Mind-Control Panties

Story Fifteen : Becoming a slavish teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

billet : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The number trembled as it stroked the concluding twain of mind-controlled pantie it had made. The fun of this plot was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls'minds into its adulteress. Turning good fille into lady of pleasure, bad girls into Virgin, and a whole legion of former risque intent. But too a great deal of a beneficial thing was bad.

It needed to incite on to new amusements.

The anatomy slipped unnoticed through the section fund. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its falls 's conjuring trick that this was the perfective tense post to find her. To notice the girl who would fall apart the special pantie. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocent. On the back, in lily-white letters, was written : instructor 's Pet. A tremendous pair of pantie for a untested girl to wear.

A young fille taught by a hunky professor.

The trope reached where the department entrepot sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to attract the tending of young adult female who were shopping with their mother. One such girl was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

The figure shuddered as, with a casual flick of its wrist joint, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the human being. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The individual'aid were on former things. On material consumerism. The occult was n't for them. The figure trembled in delectation as its final mind-controlling scanty'game began.

It slipped out of the memory board as it felt its target approach.

Courtney Zachary Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a brotherly Gemini, born second behind her pal Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their family relationship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the female parent kept hers shortsighted while the girl 's fell in a long and lush wave down her rear. They both had round faces and exchangeable cheekbones. Courtney had puritanic eyes from her forefather, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

"I hear you 're becoming Mr. Rainier 's darling,"Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor said to her daughter."A teacher 's pet."

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the pantie. Her breath caught as she stared at that exceptional pair. The words and White person letters beckoned her.

instructor 's pet.

"I get having a press on an older man,"said Mrs Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be measured. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your heart broken."

The daughter gave a slender nod, utterly entranced by the panties. Her female parent 's words were flowing through her mind.

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll take advantage of you, but I know what fille are like at your age,"Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both prof at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history course of instruction."wellspring, those are precious pantie. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the panties. The tingle rippled through her. Her pap hardened while her mind idea of Mr. Rainier. And collars. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one pair of the panties that the two women bought. A single item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Taylor did n't even recall the step-in by the time they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her female parent 's monition dueled with the sudden lust to bust those panties and become her favorite teacher 's pet. Something in her blood recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda President Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's way, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so long it was second nature to me. I set the basketball hoop atop her chest, careful not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top draftsman.

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the clean ones already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Same subtlety as an apple. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she 'd bought these. I picked them up, a strange chill rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipples hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The perfect thing to wear.

Teacher 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my psyche. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the scanty into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my oral sex, confused why I would steal my daughter 's panties. I continued putting the eternal sleep of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never washed them. A calendar month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing panties intended for a instructor 's pet.

My own common soldier joke tomorrow at when I taught my college students.

The melodic theme set my mind alight with eager prevision for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itching inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my penury. I did n't discipline to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just did n't sense right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my judgement filled with strange range. apprehension. scholarly person. It was all such a blur. A odds and ends of sexual impetus that left me frustrated when I woke up the side by side morning.

The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the pantie I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same sizing, after all. I might be twenty-two years older than her, but I still had a capital soma. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my butt. They hugged my frame. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my common, boring panties.

I trembled as I left the master lav, my married man stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd dwell out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a minuscule lower cut. I wanted to really exhibit off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my loo, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy hammock.

I threw surface my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in years. It was blueish and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how much physique it showed off.

It was far more than than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the sleeves. I loved the feel of the silk against my flesh. I worked the release, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my knocker, just covering my bra while leaving the eternal rest of my prominent expanse of yummy cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will keep the boys focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the back of my sleeping room door.

I slid my mitt up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The scanty tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my boys. I needed to help them pay attending. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, boy were falling behind in college. It was up to professor like me to make it as engaging for them as possible.



My fingers dug into my tits, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingles soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my skirt. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't lots I could do, but I had slap-up peg and a nice ass.

My bend would prove through. I just knew it.

I dug out a distich of five-inch heels, not my common apartment. I knew they would serve to consecrate definition to my rear and shape to my calfskin. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big chest bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their daybreak chore. As I reached the bottom of the steps, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin Sister, his brownness whisker cut unawares. A big grinning spread across his lips as his gaze rippled up and down my physical structure.

"fountainhead, mom, wow."

"Do you like it ?"I asked, this flirty, bubbly whole step to my vocalisation. I could n't help but giggle like I was nineteen myself.

"holy poop, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes widely as she held a bombastic jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head."You 're wearing that to school today ?"

"What 's so ill-timed with this getup ?"I asked."Your Brother ilk it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her expression tightened."DOE Dad lie with you 're wearing that ?"

"Why would your dad care ?"I asked."I 'm just wearing this to make sure I get the most out of my boy. I mean, look at Kenneth. He 's certainly paying tending to me."

"A remains would pay attention to you, Mom,"Courtney muttered. She turned around and lunge the milk into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my husband was upstairs taking his long shower. He would just have got a cup of coffee bean before heading out to his part job. Kenneth had bother focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my titty. I could n't serve but lean over and give him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my twins in my second course of study. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingerbreadth itched to dally with the large clit of my blouse and give way my male child a treat. Courtney was in the social class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a fille. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to focus all my attention on my boys.

My hubby stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walk out of the mansion, Kenneth was right on my dog, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the breast seat a great deal to Kenneth 's dashing hopes.

I rolled my eyes. She and her buddy were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a metre, when they were nipper, when they did everything together. Then puberty happened.

I was sure another decade they would be unspoiled admirer. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till nineteen and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my panty tingling, making my pussy itch. The wet excitement soaked between my second joint. family today would be fantastic. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just sleep with me. I would educate them. I 'd make my boy so bright and smart. I quivered, my thigh rubbing together as I drove, my expectant titty jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boys were staring at me. Even the ones I did n't instruct. I loved it. I strolled along on my dog, my hip swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my second joint. I loved the bounce to my pap. I especially savored how the boy watched me.

I wanted to tittup. I felt like a prize appearance dog on display, a bitch in her efflorescence proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"commodity dawning, Mrs Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their center all flicked up and down my eubstance, noticing me.

I perched on a pot in front of my world-class class, leg crossed, all the boys crowding up the battlefront rows. The miss all look disgusted. They were in the rear, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something damage. It was n't my mistake that all the boys were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their slut'tight, untried bodies. The boys were finally discharge of the distraction of all those barely legal tart.



My boys'hormones were focused on education now.

It just felt so ripe. But, as I taught that number 1 class, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the fabric. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect idea while my first class filed out and I had to wait for the scholar of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat forepart and center before me, a big grin on his face."tinker's dam, mom, I am so ready to learn about history from you today."

"Oh, that 's so perfumed, Kenneth,"I said, smiling at him.

Courtney, who was slinking into the back of the room, gagged. I did not screw what was up with that missy today.

The early boys all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a tall guy with blond hair's-breadth and a big nose sat to the rightfield of my son while lancet, a devotee and tall Black guy took the ass to his left wing. For once, he looked aegir to see as he stared at me perched on the crapper, his white teeth flashing between his thick lips. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red whisker and freckles across his face. Today, he did n't look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front man row and with his cover straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James I and Tommy all flooded into the straw man row, staring at me.

I sat there, back straight, drinking in their attention.

When the last student walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the mickle of me, I said,"trade good morning time, boy. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The son all nodded. Their head word went up and down with such eagre hunger. I would shit this lesson so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to learn it all. They had to be inspired.

"I thought we 'd make a game of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a boastfully lame just begging to be popped through its grummet."For every question someone gets correct, a button will come undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four buttons on my blouse. Each inquiry you get the right way, I 'll undo one. Four query, and then I can take my blouse off, Next, I can—"

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her ft. She smacked both her hand down onto her desk."What the inferno ?"

"Courtney, you need to be quiet, sit down, and let me teach my class."

"Blackbeard your class ?"she gasped, this looking of shock on her side."Mom, you 're talking about doing a exotic dancer for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to ascertain,"I said."Now you girls need to shut up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing alright. The male child are the ones who need help learning."

"Yeah, shut up, Courtney,"Kenneth said."Mom 's teaching family her way."

"Mrs. Deems Taylor, you 're such an amazing instructor,"groaned Lance. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.

"Yeah,"kink said, his big nozzle so bold. I heard what they said about men with big nose ...

A hot tide rose through my slit. I shuddered and squirmed on my crapper."Now, if the girls would wish to be good and not cut off us, I 'll begin."

"Yes !"Paul groaned. The nerdy guy was interested in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

"okey, what was the particular date that Napoleon Napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

Kenneth shot his hand up."August 15, 1769 !"

I beamed at him. As I popped the first public square clit through its eyelet, I purred,"That 's redress, Kenneth. Such a hopeful boy."

Henry James licked his lips as he stared at my blouse porta, my orotund boob still constrained. He could see the calamitous bra now, one-half exposed.

"What was the escort that he died ?"I asked, my gaze sweeping across the boys.

Saint Paul got his hand up first. The ginger had such a huge grinning on his grimace."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I popped the second base button through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway undone, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the soft ace are over, let 's dig into some real history,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italy ?"

There was silence for a bit, and then Rich shot his hand up. I nodded to him. He blurted out,"It was the 13 Vendémiaire Revolt."

I clapped my paw together in delight."Well done."My fingers popped the 3rd clitoris through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the liquid hide of my stomach."That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Austria ?"

It was James 's good turn to shoot up his mitt. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was twenty-six, right ?"

"You 're not certain ?"I asked, having some fun toying with him.

"No, that 's it,"he said, staring at me as I played with that final examination release."He was twenty-six."

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned.

I popped the close clitoris through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell surface. It exposed my smooth belly and my heavy breast constrained in my black bra. All the girls were shaking their heads in the back of the classroom. I did not deal if they disapproved of my baffle way of inspiring my boys. The striptease was everlasting. My male child were all so concerned. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

Oh, God, this was just astonish. I could n't think I did n't think of this before.

I loved these naughty panties I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my twat as my male students salivated over me. Young men were such hornlike things. I was so sword lily I was channeling their lust in an appropriate way. They would learn so much as they stared at my copious flesh.

I could n't wait to wank when I got home.

"Now, why did napoleon occupy the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his script up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental arrangement that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade wind path through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said,"You are such an intelligent, vernal man. I 'm so majestic of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a professor,"gig muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now,"I said, reaching behind me and finding the grasp of my bra."Get this adjacent one right wing, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tits. I know how you boys like them large and mild and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of athirst heel all wanting to get on the like bitch. I shuddered, my neck touch sensation so bare. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite home. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the doubtfulness I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

I had to focus. I was here to teach my boys.

"Where did Napoleon Bonaparte defeat the Prussians ?"I asked, my articulation a sultry purred.

"Oh, that was at the struggle of ..."Lance furrowed his brow."The battle of Jena and Auerstedt."

"Yes, that 's it,"I moaned. I unclasped my bra.

I brought my hands to the movement, pressing the loving cup against my knocker. I wiggled to skid the strap off my shoulders, showing the boys that zero was holding my bra on my breasts except my mitt. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the next one right, and you 're going to see every, lastly bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and eagre, does n't it ?"

"ass, yes, Mrs. Taylor !"Aston moaned.

"You 're the unspoiled nooky instructor ever,"Tommy groaned.

"I love you, Mom !"Kenneth moaned."Ask the inquiry. I want to see those tits."

Courtney gagged. She was just covetous that her brother wanted to see my titty and not hers. She only had a pair of cycle breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a admiration that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my kitty-cat molten warmth."final interrogative. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

"That 's such a screwing promiscuous one,"muttered my daughter.

"saint Helena !"shouted Saint Paul as Rich cried out,"The island of Saint Helena !"

"angel Helena !"burst from Lance.

"He was exiled to nonpareil Helena !"groaned my son, his eyes locked on me.

"Yes, he was,"I moaned and ripped away my bra.

I exposed my breast to my eager boys. They all groaned. I could finger their eye staring at my big, profuse tits. My dusky tit were so hard. I arched my back, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to make sure they got a sound face at them. They swayed with a heavy jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a good job,"I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my boobies bounce."For your reward, I 'll do my lecture topless. I 'm certainly you 're all going to pore. You 've all learned so a lot, but now we 'll get into more of the item of Napoleon 's life. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

"Yes, Mrs Elizabeth Taylor !"groaned from the boys. My son licked his sass, looking so joyful.

"And you girls, I do n't want to hear a pipework out of you. You can just sulk in the back. I do n't care. I 'm here to teach my boys."

God, my pussy was on fire.

I gave my speech, striding back and forth between my boy. Their eyes followed my heave titty. I shuddered, my racy panties soaking up my succus. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my life. I shuddered, loving it. My hound clicked with every step, giving a wanton careen to my hips.

That helped my breasts to jiggle.

I had this strange itch around my neck. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to see what I was missing. But I maintained my nidus. I taught my boy right up until the end of the hour. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a kiss on the frontal bone. They were all grinning as they left my class, all talking about how they were so bore for tomorrow 's lesson.

My Male students were eager to learn. This was fantastic. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

rightfield then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of track, I could n't do anything about it. I had year to teach. I kept up my striptease moral, the lady friend all glaring at me in the back. They were just overjealous because I had bigger boobs than all of them, and that all the boy wanted to slaver over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a single guy get a question wrong. They got them all correct, letting me strip off my blouse and bra and then talking to topless for the eternal rest of the hour. It was such a kick. Every female teacher needed to do this.

I had no idea what the male prof could do to inspire the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the store. Of course, in my eagerness, I forgot to take my tyke home, but they were nineteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supplies. My new rig. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't wear the Sami blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow 's socio-economic class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all nighttime. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her point. She kept trying to talk to her Father, but he was busy watching the biz. I made sure he had mass of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his wind and whizz,"You 'll just have to waitress and see tomorrow, okay ?"

"God, I ca n't wait. Your boobs are amazing, Mom."He grinned at me."Can I match them ?"

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm sure you have homework to do. It 's not just my class that you need to excel at. You have to be good at all of them."

He darted off. It was grand to see him working hard for once. He was buckling down.

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to seduce her stop home from classes. I did n't involve her negativity in my class tomorrow. I was all about the overconfident. Helping my boys to dominate their lessons. They had to master their knowledge. I could n't wait to serve them. I was so wet and horny.

While my husband was snoring on the lounger downstairs, passed out from all the beers I 'd given him, I went upstairs and masturbated.

Hard.

I thought about all my male students. I picture them one by one fondling my knocker and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussy. I imagine their young putz sliding into me. They fucked me voiceless in my imagination. They pounded me. Lance and his big, black dick. Paul with his passionate poke. Even my own son.

He was still one of my educatee. It did n't weigh if it was incest. I had to bring in certainly that he dominated his lessons and took accusation of his education. I came so hard thinking about Kenneth being in me. My pussy rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of gamy thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the following morning to get quick. I could get wind my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his job. He did n't have to pledge all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my cascade and got quick. I made sure my legs were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making sure my pubic tomentum were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl trollop. I was a ripen charwoman. A sexy teacher.

I was just so excited as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my large breasts struggling to escape. I wore a bra, but only for that first grade. They missed out on my stripteaser the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one final time before I implemented my new program during my s class.

After all, my son deserved to experience it first. He was such a bright student.

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the front hindquarters. She glared at me and complained about how short my skirt was. It was short. If I was n't measured, I would be flashing my pussy.

Of track, I was n't wearing any panties beneath. Not even that special pair. They would just get in the way. My Teacher 's Pet panties were awful, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my example plan firmly set in my mind.

"So you 're not even repentant that you 've become a cyprian,"Courtney continued.

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not see your brother working on his prep all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just drop all your prison term bothering your Fatherhood instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some reason. Well, I was inspired by the scanty I 'd stolen from her. If she just put those on a month ago, maybe she would 've found a way to inhale her instructor. Maybe she would induce become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

Well, they were my panties now.

God, all the boys would have intercourse me. They were all waiting out in battlefront of the college. They wolf-whistled when they saw me strutting on my five-inch heels. My bird barely covered my ass. If any coed wore a skirt that short, she 'd be politely asked to go home. Not me, I was a teacher.

I strolled through the edifice and marched past my boys. They were all so thirsty. All ready to dominate their object lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my first socio-economic class. It was n't the dependable rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my knocker to the excited boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could cogitate about was the exceptional point in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would nail me.

The special delight that would pass a example to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my second class had arrived. I was ready to implement my new learning strategy. The male child were already flooding in. Today, lance was the kickoff to show up. The devotee and grandiloquent African-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big rooster.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, immature man. God, he was so giving. He had a big grin as he took his fundament. Rich followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and James IV and Tommy and Paul all took their buttocks. They were all ready to hear. All staring at me with such Passion of Christ on their faces. I could see they were cook to answer questions.

"Did you boys study hard ?"I asked, smiling at them.

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You ameliorate believe I did, Mrs. President Taylor,"Lance groaned."First time I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a large job as your teacher,"I said, my fingers undoing the buttons of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my live category topless. I did n't nettle with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

"You 're not even pretending to wee them ask questions now,"my daughter asked from the back.

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the interpretation assignment that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just stay out of the boys'hair. I need to educate them. I need to teach them to be dominating, strong offspring men who seize their education.

"Dad is totally going to divorce you,"muttered Courtney.

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most important thing in the world a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my bookman. I stripped naked with pride, letting my male child see my bombastic, exuberant tit and the trimmed, dark-brown Vannevar Bush adorning my twat, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the only if way that a female teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to suit their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the terzetto and catch out of my bag. All the boys were staring at my bare body, drinking in the sight of my figure. The aroma of my tangy cunt reached my wind, filling my every intake with pleasure. My girl stared at me in shock as I placed a thick, black arrest around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the flavour of the leather around my throat.

This was what I was missing. A hot shiver ran through me. I was a pet in pauperism of being controlled. If not, I would just be a wild bitch.

My boys needed to prehend their pedantic future tense with both mitt and show their teacher who was the master here.

I clipped the leash to my collar. Then I knelt before my boy. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the black, leather leash, wagging it back and forth."If you get the question right, you get to support the leash. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"holy place fucking shit,"groaned Rich, his big nose quivering.

"This is dumbfound,"panted Kenneth."You 're the Best, Mom."

"It 's Mrs Taylor,"I said."Now, what twelvemonth did Napoleon invade Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a second before the other boys yelled out the answer.

I was so gladiola it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the leash towards him and said,"I 'm yours. I 'm yours until you cum. Then the succeeding boy gets to answer a question."

"Holy shit,"he said, grabbing my leash in a trembling hired hand. He stood up, his cock tenting the front of his blue jean."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my backtalk or my pussy or my asshole."

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's twin Sister bolted to her feet."You ca n't fuck our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his blue jean, keeping my tether gripped in his right wing deal as he worked his fly loose. His zip fastener rasped."I 'm just taking my reward for getting the question right. That 's all. await at her. She needs to be fucked. That 's what you do with a teacher-pet, right ?"

"Yes,"I groaned.

Courtney hissed and then she sat down. She could have been a pet to her preferred teacher, but she did n't wear the panty in time. I found them. I got to bask them. I got to experience the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't serve one man.

I would serve all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his blue jean down. Then his boxer. His cock popped out. He was bigger than his daddy. My pussy clenched as I stared at that hammer. That tool came from my body, and now it was about to come back to my flesh.

An incestuous hurry barb through me as he gripped my trey and moved behind me. He was going for my snatch. He would ram his prick into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my succus spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my Dubya and dribbled down my second joint. That tangy olfactory property swelled in strength. It filled my nose.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was staring. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was glad that my son would ram that big shaft into me and make me shout my oral sex off in delight.

I groaned as he pressed his tool against my pussy back talk. He rubbed his tip up and down, the crown of his gumshoe teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton moan burst from my sass. Then his cock was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.

Slowly.

My son took his time enjoying his academician reward. He pulled tight on the III, the collar gripping my neck opening. I groaned as his cock sink deeper and deeper into my snatch. He reached towards my uterus. The dog collar jangled, metal clicking on alloy. I whimpered, squeezing my twat around his girth.

My son bottomed out in me.

I had my Kenneth back in me.

My strapping, hunky son was all the way in my cunt. I felt every column inch of his dick. It was marvelous. I was gladiolus I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his dick with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, satiny grip of my twat. He moaned and thrust back into me with force.

Not a sluggish slide now, but a man taking his education in hand.

His balls smacked into my clitoris. pleasance sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all watching, eager for their bend to eff me. It was unbelievable. This was an stick dainty. I was so glad he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my snatch around his tool. I clutched hard, the pleasance edifice and building with every thrust.

"sanctum shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy feels amazing ! Your cunt is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your teacher. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her backbreaking. Your instructor is a slut. She 's a dirty whore that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your teacher, your mommy, is so tickle pink you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a unshakable grip of the leash, tugging on my collar. That kept my head up, my middle staring at the former students watching. The male child were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

spear did have a big dick, coal black and long. So did rich people. Paul 's was nice and William James had a becoming one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussycat melted. I could n't hold off to teach them all. To give them an training they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"My son moaned, his left hand sliding up my body. He still gripped the three in his ripe hand. He pulled tight, letting me feel that collar about my neck opening."Damn, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so strong in you !"

"Kenneth !"his Gemini babe exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get naked and help educate these cocks !"I moaned.

That shut my daughter up. I did n't need her negativism. Not when I was worshiping my son 's big tool.

His cock slammed so deep and firmly in me. He churned me up. His balls smacked over and over against my button. Muriel Sarah Spark fusillade. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his dick penetrating my slit. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was howling. incredible. I groaned, my hips wiggling from incline to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my pussy with every poke of my son 's turncock. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. trickle of cream dribbled through my shrub and ran down my thighs. My heavy tit swayed.

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy flesh. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His ballock smacked into my clit. Little bursts of pleasure showered through my cunt. I was about to explode.

I was about to cum on my nineteen-year-old son 's cock !

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a good scholarly person ! You 're mastering your lusts ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so knockout !"

His mitt squeezed my left breast. He jerked on the leash. For a present moment, my air lane collapsed. I could n't pass off, and it was wonderful. He was showing his supremacy of me.

"Do it !"he howled when he relaxed his grasp."Cum on my pecker, Mrs Taylor !"

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his gibe. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing grab. Incestuous waves of cloud nine washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the atonement I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other boys around me all stroked their cock. fizgig bicker on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony putz. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right boob swung innocent, trembling with my body. My son gripped my left tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his boylike excitement. He slammed his dick so cryptic into my climaxing jackass. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

"Fuck, Mom !"Kenneth groaned."Mrs. Taylor ! Yes !"

Waves of rapture washed out of me with every hot blast of his jizz spilling into my twat. I groaned as my snatch milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every pearl of incestuous germ out of my son 's cock. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was incredible to teach him. To show up him how a submissive teacher-pet should act.

"Kenneth ! I 'm so gallant of you !"I moaned.

"roll in the hay, Mom,"he groaned."Damn !"

He spurted the last drop of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the leash. He stumbled back while I trembled through my bliss. I hit that wonderful peak as I stared out at the early boys watching. I had to give them another query. It was so gruelling to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

"How long did the Peninsular War endure ?"I managed to pitter-patter out.

"Fuck, was n't that six years ?"fizgig groaned."Yeah, that was six old age !"

"I 'm yours, spear !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my pussy. The emollient soaked my bush.

The strong, young Black guy grabbed my triplet. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eagre to finger his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy white meat swaying. My collar jangled. I heard him groan. The male child watched with enviousness while they stripped raw and stroked their dicks.

I was sure they would all get a question correctly before the time of day was over.

I gasped as fizgig parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot expectoration landed on my cocksucker. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my racy sphincter. He was going to use my bowels. He would fuck that vast putz into my anal sheath.

"Yes !"I moaned."Use your teacher-pet however you want. Master your Department of Education. You 're seizing what you want to learn ! Experience !"

"fuck yes I am, Mrs Zachary Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his putz pressed against my arse. I groaned, eager to take his huge, Black tool in my bowels. My entire body quivered. I stared down at my left-hand hand. At the wedding gang I wore. I did n't need that any long. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my male child. My hubby already had his training.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"screw my mother fucker so hard, Lance ! Be a good boy and use your teacher-pet !"

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom floor was drowned out by the cheering son.

Lance thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his pecker stretched and stretched my anal doughnut. My sphincter muscle did n't dissent. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first metre doing anal retentive, but I knew my body could handle it. I would love it. But all my holes were useable for my sexy boy to use. spear wanted my ass, so he got it.

"holy fucking bullshit !"I howled as his thick dick speared deeper and deep into my gut. He stretched my misfortunate asshole to its limits. My anal sheath clenched around his ebony scape. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, Lance ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to Irish punt my do it bastard until I explode !"

"You fucking know it, Mrs. Taylor !"he moaned as he bottomed out in me.

I squeezed my bowels around his dick as he drew back. I heard him spit again and felt it splash against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big peter. He thrust in again. He slammed that big cock into my bowels. My titty swayed from the impact. My entire body rock'n'roll. I gripped his cock with my whoreson, savoring the velvety friction.

delight melted down to my cum-filled pussy. More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my twat as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every plunge of his cock into my bowels. I loved that my hung scholar was fucking my prick.

fizgig spat each time his cock emerge. Seven times. VIII prison term. Until finally, he was pumping with easiness. He was working that dick in and out of my asshole. He was fucking me like the trollop I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal sheath as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my three as he fucked me. The other male child cheered him on.

"Sodomize the slut 's asshole !"Epistle of James shouted.

"Fuck that MILF 's rigorous ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't waitress to fuck her,"groaned Rich as he stroked his big cock."tinker's damn, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking fine !"

I loved the attention.

My sexual climax built faster and faster. fishgig fucked his dick in and out of me. He slammed into my profundity and then pulled back. Over and over, his gumshoe stimulated me. His testis smacked into my contamination. They were cloggy with his cum. I could n't wait for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would pour forth so much jizz in me.

I loved it. I savored being fucked by my Black student.

His big dick drove me wild. I was going to cum so hard. My puss clenched, forcing out more and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rill of his spunk ran down my thighs. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my hired man balled into fists. I was so shut down. Just a few More accident, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowels tight around fishgig 's big dick. I wanted to cum on his ebony spear."bread and butter fucking your teacher ! Keep showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slut !"

"God fucking damn, you are !"gig growled."Mrs. Taylor, you 're the biggest slut ever. I love it !"

His tool drilling into my bunghole combined with those Word to make me finger so puckish. I came.

His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The pleasure erupted in the depths of my pussy. The molten flood of passion surged through my trunk. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my straits and stared out at my boys.

Little sparks of Christ Within danced around them. Fireworks celebrating the intensity of my coming surging through me. My asshole spasmed and writhed around fizgig 's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my asshole. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big dick. My mind burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"ass !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking whore !"

"No, she 's a teacher-pet,"my son said with a big grin. He stroked his dick soaked in my incestuous juices."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His cock buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowels. I reveled in his gravid peter filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to break loose in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't erupt. My arsehole rippled around him, my orgasm electrocution through me, but no squirt of his jizz came. Then with a loud grunt, he ripped his cock entirely out of my bastard. I felt empty.

Then the firm, Black scholar yanked hard on my leash. I gasped as he spun me around, my boastfully tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony monster. I could smell the sour musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my lip and swallowed his dirty cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his gumshoe. The acidity flavor made me feel so naughty. Another coming rippled through me. A humble one. But it was idle and scrumptious as I showed my son I was such a soundly teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"fuck Mrs. Taylor !"he growled."Suck it down my cock as you clean my big dick !"

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my mouth. He splashed the spunk into the backbone of my throat and then it flowed down my gorge to my stomach. I loved it. I whimpered, my body trembling. My collar jangled around my neck opening. spear grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my acidulate asshole. I reveled in the dirty smack mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my eye shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every free fall of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a good teacher-pet.

I hoped the little girl were watching and witnessing how they needed to educate their male child. I hoped my daughter would understand. That she could get over her jealousy and bitterness from missing out on being a pet to her preferred instructor.

Instead, I got to be a pet for all my student. I was so lucky.

fizgig dropped my leash as he ripped his turncock out of my mouth."Better ask your side by side question, Mrs Taylor."

Question ?

Right. I needed to ask my boys something. I groaned, struggling to opine. I needed my student to make out me. All my noesis of Napoleon era seemed to have evaporated beneath the molten pleasure still simmering over my mind. I groaned, feeling my son staring at me with expectant hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

"What 's 5 plus 5 ?"I shouted out.

"10 !"rich people, St. Paul, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the fuck !"gasped my girl."That 's a question a first grader could get !"

"They got it, though,"I moaned."Until they cum, they get to use me however they like."

"I call dibs on her pussy,"Rich said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your boldness so hard, Mrs President Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his hand through his red hair. His cock poking out before him.

I licked my backtalk and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the floor. He held his dick upright piano with his left hand while his right field jerked on the terzetto. He dragged me over his soundbox. My heavy pap swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous cum, to Rich 's hard cock. I impaled myself down his dick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My puss loved it.

I groaned, my dickhead aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his prick trench and gruelling in my bowel. I whimpered in joy, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a fistful of my brownness hair. He jerked my head to the rightfield and rammed his cock into my thirsty mouth.

I was pleasing three of my son at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Paul the Apostle 's putz. My pussy gripped Rich 's blockheaded shaft as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's surd cock as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The other ones were watching, waiting for their number. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Paul 's hammer. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my knife, giving me a preview of the delectation to come. My hands pressed on Rich 's shoulders. I gripped him as I squeezed my bitch around his dick. I pumped up and down his light beam, matching Tommy 's arduous rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety detrition in my bowels mixed with the silklike delight of my cunt. I loved it. I clutched both my hollow around my big, strong son. I whimpered around Alice Paul 's gumshoe as I pleased my former two scholar. My cunt and bowels drank in the tremendous rubbing. Over and over, I was filled with hard cocks.

"screwing, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His hired hand slid around and grabbed my heavy tits. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the shtup advantageously teacher ever, Mrs Taylor !"

"Fuckin'A, you are !"moaned Rich, his big dick filling my pussy on every downstroke.

"Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"groaned Paul as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth."You 're going to deep-throat my prick, are n't you ?"

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his dick. He slammed his dick all the way into the depths of my mouth as my other two pickle were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When Alice Paul brush the back of my throat this time, he kept going. I relaxed my gorge and surrendered to his girth. His dick slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my lips and nose. His balls smacked heavily into my chin.

I was truly being fucked in all three of my holes.

rich was thrusting up as I rode his dick. Tommy pounded my asshole with his mightily strokes, his fingers kneading my heavy breast. Paul grunted as he slammed his pecker down my throat over and over. I loved the smack of his with child chunk on my Kuki. The impact of his nuts, brimming with his cum, against me had my lecherousness surging hot through me. I wanted him to oversupply my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed pie-eyed around Rich 's prick and Tommy 's pecker. I swiveled my hips, stirring my pussycat and cocksucker around their jibe. My orgasm swelled so libertine. I whimpered and groaned around Apostle of the Gentiles 's pecker driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was perfect. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my pap. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasure slammed down to my cunt. I was on the threshold of exploding again. Another orgasm that would ripple through my body. My three boys were given me such walking on air. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul 's tool while my pussy convulsed around Rich 's cock. Tommy drove his hard dick into my writhing bowel. All three son groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of rapture. That I had achieved the destination of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boys'dicks.

"Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my dickhead."You feel so good ! piece of ass !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that howling jet of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so unlike from in my puss. I got to experience that delight a moment later as Rich groaned. His cock flooded my bitch with his touchwood. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor ! You 're the advantageously !"moaned rich people as he spilled his seed in me.

"roll in the hay,"Paul groaned and slammed his rooster all the way down my throat. My vocal cords hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The Wave of raptus were flooding through me."Mrs. Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my esophagus. I shuddered, savoring every last moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my body. I quivered. It was such a delight. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my trap being flooded with my boys'cum.

My pussy and prick drained Rich and Tommy dry. Apostle of the Gentiles unloaded every last drop-off of his cum in my sassing. Then I had other son who needed to do questions. Aston and James IV and Henry and More. All my boys needed to roll in the hay me. I shouted out questions. dim-witted ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many face does a trigon have ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and Forth. I never wanted this lesson to end, but when it did, I had a whole new class of boy to love me. They would all continue their educational activity and ream my naughty pickle.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boy'shaft buried in my cunt or motherfucker or oral cavity, I was well-chosen. I was so glad I stole those panties from my daughter 's dresser drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every close boy who entered my classroom.

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The material body trembled at the end of its final exam panties game.

It would discover new delights, new ways to amuse itself. This final plot had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the panties.

The mistake had created something wilderness. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her mother was the pet to every last boy she could find.

The deception would insure that no one except the obstinate Courtney would think anything was wrong. They would all accept the new Mrs. Taylor. The other prof, the decision maker of her college, and her students would all cerebrate what she was doing was great. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae blood in her. A fiddling drop the had immunized her from its magic.

Something so subtle, it had n't noticed it.

The trope turned to his workbench, contemplating what its next secret plan should be. There were so many way for a fairy to amuse itself. The anatomy would rule something new. Something wild. The sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the sound stirring its imagination.

This game was over, and a new biz was about to begin.

The End of the Mind-Controlling panty Tales