It's a new day

Jack wasn't sure how much sleep he had, after the sock had showed itself last night, two sets of sports gloves of his, had tied his limbs to the bed.

The sock seemed to find some sadistic pleasure at bringing him to climax and stopping. This happened god knows how many times, he had lost count. The dull ache had turned into a throbbing pain, so expert was it's 'care'.

Not to mention the fact of his mother's gym leggings sneaking into his room in the middle of the night. Twerking and gyrating it's bubble butt in his face inches away,it was excruciating.

Somewhere in what little sleep he had got, all the perpetrators had either fled or become inanimate.

So traumatized by what had transpired, Jack went to releave his bladder in just his shorts. As he unleashed his stream he switched on the morning radio above the toilet. The mellow tunes soothed his frazzled nerves as he got himself ready for the day.

"- hello,we are getting reports of cloth-" Finished, Jack switched off the radio before he could hear the strange alert. Jack was still hesitant to find a shirt, thankfully his mother wasn't such a prude to tell him he needed a shirt at the breakfast table.

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Waking up to finding herself absent of underwear and leggings was not how she imagined finding herself the next morning. Images of yesterday's happenings quickly flooded her thoughts, scaring her to wakefulness.

"That's lucky" breathing out in relief, she found her missing clothes scattered on the floor beside the bed. Just the thought of them alive and moving around, sent goosebumps across her flesh.

Checking the time and date, it was her job to cook breakfast today. Jack would be up and hungry soon and it would give them both time to discuss what happened yesterday. And maybe broach the topic of clothing moving around on its own. That could explain his behaviour yesterday, she wanted it to be true.

After having a shower and performing her ablutions, she seemed to hit a snag, just when it came to picking her outfit. No matter how hard she tried, no modest blouse or pencil skirt would budge from her draw. She had to settle on a silk arm cut blouse, with a above knee length skirt. What made it so unsuitable was the clothes actions. Whether it was the skirt, blouse or the bra, each item made it its mission to display her curves to the greatest effect. The hem of her skirt would keep folding up till the curve of her ass was peeking out, with her bra pushing her breasts up on display.

It bordered on the somewhat indecent side. Her son would think that she was playing with his feelings if he saw her in this. But what could she do? Nothing else was available to her now, she just had to be happy with what she wore.

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