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Massage Tool Mishap

... 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 ...