Meanwhile, back in his mother's room.

This was all Sandra needed, she had a hard day at work dealing with all those male assholes leering at her with their eyes. She had to work twice as hard as her male counterparts to be even considered for promotions. Such was the life of a female corporate worker.

It was just her son and her, her husband having abandoned them when Jack was just born. This did make them more close than other mothers and sons were, but still, this didn't excuse him from what he had just done.

Maybe this was his way of seeking attention, long hours at work had kept her from seeing him. A note and some money, were all the indication of her presence to him each day, this did make her sorry.

Unbuttoning her blouse a few buttons, Sandra felt the stress of the day melting from her body. 'This tight top and pencil skirt sure does constrict'.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sandra thoughtfully pondered how she should approach her son about what had happened. With deft hands while thinking, Sandra slowly removed her blouse and skirt till only in her underwear.

Looking into the mirror, she could hardly blame her son for using her underwear. She made a habit of only wearing the best, whether it was Victoria secret or Cosabella. Each item boasted custom made designs and materials, produced with the highest of care. Naturally, the price wasn't cheap.

The comfort and confidence it gave her helped her face each day's challenges as they came. It was amazing what a expensive pair of underwear could do for a woman.

"Maybe I was too hard on him?"

Looking at the state of the bed, Sandra felt guilty for unloading on her son as soon as she got home. Yes, what he did was wrong, but the way she went about it could've been better. Shouting wouldn't solve anything and would only drive them apart.

Through her musings,she found a shirt of her son's left behind under her sheets. Fondly gathering it up, she couldn't help but smile and shake her head at her son's actions.

"I'll return this to him and we can have a nice talk" This shirt gave her the perfect opportunity to discuss what happened with her son. If he was into wearing or touching woman's clothing, perhaps she could buy a pair for him when she next's goes shopping.

As she was getting up to get changed she felt something happen with the shirt held in her hands. Like something possessed, the cuffs of the shirt latched onto her laced bust. Brush strokes of knuckles were felt through the cuffs of the shirt, attacking her nipples through the sheer bra.

So astonished, it took her a few seconds to realise what was happening. Could the stress of the day be affecting her mind? But the hardening of her nipples and the wet feeling between her legs were telling her that this was all true.

It had been years since another man had touched her breasts, so foreign was this feeling now. The shirt was getting more aggressive in it's actions, gluing itself to her body in the next second. That's when she felt the unmistakable feeling of a bulge from the hem of the shirt. It felt exactly like a man was dry humping her with their clothes on.

Flustered, Sandra tried to gather her wits, " This can't be real....." That's when it dawned on her that maybe that's what happened with Jack, "could it?....no....surely not".

It didn't take long for the sentient shirt to lose it's stamina, Sandra felt the phantom cock rub itself against her covered mound. It's movements growing more urgent and erratic. That's when she felt a warm wet sensation on her warm slit, adding to her wetness. She wasn't sure how this was possible, but clearly it was.

This shirt acted Asif a horny youth, interested only in their own pleasure. Could it be because it was her son's shirt? That seemed unsettling.

Worked up and horny she tossed the shirt aside and decided to talk to Jack tomorrow. Right now she needed to tend to the fire between her legs.