Sean's Extremely Confused Arousal

Sean watched as the barista’s former outfit continued to be groped by her mother’s. He was focused in particular on their cognac leather gloves, shamelessly buried in their ‘daughter’s’ denim shorts and groping the invisible form filling them.

“I think your boyfriend likes watching,” Sarah’s voice said form the dark red sweater. Sean blushed a little, holding his hands in front of the waist of his pants to try and hide his growing erection behind them. “Does he want to participate, I wonder?”

“He’s not my boyfriend, mom,” Christa’s clothes replied. “He’s just a cutie who happened to be around when we came to life, and he decided to come home with us. He was with my other friend, Vanessa. Her outfit actually started everything in the coffee shop today.” The strange conversation actually prompted Sean to look around.

“Um, actually…where is Vanessa—‘s outfit?” Sean interjected, correcting himself. Christie’s grey sleeve rose to her collar as she laughed.

“You can just say Vanessa, silly,” Christa’s outfit responded. “She’s the only Vanessa that matters at the moment.”

“She’s probably getting to know Melody and Christa’s other things upstairs,” Sarah said. “She was in my room for a moment, while another outfit of mine got itself ready…”

“Another outfit?” Sean asked, still watching the two empty outfits locked in embrace.

“Sure,” Sarah said. “You responded so positively to the sight of my body that I decided to prepare a little something for the girls so that I could get to know you a little better myself.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Sean asked. He heard Sarah giggle as she squeezed her daughter’s ass again.

“Mommmm,” Christa seemed to whine. “If that’s what you’re really planning, maybe we should go somewhere more private.” If Sarah had suggested something, Sean didn’t hear it. The same thing seemed to happen between Vanessa and Christie’s clothes in the car. These animated clothes were somehow able to talk to each other without him hearing it.

“Nonsense,” Sarah responded, letting go of Christie’s outfit. “I can tell that your friend here likes the idea of a naughty mommy…one that can show him a good time while he watches me shower motherly love on my girls.” The outfit approached Sean, reaching a leather glove out to his crotch. He had no intention of backing away as Sarah’s dark blue skinny jeans straddled one of his thighs. He looked down at the tight denim as the cognac glove slid up and down the lump in his pants. “You liked watching us together, didn’t you, darling?” Sean nodded as his erection grew.

“Well…yuh-yeah,” he said, looking down into the neckline of the sweater and spotting a black satin bra wrapped around the same invisible shape that gave the living clothes their contours. “But how is it that you’re walking and talking like this, and what happened to—“

“Shhh…” Sarah said, her other cognac glove lifting up to rest a fingertip on his lips. “We’re giving you a wonderful gift Sean,” the throaty voice said, seeming very close to him now. “Many of our kind are happy to exploit and terrorize your fellow humans, most of whom are running scared while we take over. Do you really want to wax philosophical about this new reality, or do you want to feel my curves for yourself?” Before he could answer, there was a similar voice behind them.

“Oh my, we do have an audience,” Sarah’s voice said from across the room. It was actually another copy from her bedroom, the one that Vanessa’s clothes had watched getting ready. Shawn’s eyes bulged as he turned to see another ‘Sarah’ at the bottom of the stairs, entering the living room.

There was a short-sleeved button-down blouse in black silk, filled to her voluptuous shape. Black leather opera length gloves rested on the wide hips of a green skirt, below which two shapely leather thigh boots stood, poised on 3 inch heels. Sean’s eyes were hungrily taking in the gleaming leather when he realized something different about this outfit…it had lips!

Dark red lips were painted on the air above the silk collar. Gleaming diamond stud earrings floated to either side, and a gold necklace adorned an invisible neckline. The outfit sauntered up to Sean and rested a leather glove on his chest, rubbing it.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay with Christa?” Sarah asked her copy. “Our sweet little boy here might actually enjoy what I’m packing,” the outfit said. The other Sarah laughed.

“Why don’t you take care of the girl first, and then we might let him decide if he wants to play with your toy?” The first Sarah asked, gripping Sean’s package and making him moan.

“Hmmm…okay,” came the voice from above the black silk blouse. “I might let him decide,” It laughed. “But I’d still like a taste of him.” Sean gasped a little as one of the black leather gloves curled around his head, grabbing a tuft of his hair and pulling him toward the disembodied lips.

Sean was pleasantly disoriented, letting his body go limp as he was held between the two outfits. There was literally nothing in front of him, yet he could feel the painted lips working over his own. He felt a tongue drive itself into his mouth, and he melted, submitting to the fantastical forces commanding these outfits as he was kissed by what he imagined to be a phantom MILF.

“And do we approve?” The first Sarah outfit asked.

“We do indeed,” The other answered, releasing Sean’s lips and gently stroking his hair with the glove that had just forcefully gripped him. “I think Melody will enjoy him especially. We’ll have to repay Vanessa somehow for bringing him to us.”

“M-Melody?” Sean asked.

“You’ll meet her soon enough,” Sarah said, grinding the crotch of her skinny jeans against Sean’s thigh as the cognac glove unbuttoned his pants. “For now, though, watch the show… Christa might not readily admit it, but she’s always wanted an audience like you.”

“Mommmm!” The empty outfit responded.

“Now now,” the black blouse said, waving a leather finger at her daughter’s clothing. “Lets put that mouth of yours to better use.” The other glove pointed its palm down to the hem of the green skirt, and the fabric seemed to lift up on its own, rolling back over itself and revealing something Sean really hadn’t expected.

Beyond the leather thigh boots were translucent tan pantyhose, and there were no panties beneath them. Atop them, on the other hand, was a modestly-sized, apparently flaccid red dildo.

“Wh-what the fuck is —” A cognac glove clamped over his mouth.

“If this recent paradigm shift worked on all our adornments, why wouldn’t work on our other accessories?” Sarah asked, clearly not expecting an answer since she kept Sean muffled with her glove. “Now be a good audience and pay attention,” She added, unzipping his pants. “You’re about to see how talented my little Christa can be.”

He watched as Christa’s ghostly fishnets and boots bent toward Sarah’s second outfit. Her ensemble dropped to its knees in front of her mother’s, and Sean’s confusion stirred with arousal and embarrassment as her sleeves reached up to the upper half of the boot shafts. Invisible hands plied the thick leather, and Christie’s outfit leaned in toward the junction of the pantyhose.

Christa’s muffled voice came from the vicinity of this new confrontation, half-moaning and half-whining. Sean watched as the gleaming crimson rubber lifted up and moved on its own. One of Sarah’s black leather gloves reached above and behind Christa’s collar, apparently shoving an unseen head into the toy positioned at its crotch.

“Mmmm-haaaa, that’s my girl.” Sean couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only did the dildo appear to stand upright and move on its own, subject to the **** of suction from an invisible mouth, but something else was happening too. Was it…inflating?