A week goes by, and nothing happens

It had been almost a week and nothing happened.

You occasionally went into your mother's room again when she was gone, in an attempt to interact with her clothes, but there was nothing but silence. Despite that, the spellbook was still missing.

Talking to the same gloves which **** you to cum yielded no results. More mysteriously, you hadn’t seen the red satin sheets since the day you came on them. You began to feel like a fool--now doubt was even setting in.

After your encounter with the enchantments, the problem wasn’t wrapped up--yet when your mom returned home, she certainly didn't seem to know anything about living clothes and never asked about the bedsheets. Life went on as it had. Maybe it was all just a dream.

But on another of your Mom’s weekends away, something woke you out of a sound sleep.

"I hope somebody's not robbing the house," you say aloud. When you stand out of bed, you hear the front door downstairs close, and your heart pounds. You listen for footsteps or shuffling, but the noise suddenly stopped. You heard the door close, and nothing else.

Cautiously, you head downstairs--bat in hand. When you round the corner the entry, you see it. There's a package hovering in the air. You stare, lowering your bat and leaning it against the wall, deferring the **** you’d been seeking. Some part of you missed it.

The package drifted forward and set itself down before you. You pick it up, and it's addressed to you, but there’s no other shipping detail, nothing about Amazon, USPS, etc.

Curious, and starved for your promised visit from the teasing encounter a week ago, you open the box.