Mind-Control pantie

Story Three : Sexy Little Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

The bod entered the wall socket fund. It was one tone above a parsimony depot, not the sort of place that panties in the expressive style that the figure made were sold. No naughty pleasure to titillate a Danton True Young woman 's wanton desires. No trendy clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these pair scanty was needed here.

The trope was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, average. On a shelf that sold parcel of plain, boring pantie, so alike to the eccentric worn by the finish missy the design had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red step-in with those bold, blue letters surrounded by a shimmering flatware delimitation.

Sexy Delight.

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

Heather was a grandiloquent girlfriend, eighteen, wearing a baggy, gray dress to hide the comprehensiveness of her chassis. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would salivate over. The type of ripe delight that would decorate their wet dream and fuel their masturbatory phantasy.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to shew off her figure. Not with her mother, Honor Miller, ensuring that her girl wore the blandest, most unflattering clothes possible.

Her daughter would stay pure.

Calluna vulgaris did n't bear in mind. She was a quiet girl who obeyed her female parent. Shy. She was n't like one of those flashy girl."All started out,"her mother would like to say."You 're my beneficial, girl. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When Heather saw the duad of panties casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrible mistake. Those panty did not belong to here. She had popped into the entrepot to run a warm errand. Normally, she would never stag for wearable without her mother 's being present. She only passed this particular stall by happenstance. She snatched up the scanty merely to deliver them to the proper store proletarian. As she gripped it, she noticed the words printed on them, Sexy Delight. The wad stirred a strange, wistful hungriness through her soul.

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

Her mother certainly never believed she would be."I always gave thanks to God that I had a plain Jane for a daughter. None of the boys 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 panties and pressing them to her handbag. She pushed it mystifying, burying it beneath all the accouterments rattling around in her purse. Her cheeks burn with pity, but she rationalized her action by simply reminding herself that these panties clearly were n't the memory board 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato peeler to replace the one that had broken last Night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her purse tactile sensation supernumerary sonorous despite how little the distich of panty weighed.

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< substantial > heather miller < /strong >

Why did I call for these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred times since the previous eve. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting fix for college, but I had n't even sire out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting pantie on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So brilliantly and colorful. They were for a moderately miss. A multi-coloured fancy woman. Not for a field Jane like me.

There was a wet high temperature between my thighs. It was something I rarely paid aid to. Sometimes, I felt that shameful warmth 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.

male child like my father.

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

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could get wind mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My with child boob swayed before me as I pulled down the pair of light-blue pantie I wore to bed, the shadowiness of Madagascar periwinkle so faded it practically was snowy. I worked the cotton off my thighs and glanced at the flash pair. I could n't believe I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could make.

Was there anything really incorrect with that ?

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

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two words increase that warmth between my thighs. I glanced down at my nigrify crotch hair, gasping at the passel of moisture beading on my pubic hair. My impertinence burned. This hot pity rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red panty and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electric chill racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heating system building and edifice inside of me.

What was improper with me ?

I whimpered, my turgid breasts swaying, slapping into each former as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The textile clung to my second joint then my ass. I had to work the stretchy fabric up and over my plump rump. I shuddered, my hands adjusting the pliant waistband about my hips. They rode low-toned than they should. They fit so tight. Where they too pocket-sized for me ?

"Calluna vulgaris, it 's time for breakfast !"Mother shouted from below.

I had no fourth dimension to change."Just a minute !"

I already had my getup for this day laid out. A tenacious, drab bird and a grey blouse that button all the way up to my neck, the sleeves going all the way to my articulatio radiocarpea. It was sluttish to hide my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to tighten up such unwieldy, heavy boobs like mine. I slipped the band around my body and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the boy would n't understand just how busty I was.

"Even a plain Jane will have the boy sniffing around her if they realize she has big breasts,"mother would say."Just like that prostitute cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the hoar blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid motion. It fit light 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 public figure again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the buns of my blouse into it. The dame zipped on my left slope and fit snugly around my waistline. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as fast as I could.

"Heather Henry Miller,"female parent cried for a third time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the door, my black hairsbreadth swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so flighty after taking those panties home, that I forgot to undo it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't stimulate to drop the time to record braided this morning.

Those naughty panties gripped my rump as I headed down the step. The fabric seemed to skid between my butt-cheeks, molding to my figure. It felt so untimely. So naughty. That heat between my thigh swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My female parent peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, pale dress decorated with paisley efflorescence. It was as conservativist as mine, the collar cubbyhole about her neck opening, the sleeve descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"wellspring, there you are,"she said."Let me cause a look at you."

I came close to her, waiting for her review. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious panty I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulders down to my elbow, smoothing the material into my hide. She gripped me there, centre flicking up and down my body. She frowned.

The tingles rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

"well, I 'm sure whatever it is, I 'll figure it out,"she said.

My stomach roiled. How could she know ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the warmth glowing in my cheek ?

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

"Yes, Mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a modest breakfast nook lay. There were two bowls of ointment wheat, plain and untried. It was n't that stuff made from trice. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would help settle my tum. Mother stared at me the intact meter across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoonful stirred through the thick substance, her stare resting on me as she seemed lost in thought. My juicy sex clenched. My breasts felt so taut 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 button of my blouse.

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in knocked out surprise.

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

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

mother pursed her lips. Her hands were on my shoulder, rubbing me. All the lovingness of her finger's breadth bled through the fabric. I swallowed as she kept touching my arms. It was so ... strange. Then her hands moved to the straw man of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

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

I nodded, my skin feeling so uncovered. I mean, the candid blouse only showed off my clavicle. The reverend 's wife showed off this lots skin. I should n't find at all strange about it, but my female parent orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoes scuffling along as I dragged my infantry. My mentation whirled. The universe felt so heels over head today.

I slipped into the passenger arse, buckling up. The seat belt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how ample I was. Mother glanced over me, her lips tightening. My cheeks warm. I hated reminding her of that chesty harlot who stole Daddy from our living. 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 sure thing that she knew about my revolting step-in and was trying to draw the true statement out of me. It was like undoing the top few buttons of my blouse was some variety of strange torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would confess my extraordinary behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few male child hanging out front, including Chris. My impudence warmed more at the sight of him. He was such a well-favoured boy, tall, his hair iniquity and short. I tried not to conceive those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his face would appear in my judgement. It made me desire to tinge myself. To pervert myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not correctly,"Mother said. She reached out and did two more buttons. I gasped, as she opened my blouse spacious, revealing more of my peel. I could see the top slopes of my breasts. If she undid another button, masses would see my bra.

My cheeks went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

"You need to unlax,"mother said."You 're such a delight. Why, I bet the boys will love you."

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

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling great. Just staring at you is making me find all warm. Like how I used to feel 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 door and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big breast. Then he would start to lust after a plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my retentive doll rustling. I was so aware of my exposed segmentation. I felt my breasts jiggling like they were fighting to elude 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 son."Does n't my daughter just expect pretty ?"

My eyes widened."mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweetness delight ?"Mother asked. Her hand swept down my back and over my croup, 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 ignominy. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to guide shallow breaths, not to let my embrace swell, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my chest protrusion as my mother 's hired hand smooth across my tail again.

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

"wellspring ..."Chris scratched the back of his capitulum."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You guess ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another button. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the former boy, could see the pick people of colour 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 hard. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. repellent tingling 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 girl is. And feeling at those delightful breasts."

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a little jiggled. The boys were all staring at me like wolf. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheeks were so fond. I wanted to pass out. Mom 's thumb brushed my mammilla again, my pussy growing wet. I could feel it. These naughty juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked panties I wore.

"Now, broom, have a adorable day,"female parent said."Do n't care, 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 Good Book : delight. I could sense those letters burning across my rump.

female parent whirled away and headed back to the car, her doll swirling. I trembled there, the son staring at my exposed tit, my bra peeking out of my unlaced blouse. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to advert myself. To abuse myself like a unholy girl.

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

Boys liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering warmheartedness shot through me as I entered my college, other students noticing me. Girls gasped in shock while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delicious my breasts were. My tress of hair swept behind me down to my nates. It swayed with my stride. My mother 's touch burned across my skin. The panties were so tight, cupping my behind, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

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

"Mother thought I should ... establish off my delightful breasts,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't aid but thrust my titty out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the cat looking at me. Hungering for me.

Vivian fell in beside me, her eyes full."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 delight. For everyone to know that I 'm not just a Plain Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a Plain Jane, Heather. You 're cute. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would kill to have tits as big as yours."She looked around."All the other little girl are staring at you. They 're seeing how curvy you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My protagonist nodded."This is just wild. Your mom 's gone crazy ?"

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

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why girls want to show off their flesh and attract boys'attention. Now I was starting to realize it. It made me feel so naughty. So prankish and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A sexy delight. A thrill 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 true like always, wishing my bra did n't pressure 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 okay. I always listen to my mother.

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

I could n't help the girlish giggle that volley from my lips. I had never made such a sound before in my biography, 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 lecturing like always. I felt all those son staring at me. They were paying attention to me, not the teacher. I could n't help the grinning on my lips. I could n't facilitate taking joy in it. This was perfect. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so spicy and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my example when the door opened and my mother walked in holding shopping suitcase. Everyone 's read/write head snapped over. The charge card 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 dingy for making you wear that loose-fitting garb. Do n't worry, your mother will realize you into a sexy delight."

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

"It 's O.K.,"she said, a liberal smile on her mouth. 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, angry prickling racing through my pussy.



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

The cosmos had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful heating plant rushed through me as Mother attacked the final examination buttons of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian right field ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my female parent was keeping me plain by dressing me frumpish and not allowing me to wear makeup ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new step-in cause her to earn the the true ?

She clicked her tongue as she opened my blouse, shaking her head in disgust."This bra is not going to work. I 'm sorry, but I 've been buying you bras two size too lowly. I was just trying to tame 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 breasts. They spilled out, large and pillowy balmy, hanging with their hard weight. Both my nipple were gruelling, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide areola. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the wad of them.

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

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

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

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

"Hell yes !"groaned Chris.

female parent beamed as she gave my breasts the net power play, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending wave of heat washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a naughty discussion to use for my pussycat ; it made me finger so wicked thinking it—clenched. I had this deeply aching inside of me. I needed something to imbue my virgin depths. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

female parent 's hands reached my skirt. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastener. She found it while my body trembled. My large, reveal breasts swaying. Every boy watched them, their optic tracking the slightest cause of my bountiful tits.

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

SMACK !

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

"Sexy Delight,"mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you outwear stuff like this years ago. I 'm so bad, Calluna vulgaris. I 'm going to be a well mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my rose hip and turned me, letting all the son see those naughty panty clinging to my ass. Her hired man pushed down on the midriff 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 hand kept smooching over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussycat ache. I grew so wet.

SMACK !

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

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

Her hands darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, blackamoor skirt. It possessed so little framework to it. I gasped at how shortly it was. Would that cover anything ?

female parent smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide the waistband of the chick, set for me to step into it. My large breast jiggled as I did just that, my twist swaying down my back. beginning, my justly leg and then my left hand leg slipped into the bird. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calf, brushing my silklike thighs.

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

female parent pulled the skirt up and over my rump. The waistcloth hugged low on my rose hip, the annulus barely falling down to comprehend my ass. If I bent over, I would twinkle my naughty panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of lady friend I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a wicked whimper that had my big tit swaying and brushing together.

My tit throbbed. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to touch my kitty, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would feature to wait until I got home to relish myself for the first time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"Mother purred."I did n't quite bonk what your bust size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't remember your class fellow will mind. right wing, Chris ?"

"No way, Mrs. Miller,"groaned Chris, his middle 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 heating system shot down to my spicy pussy. I groaned as my panty felt so squiffy. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my pussy ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as little fabric as the wench. There were no sleeves. It looked like a tube of raspberry-red fabric, the same hue as my panties. How could that hatch anything ?

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

Mom pulled the subway top down my arms and worked it down my question. There was a flash of red that filled my vision, and then she was pulling the stretchable stuff over my vauntingly white meat. I gasped as my hard nipples drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making surely that fit my large breasts perfectly.

"There you are,"female parent said, beaming. She clapped her men on my impudence."My sexy delight."

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

"You enjoy your day at college, Heather,"mother said, giving me another grin."I 'm going to be busy shopping and buy you a whole new closet. I 'll pluck you up some matter to things to point you."

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my pussy tingling. Gosh, I really, really want to play with myself. My fingers itched should just slue beneath my brusque, scant skirt.

"Have a good 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 chest bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just expose for everyone to crave over. The cloth gripped my breasts, letting them swing free. They were without support for the first fourth dimension in my life. I could find everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so torment. So eager to do things. I was never alone. The boy followed me around from socio-economic class to grade like a thirsty pack of wiener. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could feel them pacing extraneous, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the jumper cable, 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 clothing. When I had to bow over, I could feel my doll sliding gamey and higher, revealing the bottom gradient my rump, then more and more of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty panties. I knew some of the glittering letters were peeking out, bright-blue characters printed on cherry-red fabric.

My breast would sway at the slightest apparent motion. The stretchable tube-shaped structure top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My ring of color. The fabric was so reduce you could see everything. I was so wet. My step-in gave a valiant effort to inebriate up my cream, but I started feeling the naughty juices trickling down my thighs. My annulus was so short-change, the guys had to see the sticky 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 champion Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the sexiest girl in the world. I had never been well-chosen. I hummed in delight, my shoulders swaying, making my titty bounce for the boys'delectation. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When tiffin ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this ravenous grin on his lips."Would you like to come over to my star sign ? You know, hang out. Listen to some music. Just relax."

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

"I would like to,"I groaned, my pussy clenching.

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

I was giddy all through my finally few classes. Chris wanted to clear love to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy dead body while all alone at his business firm. I could n't wait to order Mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just clutch my desk, my entire body shakiness, all the male child tracking the sway of my Brobdingnagian tits.

Finally, year were over. Chris was set up to claim me. He slid his arm around my shoulder joint as I emerged from my biology class, marking his territory. A juicy shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed baffled. I did n't care. I was going home with Chris.

My short, virgin puss would finally get the gratification 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 manse, my tit bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the early guy scowled.

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

My mother was waiting for me international. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather dame and matching corset she wore, the dark garment lifting her own surprisingly heavy white meat into lush cumulus. She had healed, thigh-high boots and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"female parent asked.

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

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

female parent seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant segmentation. She stared into my eyes as her free hand cupped my human face. Then she kissed me. Right on the sass. But it was different from the earlier one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the estrus of rushing out of my pussy, my pantie tingling around my slit and rump. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching male child burst into the whoops and hollers. This was so bewildering. I could n't think this was happening. female parent was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her corset, my nipples throbbing and aching.

female parent broke the buss, her middle wild."I 've been thinking about you all day !"she groaned."How sexy you are. How delicious you look in those clothes. Your white meat. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your kitty-cat. Oh, god have I been thinking about your kitty-cat. You want to see how wet you made your mother ?"

"Mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knee. So powerful. In ascendancy. She 'd dominated me my entire lifetime. 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 wicked perfume of leather. There was another aroma beneath it. Spicy. That Same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my female parent I was smelling.

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

I lifted the movement of mother 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, browned bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lips were blockheaded, 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, imbibing in her show. I spotted this fiddling bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

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

"Just down her, you sexy slut !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"female parent hissed."I 've been a butch all my life. I tried to fight down it. I tried to pretend I was n't. When your Father of the Church ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to immerse my face between those lush bosom. I wanted to be the one to racket in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty delight. Now get that face buried in my snatch and make me cum. You have to know me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my face into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her flexure. Her spicy juice coated my tongue. cunt was like goose egg I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hired man grabbed her hips as I stroked my tongue through those thick lips. Her cream coated my Kuki. My buttock. She moaned as I feasted on her before the stallion college.

My spit lapped at her pussy, stroking her folds and brushing that little bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her clitoris. I stroked my tongue around it, flicking it, making my mother gasp and moan. I made her feel amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy joy,"female parent moaned."play with my clit. Oh, yes, play with that short bud."

"God, heather, you 're just a slut for your female parent 's puss !"Chris howled.

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

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

I did n't have intercourse. I did n't worry. I just pressed my oral fissure into her blockheaded puss sassing. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my lingua into her profoundness, swirling around inside the very trap that had birthed me. More and to a greater extent of her spicy ointment poured into my oral cavity. The flavor ignited my preference buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this wicked maven rippled through me.

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

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

Would mother cause me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so gravel. Like the groovy thing in the humankind. I wanted to give her that pleasure. I nibbled on her purulent lips. I sucked on her button. I made her gasp and moan, her large breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

"That 's it, slut, eat me out !"moaned female parent."You 're a minuscule dam 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 clit. She gasped and squealed out in delectation. She whimpered. Her beautiful audio echoed through the air. Her juices gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my lips and ran down my chin and buttock. I tried to lick them up, but there was so much spicy cream.

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

female parent sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by raptus. Sounded so wonderful. I could n't waitress for my go to live it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy goof, gathering up all the incestuous cream that spilled out of her. My eubstance trembled from the tingle of this naughty, wanton act.

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

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

"devotee that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their gamey Holy Writ, my body trembling as I kept licking. Mother shuddered, her chest jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a footmark back, pulling her slit from my case. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my subway top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

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

She reached into a bag, the outside aerodynamic Asa Gray with a brace of inglorious back talk on the forepart. She wrenched out the bright, pink target. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a phallus. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the shaft. It had section almost like a cat 's body. My virgin snatch clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The former end was capped by a smooth ball. mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her girdle, her mamilla dingy red.

She thrust the bulbous end of the dildo up between her thigh. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her twat. Her eyes widened as the early end of the dildo push out from beneath her skirt. It was like she had her own prick.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

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

"tinker's dam, Chris, you almost got that joy,"another guy said and laughed.

"If you had, I 'd throw to whip your ass for touching my sexy pleasure,"Mother said."Now you, bend over the hood of the car, dropped his panties, and organise for Mother to roll in the hay you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my groundwork. My short skirt flared, flashing my cherry-red panty and those spicy words at the boy. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent-grass over, pressing my dumbbell into the lens hood. My mamilla throbbed at the liaison, drinking in the wonderful feel of the engine 's warmth hemorrhage through the metal. My hands flicked up my skirt, my hips wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My quarter round hooked the waistband of my panties. I thrust them off my rump, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my George W. Bush soaked by my excitement.

My mother clicked her glossa in aggravation."All that hair has to go,"she said."When we get home, 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 piddling, aphrodisiacal delight. My slut-daughter whore. You 're everything I want, wo n't you ?"

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

"I 'll have that tattoo on your lower back. A tramp legal tender that will let everyone have it away that your mommy 's slutty piffling delight.

I groaned, my slit clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot flesh. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clit before pressing on my virginal membrane. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so quick for Mother 's fake dick to ram into me to make me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd present 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 cunt as all the boys cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT cherry red !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

female parent thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my virginal membrane tear, a shrewd flash of pain in the ass that was swallowed by a tidal waving of rapture. The dildo slammed into my deepness, the segmented body caressing my silky flesh. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her compact toy. Her private parts smacked into my rump, my body shuddering atop the goon of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my pussy clinging to the shaft of light. I felt each one of the segments pop out of my puss, leaving just the tip in me. With a groan, mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, heavyset pecker into my cunt, the pleasure rippling through me.

My face scrunched up with blissfulness. genius burst across my optic. I gasped and groaned, my hips wiggling, stirring my snatch around her jabbing toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me heavily, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my shoulder, watching her right booby bounce, the left wing wanting to infract devoid of her corset. Her look twisted with such while pleasure as she pounded my deflowered slit. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt gruelling and fast.

"What a slutty daughter I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your pap and track you around by a III !"

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

"You 're gon na wear makeup and look like a multi-coloured sporting lady. My painted harlot. I 'll buy you a breast pump. You 'll use it every day until your boobs start lactating. You drank my Milk River, now I want to drink yours !"

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

I was delirious. feverous. Her every stab brought me closer and closer to that grand explosion. My firstly orgasm. I was so shake for it. She slammed the loggerheaded dildo so deep in me, the segments caressing my sleek flesh. She churned my pussy up. I hurtled towards that enraptured moment.

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

"Fuck your daughter until she comes like a working girl !"

"Oh, my niggling adulteress '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 bounce before me as I gasped. My kitty-cat clenched around the metameric dildo.

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

She shoved my metro top up, my sonorous chest spilling into her embrace clench. Her fingernails bit into my left tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in charge of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How backbreaking I could cum.

"Let me hear you scream out in exaltation, my little slut-daughter."

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

It was amazing.

firework detonated inside me as my cunt convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My flesh spasmed and writhed about that awe-inspiring light beam plunging over and over again into my cunt. It was beyond Book. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot foam as the pleasure rushed through my consistency. I whimpered, shuddering.

Waves of rapture slammed through my body. They drowned my brain. I came so firmly, spots of light source volley before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy tit heaving, my left white meat clutched in mommy 's blotto grip. Her right hand gripped my hair, keeping my head pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, heather mixture !"

"A dam fornicatress for your mother !"

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

"Yes, I did !"Mother 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 mother 's aphrodisiacal delight.

The scanty bunched around my genu 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, aphrodisiac delight !"I howled as my orgasm peaked in me.

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

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The figure smiled, glad that the scanty were appreciated. The figure was aegir for the following pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic bacchanal, the colouring material all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic passion. A single Christian Bible, each missive printed in different, garish color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

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

To be continued in the adjacent fib of Mind-Controlling Panties ...