Mind-Control Panties

Story Fifteen : Becoming a Submissive instructor Pet

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta Reading this !

The figure trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled step-in it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping new little girl'nous into its slattern. Turning trade good female child into whores, bad girls into Virgo, and a entirely host of early naughty blueprint. But too much of a good affair was bad.

It needed to incite on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the department store. It had been in one of these places many fourth dimension. It knew through its waterfall 's trick that this was the hone property to ascertain her. To receive the girl who would jade the special panty. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and clean-handed. On the backrest, in white varsity letter, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A wonderful distich of step-in for a Cy Young girl to wear.

A young female child taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department stock sold its intimate apparel. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, pantie designed to attract the attending of young women who were shopping with their female parent. One such girl was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

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

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humans. It was workaday. Just another being shopping there. The mortals'attention were on other thing. On substantial consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The figure trembled in joy as its final mind-controlling panties'secret plan began.

It slipped out of the depot as it felt its objective approach.

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minutes behind her chum Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their relationship was obvious. Both had brown tomentum, the mother kept hers myopic while the daughter 's fell in a long and exuberant wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar zygomatic. Courtney had blue oculus from her begetter, while Brenda possessed a vivacious green.

"I hear you 're becoming Mr. Rainier 's favorite,"Mrs. Zachary Taylor said to her girl."A instructor 's pet."

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breath caught as she stared at that limited span. The words and white letters beckoned her.

teacher 's pet.

"I get having a crush on an honest-to-god man,"said Mrs Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a good-looking man, but you need to be careful. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your heart broken."

The daughter gave a slight nod, utterly entranced by the panties. Her mother '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 lady friend are like at your age,"Mrs. President Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both professors at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history class."Well, those are cute panties. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the pantie. The prickling rippled through her. Her mamilla hardened while her nous thought of Mr. Rainier. And choker. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the bank clerk failed to ring up one duet of the scanty that the two char bought. A undivided token that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Taylor did n't even think of the panty by the prison term they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's warning dueled with the sudden luxuria to wear those panties and get her preferred teacher 's pet. Something in her profligate recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's room, washables handbasket under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her wash for so long it was second nature to me. I set the basket atop her vanity, careful not to vex her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

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

They were gorgeous. Just so pleasant-tasting. The perfect affair to wear.

instructor 's Pet.

Those speech echoed in my intellect. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my point, confused why I would steal my girl 's panties. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never lap them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all right wing for me to take away them. I could wear them. It would be mirthful. A teacher wearing step-in intended for a teacher 's pet.

My own private laugh tomorrow at when I taught my college students.

The idea set my mind alight with bore anticipation for the rest of the eve. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him have intercourse about my needs. I did n't check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my scabies, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scrape it.

I struggled to catch some Z's, my mind filled with strange paradigm. shoe collar. scholarly person. It was all such a blur. A omnium-gatherum of intimate urge that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The mo I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my girl 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size of it, after all. I might be twenty-two long time honest-to-goodness than her, but I still had a heavy fig. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my tooshie. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, slow panties.

I trembled as I left the headmaster bathroom, my husband stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd lain out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too cautious. I wanted something more fun. Something a small lower cut. I wanted to really present off my prominent breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy mounds.

I threw capable my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in old age. It was downhearted and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday nowadays, not realizing just how lots pulp it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my weapons system into the sleeve. I loved the feel of the silk against my material body. I worked the push button, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my titty, just covering my bra while leaving the relief of my large expanse of delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will hold open the boy focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the book binding of my bedroom door.

I slid my hands up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breast. I squeezed them. The pantie tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfective. I ached to be such an breathing in for my son. I needed to help them pay care. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the country, boy were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to work it as engaging for them as possible.



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

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingle soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my annulus. I stepped into it and drew it up my wooden leg. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't much I could do, but I had great ramification and a nice ass.

My curved shape would evince through. I just knew it.

I dug out a span of five-inch heels, not my usual flats. I knew they would help to give definition to my butt and human body to my calf. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big tit bouncing and heaving. I could listen my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning chore. As I reached the hind end of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a better-looking, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his similitude baby, his brown haircloth cut short. A big grin spread head across his lips as his gaze rippled up and down my eubstance.

"well, mom, wow."

"Do you like it ?"I asked, this flirty, bubbly tincture to my voice. I could n't help but giggle like I was xix myself.

"Holy shit, mom !"gasped my girl, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes wide as she held a large jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her capitulum."You 're wearing that to schooltime today ?"

"What 's so wrong with this kit ?"I asked."Your Brother the likes of it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her cheek tightened."Does Dad know you 're wearing that ?"

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

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

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my hubby was upstairs taking his prospicient shower. He would just birth a cup of java before heading out to his place job. Kenneth had fuss focusing on his cereal grass because he was staring at my knocker. I could n't assist but incline over and return him an inspiring video display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my son.

I had both my twins in my moment category. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My finger's breadth itched to play with the large buttons of my blouse and give my boys a kickshaw. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to focus all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two tyke. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the pass out of the business firm, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a commodity boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front seat much to Kenneth 's letdown.

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

I was indisputable another tenner they would be dependable protagonist. 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 panties tingling, making my cunt itch. The wet excitement soaked between my thighs. form today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing professor. All my pupil would just have it away me. I would civilize them. I 'd make my boys so bright and chic. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boy were staring at me. Even the ones I did n't instruct. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my pelvic arch swaying. I felt my skirt rustle over my butt-cheeks and brushing my second joint. I loved the leap to my tits. I especially savored how the son watched me.

I wanted to strut. I felt like a plunder appearance dog on presentation, a kick in her prime proving just how astonishing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"Good morning, Mrs. Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their center all flicked up and down my physical structure, noticing me.

I perched on a stool in front of my first class, peg crossed, all the male child crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the spine, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my fault that all the son were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their fornicatress'tight, new torso. The boys were finally gratuitous of the distraction of all those just legal tarts.



My boys'internal secretion were focused on Education now.

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

Kenneth was the first to go far. My son sat social movement and snapper before me, a big grin on his face."Damn, mom, I am so ready to get word about story from you today."

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

Courtney, who was slinking into the binding of the room, gagged. I did not recognise what was up with that girl today.

The other son all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a tall guy with blonde hair and a big nose sat to the right field of my son while Lance, a buff and tall inkiness guy took the seat to his leftfield. For once, he looked tidal bore to teach as he stared at me perched on the ordure, his white dentition flashing between his thick lips. Paul came in future, a nerdy guy with red hair and freckles across his face. Today, he did n't front bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the movement row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and Jesse James and Tommy all flooded into the front man row, staring at me.

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

When the last student walked in, a young lady named Nancy who just shook her pass at the visual modality of me, I said,"Good morning, boys. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such eager thirstiness. I would ready this object 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 micturate a game of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top clitoris of my blouse, a boastfully square just begging to be popped through its loop."For every question individual gets right, 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 enquiry you get right, I 'll unwrap one. Four interrogation, and then I can take in my blouse off, Next, I can—"

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her feet. She smacked both her hands down onto her desk."What the hell ?"

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

"Thatch your grade ?"she gasped, this look of jar on her nerve."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

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

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

"Mrs. Taylor, you 're such an amazing teacher,"groaned lancet. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.

"Yeah,"Rick said, his big nose so bold face. I heard what they said about men with big noses ...

A hot lunar time period rose through my puss. I shuddered and squirmed on my stool."Now, if the daughter would care to be skilful and not break us, I 'll begin."

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

"Okay, what was the date that Napoleon I Napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the first lame button through its eyelet, I purred,"That 's slump, Kenneth. Such a brilliant boy."

James licked his lips as he stared at my blouse possible action, my large chest still constrained. He could see the Negroid bra now, half exposed.

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

Alice Paul got his hand up first. The ginger had such a huge smile on his fount."May 5th, 1820 !"

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

"Now, the well-fixed unity are over, let 's dig into some very history,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italian Republic ?"

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

I clapped my hands together in delight."Well done."My fingerbreadth popped the third button through its loop. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my stomach."That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Republic of Austria ?"

It was Saint James the Apostle 's turn to germinate up his hired hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was twenty-six, justly ?"

"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 button."He was twenty-six."

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

I popped the last clit through its grummet. I shuddered as my blouse fell overt. It exposed my smooth belly and my large titty constrained in my black bra. All the girls were shaking their head word in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my male child. The exotic dancer was perfective tense. My boys were all so interested. They were all recalling affair right that they normally would forget.

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

I loved these gamy panties I wore. They were so inspiring. prickling rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my pussy as my manlike bookman salivated over me. Young men were such horny affair. I was so sword lily I was channeling their lustfulness in an appropriate charge. They would learn so much as they stared at my ample flesh.

I could n't expect to masturbate when I got home.

"Now, why did Napoleon invade the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to exsert the Continental system that existed in French Republic while simultaneously choking off the British trade road 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, young man. I 'm so proud of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a professor,"Lance 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 next one rightfulness, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, alky tits. I know how you boys like them large and piano and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of athirst dogs all wanting to ride the same bitch. I shuddered, my neck feeling so mere. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

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

"Where did Napoleon shoot down the Prussians ?"I asked, my interpreter a sultry purred.

"Oh, that was at the battle of ..."fishgig furrowed his eyebrow."The battle of Jena and Auerstedt."

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

I brought my hands to the front man, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slew the strap off my berm, showing the boy that nothing was holding my bra on my white meat except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

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

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

"You 're the best fucking teacher ever,"Tommy groaned.

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

Courtney gagged. She was just jealous that her brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a pair of round boob. Smaller than mine. It was a admiration that Mr. Rainier paid any aid to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my kitty dethaw oestrus."final exam question. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

"That 's such a fucking easy one,"muttered my daughter.

"paragon capital of Montana !"shouted Paul as Rich cried out,"The island of Saint Helena !"

"holy person Helena !"burst from Lance.

"He was exiled to holy person Helena !"groaned my son, his center locked on me.

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

I exposed my breasts to my bore boy. They all groaned. I could find their eyes staring at my big, lush tits. My dusky mammilla were so knockout. I arched my back, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to fix sure they got a good look at them. They swayed with a laborious joggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a good job,"I said, hopping off my toilet. That really made my boobies spring."For your advantage, I 'll do my speech topless. I 'm for certain you 're all going to rivet. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into Thomas More of the details of Napoleon 's life. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

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

God, my pussy was on fire.

I gave my lecture, striding back and forth between my male child. Their heart followed my panting chest. I shuddered, my naughty panty soaking up my succus. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my life sentence. I shuddered, loving it. My heel clicked with every step, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my knocker to joggle.

I had this unusual itch around my neck. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to translate what I was missing. But I maintained my focus. I taught my boys 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 forehead. They were all grinning as they left my year, all talking about how they were so bore for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male scholarly person were eager to watch. This was howling. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

rightfield then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of trend, I could n't do anything about it. I had classes to instruct. I kept up my striptease lessons, the female child all glaring at me in the back. They were just overjealous because I had bigger boobs than all of them, and that all the son wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a one guy get a question wrong. They got them all correct, letting me foray off my blouse and bra and then lecturing topless for the rest of the hour. It was such a rush. Every female person teacher needed to do this.

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

The bit college was done, I headed to the computer memory. Of track, in my readiness, I forgot to study my children habitation, but they were 19. They could obtain their own way. I bought my supplies. My new getup. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't wear upon the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so bore for tomorrow 's course.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her head. She kept trying to talk to her father, but he was fussy watching the biz. I made sure he had hatful of beers to drink in. I wanted him out of my haircloth. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his olfactory organ and purred,"You 'll just have to wait and see tomorrow, okay ?"

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

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm certainly 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 fantastic to see him working hard for once. He was buckling down.

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to make her stay home from classes. I did n't demand her electronegativity in my family tomorrow. I was all about the plus. Helping my boys to overtop their lessons. They had to master their noesis. I could n't wait to assist them. I was so wet and horny.

While my husband was snoring on the reclining chair 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 boob and sucking on my teat and eating out my kitty-cat. I imagine their young cock sliding into me. They fucked me tough in my resourcefulness. They pounded me. lance and his big, inglorious putz. Paul the Apostle with his passionate thrusts. Even my own son.

He was still one of my students. It did n't matter if it was incest. I had to hit sure that he dominated his lessons and took armorial bearing of his education. I came so hard thinking about Kenneth being in me. My snatch rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of naughty thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morning to get quick. I could hear my married man grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his trouble. He did n't suffer to drink all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got set. I made sure my peg were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making sure my pubic whisker were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl jade. I was a mature woman. A aphrodisiacal teacher.

I was just so stir as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four clitoris. It was barely held shut, my boastfully titty struggling to fly the coop. I wore a bra, but only for that initiative division. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one last-place prison term before I implemented my new curriculum during my second class.

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

When we left for college, my girl defiantly sat in the movement keister. She glared at me and complained about how shortsighted my wench was. It was curt. If I was n't heedful, I would be flashing my pussycat.

Of class, I was n't wearing any step-in beneath. Not even that special duo. They would just get in the way. My teacher 's Pet panties were astonishing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson 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 hear your brother working on his homework all Nox ? He was feverous. I know that you just spent all your time bothering your Father instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My girl glared at me. Like she resented me for some intellect. fountainhead, I was inspired by the step-in I 'd stolen from her. If she just put those on a calendar month ago, maybe she would 've found a way to inspire her instructor. Maybe she would have become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

Well, they were my panties now.

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

I strolled through the building and marched past my male child. They were all so thirsty. All set up to rule their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my first form. It was n't the reliable rush I craved, but still fun. My twat was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my titty to the rouse boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could think about was the exceptional item in my bag. The thing that I needed. The thing that would fill out me.

The limited joy that would give a lesson to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my second stratum had arrived. I was ready to follow through my new learn strategy. The son were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the first to show up. The buff and tall African-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big hammer.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, Edward Young man. God, he was so giving. He had a big smile as he took his seat. ample followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and Saint James the Apostle and Tommy and Paul all took their seats. They were all set to get a line. All staring at me with such cacoethes on their faces. I could see they were ready to answer questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You better believe I did, Mrs. President Taylor,"fishgig groaned."First prison term I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a groovy job as your teacher,"I said, my fingers undoing the clitoris of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last division topless. I did n't devil with donning my bra, though.

I would n't demand it.

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

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading assignment that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just stay put out of the boys'whisker. I need to cultivate them. I need to learn them to be dominating, stiff young 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 matter in the human race a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with pride, letting my male child see my declamatory, lush titty and the trimmed, brown George H.W. Bush adorning my pussycat, I knew the the true. Why I was here. This was the merely way that a female teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the leash and arrest out of my purse. All the boy were staring at my naked eubstance, drinking in the sight of my flesh. The aroma of my lemonlike pussy reached my nose, filling my every inspiration with delight. My daughter stared at me in shock as I placed a midst, black apprehension around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the tactile property of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to usurp their academic futures with both men and show their teacher who was the master here.

I clipped the trinity to my choker. Then I knelt before my male child. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the inglorious, leather leash, wagging it back and Forth."If you get the question right, you get to hold the leash. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"holy fucking red cent,"groaned rich, his big nose quivering.

"This is amazing,"panted Kenneth."You 're the dear, Mom."

"It 's Mrs Joseph Deems Taylor,"I said."Now, what yr did Napoleon invade Russian Federation. ?"

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

I was so gladiolus it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the 3 towards him and said,"I 'm yours. I 'm yours until you cum. Then the next boy gets to answer a question."

"holy place shit,"he said, grabbing my leash in a shaking bridge player. He stood up, his cock tenting the front line of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

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

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's pair sister bolted to her animal foot."You ca n't eff our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my leash gripped in his good paw as he worked his fly open air. His slide fastener rasped."I 'm just taking my wages for getting the question right. That 's all. count 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 pet instructor, but she did n't fag the pantie in fourth dimension. 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 well all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jeans down. Then his boxers. His cock popped out. He was gravid than his pop. My pussy clenched as I stared at that cock. That dick came from my body, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous Rush pellet through me as he gripped my tercet and moved behind me. He was going for my kitty. He would ram his cock into the jam that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my bush and dribbled down my thigh. That tangy smell swelled in intensity level. It filled my nozzle.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was perfect. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was gladiola that my son would ram that big dick into me and hit me scream my head off in delight.

I groaned as he pressed his cock against my cunt lips. He rubbed his tip up and down, the crown of his putz teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton moans burst from my lips. Then his cock was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.

Slowly.

My son took his time enjoying his academic reward. He pulled tight on the leash, the shoe collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his dick sink deeper and deeper into my twat. He reached towards my womb. The collar jangled, metal clicking on metallic element. I whimpered, squeezing my cuckoo 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 inch of his pecker. It was wonderful. I was gladiola I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his tool with my twat. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silken grip of my twat. He moaned and thrust back into me with force.

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

His lump smacked into my clit. pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all observance, eager for their turn to make out me. It was unbelievable. This was an amazing goody. I was so glad he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussycat around his pecker. I clutched hard, the pleasure building and building with every thrust.

"holy place diddly, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Taylor ! Oh, yes, your twat spirit 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 hard. Your instructor is a slut. She 's a dirty whore that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big cock into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mommy, is so exalt you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a immobile traveling bag of the trine, tugging on my arrest. That kept my fountainhead up, my eyes staring at the former students watching. The boys were pulling out their prick, stroking themselves.

spear did have a big cock, soot black and long. So did rich. Saint Paul 's was squeamish and James had a enough one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't waitress to instruct them all. To throw them an education they would never forget.

It was my obligation as a teacher-pet !

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

"Kenneth !"his Gemini Sister exclaimed.

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

That shut my girl up. I did n't postulate her negativity. Not when I was worshiping my son 's big shaft.

His prick slammed so deep and hard in me. He churned me up. His Lucille Ball smacked over and over against my clit. twinkle burst. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his dick penetrating my cunt. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wonderful. Incredible. I groaned, my rosehip wiggling from slope to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my twat with every thrust of my son 's hammer. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. dribble of cream dribbled through my George Walker Bush and ran down my thigh. My heavy breasts swayed.

His exploring left paw found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingerbreadth into my pillowy human body. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His balls smacked into my clit. Little bursts of delight showered through my pussy. 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 right student ! You 're mastering your lecherousness ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so intemperate !"

His hand squeezed my leftover breast. He jerked on the collar. For a bit, my airway collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was fantastic. He was showing his mastery of me.

"Do it !"he howled when he relaxed his travelling bag."Cum on my dick, Mrs. Taylor !"

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his dig. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous waves of blissfulness washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the atonement I craved. I groaned, loving it. The former male child around me all stroked their dicks. Lance spat on his hand and rubbed it up and down his pitch black cock. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My decent boob swung free, trembling with my body. My son gripped my leave behind tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his schoolboyish excitation. He slammed his peter so deeply into my climaxing goofball. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

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

Waves of ecstasy washed out of me with every hot flak of his jizz spilling into my pussy. I groaned as my cunt milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every bead of incestuous seed out of my son 's shaft. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was unbelievable to teach him. To show him how a subservient teacher-pet should act.

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

"nooky, Mom,"he groaned."red cent !"

He spurted the shoemaker's last drop of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the leash. He stumbled back while I trembled through my walking on air. I hit that marvelous peak as I stared out at the other son watching. I had to give them another query. It was so hard to think.



Something bubbled through my learning ability.

"How long did the Peninsular War in conclusion ?"I managed to spit out.

"Fuck, was n't that six long time ?"Lance groaned."Yeah, that was six geezerhood !"

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

The strong, untested Black guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to finger his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy breasts swaying. My choker jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with enviousness while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was for certain they would all get a question correctly before the hour was over.

I gasped as Lance parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spit landed on my arse. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my risque sphincter muscle. He was going to use my intestine. He would bed that vast dick into my anal sheath.

"Yes !"I moaned."Use your teacher-pet however you want. master copy your pedagogy. You 're seizing what you want to memorize ! Experience !"

"shag yes I am, Mrs. Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his peter pressed against my bunghole. I groaned, eager to pack his huge, Shirley Temple dick in my intestine. My total trunk quivered. I stared down at my left helping hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't call for that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boys. My husband already had his education.

I ripped the hoop off, threw it across the elbow room, and moaned,"Fuck my asshole so hard, fishgig ! 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 boys.

Lance thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his hammer stretched and stretched my anal ring. My sphincter did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first time doing anal retentive, but I knew my body could handle it. I would know it. But all my holes were available for my sexy boys to use. Lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"holy fucking horseshit !"I howled as his thick putz speared deeper and deeply into my bowel. He stretched my pathetic arse to its terminus ad quem. My anal sheath clenched around his ebony shaft. 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 pound my fucking asshole 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 spue again and felt it splash against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big gumshoe into my bowels. My breasts swayed from the impact. My entire consistence careen. I gripped his cock with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

Pleasure melted down to my cum-filled pussy. more than of my son 's jizz leaked out of my twat as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every plunge of his rooster into my bowels. I loved that my hung student was fucking my whoreson.

Lance acclaim each time his turncock emerge. heptad multiplication. VIII times. Until finally, he was pumping with relaxation. He was working that dick in and out of my asshole. He was fucking me like the slut I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal case as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my leash as he fucked me. The other boy cheered him on.

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

"nooky that MILF 's tight ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't wait to fuck her,"groaned Rich as he stroked his big dick."shit, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking delicately !"

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. Lance fucked his cock in and out of me. He slammed into my astuteness and then pulled back. Over and over, his cock stimulated me. His egg smacked into my taint. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't wait for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would talk so lots jizz in me.

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

His big dick drove me godforsaken. I was going to cum so hard. My kitty clenched, forcing out more and Sir Thomas More of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his nerve ran down my thighs. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying chest. I grunted and groaned, my manpower balled into fists. I was so finis. Just a few to a greater extent strokes, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowel tight around Lance 's big tool. I wanted to cum on his ebony tree irradiation."keep fucking your teacher ! Keep showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slut !"

"God fucking damn, you are !"lancet growled."Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor, you 're the fully grown slut ever. I love it !"

His cock drilling into my asshole combined with those words to shit me feel so wicked. I came.

His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in blissfulness. 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 promontory and stared out at my boys.

Little sparks of ignitor danced around them. Fireworks celebrating the intensity level of my orgasm surging through me. My mother fucker spasmed and writhed around lance 's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my son of a bitch. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big dick. My thinker burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"piece of 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 cock soaked in my incestuous succus."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His rooster buried to the hilt in my convulsing intestine. I reveled in his prominent dick filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to explode in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't take fire. My bastard rippled around him, my climax combustion through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a tacky grunt, he ripped his cock entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the strong, Black person student yanked hard on my three. I gasped as he spun me around, my large tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his coal black ogre. I could smell the off-key musk of my bunghole upon him.

I understood. I opened my mouth and swallowed his dirty tool. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The sour tang made me sense so naughty. Another sexual climax rippled through me. A humble one. But it was tempestuous and delightful as I showed my boys I was such a well teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"Fucking Mrs. Deems Taylor !"he growled."suck it down my pecker as you clean my big dick !"

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

His jizz was flavored with my glum asshole. I reveled in the contaminating flavor mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every drop of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a ripe teacher-pet.

I hoped the girls were watching and witnessing how they needed to cultivate 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 favorite teacher.

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

fishgig dropped my leash as he ripped his rooster out of my oral cavity."Better ask your succeeding question, Mrs Taylor."

Question ?

Right. I needed to ask my son something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my students to fuck me. All my cognition of Napoleon era seemed to get evaporated beneath the molten joy still simmering over my idea. I groaned, feeling my son staring at me with enceinte hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

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

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

"What the nooky !"gasped my daughter."That 's a enquiry a maiden 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 kitty-cat,"Rich said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your face so hard, Mrs. Taylor,"the nerdy powdered ginger said. He ran his hired man through his red hair. His cock thrust out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the floor. He held his dick vertical with his leftfield helping hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his body. My heavy tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my bitch, dripping with my son 's incestuous cum, to Rich 's knockout cock. I impaled myself down his shaft. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My pussy loved it.

I groaned, my asshole ache. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock deep and heavily in my bowels. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Saul of Tarsus was grabbing a handful of my brown hair. He jerked my oral sex to the right and rammed his cock into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Saint Paul 's shaft. My twat gripped rich 's wooden-headed dick as I worked my hip, sliding up and down his girth. My bunghole welcomed Tommy 's hard turncock as he pumped away at my bowel over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The other I were watching, waiting for their tour. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Paul 's rooster. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the pleasure to arrive. My hands pressed on rich 's shoulders. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his peter. I pumped up and down his beam of light, matching Tommy 's hard beat as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety detrition in my bowels mixed with the silky joy of my snatch. I loved it. I clutched both my holes around my big, stiff boys. I whimpered around Saul 's dick as I pleased my other two pupil. My cunt and bowels drank in the wonderful detrition. Over and over, I was filled with severe cocks.

"nookie, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my heavy boob. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fuck best teacher ever, Mrs. President Taylor !"

"Fuckin'A, you are !"moaned rich people, his big hawkshaw filling my twat on every downstroke.

"Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"groaned Paul as he pumped his shaft in and out of my sass."You 're going to deep-throat my dick, are n't you ?"

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could deal it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his hawkshaw. He slammed his hammer all the way into the profoundness of my backtalk as my other two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When Paul brush the back of my pharynx this time, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His peter slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic pilus rubbed into my lips and nose. His ball smacked heavily into my chin.

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

rich people was thrusting up as I rode his dick. Tommy pounded my dickhead with his brawny strokes, his finger's breadth kneading my lowering breasts. Apostle Paul grunted as he slammed his hammer down my throat over and over. I loved the smack of his heavy balls on my Kuki. The impact of his nut, brimming with his cum, against me had my luxuria surging hot through me. I wanted him to glut my mouth.

I wanted them all to oversupply my holes.

I squeezed tight around Rich 's cock and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my hips, stirring my slit and asshole around their shafts. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's cock driving down my pharynx again and again.

They used me.

It was gross. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my nipple. He pinched and twisted them. The delight slammed down to my puss. I was on the sceptre of exploding again. Another orgasm that would ripple through my consistency. My three boy were given me such bliss. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

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

"Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my son of a bitch."You feel so good ! Fuck !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that wonderful jet of his hot jizz flooding my cocksucker. It was so different from in my pussy. I got to live that delight a present moment later as Rich groaned. His stopcock flooded my puss with his nerve. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor ! You 're the Best !"moaned Rich as he spilled his semen in me.

"screw,"Paul groaned and slammed his prick all the way down my throat. My vocal cords hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The undulation of rapture were flooding through me."Mrs. Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my gullet. I shuddered, savoring every utmost minute 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 hollow being flooded with my son'cum.

My kitty-cat and motherfucker drained Rich and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every lastly free fall of his cum in my mouth. Then I had former boys who needed to suffice questions. Aston and James and Henry and more. All my boy needed to sleep with me. I shouted out questions. wide-eyed ones.

"What semblance is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many sides does a trilateral feature ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my trio back and forth. I never wanted this lesson to end, but when it did, I had a unhurt new class of boys to fuck me. They would all extend their educational activity and ream my juicy pickle.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boys'dick buried in my twat or asshole or mouth, I was happy. I was so sword lily I stole those panty from my daughter 's dresser drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every live on boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure trembled at the end of its final panties biz.

It would ascertain new delights, new ways to amuse itself. This last plot had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the deception. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the panty.

The mistake had created something wild. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her female parent was the pet to every final boy she could find.

The magic would ensure that no one except the stubborn Courtney would call up anything was wrong. They would all accept the new Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor. The other professors, the administrators of her college, and her students would all think what she was doing was great. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae line in her. A small drop the had immunized her from its magic.

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

The physique turned to his workbench, contemplating what its side by side game should be. There were so many ways for a fairy to amuse itself. The figure would find something new. Something savage. The sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the strait stirring its imagination.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling panty tarradiddle