Mom's Hidden Box

"I bet her brown hair and blue eyes matched perfectly with the red latex," Dad said.

"You wouldn't have been able to control yourself," Mom teased.

The sound of a zipper opening indicated that my parents' activities had moved from just talking.

Mom soon confirmed my assumptions, "let's take that big boy out. It looks like hearing about Kara in latex has gotten it all hot and bothered," Mom flirtatiously said.

Dad moaned loudly, "That feels so good, baby. Please tell me more about your shopping trip."

"So, when I walked into the store, I noticed Kara's eyes immediately go to this latex skirt on the rack. I asked Marisa to get it for us, and she suggested Kara try it on with this matching bralette. George, you should have seen her in this thing. The skirt fit her like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places. The deep black color of the skirt made her tanned skin look even more radiant. The way the skirt clung to her hips and hugged her thighs was truly mesmerizing; it was like it was made for her body," Mom described.

"Oh god, keep stroking my cock, Julia. That feels good. Tell me more about how our naughty daughter looked," Dad groaned.

I could hear Mom spit into her hand before she started talking again, "I could tell Kara was a little hesitant at first, but as she looked at herself in the mirror, her confidence grew. Kara turned around to show me the back, and I could see the zipper running down the middle of her back, highlighting her spine. It was so sexy."

"I'm so close. Please go on, baby," Dad begged.

"Kara had a little trouble getting the bralette on because of how stiff the latex was. I was positively dripping watching her squirm into this thing. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she shimmied the bralette into place. The bralette was the perfect complement to the skirt. It was tight against her skin, and her nipples were visible through the material. The top must have turned her on because you could make out her hard nipples. They looked positively suckable." Mom continued.

"I need to see you play with Kara's tits," Dad mumbled. It was clear he was having trouble concentrating on anything but the feeling of Mom's hand on his cock.

Mom continued to describe my outfit, "The bralette had thin straps that crossed over her shoulders and back, highlighting her delicate collarbone and the curve of her back. It was a beautiful contrast to the tight material of the skirt, making her look both delicate and powerful simultaneously. As she moved, the latex material seemed to come to life, shimmering under the lights and hugging her body in all the right places. She exuded confidence and sensuality that was impossible not to notice. It was clear our daughter was coming into her own. I couldn't stop staring at Kara, she looked absolutely gorgeous, and I felt so proud of her for embracing her sexuality and taking a chance on something new."

"I'm going to cum," Dad wailed.

I suddenly heard a sucking noise, and it became clear that Mom had begun sucking Dad off.

"Oh, Kara. That feels so good. Your lips feel so good around my cock. Please don't stop. I want to fill your mouth full of my Daddy's seed," Dad cried out.

A loud moan echoed through the hallway as Dad came in Mom's mouth. The sound of their kissing soon filled my ears. I was impressed by the fact that Dad kissed Mom with her mouth full of his cum. They are kinky, I thought to myself.

"You really would love to see Kara in some latex?" Mom asked.

"It would be only fair," Dad laughed.

"I have an idea. Just be around on Saturday night," Mom said.

I rushed to my room, grabbed the vibrator I bought off Amazon, and quickly got undressed.

I pressed the button on the back of my toy as it came to life in my hand. I ran the phallic-shaped object over my nipples before bringing it down to my soaked pussy. I ran the toy up and down my glistening labia, teasing myself before bringing it to my sensitive clit.

"Yes, Mommy. Lick my pussy," I purred as the vibrator sent shockwaves through my body.

I had never imagined being with another woman, and the fact that it was my mom who I was picturing eating me out sent me into a tizzy.

I brought the vibrator to my lips and licked off my glistening wetness. The vibrator passed my lips as I pictured Dad fucking my mouth with his hard cock. I wanted to feel his cock pulse in my mouth as I manipulated his manhood with my tongue.

My fingers moved over my clit as I moaned for Mom, "God, yes, you are so at that. Make me your slut, Mommy.

I was on the verge of cumming as I pumped my vibrator into my cunt, while rubbing my clit with my fingers.

"Cum inside me, Daddy," I softly whispered as I came all over my toy.

The intensity of my orgasm was overwhelming. I couldn't remember a time I had cum so hard, and all because I imagined my parents fucking me. I couldn't explain the changes happening to me, but I liked them.

What does Mom have planned for Saturday? I was eager to find out. I fell asleep, still coming down from my orgasmic glow.

The next afternoon I was sitting in my room, scrolling through Instagram when my Mom walked in.

"Kara, honey, I have a surprise for you," she said with a grin.

"What is it?" I asked, closing my phone and sitting up on my bed. I was curious about what Mom was up to.

"I want to take you clubbing to celebrate that you are going to college," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Really? That sounds amazing, Mom," I exclaimed, playing along with her plan.

"I thought it would be a fun way for us to bond before you leave for school. Plus, it'll be a great way for you to let loose and have one last hurrah before the academic grind starts," she added.

I knew Mom was using this as an excuse so Dad could see me dressed in one of my new latex outfits. But I was excited for the opportunity to spend some time with her and let loose before the stress of college set in.

"When do you want to go?" I asked.

"How about this weekend?" she replied.

"That works for me," I said, smiling.

"Great, I'll make the reservations," she said, walking towards the door. "And Kara, make sure to wear one of your latex outfits. We're going to have a blast!"

I spent the next few days shopping, packing, and preparing for college. When Saturday rolled around, I was more nervous than I thought I would be.

It is just clothes, I anxiously thought to myself. Dad has seen me in tiny bikinis, for god's sake; what is the big deal if he sees me in tight latex? Maybe it is the fact that Mom sucked him off as he talked about fucking me in it.

I tried pushing those thoughts out of my head and decided to start getting ready for tonight. Soon enough, Mom came in to keep me company.

Mom sat on the edge of my bed, watching as I rummaged through my closet. "What are you looking for?" Mom asked.

"I want to wear my latex bodysuit tonight," I replied. "I just can't seem to find it."

"It's in the back, behind all your other clothes. I put it there the other day," Mom said with a smile. "Let me help you."

"There it is." I emerged from the closet with the bodysuit in hand. "Thanks, Mom," I said.

"No problem," Mom replied. "But you know, you don't have to wear that if you don't want to. We can go clubbing in something else."

"No, I want to wear it," I said. "I loved the way it felt against my skin in the store. Plus, I couldn't think of someone else I rather try going out like this with besides you."

Mom reached over and gave me a tight hug. "I love you so much. I am proud of the woman you have become. Go shower, and then I'll help you get dressed."

I turned on the shower and immediately got in. The cold water hit my body like a ton of bricks, but it was just what I needed to get out of my head. As the water warmed up, I reached for the soap and scrubbed every inch of my body. I shaved my legs, arms, and any hair I had around my pussy. I wanted the latex to sit tightly against my smooth, supple skin.

Mom was still in my room when I got out of the shower. Mom sat in front of me, a look of excitement and nervousness on her face. I was standing in front of her in nothing but a thong, looking at the shiny black latex bodysuit and thigh-high stockings on the bed.

"Are you ready for this, Kara?" Mom asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip. "I think so. I've never worn anything like this out before."

"It's going to feel amazing, trust me," Mom said, smiling. "Now, let's get you into this bodysuit."

Mom sprayed my body with the lube, Marisa, had provided her, and then she gently rubbed it into my skin. Mom's hand felt terrific as she massaged my body. I felt my pussy tingle with every touch. I could tell she was trying not to be sensual with her touch, but the way she rubbed the lube into my body was anything but motherly.

"You are going to need to take off your thong if you want to wear this," Mom pointed out.

I reluctantly pulled my thong down my legs as I stood naked in front of my Mom. I hoped that she couldn't see the wetness building in my pussy.

Mom helped me into the bodysuit, carefully pulling it up over my arms and torso.

"It's a bit tight," I said, wriggling to get comfortable.

"It's supposed to be tight; it's a latex bodysuit," Mom said with a laugh. "But don't worry, it'll stretch and mold to your body as you wear it."

The latex clung to my body, and the material felt cool and smooth against my skin. I shivered as Mom pulled the latex tight across my chest. The latex tugged and pulled at my nipples, causing a quiet moan to escape my lips.

"Wow," I said, looking down at myself. "It feels amazing."

Mom grinned. "I told you it would. Now, let's get these thigh highs on."

Mom again sprayed my body with the lube, this time focusing on my legs. Mom diligently kneaded the lube into my skin as she made her way up my legs, getting dangerously close to my pussy. I knew if she went any closer to my pussy she would feel the heat coming off my drenched cunt.

"Let me sit," I said, hoping to stop my Mom from going any higher.

I sat down on the bed as Mom helped me slip on the thigh highs, the latex material clinging to my legs as she pulled them up.

Mom grabbed the can of polish and began to work it into the latex. The sensation of the cool polish being massaged into the latex was exhilarating, and the gentle pressure of Mom's hands on my body felt sensual and relaxing.

Mom paid particular attention to the areas prone to wrinkles, such as the elbows, knees, and ankles. Mom went over these areas multiple times to make sure they were perfectly smooth. She then used a buffing cloth to bring out the shine and remove any excess polish. I couldn't help but wonder if she was using this as an excuse to sensually touch my body.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of contentment as the latex was polished to a glossy sheen. The sensation of the soft cloth gliding over my skin and the smell of the polish was intoxicating. It felt like an erotic massage as Mom's hands caressed every inch of my body.

"Perfect," Mom said, standing back to admire her handiwork. "You look absolutely stunning."

I looked at myself in the mirror, turning to get a look at the back of the bodysuit. "Wow, I've never felt so sexy," I said, blushing.

"You are sexy," Mom said, hugging me. "And now it's time to show off that sexiness on the dance floor."

A smile spread across my face, "Thank you, Mom."

Walking towards my door, Mom said, "I am going to get ready. Finish up, and I will meet you downstairs."

I watched her leave the room and couldn't help but take in her tight ass. She was beautiful. I could see why she and Dad have such a great sex life.

I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling a little nervous but mostly excited. I barely recognized myself in the latex outfit and wanted to complete the transformation. I had decided to put on some darker shades of makeup, hoping it would make me look a little more grown up and sexy. I started by applying a thick layer of black eyeliner to my upper and lower lashes. I smudged it a little to give it a smoky, mysterious look.

I then grabbed my favorite dark red lipstick and applied it to my lips. My lips shimmered as they begged to be kissed.

I was impressed by the transformation. I looked more mature, more mysterious, and more alluring. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me as I thought about the night ahead. I headed downstairs and waited for Mom.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Mom coming down the stairs, dressed in a sleek, black latex dress. The dress was form-fitting and hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her hourglass figure. The dress had a plunging neckline that showed off just the right amount of cleavage, and it ended just above her knees, revealing her toned legs. Mom was in phenomenal shape for her age. Hell, Mom was in phenomenal shape for any age!

She paired the dress with strappy, black high heels that made her legs look miles long. Her hair was styled with loose waves cascading down her shoulders, and she had on a bold, red lipstick that made her lips look plump and kissable.

I had never seen her dressed like this before, and I couldn't help but stare in awe.

"Wow, Mom, you look amazing!" I exclaimed.

She looked me up and down, "You don't look too bad yourself."

"Thanks. It isn't too slutty?" I asked, suddenly needing reassurance.

Mom smiled at me, "It is just the right amount of slutty. I will have to beat all the guys away with a stick. I'll have to make sure they know that you are mine for the night."

"Mine for the night," those words sent my mind reeling. Mom wanted me sexually! I knew it, but seeing her flirting with me caused my hormones to go insane. I have never felt so turned on in my life.

I slipped on a pair of black patent leather pumps, and out the door, we went. The warm summer air felt great on my skin and helped me clear my head. The car ride to the club had a nervous energy to it.

"I can't believe you let me out of the house wearing this," I said.

"Do you wish I didn't? You know we can go back and change if you want," Mom asked, concerned.

"Oh, no! Thank you for letting me try this out. Thank you for seeing that I am growing up," I earnestly said.

A huge smile crossed Mom's face. "I love you, Kara. I am really proud of you. Now let's stop being all emotional before we ruin our makeup," she laughed.

When we arrived at the club, my nerves started to kick back up. I had never been to a place like this before and wasn't sure what to expect. As we stepped inside, I was overwhelmed by the energy in the room. The music was pumping, the lights were flashing, and beautiful people were dancing and having a good time everywhere I looked.

Mom took my hand as her eyes bore into my soul, "I got you."

Instantaneously I felt at ease. My body relaxed, and I felt ready to let loose.

Mom was definitely turning heads in her dress, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Mom was hot, and she knew it. She was in her element and seemed more alive and freer than I had ever seen her. I realized there was a whole other side to my mother I had no clue about. I began seeing her as a sexy woman, not just my Mom.

Making our way through the club, I felt men and women looking at me lustfully. It was clear that this outfit was having the same effect on others as it was having on me. I felt like sex personified, and it both exhilarated and scared me. I've never felt so powerful before.

Plenty of men approached us as we walked through the club towards the dance floor, but Mom swatted them away.

"She's all mine," she would say to would-be suitors. I loved the idea of Mom being possessive of me.

"Let's show them how it's done, Kara," Mom said with a grin.

And with that, we made our way to the dance floor. The music was loud, and the bass was thumping, making it hard to hear each other. But that didn't stop us from dancing. My Mom was a fantastic dancer; she moved with the rhythm of the music, her hips swaying, and her arms lifted high. I felt a surge of excitement as I danced alongside my mother.

Mom and I danced together, and I felt like I was on top of the world. We laughed and sang along to the songs, and I realized that there was no one else in the world I felt safer with. It was at that moment that I realized I wanted to make my parent's dream of fucking me come true.

The strobe lights illuminating the dance floor added to the sensual atmosphere. It was as if the lights were in sync with our movements, highlighting every sway and dip of our bodies. The music was so loud that it was almost overwhelming, but it only added to the intensity of the experience.

The longer we danced, I felt myself getting caught up in the moment. The music and the energy of the crowd were intoxicating, and it was as if nothing else mattered except for the two of us. We were lost in our own little world, and it was as if nothing could break us out of it.

The smell of sweat and perfume filled the air making the club smell like sex. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back, but I didn't care. I was too caught up in the moment to care about anything else.

I could feel the heat emanating from Mom's body as we moved to the music. Her dress was sticking to her skin as she danced, and I could see the sweat glistening on her forehead. But she didn't seem to mind. Mom was in the zone and was having the time of her life. The latex dress clung to Mom's body like a second skin, highlighting every curve and contour of her body. The fabric stretched and pulled as she moved, accentuating her every move. The dress was designed to be form-fitting, and it was definitely doing its job. It fit her perfectly.

Mom's hair was a wild mess, her curls swaying as she moved. Her lips were slightly parted, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to kiss her at that moment. I could see the desire in her eyes, and it mirrored my own. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this alive and in tune with someone else. The fact that it was my mother, for some reason, turned me on even more.

I reached out to take Mom's hand, pulling her closer to me as we danced. I leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "You look so beautiful tonight."

Mom looked back at me and smiled, "You look pretty damn sexy yourself."

As I swayed to the beat of the music, my body pressed against Mom's, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. The pulsing bass resonated through me, making my hips move of their own accord. Mom's curves were alluring, and I couldn't take my eyes off her toned body. The heat on the dance floor was palpable, and I could feel the sweat slick on my skin. I felt alive and empowered, and Mom's gaze fueled my fire.

The longer we danced, the more the bodysuit contoured to my body. It felt like a second skin that I never knew I needed. The crotch of my bodysuit molded to my vulva, giving me a camel toe that I was all too happy to share with the world.

As I danced, the crotch of my bodysuit rubbed against my clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body. With every movement, my body felt like I was going to explode, but I was having too much fun to worry about cumming in front of all these people.

Mom and me lost ourselves in the rhythm, moving and sweating together on the dance floor. We had been dancing for hours, and my body was slick with perspiration.

Our bodies moved in sync, becoming increasingly sensual as the night went on. My hands traced the contours of Mom's body, and I couldn't believe how bold I was being. Mom's touch was electric, and I couldn't help but moan as she ground against me. I had no doubt that Mom could feel how wet I was.

Without speaking, the two of us pulled away for a second. "Mom," I said as I looked her in the eyes.