An assortment of things

Jack writhed on the satin sheeted bed, the material embracing his naked skin. He felt like he was bathed in the softest of milks, always having being subjugated to wool linen bedsheets, all his short life.

Nervousness and anticipation, ran through his increasingly fidgeting body. It felt so surreal, almost erotic, in the way his mother's clothes undressed him so forcibly.

It felt like his mother's invisible hands and desires were manifesting, almost asif from thin air. A fire raged at his pelvis, making his slow to respond cock, to rise like a pillar in the air.

Lightheaded and giddy, Jack mustered up the energy to glimpse his mother's garments. He was surprised to find that the clothes that had undressed him previously, which consisted of her daily summerwear. Had exchanged themselves for something more... intimate now.

Were the clothes influenced by his sudden desires? The thought sent a pleasurable tremor down his immoral-ably, complicit body. Swallowing a anticipating filled mouthful of saliva, Jack watched mesmerised, as the top draw of his mother's dresser opened, which just so happened to be filled with her delicates.

He knew this odd fact about his mother's wardrobe, only as a curious youth, dazzled by a woman's strange clothing. But that curiosity over the years turned to selfish desire, as his base instincts flared uncontrollably.

Jack's eyes lit up as he spotted one of his favourite new sets spring to life, up and out of the dresser, towards the bed he was on. It was a red lace number, complete with red stockings,garder hooks, string thong and lace trimmed bra.

He hadn't had a chance to test this one yet, his mother had just bought it two months ago, a spontaneous purchase on her part. It was one of her more "racier" selections that she had in her collection. Jack had overheard his mother giggling one day, while speaking on the phone to her best friend, Jill in hushed whispers. He couldn't help but give a thumb's up to Jill, she always was more outgoing.

Right now he was experiencing a plethora of firsts. A first for his mother's new lingerie and a first for being manhandled by moving clothes. The thought made his blood boil just thinking about it.

Closing his eyes, Jack wanted to experience this moment as viscerally as he could. No distractions.. and no conflicting thoughts. Just the pure unadulterated sensual touch of his mother's finest undergarments.

Jack groaned out in surprise, as he felt what he thought was his mother's garder belt encircling the base of his cock, slowly constricting it. He liked to think that it felt like his mother's two hands,were holding each end of the clips and pulling away.

Arching his pelvis up, Jack lustfully thrusted his cock up into the air, his body's muscles taut in the ****. Not to be outdone, the lace stocking's caressed their way up his leg to envelope his two dangling testicles.

Both forceful and soft, two different sensations ravaged Jack's senses. Worked up too quickly, a thick dollop of pre cum exited his urethra, but not before it' was catched by a stocking.

Relaxing his body back into the bed, Jack absentmindedly brang his free hands up to his nipples. Just lightly, he circled the edges of his aeurola's with his fingers.... bringing forth goosebumps, to his hot and heavy skin. His nipples began to harden in protest, stimulated by the foreign invader.

The garder hooks seemed to be stimulated by this fact, increasing the speed up and down his cock. Suddenly, he felt two more sets of fabric inch their way up his body. One stopped at where the two others were having their fun. It squeezed itself past and very deftly placed itself upon his throbbing tip.

The sudden softness of the lacy material agitated his already sensitive cock. It could only be his mother thong panties. Just as Jack got somewhat used to this sensation, he felt the pressure of her panties fill out.

Eyes flying open and darting down, ignoring the bra that had come to rest on his stomach he saw the front part of her thong pressed into his bulge, while the rest floated in the air. Strangely, it looked like it had been filled out by a woman who was invisible. There was also a faint depression of a woman's mound on the front of the thong, that wasn't hidden.

Like it had been discovered, the clothes paused for a split second. But like nothing happened, it quickly resumed it's hold on Jack. Now it felt like a woman was grinding her folds upon his length, eager and hungry. He swore he could feel a heat and moistness eminate from his mother's panties.

Like she was arc'd over jack, the bra on his navel filled out. Like two soft grapefruits, they trailed there way up his chest to smother his lips. Motorboating and teasing him with the hard nipple that would show through the material. Jack couldn't help but dart out his tongue when he felt the protruding nipple from the floating bust.

Minutes pass, jack can feel his body reaching its end. Like the perfect temptress, his mother's red lingerie knows how to tease and stop his body's climax. But now, even for it; it knows he was near.

Just as he was reveling in the ending afterglow, he suddenly felt his mother's clothes turn slack followed by his mother's piercing voice.

"Jack! Just what on EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!".

Blueballed and startled he scrambled up to find his mother in the doorway.