
Rachel slid one leg up and then the other. She attempted to adjust the straps, pulling at the leather, but struggled to make it work.
“Let me help you,” Jasmine smiled, showing us how to tighten the harness correctly.
“This feels great, Sarah. I can’t wait to feel what it is like to have the cock hanging from it,” Rachel beamed.
We gasped as Jasmine handed us one of the sample dildos.
“I think this is a great dildo to start with. It works great with this hardness, plus it is pretty easy to clean and care for,” she said while helping Rachel insert the flesh-colored dildo into the O-Ring.
“What do you think?” Rachel bellowed as she shook her hips, causing the dildo to swing wildly.
“It looks perfect. We will take it,” I giggled.
As we left the store, I looked in the bag at our new purchase, “We have come a long way from buying less modest clothes.”
“I hope it wasn’t too much,” Rachel said, concerned.
“Sweetie, of course, it wasn’t. I can’t wait to try it. I just can’t help but laugh at how absurd this all is,” I explained.
Rachel kissed me gingerly before saying, “I can’t wait to see your face while I fuck you with it. Before we head home, how about we go for a walk in Central Park?”
“That sounds amazing. I haven’t been there in years,” I responded.
We walked around the park, talking and laughing for hours. There were moments when the whole world vanished; it was just Rachel and I. Eventually, we went to the Great Lawn and lay down on the grass.
As Rachel nestled into my bosom, I realized that things couldn’t continue the way they were. Rachel and I were no longer just mother and daughter, and I needed to find a way to embrace this new reality while maintaining my marriage.
I swept Rachel’s silky blonde hair from her face and looked into her doe eyes. “I love you beyond words.”
“I love you too, Sarah,” Rachel smiled.
After that day, I felt closer to Rachel than ever before. I was in love and felt on top of the world.
However, the first week of August changed everything.
“Rachel, you got a package,” Robbie called out.
Our daughter bounced down the stairs, excited to see what was in the box.
Rachel ripped open the box like a child on the first night of Chanukah. We were ill-prepared for what we saw when she opened the package.
Two custom-made latex catsuits and a handwritten note filled the box.
The note read:
“To my sexy northern couple. Sorry it took so long to get these to you. I hope you have a lot of naughty fun wearing them together. I hope to see you the next time you are in Miami. -Josie”
“What the hell is this?” Robbie cackled.
I didn’t know what to say. I looked at Rachel, hoping she could come up with some sort of excuse, but she, too, was frozen.
The tone of Robbie’s voice changed. “Seriously, what the hell is this? Couple? Why would she think the two of you are a couple?” Robbie snapped.
I collapsed onto the couch, my head in my hands. Tears streamed down my face.
“We, I, need to tell you something…” I said, pulling Robbie onto the couch beside me.
I filled Robbie in on Rachel and my budding romance.
“I, I, I need some air. It was one thing to support you wearing different clothes but sleeping with our daughter. How could you think it was okay to sleep with Rachel?” Robbie yelled.
I reached out for my husband, but he pulled away from me.
“Don’t,” he yelled. “I think I need some space. I am going to stay at a hotel tonight.”
With a slammed door, he was gone.
The next twenty-four hours were pure torture. I called out of work, unable to function.
Rachel and I sat in our living room, hoping Robbie would come home, yet uncertain what would happen when he did.
When Robbie finally returned later that night, I feared it was just to pick up his stuff.
“Robbie, please let me explain,” I started to say before he cut me off.
“I am sorry, Sarah,” Robbie said.
“No, I am the one who should apologize,” I pushed back.
“Let me talk, please,” he pleaded.
I was terrified to hear what he would say, yet I agreed to sit and listen.
“I’m sorry for storming out. I…” Robbie paused, looking unsure how to say what was on his mind.
“Robbie,” I breathed, pulling him in for a hug.
The two of us wept. Tears streamed down our faces, staining each other’s shoulders as we held each other tight. The love between us was palpable, feelings replacing things words could not say.
After a few minutes, Robbie continued, “All summer, I could tell something was up but chose to think it had to do with Rachel helping you find yourself. Then, the night she put on her little fashion shop changed things for me. It was the first time I saw my daughter as a sexual person, and I couldn’t stop. I began to fantasize about her, and I was wracked with guilt. Then, to discover that you acted on your fantasies, I took all my anger onto you. I was jealous. I am sorry,” Robbie admitted through his tears.
As Robbie and I talked things through, there was a knock at our bedroom door.
“Can I come in?” Rachel asked.
With a deep sigh, Robbie simply said, “Yes”.
Rachel walked in dressed in her latex catsuit. The suit clung to her body, her every curve showing through the shiny fabric. Rachel’s blonde hair was slicked back, allowing us to see her dark, sultry eyes and shimmering red lips.
“Daddy, I know this is a lot to take in, but know we didn’t do this to hurt you,” Rachel said while kneeling before him.
Robbie was speechless. He looked up and down Rachel’s tight body, uncertain how to process what he saw. Rachel was dressed sexier than he could ever imagine, but it was unclear what her intent was.
It was evident he was turned on by Rachel yet felt conflicted about his desire. I knew what he was going through. It is exactly what I struggled with when I awoke to Rachel masturbating in our hotel room.
I leaned into my husband, putting my hand on his thigh.
“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” I slyly asked.
Robbie simply nodded his head. I rubbed my hand higher on his leg, moving it closer to his hardening cock.
My heart was racing, yet time felt like it was standing still. We were on the precipice of something amazing, but I knew the wrong move could ruin everything.
“I love you so much, Robbie. The family and life we have built together are more than I could ever have imagined. But something different awoke in me on our trip. I didn’t go to Florida thinking Rachel and I would become lovers, but we did,” I stated.
“I…” Robbie began to say.
“Let me continue. I can tell by how you have been looking at Rachel that you are attracted to her. I know everything inside you is telling you it is wrong, but it isn’t,” I continued.
I reached out and pulled Rachel towards me. The anticipation in the air was tangible. Slowly, we came together, and our lips met. Rachel nibbled at my mouth before sliding her tongue over mine. I moaned into her kiss as I pressed my body into hers.
The rustling of Rachel’s latex clothing filled my ears, sending a shiver down to my moistening pussy. I ran my hands over my daughter’s latex-covered ass, pulling her into me as our kiss intensified.
I could feel Robbie’s eyes boring into us, yet he sat there frozen. I wanted him to join us and was determined to make that happen. My hand slithered up his thigh before settling on his engorged dick.
“Sarah,” he moaned.
I pulled away from my daughter and guided her toward her father. He sat there dumbfounded, watching his daughter straddle his lap. Rachel wrapped her latex-covered arms around her father’s neck and smiled at him warmly.
“I know you are confused, but I can tell you want this. Let me make you feel good, Daddy,” Rachel purred.
Robbie’s hips met his daughter’s small gyrations. While his mind was still at war, his body was already giving in.
I leaned into his ear and whispered, “Kiss her,” before bringing their faces together.
Seeing Rachel and Robbie kiss for the first time took my breath away. The kisses were small and gentle at first, not much more than pecks. Robbie was still reluctant, but Rachel was determined to have her way.
She began nibbling at Robbie’s lips, enticing her father to deepen their kiss. Robbie’s resolve loosened with every passing second, and he started to kiss back. Rachel ran her tongue over her father’s lips, teasing him. Her father finally gave in, his tongue meeting hers as they frenched kissed for the first time. Tongues and lips massaged each other while father and daughter succumbed to their base instincts.
Desperately needing a release, I trailed my hand down my chest, cupping my breasts. A loud moan escaped my lips, causing my husband and daughter to stop what they were doing and look at me.
Rachel reached her hands out, covering mine, massaging my tits along with me. Turning my head, I noticed Robbie rubbing his cock over his pants as he watched his only child molest his wife.
“Mommy, I want to see you in your catsuit. I’ll be right back,” Rachel announced as she bolted out of the room.
Robbie and I broke out in laughter.
“I guess as much as things change, they stay the same,” Robbie joked.
“We are all the same people. Never forget that,” I reminded him.
Robbie pulled me onto his lap, kissing me for the first time since he stormed off a day ago. Feeling his strong lips on mine reminded me of our love, and I knew then that everything would be alright.
Minutes later, Rachel returned to my bedroom with my latex catsuit and a bottle of lube.
“Help me get Mommy undressed,” Rachel commanded.
I stood there as my daughter and husband worked in tandem, quickly removing my clothes.
“Lift up your arms,” Robbie instructed me as he pulled my dress over my head.
Rachel wasted no time unsnapping my bra before bending over and tearing off my thong. My body tingled as my wet pussy and taunt nipples were exposed to the cool air.
“Watch, Daddy,” Rachel stated.
Without wasting a second, she poured a liberal amount of lube into her hands and rubbed it into my legs. The lube felt cold, giving me goosebumps, but my daughter’s slim fingers worked wonders as they glided over my body. Inch after inch, Rachel covered my body in the slippery substance.
“Wow,” Robbie muttered under his breath.
Rachel gently guided one foot and then the other into the legs of the suit. We carefully shimmied the latex up my body, taking our time to ensure we didn’t tear the delicate fabric. Beads of sweat began to form along my skin as we worked the catsuit upwards.
As Rachel pulled the catsuit over my chest and shoulders, the crotch of the suit rubbed against my clit, causing me to moan loudly.
“This feels so good,” I cried out.
“Wait until you are zipped in,” Rachel giggled as she reached for the zipper.
“Let me do with that,” Robbie said, pushing his daughter’s hand away and zipping me up from behind.
I couldn’t help but gasp as I was sealed into the snug garment. The latex hugged me in all the right places, acting like a second skin.
“One last thing,” Rachel beamed.
My daughter sprayed polish over the suit, her expert hands massaging it into the latex, enhancing its gloss. The catsuit shined in the light, making me appear luminescent.
Wearing my latex catsuit for the first time was an experience like no other. It intensified my awareness of my body, connecting me with an erotic side of myself long dormant. I felt like a sexual goddess come to life, powerful, in control, and needing to let loose.
I sauntered over to Robbie and pushed him onto the bed before quickly unzipping his jeans and ripping them off his legs.
“Come here, Rachel,” I demanded.
I wrapped my hand around Robbie’s cock, feeling it pulse in my palm. My mouth watered at the thought of taking his throbbing member into my mouth, but today required something different.
“Rachel, show Daddy how skilled you are with your tongue,” I instructed.
My daughter kneeled before her father. Their anxiety was noticeable despite their overwhelming desire for one another. This moment was about to change everything, and they knew it.
“Look her in the eyes, Robbie. Watch your daughter take your cock into her mouth for the first time,” I said.
Rachel twirled her tongue around her father’s cock head, tasting his pre-cum for the first time.
“Oh, Rachel! I never imagined,” Robbie moaned as he watched his daughter’s lips descend down his cock.
Our daughter bobbed her head up and down her father’s dick. Her lips created a tight seal, providing the perfect amount of suction, as she took him deeper down his throat.
I watched in awe as Rachel slid her mouth over Robbie’s dick while her delicate fingers stroked him off.
Overcome with lust, I ran my hands over my latex-covered breasts, teasing my nipples before twisting them hard between my fingers.
Rachel saw what I was doing and beckoned me to join her. I got down on my knees and kissed my daughter. My husband’s cock became the meat in our kissing sandwich as our tongue and lips caressed his dick.
“Oh my god. I am going to cum,” Robbie groaned.
Rachel grabbed her father’s cock and enveloped it down her throat. Robbie ran his hands through her hair while filling her mouth with his salty cum. His body went limp as he lay there, overwhelmed by what had just happened.
“Share your father’s cum with me,” I blurted out while pulling my daughter in for a kiss.
Robbie’s salty, creamy cum covered my tongue and lips as Rachel and I made out before him. While I had fantasized about this many times, I never envisioned actually sharing Robbie’s cum with our daughter. The reality was far better than anything I had ever imagined.
Rachel and I snuggled up to Robbie, flanking him on both sides. We lay our heads on his chest, enjoying the serene moment.
“I know you are probably feeling a lot of different things right now, Robbie. I’ve been there, I know. Please, just remember that we love you, and I don’t regret this at all,” I told him.
Robbie breathed deeply before telling us, “I love you both. That was unforgettable.”
“We aren’t done yet, Daddy,” Rachel insisted.
Robbie and I watched our daughter, mouths agape, as she unzipped her crotch zipper and ran her middle finger between her soaking wet labia. Scooping up her juices, she brought her glistening finger to her father’s lips. Robbie hesitantly stuck out his tongue and tasted his daughter’s cum for the first time. A smile spread across his face as he savored Rachel’s delectable juices.
“Daddy, watch us,” she said before laying on the bed, spreading her legs, and making a come hither gesture.
I looked at Robbie and smiled before beginning my ascent up my daughter’s latex-covered thighs. The latex had a distinct but not unpleasant taste. Yet, I couldn’t wait to reach my intended target.
As I kissed around Rachel’s vulva, I savored the salty, tangy mix of her sweat and juices. I ran my fingers through her folds, spreading her labia and exposing her clit. I gently kissed her clit, before running my tongue up and down her slick pussy.
Rachel’s hips bucked wildly, pushing against my face, begging me to tongue fuck her. I ran my tongue over her clit, then gently sucked it between my lips.
“Play with my tits, Daddy,” Rachel moaned.
Robbie trailed his fingers encircling the outline of Rachel’s breast, teasing her. I couldn’t help but smile as I continued to use the flat of my tongue to lap at my daughter’s clit.
Looking up between my daughter’s thighs, I witnessed my husband kissing Rachel while tugging at her latex-covered tits.
My face was soon greeted by a gush of fluid as Rachel came hard from our ministrations.
I continued slurping at my daughter’s cunt, tasting as much of her sweet cum as I could before she tapped my head, indicating that she was too sensitive for me to go on.
Rachel, Robbie, and I kissed. Our first of many three-way kisses of the night. Robbie nibbled and licked my cum covered lips, tasting as much of his daughter’s juices as possible.
Looking down, I noticed that Robbie’s cock had returned to life. I licked my palm and wrapped my fingers around his dick, jerking it.
Rachel saw what I was doing and nodded at me. I could tell she was asking for permission to fuck her father. I simply grinned back at her, providing her the consent she sought.
“Daddy, I want to feel you inside me,” Rachel sweetly said.
“Are you sure? We can’t go back from this?” Robbie asked.
“I have never been more certain of anything in my life,” she replied.
Robbie took off his shirt. Now fully naked, I saw Rachel taking in her father’s toned body. I seized Robbie by the dick and guided him to his daughter’s entrance. I ran his cock up and down her slick vulva before inserting him into his daughter’s hot, wet cunt.
The two of them moaned simultaneously as Robbie pushed deeper inside his daughter. Rachel met his every thrust, gyrating her hips against her father’s pelvis. I caressed Robbie’s back as he and Rachel intensified their lovemaking.
“Oh, Daddy, that feels so good. Don’t stop!” Rachel screamed.
I played with Robbie’s balls as he plunged into his daughter. Wet splashes of pussy juices covered my fingers, making the moment even more erotic.
“Mommy, I want to lick you. Get on my face,” Rachel begged.
Without hesitation, I unzipped my crotch zipper and straddled my daughter’s face. She wrapped her arms around my latex-covered thighs, pulling me over her mouth. Rachel’s tongue felt exquisite on my pussy as she started lapping at my clit. Robbie looked at me and smiled, undoubtedly enjoying the sight before him.
“Kiss me,” I implored.
Our lips met as he continued to fuck his daughter. As Rachel lapped at my cunt, I clasped my breasts, kneading them over the smooth latex fabric.
I was extremely turned on and knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I ground my cunt into my daughter’s face, hoping to get off.
“This is so fucking hot,” I screamed.
Robbie could tell I was close and began to pick up the pace and intensity of his fucking. Rachel moaned into my clit, sending strong vibrations throughout my body. It was too much. I erupted over my daughter’s mouth, my cum covering her chin and lips. I bent forward to stabilize myself while cupping Rachel’s tits.
I slid off Rachel’s face and was greeted by the overwhelming groans of my daughter’s orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably as her father continued to fuck her through her orgasm.
Rachel’s face shimmered, covered in sweat and pussy juices. I gently wiped her forehead, helping her come down from her orgasm.
“Cum for me, Daddy. I want you to fill me with your cum,” Rachel screamed.
Robbie pulled Rachel by her thighs, pushing himself as deep into her as he could before exploding inside her.
He pulled out slowly, his cock shimmering with cum. I bent over and took him into my mouth, relishing the mixture of his cum, with our daughter’s.
We lay together, a sweaty mess, holding each other, taking in what had just happened.
“That was better than I could ever have imagined,” I revealed.
“Hell, I never imagined anything like that could happen,” Robbie chuckled.
“Oh, there is so much more that is going to happen. You don’t even know what Mommy and I bought when we went to the city,” Rachel exclaimed.
“Let’s leave that surprise for another day,” I suggested.
Rachel and I carefully took off our catsuits before the three of us showered together. The flowing water helped calm us down, preparing us for sleep.
“Can I sleep with you guy?” Rachel asked as she finished drying herself off.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Robbie said, pulling her into bed with us.
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder what new adventures tomorrow would bring.
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