Foster Daughter Returns

Foster Daughter Returns: An Erotic Sex Story

It had been nearly 10 years since I had seen my foster daughter, Alexandra. We had developed a special bond while in the foster system together, and even though we had gone our separate ways after she aged out of the system, I had always felt a special connection to her. I thought of her often, and I kept up on her progress with her college education and her career.

So, when I received an email from Alexandra telling me she was planning on making a visit to my city, I was ecstatic. I was excited to finally get a chance to catch up with her and see what she had been up to. I immediately responded to her email and asked her if she would like to stay with me while she was in town. She accepted my offer, and I told her I would pick her up from the airport when she arrived.

When I arrived at the airport, I was amazed to see how much Alexandra had grown since the last time I had seen her. She had blossomed into a beautiful young woman with curves in all the right places. We embraced in a hug and then made our way to my car. During the drive back to my house, we caught each other up on all the things we had missed out on since we had last seen each other.

Once we arrived at my house, I showed Alexandra to her room and we both changed into more comfortable clothes. I decided to make us some dinner, but Alexandra offered to help. We cooked together and enjoyed each other’s company, catching up on old times. After dinner, we decided to relax in the living room and watch a movie.

As we were snuggling on the couch watching the movie, I noticed Alexandra’s body pressed up against mine. I could feel my body responding to her proximity, and my desire for her was growing. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anyone before.

I slowly leaned in and kissed her. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth to accept my tongue. Our kiss deepened and intensified as we explored each other’s mouths. My hands roamed her body, feeling every inch of her soft curves. I could feel her responding to my touch as her body moved in sync with mine.

We eventually made our way to the bedroom and continued our exploration of each other’s bodies. I kissed and licked every inch of her body, savoring the taste of her skin. I ran my hands over her hips and then down to her inner thighs, feeling her quiver with pleasure. I moved my fingers inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness as she gasped with pleasure.

I moved my mouth down to her breasts, licking and sucking them until she moaned with pleasure. I continued my journey down her body, eventually arriving at her already slick pussy. I licked and teased her, enjoying the taste of her sweet nectar. She writhed in pleasure as I moved my tongue in circles around her clitoris.

I eventually moved back up her body and kissed her passionately. She returned my kiss with equal passion as I entered her, pushing myself deep inside her. We moved together in a perfect rhythm, our bodies melding together as one. Our breathing increased in intensity as we both reached our climax, screaming in pleasure as we both found our release.

We lay there afterward basking in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. We lay there in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence. We eventually fell asleep, holding each other close until the morning.

When we awoke the next day, we discussed our night together, both of us feeling the same special connection we had felt all those years ago in the foster system. We discussed the possibility of a future together, both of us realizing that no matter how much time had passed, our connection was still strong. We eventually parted ways, both of us with a newfound understanding of our relationship and ourselves.