Mind-Control panty

Story Three : Sexy Little pleasure

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

The flesh entered the outlet store. It was one whole tone above a thrift computer storage, not the sort of plaza that panties in the elan that the figure made were sold. No risque joy to titillate a young woman 's wanton desires. No voguish clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the physique knew these twosome panties was needed here.

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

Sexy Delight.

The figure of speech kept walk, knowing that limited girl, Calluna vulgaris Miller, would be along in moments.

Heather was a marvelous young woman, 18, wearing a baggy, grayness dress to hide the fullness of her figure. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would slobber over. The case of advanced delight that would decorate their wet ambition and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to show off her name. Not with her female parent, Honor Miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the blandest, most unflattering dress possible.

Her daughter would quell pure.

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

When Calluna vulgaris saw the couple of scanty casually draped over a mailboat of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrible misunderstanding. Those panties did not belong here. She had popped into the store to run a quick errand. Normally, she would never shop for clothing without her mother 's being present. She only passed this particular kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the step-in merely to deliver them to the right computer storage proletarian. As she gripped it, she noticed the words printed on them, Sexy delectation. The sight stirred a unknown, wistful hungriness through her soul.

The braid of long, black hair swung down her cover as she stared at those glittering letter of the alphabet. Would anyone ever think I was sexy ? she thought.

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

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

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new tater peeler to interchange the one that had broken finally dark and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried rest home, her purse tone additional heavy despite how short the couplet of step-in weighed.

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< strong > heather Glenn Miller < /strong >

Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred sentence since the previous evening. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but I had n't even pay off out of my gown. I wanted to put these exciting panty on. They were so dissimilar than anything I 've ever worn. So bright and colorful. They were for a pretty lady friend. A painted cocotte. Not for a Plain Jane like me.

There was a wet heat between my thigh. It was something I rarely paid tending to. Sometimes, I felt that shameful warmness when in the shower and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly handsome boy at her college. The type of boys my mother always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

"You do n't want to ever tie a boy,"mother often told me."He 'll leave you. Just like your male parent did. They want particoloured harlots, not a Plain Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your father still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever pass on me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightdress. I could hear mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large breasts swayed before me as I pulled down the yoke of light-blue step-in I wore to bed, the shade of red periwinkle so faded it practically was tweed. I worked the cotton off my thigh and glanced at the garish 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 wrong with that ?

It was n't like any the male child would acknowledge me. They would never bang I had them on beneath my long bird. That I was wearing something with those naughty give-and-take on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two tidings increase that warmth between my thighs. I glanced down at my black George H.W. Bush, gasping at the plenty of moisture beading on my pubic hair's-breadth. My cheeks burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red step-in and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my wooden leg, the strange, electrical prickling racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and building inside of me.

What was haywire with me ?

I whimpered, my with child breasts swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The cloth clung to my thighs then my keister. I had to work the stretchy fabric up and over my plump posterior. I shuddered, my hired hand adjusting the elastic waistband about my coxa. They rode lower than they should. They fit so loaded. Where they too humble for me ?

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

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

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A retentive, night doll and a gray-headed blouse that button all the way up to my neck, the sleeves going all the way to my wrist. It was unloosen to hide my breast. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to constrain such unwieldy, boastfully booby like mine. I slipped the band around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my bosom were flattened, pressed against me so the boys would n't realize just how buxom I was.

"Even a field Jane will have the boys sniffing around her if they realize she has big breasts,"mother would say."Just like that lady of pleasure cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the gray blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid motion. It fit escaped on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my cervix then smoothed the leash. The can fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, opprobrious skirt. I stepped into it as my mother called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the buns of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my left position and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as firm as I could.

"Heather Miller,"Mother cried for a third gear time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, female parent !"I called back.

I rushed to the threshold, my black hair's-breadth swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so nervous 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 sentence to read braided this morning.

Those naughty step-in gripped my backside as I headed down the stair. The fabric seemed to dislocate between my butt-cheeks, molding to my human body. It felt so wrong. So naughty. That heating system between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My female parent peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, blanch dress decorated with paisley prime. It was as buttoned-down as mine, the arrest snug about her neck, the sleeves descending to her carpus, 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, disaffected panty I had on. Her work force slid from my shoulders down to my cubitus, smoothing the fabric into my skin. She gripped me there, eyes flicking up and down my body. She frowned.

The chill rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

"Well, I 'm trusted whatever it is, I 'll figure it out,"she said.

My stomach roiled. How could she cognise ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the affectionateness glowing in my face ?

"well, derive on, your breakfast is getting cold."

"Yes, mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a diminished breakfast nook lay. There were two bowls of cream straw, knit and unsalted. It was n't that stuff made from insistent. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the Theodore Harold White porridge, hoping it would assist finalise my stomach. Mother stared at me the entire time across the board, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the thick kernel, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in view. My naughty sex clenched. My breasts felt so tight in my bra. Constricted.

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

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

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

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stunned surprise.

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

"Oh, it 's OK, mother,"I said."I do n't desire to be one of those painted harlots."

Mother pursed her backtalk. Her hands were on my articulatio humeri, rubbing me. All the passion of her finger's breadth bled through the fabric. I swallowed as she kept touching my arms. It was so ... strange. Then her script moved to the front man of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a instant button.

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

I nodded, my struggle feeling so debunk. I mean, the overt blouse only showed off my collarbone. The reverend 's wife showed off this lots skin. I should n't feel at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoes scuffling along as I dragged my fundament. My mentation whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvy 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 nerve warm. I hated reminding her of that chesty working girl who stole pappa from our biography. Her centre 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 certainty that she knew about my wicked panty and was trying to soak up the accuracy out of me. It was like undoing the top few push button of my blouse was some sort of strange torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would concede my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boy hanging out front, including Chris. My impertinence warmed more at the visual sense of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his hair dark and short-circuit. I tried not to think those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his face would look in my mind. It made me want to partake myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not right,"mother said. She reached out and did two more push button. I gasped, as she opened my blouse wide, revealing more of my skin. I could see the top slopes of my breasts. If she undid another clitoris, mass would see my bra.

My cheeks went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

"You need to relax,"Mother said."You 're such a delectation. Why, I bet the boy will love you."

My eyes were so encompassing at that. Boys ?"Are you okay, female parent ?"

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling great. Just staring at you is making me feel all warm. 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 side. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my book bag on my lap, not for sure what to do. My mother opened the door and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big knocker. Then he would come out to lust after a knit Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my yearn wench rustling. I was so cognizant of my discover cleavage. I felt my breasts jiggling like they were fighting to escape my bra. I wanted to melt 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 eyes widened."Mother ?"

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

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

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my segmentation. I tried to take shallow breath, not to let my heart swell, but I suddenly felt so dyspnoeic. I was gulping in the air, my pectus swelling as my mother 's hand smooth across my rump again.

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

"fountainhead ..."Chris scratched the dorsum of his headland."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You venture ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my electrical shock, she undid another push button. My impudence burned. Chris, and the other male child, could see the cream colouring of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. mother open air my blouse further, her manpower brushing across my breast. My nipples were operose. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. implike prickling raced through me.

"Now what you think ?"mother 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 niggling jiggled. The boys were all staring at me like wolves. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheeks were so warm. I wanted to swoon. Mom 's thumbs brushed my nipples again, my twat growing wet. I could feel it. These naughty succus were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked panties I wore.

"Now, heather, have a pin-up day,"Mother said."Do n't worry, I 'll do something about your dress. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to have sex about the scanty. She kept saying that word : delight. I could feel those letters burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her doll swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my exposed breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To misuse myself like a wicked girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The boys parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their eyes running up and down my anatomy. They knew I was chesty. That my tit were bountiful. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the strange exhilaration shooting through me.

son liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering warmth shot through me as I entered my college, other educatee noticing me. young lady gasped in jounce while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My braiding of hair swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my whole tone. My mother 's speck burned across my hide. The step-in were so tight, cupping my croupe, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

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

"Mother thought I should ... show off my delicious knocker,"I moaned, my face burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't facilitate but hurtle my tits out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the Guy looking at me. Hungering for me.

Vivian fell in beside me, her eye panoptic."Your mother did that ?"

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

"Ugh, you never were a Plain Jane, Heather. You 're cunning. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would toss off to suffer tits as big as yours."She looked around."All the former girls are staring at you. They 're seeing how busty you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My supporter nodded."This is just wild. Your mom 's gone looney ?"

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

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why girls want to show off their soma and attract son'attention. Now I was starting to understand it. It made me palpate so naughty. So wicked 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 instructor, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the view of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back consecutive like always, wishing my bra did n't squeeze my breasts so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. Mother wanted me to do this, then it had to be sanction. I always listen to my mother.

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

I could n't help the girlish giggle that burst from my sass. I had never made such a auditory sensation before in my aliveness, but it made him grinned larger. I was feeling so puckish. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his moral. 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 assist the smile on my lips. I could n't avail taking delight in it. This was perfect. I wish I had done this before. My cunt was so juicy and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my lesson when the door opened and my female parent 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 baggy dress. Do n't worry, your mother will make you into a sexy delight."

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

"It 's okay,"she said, a broad smile on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."Mother is going to make 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 macrocosm had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This rattling heat rushed through me as Mother attacked the final exam push 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 jade makeup ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new panties cause her to realize the truth ?

She clicked her tongue as she opened my blouse, shaking her read/write head in disgust."This bra is not going to work. I 'm sorry, but I 've been buying you bras two sizing too small. I was just trying to domesticate these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, mother reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I groaned as the pressure was taken off my chest. They spilled out, expectant and pillowy cushy, hanging with their heavy weight. Both my nipple were hard, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide ring of color. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the view of them.

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

Mr. Beauregard stared at me with this looking no instructor should have for his student.

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

My mother squeezed my boob."I know,"Mother said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these exuberant breasts. Mmm, is n't my girl such a sexy joy ?"

"Hell yes !"groaned Chris.

female parent beamed as she gave my breasts the last power play, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my trunk, caressing my skin, sending waves of heat washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a naughty Good Book to use for my pussy ; it made me finger so puckish thinking it—clenched. I had this deep ache inside of me. I needed something to permeate my virgin depths. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bump of his cock.

I excited him.

female parent 's mitt reached my dame. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastener. She found it while my body trembled. My bombastic, exposed chest swaying. Every boy watched them, their optic tracking the slightest move of my bountiful tits.

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

SMACK !

I gasped as her hand spanked my panty-clad hindquarters. Her handwriting lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my flesh, her fingers digging into my crack.

"Sexy pleasure,"female parent read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear out stuff like this years ago. I 'm so pitiful, Heather. I 'm going to be a good mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my hips and turned me, letting all the boys see those naughty panties clinging to my ass. Her hand pushed down on the middle of my back, bending me over halfway. My breasts swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his voice so throaty. female parent 's handwriting kept caressing over my croup, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my purulent aching. I grew so wet.

savor !

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

"Mmm, yes, you are a sexy delectation, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new clothes. Obviously, you have the perfective tense pair of panties for this skirt !"

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

mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide the waistcloth of the skirt, ready for me to step into it. My heavy tits jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. First, my right leg and then my left field leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my silklike calves, brushing my satiny thighs.

I groaned as her touch climbed in high spirits and higher. I knew I should n't enjoy my female parent touching me, but it just felt so naughty 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 buns. The waistband hugged low on my hip, the annulus barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would flash my naughty panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of girl I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a wicked whimper that had my boastfully breasts swaying and brushing together.

My nipples throbbed. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to partake my pussy, but I was surrounded by my schoolmate. No masturbating right now. I would have to wait until I got home to enjoy myself for the number 1 time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"mother purred."I did n't quite have sex what your bust size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't cogitate your classmates will beware. right field, 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 slam down to my naughty pussy. I groaned as my panty felt so sloshed. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my pussycat ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as little cloth as the skirt. There were no arm. It looked like a thermionic tube of bright-red material, the same hue as my panty. How could that cover anything ?

"sleeve up in the air,"Mother 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 girl is a busty, sexy delight."

Mom pulled the electron tube top down my arms and worked it down my read/write head. There was a flash of red that filled my visual sensation, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my gravid chest. I gasped as my hard pap drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the framework, making sure that fit my large breast perfectly.

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

I gasped as she gave me a kiss on the brim. It was nimble, almost motherly, but it sent this barbaric rush through me. All the boys exploded into applause. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a coterie of emulator. I shuddered as the sounds rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, ling,"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 concern matter to show you."

"Thanks, mother,"I said, my pussy tingling. Gosh, I really, really want to play with myself. My finger itched should just slide beneath my shortstop, short skirt.

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

"By, Mrs. Miller,"croaked Chris.

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

I was a aphrodisiac delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so foiled. So eager to do affair. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from year to class like a hungry ring of dogs. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could sense them pacing outdoors, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the jumper lead, salivating. He was always licking his sass, his cock hard.

My virgin pussycat ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my body in my new vesture. When I had to bend over, I could feel my skirt sliding higher and eminent, revealing the bottom side my rump, then more and Thomas More of my circle butt-cheeks cupped by the juicy panty. I knew some of the glittering letters were peeking out, bright-blue eccentric printed on red fabric.

My breasts would rock at the flimsy effort. The stretchy tube top molded to them, highlighting my mamilla. My areola. The fabric was so thin you could see everything. I was so wet. My pantie gave a valorous elbow grease to soak up my cream, but I started feeling the juicy succus trickling down my thighs. My skirt was so short, the guys had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't give birth to buy my lunch today. All the guy wire were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the aphrodisiacal girl in the earth. I had never been happier. I hummed in delight, my articulatio humeri swaying, making my titties bouncing for the son'enjoyment. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When lunch ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this edacious smiling on his backtalk."Would you like to fall over to my theatre ? You know, hang out. Listen to some euphony. Just relax."

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

"I would like to,"I groaned, my kitty-cat clenching.

He grinned at me, and then the racy boy gave my ass a squeeze play. He felt my rump, making me shudder.

I was giddy all through my live on few classes. Chris wanted to make love to me. He wanted to savor my aphrodisiacal body while all alone at his house. I could n't look to separate Mother. I was so breathtaking, I thought I would clear out. Sometimes, I would just get hold of my desk, my entire body shaking, all the boy tracking the tilt of my vast tits.

Finally, course of instruction were over. Chris was set to take me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I emerged from my biology stratum, marking his territory. A racy shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confound. I did n't deal. I was going menage with Chris.

My poor, virgin pussycat would finally get the expiation 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 Charles Francis Hall, my breasts bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the former guy scowled.

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

My female parent was waiting for me external. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather doll and meet corset she wore, the darkness garment lifting her own surprisingly large breasts into lush hummock. 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 dame was so abruptly that barely covered anything."You 're favorable I let you look at her, boy. But do n't you even think you get to enjoy her. She is mine !"

Mother seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant cleavage. She stared into my middle as her relieve manus cupped my brass. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was dissimilar from the earlier one. There was no misinterpretation this for a maternally kiss.

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my pussy, my panties tingling around my pussy and behind. I whimpered into her oral cavity, shuddering while the watching boys flare-up into the whoops and hollering. This was so nonplus. I could n't consider this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her girdle, my nipples throbbing and aching.

mother broke the buss, her eye wild."I 've been thinking about you all day !"she groaned."How sexy you are. How delicious you look in those clothes. Your breast. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your pussy. Oh, god have I been thinking about your twat. You want to see how wet you made your mother ?"

"Mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So powerful. In dominance. She 'd dominated me my intact living. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her girdle. Her skirt swayed before me. I could smell that revolting olfactory property of leather. There was another scent beneath it. Spicy. That Saame musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

"airlift my bird and see what you 've done to me,"Mother moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new clothes, imagining using all your new miniature, 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 female parent !"

I lifted the front of mother 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, brownish bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her purulent brim were slurred, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her succus, that spicy olfactory property filling my nose. 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 pussy !"a guy howled.

"Just devour her, you sexy slut !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's snatch !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dike all my spirit. I tried to fight it. I tried to sham I was n't. When your Father of the Church ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to eat up my face between those succulent titty. I wanted to be the one to wassail in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty delectation. Now get that font buried in my snatch and shit me cum. You have to love me for all the wearing apparel I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my boldness into her kitty. I licked and lapped and caressed her congregation. Her spicy juice coated my spit. slit was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My handwriting grabbed her hips as I stroked my clapper through those thick rim. Her cream coated my chin. My cheeks. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My tongue lapped at her pussy, stroking her congregation 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 gasp and moan. I made her find amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my aphrodisiac delight,"mother moaned."romp with my clit. Oh, yes, play with that little bud."

"God, broom, you 're just a loose woman for your mother 's cunt !"Chris howled.

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

How could she do that ? Mother did n't have a cock.

I did n't screw. I did n't care. I just pressed my sass into her thickset purulent lips. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my knife into her depths, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More of her spicy cream poured into my oral fissure. The savour ignited my taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her branch, gripping her as this loathsome sensation rippled through me.

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

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

Would mother make me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so awful. Like the corking thing in the world. I wanted to give her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy lips. I sucked on her clit. I made her gasp and moan, her large breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to make her explode.

I sucked on female parent 's clitoris. She gasped and squealed out in pleasure. She whimpered. Her beautiful sounds echoed through the air. Her juice gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my lips and ran down my Kuki and cheeks. I tried to lick them up, but there was so much spicy cream.

"Oh, yes, my sexy, pussy-licking delectation !"female parent howled."I 'm cumming !"

Mother sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so marvellous. I could n't wait for my bit to experience it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy slit, gathering up all the incestuous cream that spilled out of her. My trunk trembled from the charge of this naughty, wanton act.

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

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

"yellowish brown that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty words, my eubstance trembling as I kept licking. Mother shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a step back, pulling her pussy from my face. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my pipe top. I licked my mouth, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"Mother said, wrenching open the passenger door.

She reached into a bag, the outside sleek Thomas Gray with a pair of total darkness sass on the front. She wrenched out the bright, pink objective. 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 pussycat clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a fluid lump. Mother whirled around, her right titty popping out of her corset, her nipple drab red.

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

Her own way of popping my cherry.

"Oh, you 're getting that snatch broken in, ling !"a guy yelled.

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

"If you had, I 'd throw to worst your ass for touching my sexy delight,"Mother said."Now you, bend over the hood of the car, dropped his panties, and machinate for female parent to bang you.

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned, so tidal bore to obey.

My tits heaved as I hopped to my feet. My suddenly skirt flared, flashing my scarlet scanty and those naughty Word of God at the boys. I darted for the car, my big breast heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my boobies into the hood. My nipple throbbed at the tangency, drinking in the wonderful flavour of the locomotive 's warmth bleeding through the alloy. My hired man flicked up my skirt, my hips wiggling as I felt all those oculus on me, especially Mother's.

My thumbs hooked the cincture of my panties. I thrust them off my rump, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my bush soaked by my excitement.

My female parent clicked her tongue in exasperation."All that hair has to go,"she said."When we get plate, I 'll instruct 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 tree,"mother moaned."You 'll be my small, sexy delectation. My slut-daughter whore. You 're everything I want, wo n't you ?"

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

"I 'll give birth that tattoo on your lower back. A swinger stamp that will let everyone be intimate that your mommy 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot flesh. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clitoris before pressing on my virginal membrane. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so ready for Mother 's juke peter to ram into me to make up me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd return me such joy. She 'd suffer me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy back talk, savoring the flavor of her twat as all the boys cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT cerise !"

"POP THAT cherry red !"

mother thrust.

I gasped as my cerise popped. I felt my hymen tear, a sharp flash of nuisance that was swallowed by a tidal wave of ecstasy. The dildo slammed into my profoundness, the segmented dead body caressing my silky pulp. I groaned, my spoil cunny squeezing down on her duncical toy. Her crotch smacked into my rear end, my body shuddering atop the cap of the car. My nipple throbbed against the metal.

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

My grimace scrunched up with blissfulness. Stars burst across my optic. I gasped and groaned, my hips wiggling, stirring my cunt around her thrusting toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my articulatio humeri, watching her right breast bouncing, the left wanting to break free of her corset. Her brass twisted with such while pleasure as she pounded my ruin pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old twat intemperately and fast.

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

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

"You 're gon na wear physical composition and look like a multi-colored harlot. My painted working girl. I 'll buy you a tit heart. 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 do it me, Mother !"

I was delirious. Feverish. Her every driving force brought me closer and closer to that wonderful explosion. My first gear coming. I was so excited for it. She slammed the midst dildo so deep in me, the section caressing my slick frame. She churned my cunt up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

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

"Oh, my short fornicatress 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"Mother hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my hairsbreadth and yanked my head up. My breasts bound before me as I gasped. My cunt clenched around the segmental dildo.

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

She shoved my tube top up, my heavy boob spilling into her squeezing adhesive friction. Her fingernails bit into my go forth tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in thrill of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How hard I could cum.

"Let me get word you scream out in rapture, my lilliputian slut-daughter."

"Yes !"I howled and orgasmed for the first-class honours degree time.

It was amazing.

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

Wave of ecstasy slammed through my body. They drowned my thinker. I came so punishing, spots of light burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my arduous titmouse heaving, my give titty clutched in ma 's nasty grip. Her right wing hand gripped my fuzz, keeping my foreland pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the stallion college to hear.

"You 're such a slovenly woman, Heather !"

"A butch slut for your Mother !"

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

"Yes, I did !"female parent howled and buried her dildo deep into my climaxing cunt.

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

The panty bunched around my knees proved exactly what I was. I was so sword lily I found them. Whoever accidentally left these kinky pantie behind had changed everything for me.

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

I was going to enjoy the residue of my submissive life.

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The physical body smiled, gladiola that the panties were appreciated. The design was eager for the next pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colouration all blending together in a whirl of psychedelic passion. A individual Book, each letter of the alphabet printed in unlike, garish color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

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

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