He's in for a surprise

It was safe to assume that his mother wasn't exactly thrilled. Jack was harshly scolded and sent to his room, but not before he had to hand wash her soiled lingerie. Call it a punishment of sorts.

She just couldn't get over how **** and thoughtless he was to use her clothing in such a manner. What could he say? The clothes came alive and molested him? Jack knew that wouldn't fly, if anything, it would further add to her already low opinion of him.

But what Jack couldn't erase out of his head, was the red lingerie teasing him behind his mother's back as she scolded him. The bra cup would fill out in proposterous proportions and jiggle in a come hither manner. It almost seemed to be taunting him in its actions.

It took all his willpower to not glance around his mother's heaving bust at the spectacle. But he couldn't help comparing her clothed breasts to the sheer racy bra. Let's just say that most of his critical thinking was absent from that conversation. Luckily, she didn't seem to catch his wandering eyes, otherwise he could only imagine her further disapproval if she had.

Now back in his room, being refused dinner as punishment, he was told to reflect on himself. But what was there to reflect on? Yes, he did violate her personal space, but any other actions were purely on the clothing's part. It all started today when he saw the boots moving around, seemingly without human intervention. Who wouldn't be curious about how this happened?

Jack still felt himself being quite sensitive in his nether regions, a side effect of being blueballed. It certainly wasn't a pleasant experience to say the least.

"Why did she have to come in at THAT exact time...why!?" A helpless groan issued from Jack's lips as he lay back on his bed, with nothing to do and hungry.

If there was a way to have a do-over, Jack, would love to have cummed, least this way he wouldn't have suffered a complete loss. It was truely a tragic sight, selfish as that may sound. That was one of the downsides of being a young horny male, there was nothing worse than being denied release.

But what Jack didn't know, at that precise moment, a soiled sock of his was inching its way up his bed.

"W-what t-he f-fuck!" startled, Jack felt a toe fondle his testicles through his pants.

Looking down with agitation and anger, Jack could only gape at the fully fleshed sock fondling his balls with the toes of the sock.

"Oh fuck!.... Not this shit again!"