Mind-Control scanty

Story tierce : Sexy Little delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

The figure entered the outlet store. It was one stair above a parsimoniousness store, not the sort of place that panties in the style that the figure made were sold. No naughty delectation to titillate a Young woman 's wanton desires. No trendy apparel were sold here, which was exactly why the build knew these pair pantie was needed here.

The figure was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary bicycle. On a shelf that sold packets of plain, boring panty, so similar to the type worn by the lastly girl the figure had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry tree red panty with those bold, drab letters surrounded by a shimmering ash grey border.

Sexy Delight.

The figure kept walking, knowing that special female child, Heather Miller, would be along in moments.

Heather was a grandiloquent girl, eighteen, wearing a baggy, Asa Gray dress to hide the fullness of her number. Curvy and boozer, her Bounty overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would slaver over. The type of advanced delectation that would grace their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to show off her digit. Not with her mother, purity moth miller, ensuring that her girl wore the blandest, most unflattering dress possible.

Her girl would stay pure.

heather did n't listen. She was a quiet miss 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 horrible misunderstanding. Those panties did not belong to here. She had popped into the store to run a prompt errand. Normally, she would never sponsor for clothing without her mother 's being award. She only passed this particular kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the panties merely to pitch them to the proper store worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the words printed on them, Sexy pleasure. The sight stirred a unknown, wistful longing through her soul.

The tress of long, black hairsbreadth swung down her back as she stared at those glittering letters. Would anyone ever think I was sexy ? she thought.

Her mother certainly never believed she would be."I always gave thanks to God that I had a field Jane for a daughter. None of the boys will ever whiff around you. You 're going to be pure."

Calluna vulgaris knew she should n't do this. That it was damage. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the panty and pressing them to her purse. She pushed it deep, burying it beneath all the accouterments rattling around in her purse. Her cheeks burn with shame, but she rationalized her action by simply reminding herself that these panties clearly were n't the store 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato striptease artist to supervene upon the one that had broken close night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her handbag flavour extra leaden despite how little the brace of pantie weighed.

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< strong > heather mixture Miller < /strong >

Why did I call for these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred meter since the old evening. I could n't explicate it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting prepare for college, but I had n't even bugger off out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting panties on. They were so unlike than anything I 've ever worn. So bright and colorful. They were for a moderately girlfriend. A varicolored whore. Not for a plain stitch Jane like me.

There was a wet heat between my thighs. It was something I rarely paid aid to. Sometimes, I felt that ignominious fondness when in the shower and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly well-favored boy at her college. The type of boys my mother always warned me about.

son like my father.

"You do n't want to ever hook up with a boy,"female parent often told me."He 'll leave you. Just like your father did. They want painted harlots, not a knit stitch Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your father still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever leave me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could hear mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My with child breasts swayed before me as I pulled down the pair of light-blue step-in I wore to bed, the tone of periwinkle so faded it practically was bloodless. I worked the cotton plant off my second joint and glanced at the loud pair. I could n't believe I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could pretend.

Was there anything really amiss with that ?

It was n't like any the boys would notice me. They would never experience I had them on beneath my farseeing chick. That I was wearing something with those naughty words on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two words increase that warmness between my thighs. I glanced down at my black George Bush, gasping at the sight of moisture beading on my pubic haircloth. My impertinence burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red panty and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my stage, the strange, electric tingle racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and edifice 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 ramification. The fabric clung to my thighs then my rump. I had to form the stretchy framework up and over my go rear. I shuddered, my hired man adjusting the elastic waistband about my rosehip. They rode humiliated than they should. They fit so tight. Where they too small for me ?

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

I had no clock time to change."Just a minute !"

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A long, sorry skirt and a gray blouse that button all the way up to my neck, the sleeves going all the way to my wrist. It was open to enshroud my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to tighten such unwieldy, large bosom like mine. I slipped the band around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the boys would n't gain just how busty I was.

"Even a plain Jane will have the boys 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 clitoris up with the speedy gesture. It fit loose on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck opening then smoothed the collar. The tails fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, black dame. 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 leftfield side and fit snugly around my waistline. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as flying as I could.

"Heather miller,"female parent cried for a third sentence,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the room access, my black hairsbreadth swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so spooky after taking those panties home, that I forgot to undo it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't have to spend the time to read braided this morning.

Those naughty panties gripped my rump as I headed down the stairs. The fabric seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my build. It felt so wrong. So juicy. That heating between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My female parent peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a foresightful, pale dress decorated with paisley bloom. It was as conservative as mine, the collar snug about her neck, the arm descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

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

I came close to her, waiting for her inspection. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious panties I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulders down to my elbows, smoothing the framework into my skin. She gripped me there, eyes flicking up and down my body. She frowned.

The prickling rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

"fountainhead, I 'm sure whatever it is, I 'll compute it out,"she said.

My abdomen roiled. How could she jazz ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the heat glowing in my brass ?

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

"Yes, mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a small breakfast nook lay. There were two bowls of cream wheat berry, plain stitch and unseasoned. It was n't that thrust made from moment. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would help settle my tum. Mother stared at me the full time across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the thick heart, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in thought. My risque sex clenched. My tit felt so besotted in my bra. Constricted.

"I just ca n't put my digit on it,"Mother said when I finish. She stood up, her breakfast only half eaten.

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

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

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stunned surprise.

"You know, you 're such a joy. Maybe, I have been a petty too stern with you. You 're eighteen. A womanhood grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

Mother pursed her back talk. Her hired man were on my shoulder, rubbing me. All the warmheartedness of her digit bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my weapon system. It was so ... strange. Then her hand moved to the battlefront of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a endorsement button.

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

I nodded, my hide feeling so exposed. I mean, the loose blouse only showed off my clavicle. The reverend 's wife showed off this a lot pelt. I should n't sense at all strange about it, but my female parent orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my place scuffling along as I dragged my substructure. My thoughts whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvily today.

I slipped into the passenger tail, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how ample I was. mother glanced over me, her lips tightening. My impertinence warm. I hated reminding her of that chesty sporting lady who stole Daddy from our life. Her optic 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 repelling panties and was trying to run the Truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few buttons of my blouse was some sort of unusual torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would profess my ungodly behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few son hanging out front, including Chris. My cheeks warmed more at the good deal of him. He was such a well-favoured boy, tall, his hair darkness and dead. I tried not to recall those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so ardent and juicy, his case would appear in my mind. It made me want to bear on myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not right,"mother said. She reached out and did two Sir Thomas More buttons. I gasped, as she opened my blouse all-embracing, revealing more of my hide. I could see the top gradient of my chest. If she undid another clit, people would see my bra.

My cheeks went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my vox choking.

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

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

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

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my English. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my record book bag on my lap, not indisputable what to do. My mother opened the doorway and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would get laid that I had big breasts. Then he would pop out to lust after a knit stitch Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my long chick rustling. I was so mindful of my exposed cleavage. I felt my titty jiggling like they were fighting to escape my bra. I wanted to unfreeze 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 other two boys."Does n't my girl just count pretty ?"

My eye widened."Mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet delight ?"female parent asked. Her hired hand swept down my back and over my seat, smoothing my doll."I know she has n't dressed for it, but you can see it, ca n't you, boys ?"

I wanted to melt 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 rent shallow breather, not to let my bosom swell, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my dresser swelling as my female parent 's hand smooth across my buns again.

"Yeah, you do mean she such a howling joy, do n't you, boys ?"Mom said.

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

"You guess ?"mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another button. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the other boy, could see the emollient color of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. mother heart-to-heart my blouse further, her hands brushing across my boob. My nipples were laborious. I felt her paw rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. loathsome prickling raced through me.

"Now what you think ?"female parent asked."I know she 's not wearing the most flattering clothes, 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 little wiggle. The son were all staring at me like skirt chaser. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My face were so ardent. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumbs brushed my tit again, my pussy growing wet. I could feel it. These racy juice were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these revolting panties I wore.

"Now, Heather, have a lovely day,"Mother said."Do n't worry, I 'll do something about your clothes. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to know about the panties. She kept saying that Good Book : pleasure. I could feel those letters burning across my rump.

mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her wench swirling. I trembled there, the son staring at my give away breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My kitty-cat was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To abuse myself like a iniquitous girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The male child parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their centre running up and down my figure. They knew I was chesty. That my breasts were giving. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the strange exhilaration shooting through me.

Boys liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering warmth shot through me as I entered my college, other scholar noticing me. Girls gasped in stupor while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My gold braid of hair swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my measure. My mother 's contact burned across my skin. The panties were so tight, cupping my bum, my pussy.

I felt so naughty down there. I felt like instead of a puss, I had that nasty parole between my thighs. That C word.

Cunt.

"Heather !"my friend, Vivian, pant. The redhead rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her lowly nipple."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of flesh for you to be showing."

"Mother thought I should ... show off my delightful chest,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my overplus. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't aid but stuff my mammilla out before me. I was enjoying the attending. All the bozo looking at me. Hungering for me.

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

I nodded, heading towards my first class."I know, it 's so unusual, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a joy. For everyone to have sex that I 'm not just a Plain Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a champaign Jane, broom. You 're cute. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would bolt down to have tits as big as yours."She looked around."All the early girls are staring at you. They 're seeing how busty you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My ally nodded."This is just gaga. Your mom 's gone crazy ?"

"I do n't know,"I said, too scared to name the panties and the D word of honor printed on them. I drew in a trench breathing time, my chest insurrection and falling. My chest rising and falling. son groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why girls want to establish off their flesh and attract boys'attention. Now I was starting to understand it. It made me feel so naughty. So arch and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A aphrodisiac joy. A shudder 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 hale my tit so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. mother wanted me to do this, then it had to be okay. I always listen to my mother.

Chris sat down beside me, a blackguardly grin on his boldness."Hey,"he said, nodding to me."You look precious today."

I could n't avail the girlish giggle that burst from my lips. I had never made such a sound before in my lifetime, but it made him grinned larger. I was feeling so foul. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his lesson. I focused on his lecture like always. I felt all those boys staring at me. They were paying attention to me, not the teacher. I could n't help the grin on my lips. I could n't help taking delight in it. This was everlasting. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so gamey and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my example when the threshold opened and my mother walked in holding shopping bags. 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 sloppy wearing apparel. Do n't vex, your mother will make you into a sexy delight."

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

"It 's alright,"she said, a tolerant grin on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."mother is going to pee-pee everything right. Now, stand up and let 's get those clothes off of you."

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



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

The earthly concern had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful heat rushed through me as Mother attacked the final buttons 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 by dressing me frumpy and not allowing me to wear makeup ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new scanty cause her to bring in the truth ?

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

As I shrugged out of my blouse, Mother reached behind me and unbuttoned my bra. I groaned as the press was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, magnanimous and pillowy flaccid, hanging with their heavy weight. Both my nipple were arduous, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my all-embracing areolas. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight 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 breast."I know,"Mother said."I was such a bad char for hiding these lush breasts. Mmm, is n't my girl such a sexy delight ?"

"pit yes !"groaned Chris.

female parent beamed as she gave my breast the final liquidity crisis, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my body, caressing my skin, sending undulation of heat washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a juicy Holy Writ to use for my pussy ; it made me feel so wicked cerebration it—clenched. I had this deep ache inside of me. I needed something to penetrate my virtuous depths. I glanced at Chris, sighting the protuberance of his cock.

I excited him.

female parent 's hands reached my skirt. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastener. She found it while my body trembled. My turgid, expose breasts swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the thin apparent motion of my bountiful tits.

"I ca n't consider 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 hand spanked my panty-clad rump. Her hand lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my flesh, her fingers digging into my crack.

"Sexy Delight,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear down stuff like this years ago. I 'm so sorry, broom. I 'm going to be a respectable mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my coxa and turned me, letting all the boys see those naughty panty clinging to my ass. Her hand pushed down on the middle of my spine, 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 vocalization so throaty. female parent 's bridge player kept caressing over my hind end, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussy ache. I grew so wet.

SMACK !

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

"Mmm, yes, you are a aphrodisiac delight, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new clothes. Obviously, you have the perfect tense yoke of step-in for this skirt !"

Her manus darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, black skirt. It possessed so little fabric to it. I gasped at how short it was. Would that cover anything ?

Mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching all-embracing the waistband of the skirt, ready for me to tread into it. My large nipple jiggled as I did just that, my gold braid swaying down my back. low, my decent leg and then my left leg slipped into the bird. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my silklike calves, brushing my silky thighs.

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

female parent pulled the skirt up and over my tail. The waistband hugged low on my hips, the skirt barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would swank my gamy step-in and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of young woman I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a wicked whimper that had my large knocker swaying and brushing together.

My nipples throbbed. I wanted to come to them. I wanted to touch my slit, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would have to wait until I got home to love myself for the outset time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"female parent purred."I did n't quite know what your flop size of it was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't reckon your schoolfellow will mind. right hand, Chris ?"

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

"Naughty boy,"Mother said and then tweaked my nipple.

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me shudder. This wicked heat shot down to my blue snatch. I groaned as my panties felt so sozzled. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my cunt ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as lilliputian fabric as the skirt. There were no sleeve. It looked like a subway system of bright-red cloth, the like hue as my pantie. How could that pass over anything ?

"Arms up in the air,"female parent said. She giggled as I did that."All the boys loved how that made your tits jiggled. Ooh, they 're all hard for you. My daughter is a busty, sexy delight."

Mom pulled the tube top down my weapon and worked it down my fountainhead. There was a flashbulb of red that filled my imagination, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my large tit. I gasped as my hard tit drank in the rasp texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making sure that fit my large breasts perfectly.

"There you are,"mother said, beaming. She clapped her helping hand on my cheek."My sexy delight."

I gasped as she gave me a candy kiss on the back talk. It was agile, almost motherly, but it sent this wild hurry through me. All the boys exploded into applause. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a mob of apes. I shuddered as the sounds rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, heather mixture,"Mother said, giving me another smile."I 'm going to be busy shopping and buy you a whole new wardrobe. I 'll pick you up some interesting things to point you."

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my puss tingle. Gosh, I really, really desire to represent with myself. My fingers itched should just slew beneath my shortsighted, short circuit skirt.

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

"By, Mrs Alton Glenn Miller,"croaked Chris.

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

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny shock. I was so frustrated. So eager to do matter. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from family to socio-economic class like a hungry battalion of dog-iron. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could feel them pacing outside, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his rim, his prick hard.

My Virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so cognisant of my body in my new clothing. When I had to bend over, I could feel my skirt sliding higher and high-pitched, revealing the penetrate slope my rump, then more and to a greater extent of my troll butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty panties. I knew some of the glittering missive were peeking out, bright-blue eccentric printed on crimson fabric.

My breast would carry at the slightest campaign. The stretchy thermionic valve top molded to them, highlighting my nipple. My ring of color. The material was so lose weight you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valiant effort to drench up my cream, but I started feeling the naughty juice trickling down my thigh. My skirt was so short circuit, the guy had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't induce to buy my lunch today. All the cat were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my protagonist Vivian from sitting with me. This was so unbelievable. I felt like the sexiest girl in the world. I had never been happier. I hummed in pleasure, my shoulder joint swaying, making my titties bounce for the son'enjoyment. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When lunch ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this ravenous smile on his lips."Would you like to do over to my house ? 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 purulent clenching.

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

I was giddy all through my last few socio-economic class. Chris wanted to pass water love to me. He wanted to delight my sexy body while all alone at his home. I could n't expect to tell mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just seize my desk, my entire consistence shakiness, all the male child tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, course of study were over. Chris was cook to claim me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I emerged from my biota stratum, marking his soil. A risque shiver rippled through me. Vivian gave me a unknown look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confound. I did n't like. I was going home with Chris.

My poor people, vestal twat 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 halls, my knocker bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the other guy scowled.

I was sure I would go dwelling house with them soon. But today I was Chris's.

My mother was waiting for me outside. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather skirt and matching corset she wore, the drab garment lifting her own surprisingly heavy breasts into plushy mounds. She had healed, thigh-high boots and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

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

female parent seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant cleavage. She stared into my oculus as her unloose helping hand cupped my expression. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was unlike from the earlier one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the oestrus of rushing out of my puss, my panties tingling around my pussy and rump. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching boy burst into the whoops and hollering. This was so discombobulate. I could n't think this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her corset, my nipples throbbing and aching.

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

"mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So powerful. In control. She 'd dominated me my stallion aliveness. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her stays. Her skirt swayed before me. I could reek that puckish olfactory property of leather. There was another aroma beneath it. Spicy. That same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my female parent I was smelling.

"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 toys, just thinking about your sexy delight has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your face buried beneath my wench and see how wet you made your mother !"

I lifted the movement of mother 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, embrown bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lips were compact, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juices, that spicy scent filling my nozzle. I quivered as I stared at her cunt, drinking in her appearing. 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 devour her, you sexy slut !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's slit !"

"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 cocotte, I wanted to bury my cheek between those lavish breasts. I wanted to be the one to revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, sonsie joy. Now get that typeface buried in my snatch and pee me cum. You have to get it on me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, female parent !"I moaned.

I pressed my typeface into her cunt. I licked and lapped and caressed her folding. Her spicy juice coated my glossa. snatch was like nix I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hired hand grabbed her articulatio coxae as I stroked my clapper through those slurred back talk. Her emollient coated my chin. My impudence. She moaned as I feasted on her before the total college.

My lingua lapped at her puss, stroking her crimp and brushing that little bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her clit. I stroked my lingua around it, flicking it, making my mother pant and groan. I made her find amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy delectation,"Mother moaned."Play with my clit. Oh, yes, play with that fiddling bud."

"God, heather mixture, you 're just a slut for your mother 's cunt !"Chris howled.

"That 's right wing,"female parent 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 have a cock.

I did n't roll in the hay. I did n't like. I just pressed my mouth into her thick-skulled pussy lips. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my tongue into her depths, swirling around inside the very cakehole that had birthed me. More and more of her spicy cream poured into my mouth. The flavor ignited my taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this disgusting whiz rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The sunniness rippled around me, spurring me on. The son wanted to make my mother cum. That dirty, cruddy parole for that matter I was never allowed to have. The delight I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother build me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the greatest thing in the cosmos. I wanted to contribute her that joy. I nibbled on her pussy brim. I sucked on her clit. I made her pant and moan, her tumid breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

"That 's it, slut, eat me out !"moaned mother."You 're a slight dyke like me !"

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to clear her explode.

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

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

mother sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by exaltation. Sounded so marvellous. I could n't wait for my turn to have it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy twat, gathering up all the incestuous emollient that spilled out of her. My consistence trembled from the thrill of this naughty, wanton act.

"Holy son of a bitch, heather mixture actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

"Way to go my broom ! You 're such a dam !"

"raw sienna that fumble !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty words, my eubstance trembling as I kept licking. mother shuddered, her tit jiggling in the girdle. With a moan, she took a step back, pulling her pussy from my expression. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my pipe top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy flavour of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"Mother said, wrenching open the rider room access.

She reached into a bag, the external sleek gray with a pair of dim brim on the social movement. She wrenched out the bright, pink aim. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the shaft. It had segments almost like a caterpillar 's body. My virgin twat clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a smooth clod. Mother whirled around, her right boob popping out of her girdle, her teat grim red.

She thrust the bulblike end of the dildo up between her thigh. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her pussy. Her eye widened as the other end of the dildo thrust out from beneath her skirt. It was like she had her own turncock.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

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

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

"If you had, I 'd have to whip your ass for touching my sexy pleasure,"mother said."Now you, bend over the thug of the car, dropped his panties, and make for female parent to bonk you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my feet. My abruptly bird flared, flashing my cherry-red panties and those risque words at the boy. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my booby into the bonnet. My nipples throbbed at the inter-group communication, drinking in the wondrous feel of the engine 's warmth bleeding through the metal. My hand flicked up my chick, my hips wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My pollex hooked the waistband of my pantie. I thrust them off my rump, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my crotch hair soaked by my excitement.

My female parent clicked her tongue in aggravation."All that hairsbreadth has to go,"she said."When we get home, I 'll teach you how to groom your cunt."

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

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

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

"I 'll give birth that tattoo on your lower berth back. A tramp stamp that will let everyone hump that your mama 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot frame. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clit before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so set up for mother 's pretender cock to ram into me to lay down me sense amazing. I just knew she 'd give way me such pleasance. She 'd induce me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy lips, savoring the smell of her pussy as all the boys cheered :"POP THAT cerise !"

"POP THAT cherry !"

"POP THAT cerise !"

female parent thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my maidenhead tear, a needlelike jiffy of pain that was swallowed by a tidal undulation of rapture. The dildo slammed into my depths, the segmented body caressing my silken shape. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her genitalia smacked into my rump, my body shuddering atop the bonnet of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

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

My nerve scrunched up with walking on air. wizard burst across my eyes. I gasped and groaned, my pelvic arch wiggling, stirring my slit around her poke miniature. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my berm, watching her right booby bouncing, the left field wanting to break spare of her stays. Her face twisted with such while delight as she pounded my deflowered pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt heavily and fast.

"What a slutty daughter I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your tit and lead-in you around by a leash !"

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, my pleasure growing. Her every push brought me confining and closer to that magical moment.

"You 're gon na wear makeup and look like a multi-color harlot. My painted lady of pleasure. I 'll buy you a chest ticker. 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 screw me, female parent !"

I was delirious. febrile. Her every thrust brought me closer and closer to that rattling explosion. My world-class coming. I was so excited for it. She slammed the slurred dildo so deep in me, the section caressing my silky flesh. She churned my cunt up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

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

"Oh, my little hussy 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"mother hissed. She grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up. My titty bounce before me as I gasped. My pussy clenched around the segmented dildo.

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

She shoved my tube top up, my heavy titty spilling into her gouge grip. Her fingernails bit into my exit tit as she controlled me. It felt so marvellous. She was in charge of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How grueling I could cum.

"Let me find out you scream out in raptus, my minuscule slut-daughter."

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

It was amazing.

Fireworks detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My soma spasmed and writhed about that amazing dick plunging over and over again into my slit. It was beyond words. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot foam as the pleasure rushed through my torso. I whimpered, shuddering.

Wave of raptus slammed through my organic structure. They drowned my nous. I came so voiceless, speckle of weak burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my leaden tits heaving, my left titty clutched in mommy 's tight suitcase. Her powerful paw gripped my hair, keeping my head pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a hussy, Heather !"

"A dyke jade for your female parent !"

"Way to go, Mrs. miller ! You made that little whore cum !"

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

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

The panties bunched around my stifle proved exactly what I was. I was so glad I found them. Whoever accidentally left these kinky panties behind had changed everything for me.

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

I was going to bask the relief of my slavish life.

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The figure smiled, gladiola that the pantie were appreciated. The flesh was aegir for the following brace to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colors all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic passion. A unity Holy Writ, each alphabetic character printed in different, tawdry people of color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The figure stroked each character, eager to go shopping again.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...