Taking Care of Johnny

John nodded his head, trying to ignore his aching cock throbbing in the pajama pants. He watched as the translucent glove picked up the fork next to his plate, cutting through the stack of French toast and piercing the bite, lifting up to his mouth.

The outfit with the blouse moved to the other side of the table, sitting down in a chair while the clear gloves remained next to John, one of them feeding him while the other stroked his chin, teasing along his face. John contentedly chewed as the glove brought each bite to his mouth. He was in heaven, being fed and doted on while the clothing he was wearing massaged and stroked his body all over.

"What would my sweet little boy like to do today?" The blouse outfit said, crossing its sleeves on the table as it seemed to watch him eat. John carefully chewed and swallowed before responding.

"Our options outside the house are pretty limited if I have to keep you a secret, right?" John asked. The blouse nodded at him.

"Yes, for now that's true," the blouse said as John began eating again. "But when I say you have to keep this a secret, I really only mean we can't go parading outside of the house showing the world…and for now I would prefer both of us not share our little experiences here with your mom, for a few reasons," the blouse punctuated the last line with a low, sultry voice — and John gasped a little as he felt something other than the moving pajamas at his crotch. He looked down to see a white sock gesticulating against his erection — the hollow foot extending from the end of the denim pant leg under the table.

"Uh — uh-huh," John agreed, his mouth full as he gave his affirmative response.

"But that doesn't mean we can't have fun with some others," the blouse said. "Maybe you have a friend that would like to come over and play?" John coughed a little, his eyes going wide at the suggestion. "Easy, baby, easy — take your time eating." As John recovered, he thought about what the clothing could possibly mean by that. "It was just a thought…" The blouse said again. "She doesn't get home until tomorrow, so you still have a whole day with us."

"Well, you're the ones always locked in drawers and closets," he said. "Is there anything you'd like to do?" The glove under his chin traced carefully around his lips, and John groaned a little, feeling the erogenous charge as his already swollen dick pumped harder in his pants.

"Mmm...our little boy is so thoughtful and generous," the blouse said. One of the gloves' fingers worked its way between John's lips, and he went loose again — letting it in and gently sucking on the clear fingertip again. The panties and pajama pants began stroking him, standing him up straight against the sock playing footsie at his crotch. "What I really want…what I think we all really want, Johnny…is for our baby boy to indulge these maternal instincts — and some of our more basic feminine needs." John let out a long moan, still sucking on the clear fingertip as he felt his pajama pants grip his ass tightly. His outfit lifted him higher, kneading his ass as he was pulled back and perched above the table.

"We want to see you, happy, Johnny. " The finger retreated from John's mouth, and he looked at the outfit in front of him, practically drooling. "We want to take care of you. We want to give you everything you need. Everything." They were being nice to him before, encouraging him to explore them--but this...this was nothing short of devotion. Maybe obsession. There was something absolutely tranquilizing about it, but at the same time, John wondered what was going to happen tomorrow when his actual mom returned home.

He finished breakfast on the edge of release--the satin pajamas and black panties unrelenting with their teasing the entire time he was being fed by the outfit in the apron and gloves. The outfit cleared the table as John's pajamas hovered him through the kitchen, floating him around to follow. John watched as the outfit passed the dishes into the sink, where a pair of yellow rubber gloves washed them.

"M-mom's company makes dish gloves, too?" John asked.

"Remember the special formula we talked about?" The outfit asked him. He nodded at the blouse. "Well, we took it upon ourselves to recruit some helpers using a little of your mom's prototype." John couldn't understand how all of this had been going on without him knowing until the day before.

"I...I don't get it. You did all of this today?" John asked.

"Questions, questions, questions," The blouse placed its hands on its leather hips. "Does it really matter, Johnny? The important thing is that we don't have to hide from you anymore."

"I don't mean to be pushy about ungh--anything," John said, still being teased by the pajamas. "I'm just worried about what happens tomorrow when mom gets back."

"Oh, Johnny..." The cream blouse opened its sleeves as the apron untied from it, drifting over to hang on a hook. John's pajamas floated him toward the outfit, which embraced him in a hug. "Don't worry. Now that we've finally been able to spend some quality time with you, nothing's going to keep us from our baby boy." John swallowed hard, wrapped in the satin sleeves and pressed against the outfits breasts. "Why do you seem so tense, honey?"

"We've only been edging him all morning," The pajamas responded. "Maybe it's time for little Johnny to come to a conclusion." John felt his dick tugged by the black panties, making him gasp a little.

"Mmm...does Johnny wanna come for mommy?" The blouse asked.