Sweat dripped down my body as I ran home. Despite the early hour, the brutal summer heat made my morning run more difficult than usual. I had only been home from college a week, but I was determined to be in the best shape of my life when I returned to school in the fall.

"Wow, Amy, I didn't expect to see you up so early," Mom said as I walked in the door. 

"Well, I was hoping to beat the heat," I replied.

 Mom laughed. "By the amount of sweat dripping into your sports bra, you clearly didn't accomplish your goal."

I couldn't help but feel self-conscious as Mom eyed my body up and down, her eyes seemingly transfixed on my glistening cleavage. My sports bra and tight running shorts clung to my body, leaving very little to the imagination.

"You heading to work?" I asked her, hoping to take the attention off of me. 

"I was just about to head out. Dad left a little while ago. What are you up to today?" Mom asked.

"I was going to go lift weights right now. Maybe lie out by the pool later," I told her. 

"Feel free to use my Theragun and foam roller to loosen up after your workout. They are in the back of my closet," Mom said before waving goodbye.

As I watched Mom stroll out of the house, I couldn't help but take in her lean figure and tight ass. 

"I hope I am that hot when I am her age," I thought. 

I spent the next hour weightlifting in the gym my father set up in our garage. By the end of my workout, I was soaked to the bone and sorer than I could have ever imagined. I couldn't wait to lie out by the pool, but I knew how important it was to stretch to prevent myself from getting injured.

Remembering Mom's words, I headed to her room to grab her massage tools. Yet, despite having used her Theragun many times before, I couldn't find it in her closet.

I rummaged around for a while but had no luck. Just when I was about to give up, I stumbled upon a chest I had never seen before. I opened the trunk, hoping to find the massage tools Mom had mentioned. What I found were massage tools of a whole other sort! 

There were sex toys of all kinds: Vibrators, dildos, anal beads, you name it. While I knew my parents had a healthy sexual life, I was shocked to see just how many sex toys Mom had.

Amongst the sea of toys was an assortment of outfits, including schoolgirl costumes and even some of my clothes that I thought I had lost.

What shocked me the most was the array of latex outfits. Mom must love latex since she had everything from latex pants, bras, skirts, and crop tops to full-on catsuits and corsets.

There was something about the smooth, shiny material that I found intriguing. It felt like the latex was calling out to me. I nervously pulled off my sweaty sports bra and sifted through the trunk to find something to try on. Feeling the latex underhand made my body tremble with excitement. Knowing that Mom fucked Dad in these outfits that made them even more enticing. The more I looked through the trunk, the hornier I felt.

My body was buzzing, and it begged for some relief. I cupped my bare tits, sliding my erect nipples between my fingers before gently squeezing them. A moan escaped my lips as I pulled and twisted the sensitive buds. 

I dragged the trunk over to Mom's full-length mirror and began holding various pieces up, trying to imagine how I would look in them. Some of the clothes were so small that I wondered how Mom ever fit in them, let alone had sex in them. 

Finally, I decided to try on a black corset since it seemed like it would be the easiest to get on. Goosebumps formed on my sweaty skin as I wrapped the corset around me. The latex was initially cold, but it quickly warmed against my hot skin. I struggled with the claps, but after some work, I finally squeezed myself into the top. 

The corset was tight, tighter than anything I had ever worn before. Yet, despite the snugness, the latex felt natural, almost like a second skin I was meant to wear.

Looking in the mirror, I was amazed by what I saw. The corset pushed my tiny tits up, making them look way bigger than they actually were. I trailed my hands along the smooth fabric as I adjusted the corset to my frame. The latex rubbed against my hardened nipples, sending shockwaves down to my pussy.

Something about wearing the latex made me feel brazen. I pulled off my shorts and ran my fingers over my labia. I was shocked to feel how wet I was. The fact that wearing latex was such a turn-on was surprising, but I needed to feel more of it against my body.

I found a pair of latex pants and gloves that I thought would go perfectly with the corset. Yet, as I looked at the tiny pants, I was baffled at how I was going to squeeze into them. I grabbed my phone, hoping to find some answer.

Every article I read mentioned lubing your body up before even attempting to wear latex. Looking through the trunk, I found several bottles labeled "Latex Lube." It was apparent that Mom was well-stocked, making me wonder how often she wore these outfits for Dad.

I sprayed the lube against my skin, rubbing it in as best I could. My legs shone in the overhead light as I inched the latex pants up my legs. With one last tug, the pants were finally on. 

The latex didn't breathe, and I felt sweat collect on my body. The sensation of being encased in latex was overwhelming, making me wonder if I should forgo the gloves, but after glancing at the full-length mirror, I decided that I needed the gloves to complete the look. 

I lubed up my arms and wriggled my way into the gloves. Once on, I sprayed the latex with polish and began to buff my outfit with a cloth I found in the trunk.

Slowly, I ran the cloth over every inch of my latex-covered body. With every movement, the latex conformed to my figure. The sensation sent shivers straight down to my engorged pussy. I took my time rubbing the polish into the latex. With every second that passed, I felt myself getting increasingly turned on. 

I needed to cum, and with a trunk full of toys at my disposal, I was excited to test my body's limits on what it could handle. I grabbed a dildo that had a suction cup on it and a small black vibrator that was undoubtedly made for clit stimulation.

I contemplated heading to my room, but with my parents' bed right there, I decided to take the opportunity to play with myself somewhere new. I had to admit, there was something very naughty feeling about masturbating on my parent's bed, with Mom's toys, and in her fuck me outfit.

The rustling of latex filled my ears as my hands explored my body. I wasn't sure what it was about the latex, but I savored every touch of the sleek material. 

I dragged my fingers over my breasts, taking my time to tease my swollen nipples. I circled the hard nubs, pressing the latex into my areola, a sensation I couldn't begin to put into words. 

My fingers trailed down my stomach, slowly descending to my intended target. I spread my legs as far as I could before stroking my inner thighs, torturing myself to the point of no return.

I ran my fingers up and down my latex-covered cunt, pressing the rubbery material between my slick folds. With every pass, I circled my clit, causing my body to shake.

My pussy begged to be touched, so I unzipped the crotch of my latex pants. I was amazed by how far down the zipper went. Once fully open, my wet pussy and my complete asshole were exposed to the cold air. The feeling of the air on my drenched crotch sent me into a tizzy. 

I yearned to be filled, so I wrapped my fingers around the thick toy cock, before bringing it to my lips. I twirled my tongue around the toy, licking it as if it were a real dick. Gradually I took the dildo into my mouth, sucking on it, getting it wet and ready for my needy pussy.

With a plop, I pulled the toy out of my mouth and dragged it between my flowering labia. I sunk the thick cock deep inside me, thrusting it into my cunt. My pussy lips pulled against the toy's veiny surface, making me scream with abandon. 

"Fuck yes!" I moaned.

I clutched my latex-covered breasts with one hand while the other pumped the dildo in and out of my cunt, ravaging my needy pussy. My hips jerked, pushing against the toy, trying to take as much of it in me as I could. The toy was thick, stretching me in ways that no real cock ever had.

 I don't know why; maybe it is because I knew my parents fucked in this outfit, or perhaps it was because I found some of my sluttier clothes in their sex box, but I suddenly couldn't get the image of my parents fucking me out of my mind. I had been in several threesomes at school, so the idea of being with a couple wasn't foreign to me, but I had never fantasized about my folks before. 

“Daddy!" I moaned as I pumped the cock into me.

I licked my lips, wishing Mom's cunt was there was the tasting.

"Mommy, sit on my face. Feed your slutty daughter your wet cunt," I screamed.

Verbalizing my desires made the scenario feel all the more real. I brought the dildo to my mouth, making sure to run it across my lips. I craved the taste of pussy and eagerly sucked my juices off the toy dick. 

"Oh, Mommy, you taste so good. Daddy is thrusting his big dick in me, fucking me like his little whore. I was made to be my parents' slut. Fuck me so good," I found myself begging.

I couldn't get over how naughty I was being, yet the more I vocalized my dreams, the harder I fucked myself.

My body was glistening from sweat as the latex clung to my body. Strands of my blonde hair stuck to my forehead as I pushed my hips ferociously against what I imagined was my father's dick. 

"I am so close, Daddy. I want you to cum deep inside me while Mommy watches. I can tell she is close. Mommy's pussy is dripping her juices all over my face and mouth," I shouted.

"Cum for me, Daddy. Fuck your little whore of a daughter. I know you want me," I continued. 

A loud groan from the corner of the room pulled my attention away from my fun. I looked up and saw my father, his pants down around his ankles, openly jerking his cock, while watching me. I don't know why he was home. He was supposed to be at work. I was shocked but found myself welcoming his intrusion. 

While his dick wasn't as thick as the toy I had been fucking, it was a decent size and dripping pre-cum.

"Oh my god," I screamed. 

Despite having been caught, Dad didn't stop jerking his cock, and I soon realized I had not stopped fucking myself either. Our eyes met as the two of us continued to pleasure ourselves.

The words that came out of my mouth next astounded even me. 

"Cum for me, Daddy. Cum as you watch your daughter fucking her tight cunt. I bet you like seeing your little girl dressed in Mommy's latex. Do I look as good as her?" I purred. 

"Even better," he breathlessly said.

 To my surprise, Dad walked over to me and continued to jerk himself off while standing over me. 

Up close, his cock looked delicious. I was tempted to reach out and take it into my mouth, but I worried that would be a step too far for him.

"God, I wish Mommy was here. I want to taste her sweet, wet cunt. I bet you'd like to see that, wouldn't you, Daddy?" I tantalizingly said.

"Oh, god," Daddy groaned.

Clearly, the image of me tongue fucking his wife, my Mom, was too much for him. Spurt after creamy spurt of his cum splashed against my face and the top of my exposed cleavage.

I licked my lips, tasting Daddy's spunk for the first time. The salty cum was tangy, making my mouth water for more. I scooped a glop of cum up with my fingers and sucked it between my lips, savoring every last drop I could.

By this point, my pussy was on fire. I grabbed the black clit stimulator, turned it on, and rubbed it against my engorged button.

My gaze never left my father's as I fucked my cunt silly while continuously licking my lips, enjoying the taste of his cream.

A ripple of electricity shot through my body, causing every muscle to clench.

"I'm cumming for you, Daddy. God, I wish Mommy was here," I moaned as waved after wave of pleasure coursed through me.

As I came down from my orgasm, I watched Daddy quickly pull up his pants and start to mumble apologies. 

"I'm sorry, baby," he said before disappearing as if he was never there.

I lay there for a while, spent from the craziness of what just happened.

Eventually, I got up, removed all the latex clothing, and returned everything just how I found it.

My sweat-covered body had a chill, and I knew the only thing that could get rid of it was a hot shower. 

Steaming water cascading down my body was just what I needed. I stood there, letting the hot water release the tension from my muscles before lathering up my luffa and scrubbing my body clean.

As I exited the shower, I wrapped a towel around me, my wet hair clinging to my shoulders.

I still had a few hours until Mom would be home, so I threw on the tiniest bikini I owned and made my way to our pool.

The air was thick from the humidity, causing me to perspire despite just lying there. Yet, the feeling of the sun on my exposed skin made it worth it.

I poured tanning oil into my palms, rubbing my hands together to warm it before kneading it into my skin. The slick oil felt good as I spread it over my torso. 

Within minutes, my whole front side glistened. Something about wearing my skimpy swimsuit and the slickness of the oil brought my mind back to this morning's events with my father.

I slid my oil-covered hands under my bikini top, pressing my palm into my flesh. The greasiness of my fingers caused memories of my cum covered digits to flood my mind.

My already hot body began to warm up as I played with my tits. A smile grew across my face as I pictured my parents watching me pleasuring myself in the backyard. 

I knew I should control myself, especially since I had only cum two hours earlier, but my tingly pussy called out to be touched.

I pulled my bikini bottom to the side, careful not to stain the fabric. My labia were already slippery and wet. I spread my lips open and dipped two fingers into myself.

I envisioned Mom finding me this time, her skirt hiked up around her waist, as she plunged her fingers deep inside her.

Masturbating outdoors left me feeling vulnerable, so I decided not to play around. I curled my fingers, dragging them along my g-spot with every thrust, while my other hand rubbed my clit with abandon. 

The tanning oil, mixed with my own juices, made my pussy a sloppy mess, and I loved it. The hot sun beat down on my body, causing sweat to form on my brow.

My clit felt more sensitive with every pass of my fingers, making my body contort in pleasure. After what felt like an eternity, an orgasm washed over me. 

"Fuck me, Mommy," I yelled, unconcerned with who would hear me.

 I soon collapsed on the lounge chair in a puddle of sweat and tanning oil, exhausted beyond belief. I closed my eyes, allowing sleep to overtake me.

An hour later, I felt a hand shake me awake. 

"Good thing I came home early. Otherwise, you would have been burnt to a crisp, Amy," Mom chided me. 

"Sorry. I guess I didn't realize how much my run took out of me this morning," I lied.

"I hope you know how proud of you I am for working so hard," she gushed.

"Thanks. I'm going to take a quick dip, and then I'll be in," I said.

After a quick swim and shower, I met Mom in the kitchen.

"Chicken, sweet potatoes, and broccoli sound okay for dinner?" Mom asked.

"Sounds great," I responded.

After the day's events, I found my curiosity getting the better of me. I argued with myself for what felt like forever, but in reality, less than a minute had passed before I spoke again.

 "You know, Mom, I couldn't find your Theragun this morning," I said.

 "I'm sorry, honey. I could have sworn I left it where I told you," Mom remarked.

 I took a deep breath, knowing that what I was about to say would change our lives forever.

"That's okay. I found something even better instead," I told Mom. 

"Oh. What's that?" Mom asked.

"Your sex trunk," I gleefully smiled. 

Mom was surprised, practically spitting out the wine she was drinking.

"Amy," Mom started to say before I cut her off.

 "Holy shit, Mom. You must love latex because the number of latex outfits I found was insane. I hope it is okay that I tried some stuff...