I sat on my bed, slowly rolling up the black latex thigh-highs my daughter instructed me to wear. The latex felt alive, stretching and adjusting to my every move. They were the final piece of my transformation. My latex bodysuit had already seared itself to my figure, acting like a second skin. It lit a spark in me I couldn’t deny. I wanted to worship my daughter, and she was more than willing to make me her slave.
As I polished the black matte latex, my mind wandered back to the moment my daughter returned home from her freshman year away at university. Never could I have imagined that when she walked through the door, I would end up spending a large portion of my summer on my knees in front of her.
The moment she came home, I knew something about her was different. My little girl had become a grown woman. While I had seen her over winter break, it was as if her body went through a metamorphosis in the spring. She went from being a stick to a woman with curves. Her hips had widened, and her breasts had grown at least two cup sizes. It was a shock, to say the least.
“Mom!” She yelped as she attacked me with a tight embrace.
Her hug felt great. Since my husband died a few years ago, I was rarely touched and desperately craved any physical affection I could get. The past year was hard. Being alone often left me feeling sad, and I was eager to spend as much time with my daughter as possible.
“I’m so glad you’re home. I can’t wait to hear all about school,” I gushed.
“Well, I should go unpack,” Julia protested.
Having been alone for so long, I wasn’t about to let her slink away so easily.
“Hush that. I’ll unpack you later. Tell me everything,” I insisted.
The longer we talked, the more I realized how much my daughter had changed while away at school. Gone was the shy girl who left in the fall. As much as her body had matured, her personality had grown with it. Julia seemed confident in a way I could have only dreamed of when I was her age.
After a long day of travel, I assumed Julia would want to spend a quiet night at home. My daughter had a very different idea.
“I’m heading out,” she announced.
“What? Where are you going?” I wondered.
It was clear my daughter was still used to college life, where asking her mother for permission to go out was the last thing on her mind. I decided to let it slide, but insisted she be home at a decent hour. While I was heartbroken that she didn’t want to spend time with me, I did my best to remember that I had the whole summer with her.
Since Julia was off with her friends, I thought now would be a good time to unpack her bags. With every piece I pulled out, I found myself shocked. Gone were the baggy shirts and tanks my daughter used to wear, and in their place were tiny tees, crop tops, and micro shorts. I knew the styles of the day had changed, yet I was still shocked by how revealing her clothes had become.
Just as I was about to wrap up and put away her luggage, I noticed a small compartment in her bag I had missed. What I found in there shocked me to my core. Latex outfits of every sort flooded out of the bag. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“Where was she wearing this stuff?” I whispered.
The longer I sat there, the more curious I became. I ran my hands over the smooth material. It was rubbery, yet my fingers glided along it with no problem. The material seemed to stretch. Even so, I couldn’t imagine how Julia would get such small pieces onto her voluptuous form.
Images of her new body stuffed inside the tight fabric filled my mind. Suddenly, I felt hot. Sweat began to form across my brow. Despite the AC blasting, my body was on fire. I gripped the latex tightly and rubbed it across my chest and neck. It felt so good. The naughtiness of my actions added to the growing heat in my belly.
I quickly shoved the latex outfits back into the bag and ran off into my room. I was filled with guilt and yearning. I lay on my bed contemplating what I just learned. There was more to my daughter than I knew. Julia was a sexual creature that was into some kinky shit.
A flash of excitement washed through me. Julia wasn’t going to be home for another hour, leaving me plenty of time to get off. I reached into the drawer of my night table and pulled out my vibrator. Sliding my shorts down my legs, I noticed a wet spot on my underwear. I was shocked by how turned on I was.
I did my best to convince myself that it wasn’t my daughter I was turned on by, but that it was the latex that excited me. As my fingers trailed the outlines of my underwear, my mind drifted again to fantasies of Julia dancing for me in one of the latex dresses I found. The dress was short and very low-cut. I was sure it showed off all of her goods. I pulled my panties to the side and grazed my flowering lips. They were drenched in my juices. I slide a finger between them, spreading my labia apart. My middle finger slid into me easily, teasing my insides. I pulled my finger out and brought it to my lips.
My pussy was sweet and tangy. I could never get enough of my taste, and often sucked my toy clean after use. There was something about pussy juice that drove me wild, and tasting myself often helped send me over the edge.
I ran the black clit stimulator up and down my glistening lips, coating it in my wetness, before resting it on my swollen button. With a simple tap, the toy came to life.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
During my year alone, I had grown accustomed to masturbating loudly, allowing any and all verbalizations to happen with abandon. Today was no different. My lively toy was sending shockwaves throughout my body, bringing me to a place of pure unadulterated release. I slid two fingers inside my tight canal, moving them in and out in synch with the rhythm of my pulsing toy.
I did my best to picture various lovers I had, even my now deceased husband, but images of Julia kept flashing in my mind. Eventually, I gave in.
“Yes, Julia. You are so sexy. You look so hot in your latex. Show Mommy what you do in it,” I moaned.
Dreams of her dancing in front of me, rubbing her latex body against my naked form, took over. My hips bucked widely as my body reacted as if she was there, and giving me a lap dance in her kinky clothing.
“Julia, you are making Mommy feel so good. It’s so wrong,” I groaned.
Yet, I didn’t stop. I humped my fingers harder, grinding my toy in my almost too sensitive clit. I was close.
Suddenly, a noise from across the room shifted my attention. I knew I was no longer alone, but I was too far gone to stop. My eyes shot open as my orgasm gripped my every nerve. My body shook and convulsed, while a stream of wetness coursed out of my opening.
“Julia,” I squealed in delight.
“Cum for me, Mommy,” she replied before turning and leaving my room.
She had been home less than a day, yet things had taken a turn I couldn’t have predicted. I spent the rest of the evening in my room, terrified of confronting what had just happened.
The following morning, I stumbled out of bed, threw on my robe, and made my way down to the kitchen. My heart fluttered the second I saw Julia. There she was, pouring coffee, wearing shorts, and a tube top. Any other day, I would have dismissed her attire as simple clothing. This morning was different. As I stood in the doorway, my eyes traveled up her legs, checking out her ass, and taking in the little dimples on her lower back. I found my mouth watering, desperate to see how much cleavage her top showed off. I tried admonishing myself, but my inner angel was too quiet.
“Morning, Mom. Sleep well? I made some coffee,” Julia asked, as she turned around.
Silently, I took a cup from her. My eyes darted back and forth between her lips and her chest. Julia wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could clearly make out her hard nipples.
“Mom?” Julia spoke, awakening me from my stupor.
“Sorry, I guess I need this coffee more than I thought,” I responded.
“You must have been pretty tired. You never came back down after I got home,” she said.
This was my opportunity to confront what had happened between us. Before I could, however, Julia interrupted.
“You must have really worked yourself out,” she giggled.
“Young lady,” I shouted.
“Oh, don’t young lady me. You were the one moaning my name while talking about latex,” Julia shot back.
“I don’t know what to say,” I quietly replied.
“Don’t worry about it, Mom. You aren’t the first woman to cum picturing me in latex, and I guarantee you won’t be the last. Older women especially seem to have a thing for me,” Julia confidently informed me.
I was flabbergasted by her bravado. Julia was self-assured in a way I never expected. Her energy was infectious, drawing me near. As I inched closer to her, I could feel every nerve in my body screaming for release. Being near my daughter had me hornier than I had been since I was first discovering my sexuality.
“I’m going out with some friends today. You will be here when I get back,” Julia said.
The way she spoke felt more like a command than a question.
“Yes,” I muttered.
I turned my head, watching my daughter saunter off. With every step, she shook her hips, making a show of her movements. I lambasted myself for looking, but struggled to turn away until she was out the door.
The next few hours went by quickly. I straightened up, threw myself into work emails, and exercised, hoping that something would take my mind off of Julia. By the time my daughter returned home, the sun was high in the sky, and the UVs were beaming.
“I’m going to lay out,” Julia announced as she walked in.
I plopped down into my chair, saddened that Julia seemed to be doing everything she could to not spend time with me. I worried that my disappointment was apparent, but I was so desperate for connection that I couldn’t contain my frustration.
Sensing my unease, Julia turned around before heading upstairs. “You will join me in ten minutes,” she simply said.
Her words didn’t seem like a request, but I chose not to make anything of it.
I followed behind her as we made our way to our respective rooms. Minutes later, I heard Julia rushing down the stairs and out the door. It was clear that she was eager to get some sun. I rummaged through my drawer and found a bikini that showed off my body, but wasn’t too revealing to wear around my daughter. I stripped bare and began to tie the strings around my neck.
My hands shook as I nervously donned the tiny covering. I was eager to get out there, but after being caught last night, I was worried about my daughter seeing so much of my body. I glanced out the window and noticed my daughter standing by her lounge chair, applying tanning oil across her young physique. The longer I watched her, the more enthralled I became with how much her figure had transformed. Julia’s fingers skimmed along her newly formed curves, spreading the slick liquid over her skin, making her body shimmer. A lump caught in my throat as I realized that my hands had been unconsciously groping my chest while watching the show before me. I initially recoiled in disgust. After what happened the previous night, I knew I needed to be careful. I couldn’t let my loneliness and my unfulfilled libido take over. However, as I continued to peer outside, it was hard to ignore how turned on I was.
Julia’s hands roamed over her torso, while slipping ever lower. She lay on the lounge chair and lifted a leg into the air. She moved with the elegance of a ballerina, each movement deliberate and graceful. Her toes pointed to the sky as she massaged the oil into her defined legs. My heart was racing, and I knew I needed to get a hold of myself. I grabbed my bikini bottoms and dragged them up my legs. The closer I got, the more I could feel the scorching heat coming from my crotch. I slipped my hand underneath the thin fabric of my suit and found a growing puddle between my thighs. My leaking pussy craved release. I cradled my vulva while slithering my middle fingers between my pulsing lips.
“Fuck,” I sighed.
I embedded a digit deep into my hole and ground my palm against my clit. My eyes rolled into the back of my head the longer I explored myself. The heat rose in my chest, and I could feel a sweat forming over my skin. Everything about this was wrong, but I justified it by telling myself that it was better to get off now than be horny hanging out with my practically naked daughter.
Yet, just as I was about to let loose, I caught Julia staring at me from below. She licked her lips and groped her chest with her greasy palms. As our eyes met, she made a kissy face at me. I was appalled. I ripped my hand from my bottoms, wiped them clean, and rushed downstairs.
“Finally! You almost didn’t make it in time. Did you get distracted or something?” Julia teased.
I didn’t know what to say, so I simply lay down in the lounge chair next to her and stewed in my shame. For the next couple of hours, I listened to Julia wax on about her college life. Despite my best efforts, my eyes occasionally scanned my daughter’s glistening body, taking in her natural beauty. Julia would smile at me when she caught me staring. She seemed to revel in my depravity, leaving me wondering what she was thinking.
The rest of the day went off with little fanfare. We ate dinner, and I adjourned myself to my bedroom, desperate to be away from my daughter’s allure.
The sun streaked across my room, stirring me from my deep sleep. I was startled awake by the blinding light, muttering curses under my breath. I pushed off my heavy comforter and tossed my legs over the bed, willing myself to get up. I was certain that I had closed my blinds before going to sleep, and couldn’t understand why they were wide open. Everything became clear when I saw a note sitting on top of a pile of clothes on my nightstand.
“Wear these today,” the note read.
The handwriting was Julia’s.
“Who the hell does she think she is?” I muttered under my breath.
I was annoyed that she dared assume that she could tell me what to do. I felt myself getting increasingly incensed by the request. Hell, this was no request! It was a demand, and I wasn’t going to do it. A fire rose inside me, and I knew I needed to do something to extinguish it before heading downstairs.
I strolled over to my bathroom, while cursing the whole way there. Steam quickly filled the tiny room as I eased myself into the shower stall. I dipped my head under the stream and stood there, hoping the water’s calming effects would ease my frustration. Since coming home, Julia has increasingly usurped power in the house, and I felt powerless to stop it. Hell, I was enjoying seeing her be so confident and in control, yet I hated that I did.
The hot water drenched my hair and cascaded down my heaving tits. My nipples hardened as I washed the prior day’s sweat off their pillowy flesh. I couldn’t help but pull at the nubs, savoring the sparks it sent straight to my pussy. The more I teased myself, the calmer I became. Gone were any thoughts of anger at Julia. They were replaced by an urgent need to please her and do what she wished. I knew it was wrong to follow her orders, but the more I tugged at my nipples, the more I wanted to.
Wanting to look good for my daughter, I took the time to shave off any hair, except for a small patch I always kept above my pussy. I ran my fingers around my vulva, checking for any stray hairs I may have missed. It was hard not to notice how reactive my pussy was. My labia were swollen and flowered. I had to use all my willpower to not give in to its siren call. Once satisfied, I put down my razor and brought my fingers back to my delicate folds. There was no denying how wet I was from preparing myself for my daughter’s prying eyes.
Wrapped in only my towel, I sat on my bed and held up the pair of denim shorts Julia had left me. The shorts were tiny and weren’t going to leave much to the imagination. As I slid the shorts up my legs, I wondered how I was ever going to squeeze into these things. I wiggled back and forth, pulling the shorts up as I did. With one final yank, I shoved my ass into the tight denim.
I let my towel drop and reached for the top. Despite Julia not leaving a bra for me, I initially thought about grabbing one. Yet, as I went over to my dresser, I suddenly panicked, worried that my daughter would…