You know you're in trouble when I call you into my home office and I'm wearing the leather motorcycle jacket you humped and came on. As your mother, I reserve the right to always know what my son is doing, and I put a spy cam in your room as I suspected you were borrowing my clothes to sniff or worse, and I was proved correct! Imagine my horror at the footage of you jerking off on my leather, sniffing it and humping it and calling it mommy! You are really such a pervert. You want to make out with my things? Smell them? Jerk off into them? You'll ask me first. But now, you're going to have to lick your poorly cleaned cumstains off my beautiful leather. What is it you love about it? The smell, the creaking, the texture? Jerk off and put on a show for mommy while you worship my leather jacket. Then hump it while I hold it on my lap and you kneel in front of me like the leather slut you are. You really wish it was your mother you were humping, don't you?