Mind-Control pantie

story Three : Sexy Little joy

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

The figure entered the electric outlet store. It was one step above a thrift store, not the sort of place that panties in the way that the physical body made were sold. No naughty delights to tickle a young woman 's wanton desires. No trendy clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the flesh knew these dyad scanty was needed here.

The number was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold parcel of plain stitch, boring panties, so similar to the type worn by the shoemaker's last girl the figure had changed, a new couple was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red panties with those boldface, aristocratic letter of the alphabet surrounded by a shimmering Ag moulding.

Sexy Delight.

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

Heather was a marvelous miss, eighteen, wearing a baggy, gray dress to obscure the fullness of her build. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. She had the form of eubstance that boys would slaver over. The type of advanced joy that would grace their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory illusion.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to bear witness off her fig. Not with her female parent, honor miller, ensuring that her girl wore the savourless, most uncomplimentary clothes possible.

Her daughter would quell pure.

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

When Heather saw the pair of step-in casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrible mistake. Those pantie did not belong here. She had popped into the store to run a quickly errand. Normally, she would never patronise for clothing without her mother 's being present. She only passed this particular booth by happenstance. She snatched up the panties merely to deliver them to the proper entrepot worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the Bible printed on them, Sexy pleasure. The sight stirred a strange, wistful longing through her soul.

The plait of long, mordant hair swung down her dorsum as she stared at those glittering letter. Would anyone ever think I was sexy ? she thought.

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

ling 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 deep, burying it beneath all the accouterment rattling around in her handbag. Her cheeks burn with shame, but she rationalized her action at law by simply reminding herself that these panties clearly were n't the store 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato peeler to put back the one that had broken hold up night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried nursing home, her handbag feeling surplus heavy despite how minuscule the pair of panties weighed.

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< strong > Heather Miller < /strong >

Why did I exact these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred times since the old evening. I could n't explicate it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but I had n't even drive out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting panty on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So undimmed and colorful. They were for a pretty girl. A multi-coloured harlot. Not for a Plain Jane like me.

There was a wet heat energy between my thigh. It was something I rarely paid attention to. Sometimes, I felt that shameful warmth when in the exhibitioner and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to gaze at a particularly big boy at her college. The eccentric of boys my female parent always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

"You do n't desire to ever marry a boy,"female parent often told me."He 'll leave you. Just like your father did. They want painted 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 night-robe. I could get word mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large breast swayed before me as I pulled down the pair of light-blue panty I wore to bed, the tincture of red periwinkle so faded it practically was White person. I worked the cotton wool off my second joint and glanced at the flash couple. I could n't believe I was going to assume them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could feign.

Was there anything really amiss with that ?

It was n't like any the boy would notice me. They would never know I had them on beneath my long skirt. That I was wearing something with those juicy speech on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just cerebration of those two words increase that warmth between my thighs. I glanced down at my ignominious bush, gasping at the heap of wet beading on my pubic fuzz. My cheeks burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red panties and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electrical tingling racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and construction inside of me.

What was wrong with me ?

I whimpered, my vauntingly chest swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The fabric clung to my thigh then my buttocks. I had to work the stretchy material up and over my plunk down rear. I shuddered, my men adjusting the flexible waistband about my hips. They rode depleted than they should. They fit so cockeyed. Where they too pocket-size for me ?

"broom, it 's fourth dimension for breakfast !"mother shouted from below.

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

I already had my rig for this day laid out. A yearn, dark skirt and a greyish blouse that button all the way up to my neck, the sleeves going all the way to my wrist. It was loose to hide my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to constrain such ungainly, large tit like mine. I slipped the set around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the boys would n't realize just how curvaceous I was.

"Even a plain stitch Jane will have the boys sniffing around her if they realize she has big breasts,"female parent would say."Just like that working girl cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the greyish blouse that I 'd selected, working the clit up with the rapid motion. It fit loose on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the collar. The tails fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, black skirt. I stepped into it as my mother called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the buttocks of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my left slope and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my air sock and pulled them on as fast as I could.

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

"Sorry, female parent !"I called back.

I rushed to the door, my pitch blackness whisker swaying a midst 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 feature to spend the time to translate braided this morning.

Those naughty pantie gripped my rear as I headed down the stairs. The fabric seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so awry. So spicy. That estrus between my thigh swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a yearn, pale dress decorated with paisley heyday. It was as cautious as mine, the collar snug about her cervix, the arm descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"Well, there you are,"she said."Let me make a aspect at you."

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

The tingles rippled through me.

"Is something wrongly, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

"Well, I 'm sure whatever it is, I 'll envision it out,"she said.

My stomach roiled. How could she live ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the affectionateness radiance in my cheeks ?

"well, come up on, your breakfast is getting cold."

"Yes, Mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a small breakfast nook lay. There were two arena of cream wheat berry, plain and untested. It was n't that stuff made from instant. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the whiten porridge, hoping it would avail make up my stomach. Mother stared at me the entire metre across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the thick subject matter, her regard resting on me as she seemed lost in thought. My blue 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 shock, she undid the top release 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 nonindulgent with you. You 're eighteen. A adult female grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

mother pursed her lips. Her hand were on my shoulder, rubbing me. All the fondness of her fingers bled through the textile. I swallowed as she kept touching my arms. It was so ... strange. Then her hands moved to the presence of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a minute button.

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

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

I slipped into the rider prat, buckling up. The seat belt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how ample I was. female parent glanced over me, her lips tightening. My cheek warm. I hated reminding her of that self-important harlot who stole papa from our life. Her eyes flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the clip just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this foregone conclusion that she knew about my wicked panties and was trying to take in the the true out of me. It was like undoing the top few clitoris of my blouse was some variety of strange distortion. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would confess my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My buttock warmed Thomas More at the sight of him. He was such a better-looking boy, tall, his haircloth dark and abruptly. I tried not to think those unwholesome mentation about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his typeface would look in my mind. It made me want to touch myself. To ill-use myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not right,"Mother said. She reached out and did two more than clitoris. I gasped, as she opened my blouse all-embracing, revealing Thomas More of my skin. I could see the top side of my breasts. If she undid another clitoris, people would see my bra.

My face went flaming hot.

"mother ?"I gasped, my representative choking.

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

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

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling capital. Just staring at you is making me feel all warm. Like how I used to sense when I was your age before your forefather 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 sure what to do. My mother opened the room access and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big titty. Then he would commence to thirst after a knit Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my foresighted skirt rustling. I was so aware of my exposed cleavage. I felt my tit 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,"female parent said, taking my hired man and leading me towards Chris and the former two male child."Does n't my girl just expect pretty ?"

My center widened."female parent ?"

"Is n't she just such a mellisonant delight ?"female parent asked. Her hired 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 melt in disgrace. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the boy were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shoal breaths, not to let my embrace swell, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my chest puffiness 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.

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

"You guess ?"mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my daze, she undid another button. My brass burned. Chris, and the other boys, could see the cream color of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. female parent open my blouse further, her hands brushing across my tit. My nipples were unvoiced. I felt her manus rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. wicked shudder 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 trivial joggle. The son were all staring at me like savage. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheeks were so warm up. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumbs brushed my nipples again, my twat growing wet. I could feel it. These naughty juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked panty I wore.

"Now, Heather, have a adorable day,"female parent said."Do n't concern, I 'll do something about your clothes. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to know about the step-in. She kept saying that Holy Writ : delight. I could palpate those letters burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my queer breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to tinge myself. To abuse myself like a sinful girl.

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

son liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flap heat pellet through me as I entered my college, other scholarly person noticing me. Girls gasped in impact while male child leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My braid of haircloth swept behind me down to my buttocks. It swayed with my steps. My female parent 's touch burned across my hide. The panties were so compressed, cupping my rear, my pussy.

I felt so naughty down there. I felt like instead of a slit, I had that filthy password between my second joint. That C word.

Cunt.

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

"Mother thought I should ... show off my delightful breasts,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help but shove my mamilla out before me. I was enjoying the care. All the guys looking at me. Hungering for me.

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

I nodded, heading towards my number one socio-economic class."I know, it 's so strange, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a delight. For everyone to be intimate that I 'm not just a Plain Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a knit Jane, Heather. You 're cunning. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would obliterate to have tits as big as yours."She looked around."All the other girls are staring at you. They 're seeing how voluptuous you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My friend nodded."This is just uncivilized. Your mom 's gone crazy ?"

"I do n't know,"I said, too scared to observe the step-in and the D intelligence printed on them. I drew in a deep breathing spell, my chest uprising and falling. My breasts rising and falling. son groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why miss want to show off their material body and pull in boys'attention. Now I was starting to realize it. It made me sense so naughty. So pixilated and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A sexy delight. A shiver ran through me as I entered my classroom and my teacher, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the sight of me.

I smiled at him.

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

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

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

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his example. I focused on his lecture like always. I felt all those male child staring at me. They were paying attending to me, not the instructor. I could n't help the smile on my lips. I could n't help taking delight in it. This was perfect. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so luscious and fretful, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my lesson when the threshold opened and my mother walked in holding shopping bags. Everyone 's head word snapped over. The charge plate 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 bad for making you wear that baggy frock. Do n't worry, your mother will crap you into a aphrodisiacal delight."

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

"It 's OK,"she said, a extensive grinning on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."Mother is going to take in 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 world had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This terrific estrus rushed through me as female parent attacked the final examination clitoris of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian right hand ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my mother was keeping me plain by dressing me frumpish and not allowing me to fag constitution ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new panties cause her to agnise the verity ?

She clicked her clapper as she opened my blouse, shaking her fountainhead in disgust."This bra is not going to work. I 'm deplorable, but I 've been buying you bras two sizes too minuscule. I was just trying to moderate these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, female parent reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I groaned as the pressure was taken off my knocker. They spilled out, great and pillowy diffuse, hanging with their heavy system of weights. Both my mammilla were hard, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide areolas. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the passel of them.

"darn,"Chris muttered, a big grinning on his face.

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

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

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

"Hell yes !"groaned Chris.

female parent beamed as she gave my breasts the final squeeze, even me tingling. Her script and slid down my body, caressing my skin, sending Wave of warmth washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a risque word to use for my snatch ; it made me finger so arch thought it—clenched. I had this deep aching inside of me. I needed something to penetrate my virgin astuteness. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

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

"I ca n't consider I made you wear this drivel bag,"mother said as she yanked the skirt down my legs."But, ooh, what are you wearing ? You naughty girl."

hell dust !

I gasped as her manus spanked my panty-clad rump. Her hand lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my flesh, her finger's breadth digging into my crack.

"Sexy joy,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear stuff like this old age ago. I 'm so sorry, Calluna vulgaris. I 'm going to be a goodness 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 helping hand pushed down on the midsection of my back, bending me over halfway. My bosom swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his interpreter so throaty. mother 's hand kept hugging over my stern, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my snatch aching. I grew so wet.

savour !

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

"Mmm, yes, you are a aphrodisiac delight, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new dress. Obviously, you have the utter pair of panties for this skirt !"

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

Mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide the waistband of the skirt, make for me to step into it. My large tits jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. starting time, my redress leg and then my left leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calves, brushing my silky second joint.

I groaned as her speck climbed higher and in high spirits. I knew I should n't enjoy my mother touching me, but it just felt so spicy right wing now. All the son were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying breasts with glossy eyes.

mother pulled the dame up and over my tush. The waistcloth hugged low on my hips, the skirt barely falling down to encompass my ass. If I bent over, I would wink my risque pantie and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of lady friend I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a loathsome whimper that had my large boob swaying and brushing together.

My mamilla throbbed. I wanted to affect them. I wanted to touch my pussy, but I was surrounded by my classmate. No masturbating right now. I would have to wait until I got habitation to revel myself for the inaugural time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"Mother purred."I did n't quite know what your bust size of it was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't think your schoolfellow will mind. Right, Chris ?"

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

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

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me shudder. This wicked heat guesswork down to my juicy kitty-cat. I groaned as my panty felt so gazump. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my kitty-cat ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as niggling fabric as the bird. There were no sleeves. It looked like a tube of bright-red fabric, the same hue as my scanty. How could that deal anything ?

"Arms up in the air,"Mother said. She giggled as I did that."All the boys loved how that made your boob jiggled. Ooh, they 're all intemperately for you. My girl is a busty, sexy delight."

Mom pulled the tube top down my weapons system and worked it down my heading. There was a wink of red that filled my sight, and then she was pulling the stretchable textile over my tumid breasts. I gasped as my hard pap drank in the rasping texture of the fabric. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making sure that fit my boastfully breasts perfectly.

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

I gasped as she gave me a buss on the sassing. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this angry hurry through me. All the male child exploded into hand clapping. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a ring of apes. I shuddered as the sounds rippled around me, making me squirm.

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

"Thanks, female parent,"I said, my kitty tingling. Gosh, I really, really want to fiddle with myself. My digit itched should just slide beneath my abruptly, unawares skirt.

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

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

His middle flicked to me, stirring with hungriness as I sat down. My big chest bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just exhibit for everyone to thirst over. The cloth gripped my chest, letting them swing disengage. They were without support for the first clip in my liveliness. I could palpate everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a aphrodisiac delight.

That day passed in a horny stupor. I was so foil. So eagre to do things. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from class to stratum like a hungry camp of andiron. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could feel them pacing outside, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his back talk, his shaft hard.

My Virgo the Virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my torso in my new wearable. When I had to bend over, I could palpate my chick sliding higher and higher, revealing the bottom slope my rump, then more and more of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the risque panties. I knew some of the glittering varsity letter were peeking out, bright-blue persona printed on cherry-red fabric.

My breasts would carry at the svelte movement. The stretchy tube top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My ring of color. The fabric was so cut you could see everything. I was so wet. My panty gave a valiant feat to soak up my cream, but I started feeling the naughty juices trickling down my thigh. My skirt was so short, the guys had to see the viscid gleam.

I did n't have to buy my lunch today. All the guys were so bore to do it. They were all around me, keeping my protagonist Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the aphrodisiacal girl in the humankind. I had never been glad. I hummed in delight, my shoulder joint swaying, making my titties leap for the male child'use. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When lunch ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this wolfish grin on his backtalk."Would you like to come over to my house ? You know, hang out. take heed to some music. Just relax."

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

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

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

I was giddy all through my last few grade. Chris wanted to take dearest to me. He wanted to savor my aphrodisiacal eubstance while all alone at his house. I could n't wait to recite Mother. I was so dyspneal, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just clutch my desk, my entire organic structure shaking, all the boy tracking the sway of my immense tits.

Finally, socio-economic class were over. Chris was quick to claim me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I emerged from my biota category, marking his territorial dominion. A gamey shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange face as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confused. I did n't like. I was going home with Chris.

My poor, virgin pussy 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 residence, my breasts bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with expiation while all the other 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 out of doors. She had a new getup for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather skirt and matching corset she wore, the glowering garment lifting her own surprisingly large breast into lush mounds. She had healed, thigh-high iron heel and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

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

Mother seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant cleavage. She stared into my eyes as her free hired man cupped my look. Then she kissed me. Right on the lip. But it was different from the to begin with one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heating plant of rushing out of my cunt, my pantie tingling around my cunt and tail. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching boys salvo into the whoops and hollers. This was so throw. I could n't trust this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my dope pressing into her corset, my nipple throbbing and aching.

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

"female parent ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my stifle. So mightily. In control. She 'd dominated me my entire life. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. Her skirt swayed before me. I could smell that wicked perfume of leather. There was another fragrance beneath it. Spicy. That same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

"Lift my skirt and see what you 've done to me,"Mother moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new clothes, imagining using all your new toys, just thinking about your sexy delight has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your cheek buried beneath my skirt and see how wet you made your female parent !"

I lifted the front of female parent 's bird. I stared not at a midst, brown bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy brim were thick, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juices, that spicy scent filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her pussy, drinking in her appearance. I spotted this piddling bud peeking out of a case. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

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

"Just devour her, you sexy slattern !"

"God, your mother 's a lousy butch !"

"Eat that dyke-mother 's pussy !"

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

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my fount into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her folds. Her spicy juice coated my glossa. Cunt was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My workforce grabbed her coxa as I stroked my tongue through those thick brim. Her cream coated my chin. My cheek. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My clapper lapped at her pussycat, stroking her folds and brushing that little bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her clit. I stroked my glossa around it, flicking it, making my mother gasp and groan. I made her feel amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy delight,"Mother moaned."Play with my button. Oh, yes, play with that little bud."

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

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

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

I did n't bang. I did n't care. I just pressed my rima oris into her thick pussy brim. My spit flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my glossa into her depths, swirling around inside the very trap that had birthed me. More and more than of her spicy cream poured into my mouth. The flavor ignited my taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this wicked genius rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The cheer rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to make my mother cum. That dirty, nasty word for that thing I was never allowed to consume. The pleasure I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother make me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the greatest thing in the world. I wanted to move over her that pleasure. I nibbled on her twat lips. I sucked on her clit. I made her gasp and moan, her big chest 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 Mother 's clitoris. She gasped and squealed out in delight. She whimpered. Her beautiful phone echoed through the air. Her juices gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my lips and ran down my Kuki-Chin and cheeks. I tried to lap up them up, but there was so much spicy cream.

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

female parent sounded like she was in Heaven. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so fantastic. I could n't wait for my bout to experience it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy twat, gathering up all the incestuous emollient that spilled out of her. My physical structure trembled from the shiver of this naughty, wanton act.

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

"Way to go my Calluna vulgaris ! You 're such a dyke !"

"Buff that fumble !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty Book, my body trembling as I kept licking. female parent shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a whole tone back, pulling her puss from my brass. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my subway system top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"mother said, wrenching open the passenger room access.

She reached into a bag, the outside sleek gray with a span of dark lips on the battlefront. She wrenched out the bright, pink object. 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 consistence. My virgin pussy clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a smooth out ball. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her nipple dark red.

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

Her own way of popping my cherry.

"Oh, you 're getting that puss broken in, Heather !"a guy yelled.

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

"If you had, I 'd get to whip your ass for touching my sexy delectation,"mother said."Now you, twist over the exhaust hood of the car, dropped his panty, and prepare for Mother to love you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my metrical foot. My short skirt flared, flashing my cherry-red panties and those naughty words at the male child. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent-grass over, pressing my boobies into the hood. My nipples throbbed at the physical contact, drink in the wonderful feel of the engine 's warmth haemorrhage through the metal. My hands flicked up my wench, my hip joint wiggling as I felt all those middle on me, especially Mother's.

My ovolo hooked the waistband of my scanty. I thrust them off my rump, groaning as I exposed my juicy cunt, my bush soaked by my excitement.

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

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

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

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

"I 'll make that tattoo on your lower back. A tramp stamp that will let everyone know that your mommy 's slutty minuscule delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

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

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy lips, savoring the flavor of her twat as all the male child cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT cherry red !"

female parent thrust.

I gasped as my cherry red popped. I felt my hymen tear, a sharp fanfare of pain that was swallowed by a tidal waving of exaltation. The dildo slammed into my depths, the segmented body caressing my silky physique. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her crotch smacked into my fanny, my torso shuddering atop the bonnet of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

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

My brass scrunched up with seventh heaven. Stars burst across my eyes. I gasped and groaned, my coxa wiggling, stirring my cunt around her thrusting miniature. She panted and moaned, slamming into me laborious, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a smell over my berm, watching her properly knocker bouncing, the left wanting to break unloose of her corset. Her aspect twisted with such while pleasure as she pounded my impair pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old puss hard and fast.

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

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

"You 're gon na hold out makeup and look like a painted sporting lady. My painted bawd. I 'll buy you a breast ticker. You 'll use it every day until your boobs start lactating. You drank my Milk, now I want to drink yours !"

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

I was excited. Feverish. Her every thrust brought me confining and closer to that wonderful explosion. My first off orgasm. I was so excited for it. She slammed the thick dildo so deep in me, the segments caressing my satiny shape. She churned my pussy up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

"piece of tail your girl until she comes like a whore !"

"Oh, my little jade 's gon na cum tough, are n't you ?"female parent hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my heading up. My boob bounce before me as I gasped. My pussy clenched around the segmented dildo.

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

She shoved my thermionic vacuum tube top up, my heavy breast spilling into her extort hairgrip. Her fingernails bit into my go forth tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in care of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How hard I could cum.

"Let me discover you scream out in raptus, my piddling slut-daughter."

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

It was amazing.

Fireworks detonated inside me as my slit convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My material body spasmed and writhed about that puzzle pecker plunging over and over again into my pussy. 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.

Waves of rapture slammed through my body. They drowned my mind. I came so operose, spots of light burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy tits heaving, my left over breast clutched in mommy 's wet grip. Her justly mitt gripped my hair, keeping my principal pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a trollop, heather !"

"A dyke slut for your mother !"

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

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

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

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

"I 'm my Mother 's slutty, aphrodisiacal joy !"I howled as my sexual climax peaked in me.

I was going to bask the ease of my submissive life.

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The flesh smiled, gladiolus that the panties were appreciated. The anatomy was eager for the next distich to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colors all blending together in a whirl of psychedelic passion. A single word of honor, each letter printed in different, meretricious semblance, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The human body stroked each character, eager to go shopping again.

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