Denise can't resist the temptation

Denise comes down the basement stairs, while you were moaning at the intense orgasm caused by a pair of your mother's white satin gloves giving you a soft but fast handjob. One glove stroking your cock and the other, massaging your balls.

"What ... the fuck?!" Denise says in disbelieve watching you naked, being jerked off by the ghostly gloves, pointing your dick at the floating basket full of someone's clothes --not just someone's dirty underwear and leggings, but your damn sister's!

As soon as you hear Denise, you quickly turn around all surprised. Clearly, you didn't expect her to come to your house that soon. Completely red-faced, you looked back and forth between Denise and the gloves on your dripping cock.

The gloves stopped and let go for a second, also in surprise to see another potential source of malicious enchantments. They made an "Oh, who's this now?" motion and floated toward Denise now.

-"Hey, wait ... no!" you said trying to grab the gloves. You manage to catch one by the wrist while the other one keeps going. You feel the **** inside the glove, pulling hard. Suddenly the glove shook your hand off of it and then grabbed you by your left wrist now. Your mouth when open. The glove pushed you back with such easy as if you were a feather. It made you lose balance. But before you feel the cold floor with your bare ass, something caught you by the arms.

The white gloves continued their ghostly gliding towards Denise and all she could do was standing there, nervous -but curious deep in her- holding the spray can with both hands pointing at the gloves.

-"Don't you dare. I warn you" She said, slowly backing up. The gloves were just wiggling their fingers in a menacingly way.

You get back up and turn around to see what caught you. An over-inflated cycling outfit. A long sleeve black lycra jacket over tightly filled leggings with yellow stripes on the sides --All pretty thick and tight. Makes you think: "Damn. Mom's really fit". You then turned back to Denise.

-"Grrgh Let me go". Denise dropped the spray and was held by gloves. They put her arms behind her and held her tight by the wrists. Denise gritted her teeth as she looks at you, saying: "Adam you idiot! What have you done?"

-"Nothing! They made me do this shit ... I uh ... I don't know, the spell got out of control"

-"Really. No shit Sherlock"

A pair of flat pantyhose slithered on the floor, right under Denise's feet. She looked down and saw what looked like a nylon snake slowly going up her right leg underneath the pant leg of her jeans. "Oh ... god, what are you ..." The nylon snake curled all the way up to her inner thighs. She felt the soft material moving against her skin, kind of a tickly sensation. Denise closed her eyes for a second. "Sss-stop. What the ..." She gasped, feeling the nylons wiggling their way inside the front of her panties.

-"Denise, don't let them seduce you!" You said when suddenly your mom's cycling outfit lift you off the ground like a little baby. "Holy shit" You screamed in awe at the strength this outfit has. You glance at the label inside the lycra jacket. Speedies --such an excellent sportswear brand. You feel the strong but slender yer toned arms inside the sleeves of the jacket holding you. "What are you doing now?" you ask.

Denise continues to struggle with the gloves restraining her arms and the nylons down in her crotch. The pantyhose shifted around under her panties. They massaged her clit and asshole for a moment while she just seemed like she couldn't resist it. Finally, the nylons came out of the back of her jeans then proceeded to tie her hands together, replacing the gloves. When she saw the gloves hovering in front of her face, one of them gently grabbed her chin and the other rested on her right shoulder.

-"I didn't think your mom was this perverted Adam"

-"My mother doesn't have to do with any of this. It's the enchantment that made her stuff do this to me ... to us!"

-"If this is going where I think they want it to. Then let's see what you got, Bitch!"

You made a "huh?" expression at her comment. Then you turn to the shaking basket full of your sister's clothes. The cum on the pile of dirty underwear and other stuff seemed to be soaked in by the clothes as if absorbing their fuel.

"This is not going to end well, is it?" You said.