Sometimes, clothes have other plans

Making his way into the kitchen, Jack found it silent and empty. His mom seemed to have slept in this morning. Didn't she remember that it was her turn to cook? Embarrassment from yesterday aside, he was craving her special scramble eggs. She happened to make it just the way he liked; both fluffy and light.

Grabbing some plates and cutlery, Jack figured it was wise to earn some brownie points by setting the table in her absence. And she seemed to have just gotten up. The rusty pipes in the wall were rattling to indicate her shower was now running.

It still amazed Jack that this place was constructed in the 1800s. Everything to do with it either made some sort of tinker, creak or rattle at some point. It was annoying at first... But over the years it had become oddly soothing. Jack likened it to a age old friend.

"Stop it!" Teeth clenched, Jack whispered out. His pants hadn't stopped their teasing at all. If anything, it intensified.

Jack swore black and blue, he felt like a woman's hands were fondling his ass cheeks. He could feel the polished nail poking into his fleshy glutes.

But that wasn't the worst of it. As he was walking down the stairs, the phantom hands must of slipped. Because a manicured finger managed to slip between the cleft of his crack and into his virgin hole. That sent all manner of confusing thoughts through his head, when he felt that.

His throaty refusal seemed to excite the feminine hands more, as it grew more forceful with its groping. And it was starting to have an affect on him, much as he tried to stifle it.

Sitting down at the breakfast table, maybe that could stop the sentient pants. But it didn't. If anything, it made the pants apply pressure against his asscheeks.

Jack could still manage it as of now, but his mother would be down any second. He really didn't want to come off as some lust filled perv.

And speak of the devil.... Jack's eyes pop open as he watched her saunter into the kitchen. Yes...he meant saunter. That's the only word that would accurately discribe her strut right now.

It looked so uncomfortable as her skirt rode her inner thighs, giving hints to her black lingerie underneath. It was almost skin tight in its nature with how close it fitted to her body. He swore, he could see it rippling in his direction as his eyes roved over it. Could it be a trick of the mind?

But it didn't end there... Even her top seemed absent of buttons and a size too small. She looked like one of those girls from hooters. Was this suitable for work?

Hang on... Did the collar of her blouse just wave at him? Dumbfounded, Jack was suddenly interrupted by his mother's angry voice, "Jack, I think you have a clue about what's going on with all my clothes around here... Don't you?"

She must've still been angry from yesterday, as she hadn't turned around to look at him when she found herself by the stove. "Nergh!" A muffled groan escaped her lips, as Jack watched two ghostly hands wax her ass cheeks in circles. Her legs even closed together subtly. "Well...?" She was growing flustered and impatient at him not answering her. But he had problems of his own.

In the act of getting a clearer look, Jack's butt lifted off the chair. Making a perfect opportunity for the female digits to work its way around to his front. Gasping, a warm loving palm rested at the base of his length. Like a lover's caress, it slowly probed its way up his shaft with inordinate patience. Faster and faster, it paced it's strokes with his heartbeat. It gathered his pearly seed at the front of his pants, expanding the stain in its efforts.

Jack's mom had given up on trying to hike her skirt down, it was futile. "Jack! Answer me young man!". Now she was glaring at him in confused fury. But he still didn't answer. He was finally on his way to getting release , nothing was interrupting him now. "That's it. I'll show you not to answer me when I'm talking to y-". Like an angry tigress, she swooped on Jack before pausing mid step. "J-Jack...y-you too?" Her voice has gotten more gentler, guilty at having misunderstood him.