Mind-Control Panties

Story threesome : Sexy Little pleasure

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

The figure entered the outlet storage. It was one step above a penny-pinching computer storage, not the sorting of station that panties in the style that the soma made were sold. No blue delights to vellicate a untried adult female 's wanton desires. No trendy dress were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these couplet panty was needed here.

The figure was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a ledge that sold packets of plain stitch, boring scanty, so similar to the type worn by the last girlfriend the figure had changed, a new twain was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red panties with those bold, blue letters surrounded by a shimmering silver border.

Sexy Delight.

The figure kept walking, knowing that extra little girl, heather mixture miller, would be along in moments.

Heather was a tall girl, eighteen, wearing a baggy, gray clothes to hide the mellowness of her human body. Curvy and lush, her H.M.S. Bounty overflowing. She had the sorting of body that boys would drool over. The case of ripe delectation that would grace their wet dreams and fire their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to show off her form. Not with her mother, Honor Miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the blandest, most unflattering clothes potential.

Her daughter would stay put pure.

heather mixture did n't mind. She was a quiet lady friend who obeyed her mother. Shy. She was n't like one of those flashy girls."All started out,"her mother would like to say."You 're my good, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When broom saw the pair of panties casually draped over a packet of boring underclothes, she knew there must be a ugly misunderstanding. Those panties did not belong to here. She had popped into the store to run a nimble errand. Normally, she would never shop for clothing without her female parent 's being present. She only passed this exceptional kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the panty merely to cede them to the proper store doer. As she gripped it, she noticed the actor's line printed on them, Sexy joy. The vision stirred a strange, wistful longing through her soul.

The braid of long, inglorious haircloth swung down her spinal column as she stared at those glittering alphabetic character. Would anyone ever think I was sexy ? she thought.

Her female parent certainly never believed she would be."I always gave thanks to God that I had a knit Jane for a daughter. None of the boy will ever sniffle around you. You 're going to be pure."

Heather knew she should n't do this. That it was wrong. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the panties and pressing them to her purse. She pushed it deep, burying it beneath all the accouterments rattling around in her purse. Her boldness suntan with pity, but she rationalized her action by simply reminding herself that these scanty clearly were n't the entrepot 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new Irish potato peeler to supersede the one that had broken terminal dark and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried place, her purse feeling extra threatening despite how fiddling the pair of panties weighed.

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< strong > broom Miller < /strong >

Why did I consider these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred times since the previous evening. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting set for college, but I had n't even gotten out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting step-in on. They were so dissimilar than anything I 've ever worn. So bright and colored. They were for a jolly young lady. A painted prostitute. Not for a Plain Jane like me.

There was a wet rut between my thighs. It was something I rarely paid attention to. Sometimes, I felt that disgraceful fondness when in the cascade and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly handsome boy at her college. The character of boys my mother always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

"You do n't want to ever espouse a boy,"mother often told me."He 'll go away you. Just like your Padre did. They want calico harlots, not a field Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your founding father still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever leave me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my night-robe. I could pick up mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large boob swayed before me as I pulled down the pair of light-blue panties I wore to bed, the shade of rose periwinkle so faded it practically was white. I worked the cotton off my second joint and glanced at the flashy pair. I could n't consider I was going to fag out them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could act.

Was there anything really wrongfulness with that ?

It was n't like any the boys would detect me. They would never know I had them on beneath my retentive chick. That I was wearing something with those blue Holy Writ on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two words increase that heat between my thighs. I glanced down at my black bush, gasping at the sight of wet beading on my pubic hairs. My boldness burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red scanty and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electrical tingle racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and building inside of me.

What was untimely with me ?

I whimpered, my large bosom swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my pegleg. The fabric clung to my thighs then my rump. I had to run the stretchy fabric up and over my fill out rear. I shuddered, my hands adjusting the elastic sash about my pelvis. They rode frown than they should. They fit so mingy. Where they too small for me ?

"broom, it 's time for breakfast !"Mother shouted from below.

I had no time to change."Just a arcminute !"

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A retentive, dismal dame and a gray blouse that button all the way up to my neck opening, the sleeves going all the way to my carpus. It was loose to veil my bosom. I grabbed my bra, the case that was designed to tighten such unwieldy, magnanimous tit like mine. I slipped the band around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my knocker were flattened, pressed against me so the male child would n't recognise just how bosomy I was.

"Even a plain Jane will have the male child sniffing around her if they realize she has big breasts,"mother would say."Just like that harlot cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the gray blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid motion. It fit loose on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the pinch. The tails fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the retentive, black skirt. I stepped into it as my mother called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my left side and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as debauched as I could.

"Scots heather Henry Miller,"Mother cried for a third time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, female parent !"I called back.

I rushed to the door, my black hair swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so nervous after taking those panties home, that I forgot to unmake it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't take in to spend the time to say braided this morning.

Those naughty scanty gripped my arse as I headed down the step. The fabric seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so wrong. So naughty. That heat between my thigh swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, pale dress decorated with paisley flowers. It was as conservative as mine, the collar snug about her neck, the sleeves descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"Well, there you are,"she said."Let me have a flavor at you."

I came close to her, waiting for her inspection. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, ill-affected panties I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulders down to my elbows, smoothing the fabric into my peel. She gripped me there, heart flicking up and down my consistency. She frowned.

The chill rippled through me.

"Is something incorrect, mother ?"I asked.

"No,"she said, slowly. Her brow furrowed more."Everything looks fine."

I trembled. I wanted to confess what I 'd done. To tell her what I was wearing beneath my skirt. I was being naughty.

"wellspring, I 'm certainly whatever it is, I 'll estimate it out,"she said.

My stomach roiled. How could she make love ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the warmheartedness glowing in my cheeks ?

"Well, do on, your breakfast is getting cold."

"Yes, Mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a pocket-sized breakfast corner lay. There were two lawn bowling of cream pale yellow, plain and unseasoned. It was n't that pig out made from insistent. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the Theodore Harold White porridge, hoping it would help settle my stomach. Mother stared at me the intact clip across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the chummy substance, her stare resting on me as she seemed lost in sentiment. My naughty sex clenched. My white meat felt so miserly in my bra. Constricted.

"I just ca n't put my finger on it,"female parent said when I finish. She stood up, her breakfast only one-half eaten.

"On what ?"I asked, my belly so tight.

"On you,"she said, bustling up to me. To my shock, she undid the top button of my blouse.

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stunned surprise.

"You know, you 're such a delight. Maybe, I have been a little too strict with you. You 're eighteen. A woman grown. I forget that sometimes."

"Oh, it 's okay, Mother,"I said."I do n't want to be one of those painted harlots."

mother pursed her sassing. Her paw were on my berm, rubbing me. All the warmth of her fingers bled through the material. I swallowed as she kept touching my arms. It was so ... strange. Then her hands moved to the movement of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

"okay, that 's perfect,"she said."Let 's get you to school."

I nodded, my skin opinion so exposed. I mean, the open blouse only showed off my clavicle. The reverend 's married woman showed off this much skin. I should n't experience at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my place scuffling along as I dragged my feet. My thoughts whirled. The man felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the passenger seat, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how rich I was. Mother glanced over me, her lips tightening. My cheeks warm. I hated reminding her of that big-chested harlot who stole papa from our spirit. Her eyes flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the time just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this foregone conclusion that she knew about my mischievous panty and was trying to pull in the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few push of my blouse was some variety of strange torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would confess my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My impudence warmed more at the sight of him. He was such a liberal boy, tall, his hair dark and short. I tried not to think those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his face would appear in my mind. It made me require to touch myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not decent,"Mother said. She reached out and did two more buttons. I gasped, as she opened my blouse blanket, revealing Thomas More of my tegument. I could see the top gradient of my breasts. If she undid another button, multitude would see my bra.

My nerve went flaming hot.

"female parent ?"I gasped, my vocalisation choking.

"You need to slack up,"female parent said."You 're such a joy. Why, I bet the boys will make love you."

My eyes were so spacious at that. male child ?"Are you okay, Mother ?"

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling peachy. Just staring at you is making me find all strong. Like how I used to sense when I was your age before your father ruined everything."

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my side. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my Book bag on my lap, not trusted what to do. My female parent opened the doorway and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big breast. Then he would start to lust after a champaign Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my hanker chick rustling. I was so aware of my exposed segmentation. I felt my chest jiggling like they were fighting to escape my bra. I wanted to thaw away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"mother said, taking my hand and leading me towards Chris and the early two son."Does n't my daughter just look pretty ?"

My eyes widened."Mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet delight ?"Mother asked. Her hand swept down my backbone and over my rump, smoothing my annulus."I know she has n't dressed for it, but you can see it, ca n't you, boys ?"

I wanted to thaw in shame. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the male child were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shallow breaths, not to let my bosom dude, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my bureau swelling as my mother 's hand smooth across my rump again.

"Yeah, you do believe she such a wonderful delectation, do n't you, boys ?"Mom said.

"Well ..."Chris scratched the back of his head."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You guess ?"female parent said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another button. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the other son, could see the ointment vividness of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. Mother unresolved my blouse further, her manus brushing across my bosom. My mammilla were hard. I felt her deal rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. mischievous tingles raced through me.

"Now what you think ?"mother asked."I know she 's not wearing the most flattering apparel, but you ca n't deny how beautiful my daughter is. And look at those delightful breasts."

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a short jiggled. The son were all staring at me like wolves. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheeks were so warm. I wanted to pass out. Mom 's ovolo brushed my mammilla again, my puss growing wet. I could feel it. These gamey juice were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked pantie I wore.

"Now, Heather, have a cover girl day,"Mother said."Do n't vex, I 'll do something about your wearing apparel. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to experience about the panties. She kept saying that Bible : joy. I could feel those letter of the alphabet burning across my rump.

female parent whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my disclose white meat, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My cunt was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To maltreat myself like a iniquitous girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The son parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their eyes running up and down my physical body. They knew I was chesty. That my breasts were bountiful. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the strange excitement shooting through me.

male child liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flapping warmth shaft through me as I entered my college, early students noticing me. Girls gasped in shock while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delicious my breasts were. My braid of hair swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my steps. My mother 's touch burned across my skin. The panty were so blind drunk, cupping my derriere, my pussy.

I felt so naughty down there. I felt like instead of a pussy, I had that filthy Book between my thighs. That C word.

Cunt.

"Calluna vulgaris !"my friend, Vivian, gasp. The redhead rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her modest tits."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of build for you to be showing."

"Mother thought I should ... usher off my delightful bosom,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't facilitate but squeeze my tits out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the guy rope looking at me. Hungering for me.

Vivian fell in beside me, her eyes extensive."Your mother did that ?"

I nodded, heading towards my first of all class."I know, it 's so strange, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a delight. For everyone to bang that I 'm not just a knit stitch Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a plain Jane, heather mixture. You 're cute. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would kill to cause tits as big as yours."She looked around."All the other girlfriend are staring at you. They 're seeing how busty you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My Quaker nodded."This is just wild. Your mom 's gone loony ?"

"I do n't know,"I said, too scared to mention the panties and the D word printed on them. I drew in a inscrutable breath, my chest rising and falling. My knocker rising and falling. male child groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... unbelievable. I always wondered why girls want to read off their shape and attract boys'attention. Now I was starting to interpret it. It made me feel so naughty. So mischievous and wanton. They desired me like I was a joy. A sexy joy. A tremble ran through me as I entered my classroom and my teacher, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the sight of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back straight like always, wishing my bra did n't mash my bosom so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. female parent wanted me to do this, then it had to be all right. I always listen to my mother.

Chris sat down beside me, a roguish smile on his face."Hey,"he said, nodding to me."You look cute today."

I could n't help the schoolgirlish giggle that burst from my lips. I had never made such a speech sound before in my life, but it made him grinned enceinte. I was feeling so wicked. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his lesson. I focused on his speech like always. I felt all those boys staring at me. They were paying care to me, not the teacher. I could n't help the smile on my back talk. I could n't help taking delight in it. This was perfect tense. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so gamy and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my lesson when the door opened and my mother walked in holding shopping dish. Everyone 's head snapped over. The plastic rustled. I blinked at the sight of her as she hurried over me.

"I bought these as fast as I could,"Mother said."I 'm so sorry for making you wear that baggy dress. Do n't worry, your female parent will prepare you into a sexy delight."

"Mom,"I gasped as she stopped before me.

"It 's sanction,"she said, a broad smile on her rim. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."mother is going to make everything rightfulness. Now, stand up and let 's get those clothes off of you."

"Here !"I gasped as I found myself standing up, a naughty, dotty tingle racing through my pussy.



"Yes, here,"Mother said. She glanced at Chris and smiled."All the boy want to see what a sexy delight you are."

The world had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful heat rushed through me as female parent attacked the final release of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian right ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my mother was keeping me plain stitch by dressing me frumpy and not allowing me to wear physical composition ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new panty cause her to actualise the Truth ?

She clicked her knife as she opened my blouse, shaking her head in disgust."This bra is not going to work. I 'm sorry, but I 've been buying you bras two size too humble. I was just trying to cultivate these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, Mother reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I groaned as the pressure was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, large and pillowy piano, hanging with their sullen system of weights. Both my tit were hard, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide areolas. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the ken of them.

"Damn,"Chris muttered, a big smile on his face.

Mr. Beauregard stared at me with this look no teacher should have for his student.

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

My mother squeezed my breasts."I know,"mother said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these lush breast. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy delight ?"

"hellhole yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my bosom the terminal credit crunch, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending waves of warmth washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a naughty word to use for my snatch ; it made me sense so wicked thinking it—clenched. I had this inscrutable ache inside of me. I needed something to click my virtuous depths. I glanced at Chris, sighting the protrusion of his cock.

I excited him.

Mother 's hands reached my skirt. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fixing. She found it while my body trembled. My large, exposed titty swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the slightest movement of my liberal tits.

"I ca n't believe I made you wear this garbage bag,"Mother said as she yanked the skirt down my branch."But, ooh, what are you wearing ? You naughty girl."

SMACK !

I gasped as her handwriting spanked my panty-clad rump. Her hired man lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my soma, her fingers digging into my crack.

"Sexy joy,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear off stuff like this days ago. I 'm so sorry, Calluna vulgaris. I 'm going to be a respectable mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my aphrodisiac delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my hips and turned me, letting all the boys see those gamey scanty clinging to my ass. Her handwriting pushed down on the centre of my back, bending me over halfway. My boob swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his vox so throaty. Mother 's hand kept caressing over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussy aching. I grew so wet.

SMACK !

I gasped, my back straightening after the mo spank landed.

"Mmm, yes, you are a sexy joy, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new clothes. Obviously, you have the perfect dyad of panties for this dame !"

Her hands darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, Negroid wench. It possessed so short cloth to it. I gasped at how short it was. Would that wrap up anything ?

Mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching all-encompassing the waistband of the wench, ready for me to abuse into it. My large tits jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. First, my right leg and then my left wing leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calves, brushing my silky thighs.

I groaned as her jot climbed higher and mellow. I knew I should n't revel my mother touching me, but it just felt so naughty right field now. All the boys were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying breasts with glossy eyes.

Mother pulled the annulus up and over my bum. The girdle hugged low on my pelvic girdle, the annulus barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would flash my naughty scanty and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of miss I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a unholy whimper that had my large breasts swaying and brushing together.

My pap throbbed. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to advert my kitty, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would stimulate to wait until I got dwelling to enjoy myself for the first time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"Mother purred."I did n't quite bed what your bust size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't think your classmates will mind. rightfield, Chris ?"

"No way, Mrs. Glenn Miller,"groaned Chris, his eyes locked on my swaying tits.

"Naughty boy,"female parent said and then tweaked my nipple.

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me shudder. This wicked passion gibe down to my gamy pussy. I groaned as my panties felt so dowse. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my pussy ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as piddling fabric as the wench. There were no sleeve. It looked like a tube of bright-red cloth, the Lapplander hue as my panties. How could that extend anything ?

"Arms up in the air,"mother said. She giggled as I did that."All the boys loved how that made your titmouse jiggled. Ooh, they 're all arduous for you. My daughter is a busty, aphrodisiacal delight."

Mom pulled the thermionic tube top down my coat of arms and worked it down my head. There was a news bulletin of red that filled my sight, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my large white meat. I gasped as my hard nipples drank in the rasping grain of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making sure that fit my large boob perfectly.

"There you are,"Mother said, beaming. She clapped her hands on my cheek."My sexy delight."

I gasped as she gave me a kiss on the rim. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this wild rush through me. All the boy exploded into applause. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a mob of apes. I shuddered as the auditory sensation rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, Scots heather,"Mother said, giving me another smiling."I 'm going to be busy shopping and buy you a whole new wardrobe. I 'll nibble you up some occupy things to usher you."

"Thanks, female parent,"I said, my pussy tingling. Gosh, I really, really want to dally with myself. My digit itched should just slew beneath my short, suddenly skirt.

"Have a unspoilt day, Chris,"Mother said as she whirled around and sauntered out, still dressed in her bulky, unflattering clothes.

"By, Mrs. Miller,"croaked Chris.

His eyes flicked to me, stirring with hungriness as I sat down. My big titty bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just queer for everyone to lust over. The cloth gripped my white meat, letting them swing free. They were without support for the first time in my life. I could feel everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so frustrated. So bore to do matter. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from class to class like a hungry multitude of dogs. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could feel them pacing alfresco, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his mouth, his rooster hard.

My virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my body in my new clothing. When I had to bend over, I could feel my wench sliding higher and higher, revealing the ass slope my rump, then more and more of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty panties. I knew some of the glittering letters were peeking out, bright-blue type printed on red fabric.

My breast would shake at the slender move. The stretchy metro top molded to them, highlighting my mamilla. My areolas. The fabric was so thin you could see everything. I was so wet. My panty gave a valiant effort to rob up my emollient, but I started feeling the naughty juice trickling down my thighs. My skirt was so short-change, the guys had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't have to buy my tiffin today. All the guy rope were so tidal bore to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the aphrodisiac girl in the public. I had never been glad. I hummed in delight, my shoulder joint swaying, making my bosom bounce for the boy'enjoyment. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When lunch ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this wolfish grin on his sassing."Would you like to amount over to my firm ? You know, hang out. Listen to some music. Just relax."

I was n't an idiot. I was sheltered, but not that much.

"I would like to,"I groaned, my pussy clenching.

He grinned at me, and then the naughty boy gave my ass a hug. He felt my croup, making me shudder.

I was giddy all through my last few grade. Chris wanted to pee honey to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy body while all alone at his sign of the zodiac. I could n't wait to tell Mother. I was so dyspneic, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just hold tight my desk, my entire body shaking, all the boys tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, year were over. Chris was ready to lay claim me. He slid his arm around my articulatio humeri as I emerged from my biology class, marking his soil. A naughty tremor rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confuse. I did n't like. I was going home with Chris.

My poor, virgin pussy would finally get the satisfaction I needed. Craved. I would go insane if I did n't get something inside of me. I quivered beside Chris as we headed through the anteroom, my tit bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the other guy scowled.

I was sure as shooting I would go home with them soon. But today I was Chris's.

My female parent was waiting for me outside. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather wench and matching corset she wore, the dreary garment lifting her own surprisingly bombastic boob into lush hill. She had healed, thigh-high bang and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"female parent asked.

For a moment, I thought she was talking to me.

"That 's my sexy pleasure, not yours,"mother said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather chick was so short-circuit that barely covered anything."You 're golden I let you look at her, boy. But do n't you even think you get to enjoy her. She is mine !"

mother seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant segmentation. She stared into my center as her free hand cupped my face. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was different from the earlier one. There was no misinterpretation this for a motherly kiss.

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the passion of rushing out of my puss, my panties tingling around my pussy and posterior. I whimpered into her back talk, shuddering while the watching boys burst into the whoops and hollo. This was so bewildering. I could n't conceive this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my tit pressing into her corset, my nipples throbbing and aching.

Mother broke the kiss, her eyes wild."I 've been thinking about you all day !"she groaned."How aphrodisiac you are. How delicious you look in those apparel. Your chest. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your pussy. Oh, god have I been thinking about your twat. You want to see how wet you made your female parent ?"

"female parent ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So powerful. In restraint. She 'd dominated me my total sprightliness. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. Her dame swayed before me. I could smell that wicked fragrance of leather. There was another aroma beneath it. Spicy. That same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

"aerodynamic lift my skirt and see what you 've done to me,"mother moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new clothes, imagining using all your new toy dog, just thinking about your sexy delight has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your face buried beneath my skirt and see how wet you made your mother !"

I lifted the front of female parent 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, brownness scrub but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her snatch backtalk were thick, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her succus, that spicy scent filling my olfactory organ. I quivered as I stared at her cunt, imbibition in her coming into court. I spotted this little bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

"Eat your mother 's cunt !"a guy howled.

"Just guttle her, you sexy slut !"

"God, your mother 's a filthy dyke !"

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my life. I tried to fight it. I tried to pretend I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty tart, I wanted to bury my face between those lush breasts. I wanted to be the one to revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty delight. Now get that face buried in my grab and take in me cum. You have to get laid me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my look into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her sheep pen. Her spicy juices coated my tongue. Cunt was like cipher I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My mitt grabbed her hips as I stroked my tongue through those blockheaded lips. Her pick coated my mentum. My boldness. She moaned as I feasted on her before the full college.

My clapper lapped at her puss, stroking her bend and brushing that lilliputian bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her clit. I stroked my tongue around it, flicking it, making my mother pant and moan. I made her feel amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my aphrodisiac pleasure,"mother moaned."Play with my button. Oh, yes, work with that little bud."

"God, ling, you 're just a slattern for your mother 's puss !"Chris howled.

"That 's right,"Mother groaned."She 's all mine. I get to enjoy her. I get to pop her cherry."

How could she do that ? mother did n't own a cock.

I did n't be intimate. I did n't like. I just pressed my mouth into her thick pussy backtalk. My glossa flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my clapper into her depths, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. Sir Thomas More and Thomas More of her spicy cream poured into my mouth. The flavor ignited my taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her stage, gripping her as this wicked sensation rippled through me.

I loved it. I loved this incestuous flavor. This wicked, wanton delight.

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The cheer rippled around me, spurring me on. The boy wanted to wee-wee my mother cum. That dirty, nasty word for that matter I was never allowed to receive. The delight I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother make me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the greatest thing in the world. I wanted to generate her that pleasance. I nibbled on her pussy lips. I sucked on her clitoris. I made her pant and moan, her declamatory breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

"That 's it, slut, eat me out !"moaned female parent."You 're a picayune dyke like me !"

"I am !"I moaned.

"MAKE YOUR mother CUM !"shouted from the boys.

I had to stimulate her explode.

I sucked on Mother 's clit. She gasped and squealed out in delight. She whimpered. Her beautiful auditory sensation echoed through the air. Her juices gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my rim and ran down my mentum and cheeks. I tried to lick them up, but there was so much spicy cream.

"Oh, yes, my sexy, pussy-licking delight !"mother howled."I 'm cumming !"

Mother sounded like she was in nirvana. Just consumed by transport. Sounded so howling. I could n't await for my bit to experience it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy snatch, gathering up all the incestuous cream that spilled out of her. My physical structure trembled from the thrill of this naughty, wanton act.

"holy shit, Heather actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

"Way to go my Heather ! You 're such a butch !"

"raw sienna that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty Book, my body trembling as I kept licking. Mother shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a groan, she took a footfall back, pulling her pussy from my face. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy feel of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"mother said, wrenching open the rider threshold.

She reached into a bag, the outside sleek gray with a pair of black lips on the presence. She wrenched out the bright, pink object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a phallus. A shaft. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the shaft. It had segments almost like a caterpillar 's body. My Virgo puss clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a unruffled ball. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her nipple drab red.

She thrust the bulbous end of the dildo up between her thighs. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her twat. Her centre widened as the other end of the dildo driving force out from beneath her bird. It was like she had her own putz.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

"Oh, you 're getting that cunt broken in, heather !"a guy yelled.

"shit, Chris, you almost got that joy,"another guy said and laughed.

"If you had, I 'd possess to whip your ass for touching my sexy delight,"female parent said."Now you, deform over the cap of the car, dropped his step-in, and set up for mother to love you.

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned, so eagre to obey.

My tits heaved as I hopped to my metrical unit. My short skirt flared, flashing my red step-in and those risque words at the son. I darted for the car, my big knocker heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my boobies into the hood. My teat throbbed at the contact, drinking in the wonderful tone of the engine 's warmth haemorrhage through the metal. My men flicked up my skirt, my hip wiggling as I felt all those optic on me, especially Mother's.

My pollex hooked the waistcloth of my panties. I thrust them off my fanny, groaning as I exposed my juicy kitty-cat, my President George W. Bush soaked by my excitement.

My mother clicked her tongue in exasperation."All that whisker has to go,"she said."When we get home, I 'll teach you how to neaten your cunt."

"Yes, Mother !"I gasped, so eager for that.

"I just came, but I 'm still so wet to pop your cherry,"Mother moaned."You 'll be my little, sexy joy. My slut-daughter working girl. You 're everything I want, wo n't you ?"

"Yes,"I moaned."Just as long as I get to look hot. Just so long as everyone gets to see me."

"I 'll have that tattoo on your down back. A hiker stamp that will let everyone know that your mommy 's slutty slight delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot shape. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my button before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so ready for Mother 's impostor hammer to ram into me to pretend me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd give me such delight. She 'd have me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy lips, savoring the feeling of her pussy as all the son cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT cherry tree !"

Mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a piercing newsflash of pain sensation that was swallowed by a tidal undulation of transport. The dildo slammed into my depths, the segmented body caressing my sleek pulp. I groaned, my vitiate cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her crotch smacked into my prat, my consistence shuddering atop the toughie of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my pussy clinging to the shaft. I felt each one of the segment pop out of my twat, leaving just the tip in me. With a groan, Mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, chummy dick into my cunt, the pleasure rippling through me.

My face scrunched up with bliss. Stars burst across my eyes. I gasped and groaned, my hips wiggling, stirring my pussy around her thrusting toy. She panted and moaned, slamming into me difficult, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a tone over my shoulder, watching her rightfulness bosom bouncing, the left field wanting to break free of her corset. Her aspect twisted with such while pleasure as she pounded my deflowered pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old puss hard and fast.

"What a slutty daughter I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your nipples and track you around by a tercet !"

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, my joy growing. Her every thrust brought me closer and closer to that witching moment.

"You 're gon na wear makeup and look like a painted fancy woman. My painted prostitute. I 'll buy you a summit pump. You 'll use it every day until your boobs start lactating. You drank my milk, now I want to drink yours !"

"Oh, god, yes !"I howled."Just fuck me, Mother !"

I was excited. Feverish. Her every drive brought me closer and closer to that rattling detonation. My first orgasm. I was so energize for it. She slammed the duncish dildo so cryptic in me, the segment caressing my silky shape. She churned my cunt up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

"Cum on your mother 's big dildo, you sexy slut !"growled the cheering boys.

"Fuck your daughter until she comes like a whore !"

"Oh, my niggling slut 's gon na cum gruelling, are n't you ?"mother hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my drumhead up. My breasts bounce before me as I gasped. My snatch clenched around the section dildo.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned as her hand shot around my body.

She shoved my thermionic vacuum tube top up, my grave tit spilling into her embrace grip. Her fingernails bit into my allow tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in charge of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How hard I could cum.

"Let me find out you scream out in transport, my short slut-daughter."

"Yes !"I howled and orgasmed for the initiative time.

It was amazing.

Fireworks detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My flesh spasmed and writhed about that amazing shaft plunging over and over again into my cunt. It was beyond words. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the delight rushed through my consistence. I whimpered, shuddering.

undulation of rapture slammed through my body. They drowned my thinker. I came so hard, spots of faint burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my sonorous pap heaving, my go out tit clutched in mommy 's tight grip. Her rightfulness hand gripped my haircloth, keeping my head pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, Heather !"

"A dike slut for your Mother !"

"Way to go, Mrs. Glenn Miller ! You made that niggling whore cum !"

"Yes, I did !"Mother howled and buried her dildo mystifying into my climaxing cunt.

I gasped and moaned as my flesh rippled and writhed around the dildo. mother cried out with me. She joined me in rapture. We were both cumming for the total college to see. They cheered us on. My mind melted as I reveled in being my mother 's aphrodisiacal delight.

The panties bunched around my knees proved exactly what I was. I was so gladiola I found them. Whoever accidentally left these kinky step-in behind had changed everything for me.

"I 'm my mother 's slutty, aphrodisiacal delight !"I howled as my orgasm peaked in me.

I was going to enjoy the rest of my subservient life.

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The figure smiled, sword lily that the panty were appreciated. The form was eager for the next pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colours all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic cacoethes. A single Word, each letter printed in different, garish colouring material, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The figure stroked each character, tidal bore to go shopping again.

To be continued in the future tarradiddle of Mind-Controlling Panties ...