Resist!

You weren't going to say yes, no matter what!

Even though the well-filled underwear really knew how to give lap dances, even though the clothes could perfectly replicate a bouncing attractive ass, even if the sheer taboo-ness of seeing your mom’s clothes get freaky all on their own was somehow erotic...you weren't gonna read any spell they wanted you to read. As you considered your predicament, trying to ignore the stirring sensations caused by the panties grinding your crotch, the door unlocked again.

The knob turned slowly, and the door swung open of its own accord. A box of rubber gloves floated into the room, and like little latex bubbles, gloves burst out of the box one by one. After a dozen or so left the box, it fell to the ground. Meanwhile, each of the hovering rubber gloves took to the sleek, shiny form of delicate female hands.

"No..." You whispered, your eyes following the flock of rubbery hands swarming toward you. Four pairs menaced with wiggling fingers, and a fifth pair hovered to a vanity drawer. Whatever the magic spell had done, it was still affecting more and more of the house--the drawer opened itself before the gloves had to pull it open.

Before they had a chance to dive in, a bottle of lubricant rose from the drawer on its own, uncapping and squirting the waiting gloves.

You could only watch with terrified curiosity as each glove massaged lubrication into another, greased by the haunted bottle squirting frictionless droplets. The panties bouncing against you danced away now, keeping in ghostly rhythm as your bonds were suddenly undone.

As the nylon stockings holding you to the bed untied, they swelled to your mom’s curvy proportions, crossing their legs and sitting along the bedside.

You looked up at the open door, sensing an opportunity...but you were wrong. The ballroom gloves had been waiting for you to stand under your own power, making it easy to quickly pull off your t-shirt, throw you off-balance and do the same with your jeans as you stumbled to the floor. Now in your underwear, you quickly got back onto your feet, stunned to see the door still wide open. With just one more step, though, you realized why the open door wasn’t an issue for the enchantments.

A laundry basket full of gym clothes and underwear hovers just outside the door, its contents inflating as you back into the room again. You hit the bed, and a pair of nylon stockings leap onto you. Before you topple onto the mattress, a pair of lubed gloves pulled your underwear down to your knees.

Now on your back, the rubber gloves descend on your body, flying to your shoulders, pecs, sides, and thighs. The four pairs begin an erotic massage that quickly got a response from your cock.

The fifth and final pair of rubber gloves took notice of this, and hovered teasingly over your hard-on.

The same pair of ballroom gloves from before brought back the spellbook with another scrap of paper with a written note.

WILL YOU HELP US NOW?