Mom's Hidden Box

The summer was wrapping up, and I was finally about to head to college. I had a great summer, but all I could focus on now was getting ready to move to college in a few weeks.

"Mom, where did you say that duffle bag was?" I yelled.

"It is in my room. Check under the bed," Mom screamed to me.

I looked under the bed and found nothing. I searched for the bag in all the regular places I could think of but had no luck finding it. I was getting frustrated.

"Can you just come up here and show me where you put it?" I whined.

Just when I was about to give up, I gave one last look in the back of Mom's closet. After pushing aside her dresses, I noticed an unlabeled box that looked hidden away. I knew it probably wasn't something I should open, but I couldn't resist the temptation to see what it was. Is this where Mom hid her sex toys? I thought to myself.

"Mom, what is this?" I said to her as she walked into her room.

"What is what, Kara?" Mom asked nervously. I could tell she wasn't happy that I had found the box.

"This... latex clothing. It's hidden in the back of your closet." I responded as I pulled the various outfits out of the small box.

"Oh, that. It's just something I used to wear when I was younger," Mom responded nonchalantly.

"But why do you still have it? And why is it hidden?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know. It's just something I kept for sentimental reasons, I suppose. It's not something I would wear now," Mom said, trying to preempt any questions I might have. Something about how she said it made me wonder if she was lying.

"Can I try it on?" I asked, hoping that Mom would acquiesce to my request.

"What? No, of course not. That's not appropriate for you," Mom answered sternly. It was clear she didn't want to talk about it anymore, but I wasn't going to let this go so quickly.

"Please, Mom. I promise I won't tell anyone," I continued to try to cajole her.

"Absolutely not. Now put it back where you found it and forget about it," Mom demanded.

"But Mom, I just want to see what it feels like. It looks so shiny and tight. It must be exciting to wear," I was genuinely curious about what the fuss was about.

"I said no. It's not something that is meant for you. Now put it away and let's not speak of this again," Mom snapped.

I could tell I wasn't going to win this argument, but I wanted to see what it was about the latex clothes she found alluring.

"Fine, but I don't understand why you're being so secretive about it. It's just clothing," I pushed back.

"It's not just clothing; you will understand when you're older. Now please, put it away and let's move on," Mom responded condescendingly.

Reluctantly, I put the latex clothing back in the closet and went to my room. As I sat in my room, I couldn't help but visualize Mom in some of the latex outfits I saw. I was sure she would look hot in them. I wondered why she wouldn't let me try something on. I didn't understand Mom's strange fascination with latex, but I was eager to find out.

We soon heard the front door open, and in walked my father. Mom was relieved to have him home.

I walked over to my father and hugged him, welcoming him home.

"Hey, baby. How goes the packing? I can't believe my little girl is going off to college soon," Dad said sentimentally.

"Not that little anymore, old man!" I teased.

"It was okay. I am excited to get it all done," I continued.

"Well, dinner is ready," Mom called out.

Dinner took a lot of work to get through. I was still thinking about the latex I found in my parent's room, and I found it challenging to focus on anything else.

"Would you guys mind if we push off movie night until tomorrow?" I asked.

"Everything okay, Kara?" Dad wondered.

"I'm just tired," I lied.

As I made my way upstairs, I heard Mom and Dad talking in the living room.

"Kara found my box of latex clothes," Mom told my father.

"Oh no! What did you do?" Dad asked, cackling.

"It's not funny, George? "Mom laughed.

"Come on! You know it's funny, Julia. Could you imagine finding out that your Mom had a secret stash of latex clothing when you were 18? So, what did Kara say?" Dad wondered.

"She wanted to try them on, but I wouldn't let her," Mom said.

"Now that is an image I'm going to enjoy having," Dad said with a massive grin.

"You are a naughty boy," Mom said while leaning in for a kiss.

Dad wants to see me dressed in latex? I needed to know more.

"You know I am, honey. Kara has certainly grown up," Dad continued to go on with more and more lust in his voice.

"This whole thing is turning you on, isn't it, George?" Mom asked as she ran her hands over my Dad's crotch.

"Julia," Dad moaned as he sunk into the couch.

"Don't you mean Kara?" Mom whispered.

"It's been a few weeks since we role-played her, and I think your daughter is very horny for her Daddy tonight. Seeing my latex warmed my pussy up for you, Daddy. How about we go upstairs, and I put something special on for you?" Mom seductively said as she took my father by his hands and led him to the stairs.

I quickly scurried back to my room and carefully closed the door. I sat on my floor, unsure how to feel about what I had just overheard. Was Mom trying to turn my Dad on by pretending to be me? I waited until I heard their door close before sneaking into the hallway.

My parents never realized it, but I could hear everything that was said in their room. Usually, I just ignored them, but tonight I hung on to their every utterance.

"I'll be right back, Daddy. I am going to change into something special just for you," I heard my Mom tell Dad.

After about ten minutes, I grew impatient and was about to return to my room, but suddenly I heard my Dad exclaim, "Wow!"

"You like it, Daddy? I had a feeling you would love to see me in my catsuit. It even has a special zipper so you can easily access my hot young cunt," Mom said sensually.

I felt my pussy heating up as I listened to Mom role-play as me.

"I am going to be your slut tonight, Daddy. Tell me how much you want me!" Mom begged.

"Get on your knees and look me in the eyes, Kara. Yes, just like that. You are a good little slut, aren't you? The perfect little daughter slut made just for your Daddy. My cock is aching for your warm mouth. Suck my cock, Kara!" Dad commanded.

Dad moaned, "Yes! Just like that baby. You are such a good cocksucker. Mommy taught you well. I knew she would be a good slut trainer when I married her. Keep going, baby."

I couldn't believe how dirty my Dad was talking. Hell, I couldn't believe my Mom was sucking my Dad off, pretending to be me.

I suddenly realized that I had been massaging my breasts unconsciously as I listened to my parents talk. My pussy was on fire. My underwear was soaked, and I couldn't take it anymore. I slid my hand down my pajama pants and ran my hands over the smooth folds of my pussy. I pulled my fingers up to my face to examine them and was surprised to see how wet they were. I brought my fingers to my lips and meticulously licked off my juices before returning my fingers to my pussy.

My attention was brought back to my parents when I heard Mom talk again.

"Daddy, I need you to fuck me!" Mom moaned as I heard a zipper opening reverberating through the hallway.

I knew Mom must have opened up the special zipper that gave my Dad access to her wanton pussy.

"Let me ride you, Daddy," Mom insisted.

She continued, "You fill me so good. Do you feel my pussy gripping your hard cock as I move up and down on your dick? It feels so good. I love riding you, Daddy, especially when I wear my latex. The sound it makes as you fuck your slutty daughter drives me wild."

The catsuit created a distinct rustling noise, like leaves being crunched underfoot. As Mom fucked Dad, the sound became more pronounced, with a gentle squeaking noise accompanying their loud moans. The sounds were mesmerizing, drawing me in, and left me feeling like I was a part of my parents' performance.

"Oh yes, Daddy. Just like that. You feel so good inside me. My legs are getting tired, Daddy. I want you to fuck me from behind like the slut I am. You raised such a dirty girl," Mom wailed.

Dad's cock slapping into Mom's drenched pussy filled my ears. Their moans and grunts drew a picture in my mind as I imagined their sweaty bodies grinding into each other.

As the noise increased, I could tell my parents were getting close to cumming. I pulled off my pants and slipped a finger into my pussy. My pussy clenched around my finger, begging to be filled. I added another finger and used my other hand to massage my clit. Sweat began to form on my brow as I got closer and closer to orgasm. All I needed was one final push, and luckily my parents provided me with just what I needed.

"I am going to cum, Kara!" Dad screamed.

"Yes, cum inside me, Daddy! Breed your daughter. Fill your daughter's womb," Mom yelled.

I was shocked by how brazen they were, but their words were more of a turn-on than I could have ever imagined.

I increased the rhythm of my fingers, fucking myself on the hallway floor. I whispered, "Oh, Daddy!" as my orgasm washed over me.

I pulled my pants up as I lay there listening to my parents giggling in their bed.

"Well, that happened," Dad chuckled.

"You're telling me. I am sweaty! This catsuit doesn't breathe at all, but I love its effect on our sex," Mom laughed.

"Me too. Can you imagine what Kara would look like in one of those things?" Dad pondered.

"Don't go thinking about it too much. My pussy needs a break after the fucking you just gave me," Mom teased.

"I'm serious. Maybe it would be nice to let Kara try one on. Hell, maybe take her to that place in the mall you like," Dad suggested.

I could hear the apprehension in Mom's voice as she spoke, "Are you sure that is a good idea? She is still so young. For god's sake, she just graduated high school a few months ago."

"I'm not saying get her a full catsuit. Maybe buy her a dress or a bodysuit. Just let her get a feel for it and explore her sexuality a bit more. She is going to college in a few weeks. I'm sure she will explore plenty there," Dad argued convincingly.

"You're right. Maybe I will see what Kara is doing tomorrow, and I can take her to the shop. I have to go pull myself out of this thing. Would you mind grabbing us some water?" Mom said.

"Shit," I murmured as I heard my Dad scuttling towards the door. I ran to my room and quietly closed the door.

I lay on my bed trying to fall asleep, yet all I could think about was that my parents had sex role-playing me. It clearly turned me on, but I felt fucked up in the head that it did. I spent the next few hours tossing and turning as I processed my feelings about this new revelation.

The following morning, I came downstairs and saw Mom drinking coffee at the table. I walked right passed her, uncertain how to face her.

As I poured myself a cup of coffee, I heard Mom asking me, "Are you doing anything today? I thought it would be fun to go shopping for some clothes before you head to school."

"Um, sure. Let me go for a run and shower, and we can go," I said as I took my coffee and headed back to my bedroom.

I grabbed my running shoes, put on shorts and sports bra, and headed out the door.

The sun was beating down on me as soon as I stepped outside. It was hot, and I could feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead. I started at a steady pace, but as I warmed up, I began picking up the speed. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the heat radiating off the pavement.

I was lost in my thoughts, trying to make sense of everything that had happened last night. I knew my parents had an active sex life; I just never realized that I was a part of it. How long has this been going on between them? Did they often wear latex as they fucked?

The more I thought about my parents fucking, the faster I ran and the sweatier I got. I felt like I was running away from all my problems, leaving them behind with each step I took.

As I ran, I noticed my body responding to the physical exertion in ways I didn't expect. The longer I ran, the more turned on I got. The sensation of the sweat on my skin, the pounding of my heart, and the echoes of my parent's role-play all added up to something undeniably arousing.

I slowed down and came to a stop, panting and sweating, as I approached home. I felt my mind start to clear, and a sense of calm washed over me. I felt ready for whatever was going to happen.

After my run, my body buzzed with energy, and my mind felt clear and refreshed. The shower was calling my name, and I couldn't wait to rinse off the sweat and grime from my run.

As I stepped into the shower, the cool water felt amazing against my hot and sweaty skin. The sensation was sensual, and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of arousal as the water flowed over my body. I let the water cascade down my body, feeling it wash away the dirt and sweat. The water was invigorating, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of pleasure as I rubbed it into my supple skin.

I took my time, lathering up with soap and shampoo, letting the water massage my muscles. I could feel the tension from my run melting away, leaving me feeling relaxed and rejuvenated.

I closed my eyes and let myself fully enjoy the pressure of the cool water flowing over my body. It was a fantastic feeling that I couldn't help but relish. I let the water run over my body for a little longer, allowing it to cleanse my body and clear my mind before I finally stepped out of the shower.

As I toweled off, I felt refreshed and renewed. I wasn't sure what Mom had in mind for me today, but I was excited to find out.

As we walked through the mall, Mom led me to a small, discreet shop. I was shocked when I realized that it was a lingerie shop. I wasn't sure why Mom brought me here, but I trusted her.

"Hi, Charlie! Is Marisa around? I would love to bring my daughter to the back room," she warmly asked the clerk. It was clear she had some sort of relationship with this woman.

"Of course. You know the way. Marisa is back there doing some inventory," Charlie responded.

Mom took my hand and ushered me through a door at the back of the store. My mouth dropped as we entered the back room.

Holy crap! Latex clothing hung on hangers all over the room. Mom took me to a store specializing in latex clothing. Am I dreaming? Catsuits, bodysuits, and dresses of all shapes and styles were on display. I had never been to a store like this before, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness as we entered this special area.

"Marisa!" Mom called out, hugging the tall brunette.

"Julia! It is so nice to see you. And who is this beautiful young lady?" Marisa asked while lustfully scanning me up and down. I had never been checkout by another woman like this, and I found myself very turned on by it.

"This is my daughter, Kara. Kara here found my box of clothes that you made me and wanted to learn more about latex," Mom explained.

"Is that true, Kara? I bet you would look wonderful in latex," Marisa said while running her soft hand down my arm.

I was shocked by Marisa's boldness, but I was excited to see where this whole thing was going.

"Mom, are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked, looking around the shop nervously.

"Of course it is, Kara," Mom replied with a smile. "You wanted to try on my outfits, and I wouldn't let you. I was wrong. Dad and I talked, and I realized that there's no harm in trying out new things. You are growing up, and that means embracing your sexuality."

I knew they did more than talk about it, but I decided to play along with Mom's ruse. I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity as I looked at the various pieces of clothing on display.

"Wow, this is... intense," I said, my eyes wide with amazement.

"I know it can be a bit overwhelming at first," Mom said. "But trust me, once you try it on, you'll see how empowering it can be."

Mom rummaged through the racks of clothes, looking for just the right outfit for me to try on. Finally, Mom stopped and pulled something off the shelf. Mom seemed at home here, a place I could never have imagined her coming to.

"Ooh, look at this one!" Mom said, holding up a bright red latex mini-dress. "I think it would look amazing on you."

I blushed and shook my head. "I don't know, Mom. That's a little too much for me." I was having second thoughts about this whole thing.

"Come on, honey," Mom said, winking at me. "You only live once. Let's try it on and see how it looks."

I reluctantly followed Mom to the fitting room, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement.

"Let me help you put it on. It can be a tad difficult at first," Mom explained.

I stepped into the dress as Mom methodically pulled it up my legs, over my ass, and up my torso. It was tight. Tighter than anything I had ever worn. I held my breath as Mom slid behind me and zipped it up. With each tug of the zipper, I felt the latex material pull against my skin. I felt encased in a way that was both a little claustrophobic but also exhilarating. I couldn't help but feel a surge of sexiness.

"Wow, you look amazing," Mom said, smiling as she looked at me in the dress.

"I feel... different," I said, turning to look at myself in the mirror. "But in a good way."

"Exactly," Mom said. "Latex clothing can make you feel like a completely different person. It can give you a sense of power and confidence you might not have felt before."

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement.

"Marisa, any more suggestions for things she should try on? I think I can afford to buy her a couple more things," Mom exclaimed.

"I think you may like these," Marisa said as she passed the clothing to Mom.

I felt a newfound confidence and empowerment as I tried on the various latex outfits.

As we left the shop, I felt a sense of satisfaction and excitement. I couldn't wait to wear my new clothes but wasn't exactly sure when I would have a chance.

The rest of the day went by like any other. Mom did some chores when we got home, and I watched TV and went to the gym before settling down for dinner and a movie with the family.

I couldn't help but stare at my parents cuddling on the couch as the movie played. Are they going to sit there acting all innocent after their debauchery from the night before? I wish I knew what they were thinking. Was it weird for them to hang out with me after they would role-play?

Did Mom just bring me to the latex store because Dad thought it would be hot? I can't believe I had become a pawn in my parents' sex life. Pawn? Hmmm, that thought turned me on more than it should. Why did I want to be a toy they could use for their pleasure?

I shifted in my seat as I felt my underwear begin to dampen. My pussy was once again on fire as I thought back to the sounds of my parents fucking. I needed to cum, but I knew the movie had at least another half hour left. It couldn't end soon enough.

When the movie ended, I kissed my parents good night and headed to my room to masturbate. Before I was even up the stairs, I heard Mom whispering something to Dad.

The stairs creaked as my parents rushed to their room. I wanted to hear what they were talking about, so I again snuck out of my room and put my ear to their door.

"You should have seen her today, George! Her body is so tight. Ugh, and her breast. They are so fucking full. I can't get over how high they stood on her chest. The first dress she wore pushed them practically up to her chin. They looked delicious. It was so hard to control myself," Mom admitted.

"So, seeing Kara in latex turned you on, baby?" Dad coaxed Mom into sharing more.

"I know it shouldn't, but yes. The first thing Kara tried on was this little red bodycon mini dress. To say it was tight was an understatement. You could make out every curve of her body. Luckily, her running has left her with a super toned body. You would have lost your mind," Mom recounted.