Getting Free

5:39 pm

You have to get out of this, but you also have to get the innocents out of the way. Part of your mind smirks at calling the two naked people in your room 'innocents' but, at least for Trixie's purposes, they are.

You talk Gary through getting the utility scissors from the bathroom, then carefully guide him while he cuts the tape binding his hands. While he rubs his wrists, you consult.

Any ideas on how to get Mom unstuck from my bed?

If she's using her usual skin adhesive, it dissolves in a mix of mild **** and capsaicin.

You mean like hot sauce?

Tabasco is ideal.

Got it.

"Gary, I'd like you to go down to the kitchen; in the cabinet to the left of the fridge is a bottle of Tabasco sauce. Bring it back and rub it on my Mom's hands and tits."

You could feel him on the edge of running for his life and were going to use your power to quell it, but the lust he starts radiating is almost palpable after your instructions. When he gets back upstairs he's got a solid boner going, and he seems to have found a pair of the disposable latex gloves you keep in the bathroom as well.

Putting on the gloves, he carefully opens the bottle. It's probably a good idea, since capsaicin is a mild skin irritant. He dribbles a bit onto each of Mom's breasts and starts gently rubbing where the glue touches the skin.

"It's not working."

"Rub a little harder."

"Maya, I should be the one saying that!"

"Mom!"

It's not fast but it works. By the time he's got Mom's boobs free her cries of 'More, harder!' have nothing to do with the adhesive.

"Do her hands next, Gary."

He dribbles the sauce and starts working your mother's hands, leaning in really close to do it.

"Ooh! That's cold!"

"Mom, it should feel hot."

"Not my hands, Sweetie. God Gary, pump harder. Harder!"

Her tits are bouncing and each upward bump of her torso brings out a pleasured gasp from her. When her hands come free she grabs the bedstead and keeps going. He reaches down.

Mom calls out, "Gloves off before you touch my cun-nnn-nnnnnh! Oh God that burns."

You look away while Gary butt-fucks your mother against the bedstead. The stuff holding your hands looks more like sticky rubber than the glue she used, and your hands and feet are fully encased.

CB, any idea how to get my hands out of this stuff?

It could be any of several substances; however, solvents that work on one might make another worse. Without chemical analysis I cannot suggest an appropriate chemical. I cannot do that analysis without more intimate contact with your biochemistry.

You'd have to be inside my snatch.

Correct.

Maybe you should call for help.

I may not need to. Someone, person unknown, is coming up the stairs.

6:03 pm

Professor Edmonds walks in. He's got his jacket off, wearing his suit trousers, shirt and tie.

Your Mom looks up. "Who are you?"

"I'm your daughter's math professor. We had some tutoring scheduled for tonight." He looks over and gives you a wink.

You're not sure what's going on but you decide to play along.

"Yeah Mom, I was going to tell you but you were, uh, busy."

Mom suddenly yowls in pleasure. Gary presses and holds against her back and makes little grunting sighs. Professor Edmonds politely looks away.

Once things calm down a bit Professor Edmonds says, "You two should go to your room now." He gives you a half-leer. "The tutoring session may get a bit... intense." That seems to placate your mother; she and Gary leave. When you're alone, he turns back to you. "That should keep them busy for a while. He still has a couple of hours worth of Viagra in him."

"Professor, why the hell are you here?"