They try to convince you using orgasm denial...

A prisoner in your own body.

While you're **** to sit there, you notice your mother's clothes are assembling themselves into another form.

A pair of tan pantyhose are floating in the air, before it looks like some invisible legs are filled into them, giving them the shape that somebody was actually wearing it. The feet of the hose step into a pair of your mother's blue pumps. The pantyhose then let their feet up to allow a short blue skirt to slide onto their hips.

Then a pink sweater flies onto the pair of pantyhose, at which point the set of clothes become synced like a real person.

You notice that even the sweater has taken steps to look more like a real woman; its chest is pushing out where real breasts would be and the skirt had a nice shapely ass.

The clothes you’re wearing **** you to climb off of the bed, before you feel them bending your body into a kneeling position with your hands behind your back.

The living mannequin of clothes slowly walks over to you, as you look down at your **** and exposed bulge, confined by the latex and panty material.

You look back up, and the pink sweater has its invisible hands on its hips, looking down at you in a dominating fashion.

You see it moving one of its legs, before a blue pump lands right onto your trapped cock.

It is nothing but a hard, lifeless plastic that is nudging and rubbing at your bulge. As you look down at yourself, you realize how submissive the position is that they **** you in. With your hands behind your back and the rest of your body neutralized, you had **** but to watch everything that the clothes were doing to you.

Even this simple rubbing motion was enough to stimulate your penis, despite the panties and latex blocking your bare skin.

But suddenly the clothes let up their **** stimulation of your cock, withdrawing the shoe while you were just beginning to enjoy it. Sexually frustrated from this denial, you grunt a bit in response to your mother’s clothes.

You saw two gloves inserting themselves into the pink sweater of the mannequin. Looks like it had hands to use against you now.

Instead of doing anything else however, you notice it walking away before grabbing a chair. It quickly returns to where you were before, still **** in the same kneeling position.

The mannequin crosses its legs right in front of you, showing off the sexy sheer pantyhose material. It dangles the blue pump on the crossed over foot for a few seconds, as you are mesmerized by the show.

Eventually it swings too far off of the toe and falls to the ground.

You are now able to see the bare foot in all its glory, and it’s still wiggling its hot little toes around. You find it remarkable that the living pantyhose can do all of this just to tease you.

But a flying glove holding another sign pulls your attention away for a split second.

“Open wide…” Your mouth was left **** while the glove was smart enough to make you look all the way up to the ceiling.

A split second after you read this, you look back down at your mouth to see a set of your mother’s pantyhose forcing their way into your mouth.

Just enough of the nylon material is in there to keep your mouth shut, the rest of the hosiery hangs out of your mouth.

You try to speak, but the pantyhose gag works rather effectively at muting you. Meanwhile you see the crossed over pantyhose foot slowly approaching your face, before it covers your nose, allowing you **** but to inhale all of your mother’s stinky pantyhose foot aroma.

While the seemingly solid pantyhose foot wiggles its toes over your nose, you don't have much choice but to keep breathing. And so, every time you take another breath in, you are taking in more and more of the leathery, sweaty, pungent smell of your mother's used pantyhose.

Pretty soon, the mannequin takes off the other shoe and covers your face completely with both feet, smothering your nose with nothing but your mother's foot scent.

The stinky pantyhose smell was overwhelming, not that the mannequin cared, though.