They’re going to tie you up.

Your mom's nylons wiggle with delight, jumping into the air and wrapping their legs around your neck. You panic for a second, wondering if the misbehaving clothes are going to strangle you...but just as you try to pry the strong nylon legs from your throat, slippery nylon ropes stretch around your wrists and ankles, pulling you in all directions as they anchor their other legs to your mom's bed's posts.

When the ghostly translucent thighs around your head let up, the bedroom’s quite a sight to behold. You’re tied to the bedposts in your mom’s room by four pairs of her hosiery, content to move on their own and use their silky, stretchy limbs to suit the situation, no matter how utterly nonsensical.

You try to get up, the the nylons are too strong. A pair of long red satin gloves that helped to grab you in the first place made a ‘dust-off’ motion in front of you, as if to say you were too easy to dispatch. As you fought your surreal captors, one of the gloves wagged a finger at you.

Mesmerized by the sight of the shiny, smooth articulated satin arms hovering in the air, you calm. The red gloves approach, one of them caressing your cheek as the other tousles your hair. They’re joined by two more pairs of gloves--thin, light leather gloves in brown and black. They descend on your body, hovering to your chest and thighs and caressing you.

As you try to make sense of this flirtatious behaviour--by your mom's own clothing, no less--new players join the bizarre game. An already-open vanity drawer starts producing panties in varying cuts and colors, all of which happily fill to a tight feminine shape and fly over towards you. Once you're surrounded, they begin rubbing their backsides on you, grinding and carrying on like a teenager at a club.

You can't help but be anxious about where this is leading. A well-inflated pair of blue satin underwear begins grinding its smooth ass all over your crotch. When you look down at your pants, they unbutton on their own, almost as if they were waiting for you to see it happen. As your zipper climbs down its track, your own pants begin sliding down your hips, stopping when your black briefs are fully exposed. The panties now continue their grinding directly against your dick. You could almost swear that there’s someone in them--the glossy butt bounces and presses against you, emulating soft, firm flesh behind the satin.

Before long, two more inflated pairs of panties were grinding against your legs, and another slid up your chest. All in all, you were getting a nice lapdance--and maybe you wouldn’t have minded so much if they’d been anyone else’s underwear!

Another pair of opera gloves floated up with the spell book and pointed to a neatly-written note on a scrap of paper.

GIVE US MORE POWER AND WE CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU REALLY WANT.