My body buzzed with anticipation as I waited for my son, John, to sign in to our nightly Zoom meeting. As per his request, I inserted my new anal plug the moment I arrived home. The sensation of having something in my ass was strange, but I slowly began to enjoy it. I particularly loved how excited it made John.
The familiar ping on my computer let me know that John had signed on. I adjusted my sheer teddy, making sure my tits lay just right.
“Hi, honey,” I seductively said.
“Hi, Mommy,” I heard come from my computer.
While I expected to hear John’s deep voice, I was greeted by the sweet sounds of my daughter-in-law, Amy. There she was, topless, her nipples poking out, beckoning me.
“I didn’t expect to see you, sweetie,” I told her.
“John got summoned into the office last minute, and we both thought it would be a waste if you missed your anal training call,” Amy responded.
“You are too funny. This butt plug does feel great, though. It took some getting used to, but now that it’s in, I’m loving it,” I gushed.
“I know what you mean. I have one in, too,” Amy revealed.
Amy stood up and turned around. While I initially thought that she was only topless, it was clear that she came to our call naked. Her pussy and plugged ass filled the computer screen, making my mouth water with excitement.
“It’s a shame you are all the way in Florida. I’d love to lick you right now,” I admitted.
“I’d love that. I can’t wait for you to come back down in a few weeks. I need to feel Mommy’s tongue on my dripping cunt,” Amy purred.
Hearing my daughter-in-law call me Mommy always made my juices flow. I reached my hand between my legs and slowly started teasing myself.
“Is Mommy playing with herself?” Amy inquired.
“Yes, I’ve been so horny all day,” I admitted.
“Show me,” Amy commanded.
I tilted the computer down, spread my legs, and pulled my teddy to the side. Slipping my middle finger between my lips, I was surprised by how wet I already was. I opened myself up to better let Amy see my glistening pussy.
“You are one big slut aren’t you, Mommy. You came on this call hoping to get your son off, and now you are exposing your drenched cunt to your daughter. I want you to cum for me. I’m going to fuck myself with my toy while watching you,” Amy barked.
While I came on the Zoom expecting to cum with John, I welcomed becoming my daughter-in-law’s plaything.
“Yes, Mistress Amy,” I moaned, surprising even myself.
Amy pulled a dildo out from behind her computer and began sucking on the thick toy. I pictured John’s hard dick in Amy’s mouth as I glided one and then two fingers inside me.
“Oh, god,” I groaned.
“Watch me,” Amy instructed.
My daughter-in-law pulled the dildo out of her mouth and plunged it into her wanton pussy. Sloshing sounds filled my ears as Amy pumped the dildo into her needy hole.
“Oh, Mistress, I love seeing you fuck your pussy. I’m so wet. All day I have wanted to cum to my son, but seeing my daughter makes me hotter than I could’ve ever dreamed,” I muttered.
“Bend over and fuck your pussy with one hand while using the plug on your ass,” Amy ordered.
With slight trepidation, I stood up and revealed my open ass to her. I carefully pulled the plug out of my gaping hole and slid it back in. My other hand pumped in and out of my pussy. With every thrust, my palm nudged against my clit, making me moan uncontrollably.
“John is going to love fucking that tight ass. Your son loves to cum deep in my dirty hole, especially when another guy is in my pussy,” Amy said while trying to goad me on.
Listening to Amy discuss getting double penetrated by my son and another guy was too much for me. My body exploded, sending shockwaves through every inch of me.
I grunted like an animal in heat as I continued to fuck myself through my orgasm.
“Oh, Mommy, hearing you moan like that,” Amy said before trailing off.
Amy fucked herself furiously. I watched intently as her body and face contorted, letting me know she was close to orgasm.
“Mommy, I am cumming. My ass and pussy are being filled so well. I wish you were here,” Amy shouted.
I grinned wildly, enjoying every moment of Amy’s orgasm. After several minutes, Amy finally caught her breath.
“Holy shit, that was intense,” Amy said.
“No kidding. I can’t wait to see you guys in person! This is going to be a fun trip!” I exclaimed.
“Don’t forget about the party we are going to,” Amy reminded me.
“Oh, trust me, it’s not something I could forget about,” I said.
“I should probably go make dinner so it is ready for John when he gets back. Speak soon?” Amy remarked.
“Hopefully, we will do more than that. Night, sweetie,” I replied.
“Night, Mommy,” Amy said as the screen went blank.
I tried my best to go to sleep, but I was too excited for my trip. Amy’s reminder about the party reverberated in my mind. My son and his wife had been part of a swinger’s community for the past few years, and they invited me to their upcoming party.
While initially reluctant to go, the more I considered it, the more I wanted to join that part of my son’s life.
John and Amy loved latex, and I decided to surprise them by buying a latex outfit for the party. I hadn’t worn any latex since New Year’s Eve, and I was excited to get back into the rubbery material.
In my excitement, I had recently joined a latex advice Reddit group and started chatting with a local New York woman named Claire. While she as a lot younger than me, Claire and I really hit it off. When I signed into Reddit, I saw that I had a message from her. It was an invitation to meet her to go shopping for a catsuit.
Claire had previously shared many stories about how she loved wearing catsuits and how it enhanced her enjoyment of sex. Everything about her experiences intrigued me, and I couldn’t wait to try one on.
I immediately replied that I was interested. She quickly responded and provided me with the address of the latex shop. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that my fantasies were going to become a reality.
The rest of the week felt like a slog. All I wanted to do was to meet Claire and continue my descent into depravity.
As I approached the building where I was meeting Claire, I was taken aback by how nice it was. Despite its location, I couldn’t help but picture the shop being a seedy hole of degradation.
SoHo was known for fashion, but the middle-aged woman in me had a hard time imagining latex clothing as being anything but a sex toy you wore.
“Hi. Are you Jill?” A kind and elegant voice spoke from behind me.
Turning around, I was shocked by how sexy the woman in front of me was. While I knew Claire was young, she hardly looked older than twenty-one. She was dressed in a white cropped tee and cut-off jean shorts. Her straight red hair made her look innocent, yet I knew from our conversations that she was anything but.
“You must be Claire! Wow, you are beautiful. I hope that’s okay to say,” I blurted out.
“You’re sweet. You aren’t so bad yourself,” Claire teased.
I stood there awkwardly, uncertain about what to say next. Without an ounce of hesitation, Claire took the lead.
“Let’s go shopping. I made an appointment for us. Sean is great. He really knows how to tailor latex perfectly,” Claire said.
Shocked by Claire’s confidence and knowledge, I let this young woman take control. Claire took my hand and led me up the stairs to a beautiful showroom.
Looking around the shop, I found it hard to believe what I was seeing. Latex outfits of all shapes and cuts filled the cavernous space.
“Hi. You must be Jill. Claire has let me know all about you,” A booming voice said from across the room.
“Sean!” Claire shrieked.
Sean and Clair hugged like old Friends. Sean was a tall, hulking black man who was dressed exquisitely. I wondered how these two connected.
“Jill, this is Sean. He is going to make you look the sexiest you have ever looked,” Claire gushed.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Sorry, but this is all so overwhelming,” I admitted.
“No worries. This is what I do. Let’s take some measurements, and then we can try on some samples so you can get an idea of what you like,” Sean said.
Sean’s strong hands moved around my body, measuring every inch of me. Despite his matter-of-fact nature, there was something very intimate about the act. Perhaps it was because I knew the end goal was being encase in latex for my son and daughter-in-law.
While Sean and Claire didn’t know it, they were there helping prepare me as a gift for John and Amy. Just the thought of it made my pussy leak in anticipation.
“Okay, all done. Claire, honey, why don’t you show Jill some of the suits you have picked out in the past. Take the samples to the fitting room and show your friend how to get them on,” Sean instructed.
“Come on. This is going to be fun,” my new friend said.
Jill grabbed my hand and pulled me through the narrow aisles. She took two catsuits off the shelf and escorted me into a large changing room.
“Get naked,” Claire ordered.
I was taken aback by this young woman’s towering presence but easily acquiesced to her demands. There was something about her energy that made me just want to do anything that she requested.
Prior to my trip to Florida, I had never thought of myself as submissive. I was a strong, independent woman, but the more I delved into my newly awakened sexuality, the more I realized how much I longed to be dominated.
I hastily pulled my top over my head and pulled down my skirt. Claire stripped out of her clothes, leaving only her black thong on. I momentarily stood there in my bra and underwear, gawking at Claire’s almost naked body.
Claire was thin, with very small tits. Her pale skin practically radiated in the overhead light. I felt lured into her as if I was a bug attracted to the light. Claire clasped her tiny breasts, tugging at her pierced nipples. I was shocked by how okay she was groping herself in front of me, but the young woman seemed not to have a care in the world.
“Like what you see?” Claire teased. “It is only fair if you show me yours.”
With a deep breath, I reached behind my back and let my bra fall forward. My large nipples and heaving chest were now on display for my young friend to see.
“Don’t forget your underwear. I hope you shaved your pussy like I recommended. The latex feels so much better on a smooth cunt,” Claire declared.
My heart was pounding, nervous that Claire would see how aroused I was. I slipped my fingers into the band of my thong and pulled the wet fabric down my legs.
“You look delicious, Mommy,” Claire lustfully breathed
Mommy. That word had so many dirty connotations to it. It was a word that until recently seemed so innocent but was now one of pure, unadulterated wickedness.
“I know you said you wore some latex clothes before, but a catsuit is a bit more difficult to put on. Watch me, and then I will help you get yours on,” Claire explained.
I watched, mouth agape, as Claire slathered lube all over her bare skin. My body was on fire, desperate for relief. I dared not openly play with myself, so I subtly rubbed my thighs together, hoping it would alleviate my growing arousal.
Claire’s eyes caught mine, and she gave me a knowing smile. Her gaze pierced any guards I had up. I was hers, and she knew it.
She carefully rolled the right leg of the suit up and slid her foot into it. Claire wiggled the latex up her body, straightening it as needed. Once one leg was done, she repeated the process on the other side.
I followed Claire’s delicate hands as they slid into their encasings. She shimmied her way into the catsuit and stood up, letting the catsuit cling to her torso.
My pussy was a soaking mess, and I couldn’t wait to feel the latex on my skin. Yet, before I could begin dressing myself, Claire asked for some help.
“Would you mind zipping me in?” She asked.
With a deep breath, I inched towards her, grasped the tiny zipper, and pulled it from Claire’s ass up to her neck. Quickly, I backed away, making sure I did nothing to ruin the moment.
“You don’t need to be afraid. It’s okay to explore with me,” Claire said.
My face turned beet red. I thought I was doing my best to hide my lust, yet it was evident that Claire knew that I wanted her.
Claire sprayed polish on her suit and ran a cloth over her latex-covered form.
“What do you think?” Claire asked while spinning around.
“I hope I look a quarter as good as you do,” I declared.
“Let me help you,” Claire said.
She led me to a chair in the corner of the room and kneeled before. Her tiny hands glided across my legs as she gently applied the lube to my body. The lube was cold, making goosebumps form on my shimmering skin
Looking down, it was hard not to notice the shit-eating grin plastered on Claire’s face. I was wrapped around her little fingers, and she loved every minute of it.
Claire’s hands felt great on my body. At any other moment, I would be begging for her to make me cum, but I knew we were there for a purpose, and that wasn’t for me to orgasm.
Claire delicately maneuvered the latex up my lubed-up body. Once my legs were in, she helped me stand up and wiggled the catsuit over my wide hips. While this suit wasn’t tailored to me, it was still snug.
“Bend over and then slide your hands down into the arms, putting even pressure down ” Claire declared.
I did as instructed, and soon, my arms and torso were covered in latex. I stood up, and the latex hugged my body in a way no other fabric could.
It had been months since I had worn latex, and I had forgotten how amazing the smooth material felt on my sensitive nipples.
Claire stood behind me and zipped me into the catsuit, making the clothing fit even tighter. The suit kindled a fire in me that needed to be extinguished.
“You look so sexy, Mommy,” Claire purred.
Mommy. There was that word again. While I didn’t know it when we met, it was obvious now that Claire had a thing for older women.
“Mommy, feels so good right now, little girl, I said, deciding to play along.
Claire stood on her toes, reached up, and kissed me. Her latex-covered body pressed into mine, making our outfits squeak loudly. The crackling of latex filled my ears as I pulled Claire’s young body into me.
Our lips smashed together while our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Claire cupped my latex-encased tits and kneaded my pillowy mounds. With every touch, the latex ignited a desire in me I had only felt while fucking my son and his wife.
Despite having only met Claire in person just an hour earlier, I needed to be hers.
“Let’s pay for this stuff and head back to my place,” I breathlessly said.
“Follow me,” Claire told me.
We grabbed our stuff and threw it into our purses.
“Sean, can we take these loaners and return them when we pick up the new suits?” Claire asked.
“Leave a deposit, and you are good to go,” Sean explained.
I pulled out my credit card and paid the man whatever he needed.
“Go have fun, you crazy ladies,” Sean chuckled.
Without a care in the world, Claire and I exited the shop and hailed a cab. Onlookers were shocked by our sexy outfits, but their stares just added to the overwhelming power I felt.
The cab ride back to my place was short, yet the tension in the taxi was almost too much. Claire and I did our best to behave ourselves. All I wanted to do at that moment was rub my body over hers.
I tried to sit still, but the catsuit seemed to have a mind of its own. With every breath, the catsuit crackled. The driver’s gaze shifted back and forth between the road and what was happening behind him.
“Eyes on the road, mister,” Claire laughed.
I smiled widely at the absurdity of the situation. Yet my attention swiftly returned to the woman sitting beside me. Claire’s delicate fingers crept along my inner thigh, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t believe how naughty this young woman was.
As we were about to exit the cab, I called out to the driver.
“I hope you think of us the rest of the day,” I shouted.
I pulled Claire into me, interlacing my fingers into her red locks. Our lips and tongues met as we furiously made out, putting on a show for our excited observer.
Claire and I sauntered out of the cab, shaking our asses along the way. I could feel the cabbie’s eyes burning into us, leaving a lasting image in his head.
Once in my apartment, Claire pushed me against the door. She leaned into me, allowing her warm breath to coat my ear.
“Mommy needs to beg for what she wants,” Claire whispered.
My knees buckled beneath me. I was completely caught off guard by her demands, and my body could barely contain the excitement I felt.
Claire caught me as I slid to the floor. Once on my knees, I looked up at the breathtaking beauty before me.
“Mommy needs you to make her cum. I need my sweet daughter to treat me like a slut, and do whatever the fuck she wants to me,”…