One day, while cleaning my room and searching for some swim trunks, I came across a super high-cut leotard I didn't recognize. Looking at it, I realized the only person in the family who could possibly own something like this was Mom. The thought that my own mother wore such a bold leotard shook me to the core, and before I knew it, I was wearing the leotard and masturbating intensely. Watching me, Mom was surprised but then revealed she used to be a race queen. My heart pounded as I listened, imagining her in her race queen outfit, and I began to crave seeing her in that outfit again.