Mind-Control Panties

level ternary : Sexy Little delectation

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

The build entered the wall plug store. It was one stair above a thrift store, not the sort of place that panties in the style 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 fig knew these couple step-in was needed here.

The figure was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, average. On a ledge that sold bundle of plain stitch, boring panty, so exchangeable to the case worn by the last girl the physical body had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red red panties with those sheer, blue letters surrounded by a shimmering silver border.

Sexy Delight.

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

Heather was a improbable girl, eighteen, wearing a baggy, gray dress to hide out the fullness of her figure. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. She had the form of physical structure that boys would drool over. The case of good delight that would grace their wet pipe dream and fire their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Scots heather would ever be allowed to show off her image. Not with her mother, laurels Miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the savourless, most unflattering clothes potential.

Her daughter would stay pure.

heather did n't take care. She was a quietly girlfriend 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 upright, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When Calluna vulgaris saw the pair of step-in casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a atrocious mistake. Those step-in did not belong here. She had popped into the entrepot to run a spry errand. Normally, she would never shop for clothing without her female parent 's being represent. She only passed this especial kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the scanty merely to deliver them to the proper computer memory worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the Good Book printed on them, Sexy joy. The passel stirred a strange, wistful yearning through her soul.

The tress of long, total darkness hairsbreadth swung down her rachis as she stared at those glittering missive. 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 knit stitch Jane for a daughter. 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 legal injury. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the panties and pressing them to her bag. She pushed it deep, burying it beneath all the accouterments rattling around in her pocketbook. Her brass burn mark with shame, but she rationalized her action by simply reminding herself that these panties clearly were n't the entrepot 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato peeler to supersede the one that had broken concluding Nox and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her handbag smell surplus heavy despite how minuscule the duet of panties weighed.

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< strong > ling Miller < /strong >

Why did I film these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred clip since the late eve. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but I had n't even generate out of my nightie. I wanted to put these exciting panty on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So shiny and colorful. They were for a pretty girl. A multicolour harlot. Not for a knit stitch Jane like me.

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

Boys like my father.

"You do n't want to ever marry a boy,"mother often told me."He 'll go forth you. Just like your male parent 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 leave me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could hear mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large bosom swayed before me as I pulled down the dyad of pale blue panties I wore to bed, the subtlety of old maid so faded it practically was white. I worked the cotton fiber off my thighs and glanced at the gaudy duo. I could n't think I was going to wear off 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 boy would notice me. They would never know I had them on beneath my long skirt. That I was wearing something with those gamy words on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two run-in increase that warmness between my thigh. I glanced down at my opprobrious bush, gasping at the sight of wet beading on my pubic fuzz. My cheeks burned. This hot pity rippled through me. I grabbed the ruby-red panties and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electric tingle racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and building inside of me.

What was wrong with me ?

I whimpered, my large breasts swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my branch. The fabric clung to my thighs then my rump. I had to work the stretchy fabric up and over my plump rear. I shuddered, my manus adjusting the elastic waistband about my hips. They rode depressed than they should. They fit so tight. Where they too small for me ?

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

I had no metre to change."Just a arcminute !"

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A long, glum annulus and a grey-haired blouse that button all the way up to my cervix, the arm going all the way to my wrist. It was loose to hide my knocker. I grabbed my bra, the case that was designed to constrain such unwieldy, large booby like mine. I slipped the striation around my body and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my white meat were flattened, pressed against me so the boys would n't realize just how busty I was.

"Even a field Jane will bear the male child sniffing around her if they realize she has big bosom,"female parent would say."Just like that harlot cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the gray blouse that I 'd selected, working the clitoris up with the speedy motion. It fit slack on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the leash. The tails fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, black skirt. I stepped into it as my female parent called my public figure again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The doll zipped on my left hand slope and fit snugly around my waistline. I smoothed the cloth, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as degraded as I could.

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

"Sorry, mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the door, my black hair swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so unquiet after taking those step-in home, that I forgot to undo it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't have to drop the time to read braided this morning.

Those naughty panty gripped my arse as I headed down the stairs. The framework seemed to slew between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so wrong. So naughty. That oestrus between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, blanch dress decorated with paisley flowers. It was as conservative as mine, the taking into custody cubbyhole about her neck opening, the sleeves descending to her radiocarpal joint, 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 review. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious pantie I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulder down to my cubitus, smoothing the fabric into my peel. She gripped me there, eyes flicking up and down my body. She frowned.

The frisson rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

"wellspring, add up on, your breakfast is getting cold."

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

I sat down, spooning up the E. B. White porridge, hoping it would help fall my venter. Mother stared at me the entire time across the mesa, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the thick core, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in mentation. My blue sex clenched. My breasts felt so loaded in my bra. Constricted.

"I just ca n't put my finger's breadth on it,"Mother said when I finish. She stood up, her breakfast only one-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 sandbag surprise.

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

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

Mother pursed her lips. Her hired hand were on my shoulders, rubbing me. All the affectionateness of her fingers bled through the material. I swallowed as she kept touching my branch. It was so ... strange. Then her handwriting moved to the straw man of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a 2nd button.

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

I nodded, my scramble feeling so uncover. I mean, the undetermined blouse only showed off my collarbone. The reverend 's wife showed off this much 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 feet. My thoughts whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the passenger seat, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my tit, revealing just how ample I was. Mother glanced over me, her lips tightening. My boldness warm. I hated reminding her of that chesty harlot who stole Daddy from our life history. Her eyes flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the meter just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this certainty that she knew about my repellant panties and was trying to drag the truth 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 sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My brass warmed to a greater extent at the sight of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his hairsbreadth dark and short. I tried not to call back those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so ardent and juicy, his face would appear in my psyche. It made me want to have-to doe with myself. To mistreat myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not rectify,"female parent said. She reached out and did two Sir Thomas More push. I gasped, as she opened my blouse all-inclusive, revealing more of my tegument. I could see the top slopes of my breasts. If she undid another button, multitude would see my bra.

My cheeks went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

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

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

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling with child. Just staring at you is making me find all tender. Like how I used to feel when I was your age before your founding 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 certainly 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 breasts. Then he would start to crave after a Plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my foresighted skirt rustling. I was so cognisant of my expose cleavage. I felt my breast jiggling like they were fighting to escape my bra. I wanted to mellow out away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"female parent said, taking my hand and leading me towards Chris and the other two boys."Does n't my girl just calculate pretty ?"

My eyes widened."Mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet pleasure ?"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 thaw in shame. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shoal breathing space, not to let my tit swell, but I suddenly felt so dyspneic. I was gulping in the air, my chest lump as my mother 's paw smooth across my rump again.

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

"well ..."Chris scratched the cover of his head."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You guess ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another clit. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the other boys, could see the emollient color of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. mother undecided my blouse further, her paw brushing across my bosom. My nipples were hard. I felt her hired hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. impish tingles raced through me.

"Now what you think ?"mother asked."I know she 's not wearing the most blandish clothes, but you ca n't deny how beautiful my daughter is. And expression at those delightful breasts."

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a petty wiggle. The boys were all staring at me like wolves. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My impudence were so fond. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumbs brushed my mamilla again, my pussy growing wet. I could feel it. These spicy juice were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked panties I wore.

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

She had to know about the panty. 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 skirt 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 abuse myself like a sinful girl.

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

Boys liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flapping warmth crack through me as I entered my college, other educatee noticing me. female child gasped in shock while boy leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delicious my breasts were. My twist of haircloth swept behind me down to my croup. It swayed with my steps. My mother 's touch burned across my skin. The panties were so wet, cupping my backside, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

"broom !"my champion, Vivian, pant. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her mild pap."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of build for you to be showing."

"Mother thought I should ... shew off my delightful titty,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my superfluity. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help but lunge my nipple out before me. I was enjoying the attention. 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 first base course of instruction."I know, it 's so strange, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a delectation. For everyone to have intercourse 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 tit as big as yours."She looked around."All the other miss are staring at you. They 're seeing how busty you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

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

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

This was ... unbelievable. I always wondered why girls want to express off their bod and attract boy'attention. Now I was starting to realise it. It made me feel so naughty. So foul 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 wad of me.

I smiled at him.

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

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

I could n't help the schoolgirlish giggle that outburst from my backtalk. I had never made such a strait before in my aliveness, but it made him grinned larger. I was feeling so repellent. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his lesson. I focused on his lecture like always. I felt all those male child staring at me. They were paying attention to me, not the teacher. I could n't help oneself the smile on my rim. I could n't serve taking delight in it. This was hone. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so gamy 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 mother walked in holding shopping bags. Everyone 's head snapped over. The plastic rustled. I blinked at the good deal 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 care, your female parent will make up you into a sexy delight."

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

"It 's okay,"she said, a broad grin on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."female parent 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 chill racing through my pussy.



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

The world had gone utterly mad today.

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

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

She clicked her glossa as she opened my blouse, shaking her top dog in disgust."This bra is not going to work. I 'm distressing, but I 've been buying you bras two sizing too small. I was just trying to domesticise 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 titty. They spilled out, big and pillowy soft, hanging with their heavily weight. Both my nipples were difficult, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my broad areolas. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the batch of them.

"Damn,"Chris muttered, a big grin on his face.

Mr. Beauregard stared at me with this look no instructor should hold 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 riotous knocker. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy delectation ?"

"blaze yes !"groaned Chris.

female parent beamed as she gave my breasts the final exam squeeze play, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my torso, caressing my cutis, sending waves of heat washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a naughty word to use for my pussy ; it made me feel so revolting thinking it—clenched. I had this bass ache inside of me. I needed something to fall into place my pure astuteness. I glanced at Chris, sighting the extrusion 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, let on white meat swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the slightest movement of my bountiful tits.

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

SMACK !

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

"Sexy Delight,"female parent read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear material like this years ago. I 'm so bad, heather mixture. 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 son see those juicy scanty clinging to my ass. Her script pushed down on the heart of my back, bending me over halfway. My boob swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his voice so throaty. Mother 's bridge player kept necking over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussycat ache. I grew so wet.

sapidity !

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

"Mmm, yes, you are a sexy pleasure, Scots heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new clothes. Obviously, you have the perfect twosome of panties for this annulus !"

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

female parent smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide the waistband of the skirt, gear up for me to tread into it. My large tits jiggled as I did just that, my plait swaying down my rear. number one, my right leg and then my left leg slipped into the annulus. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my slick calves, brushing my silklike second joint.

I groaned as her skin senses climbed gamey and eminent. I knew I should n't delight my female parent touching me, but it just felt so naughty rightfulness now. All the boys were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying breasts with shining eyes.

mother pulled the chick up and over my rump. The waistband hugged low on my hips, the skirt barely falling down to spread over my ass. If I bent over, I would shoot my naughty panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what character of daughter I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a wicked whimper that had my heavy white meat swaying and brushing together.

My mammilla throbbed. I wanted to rival them. I wanted to contact my pussy, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would take in to hold back until I got dwelling to enjoy myself for the first time.

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

"No way, Mrs. Glenn Miller,"groaned Chris, his center 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 thrill. This wicked heat shot down to my spicy pussy. I groaned as my panties felt so gazump. 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 textile as the skirt. There were no sleeve. It looked like a tube of bright-red material, the Lapplander hue as my panties. How could that traverse anything ?

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

Mom pulled the tube top down my arms and worked it down my head. There was a trice of red that filled my visual modality, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my large breasts. I gasped as my intemperate teat drank in the rasp texture of the fabric. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making sure that fit my large bosom perfectly.

"There you are,"Mother said, beaming. She clapped her hired man on my nerve."My sexy delight."

I gasped as she gave me a candy kiss on the lips. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this state of nature rush through me. All the son exploded into clapping. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a battalion of apes. I shuddered as the strait rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, Heather,"female parent 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 worry things to show you."

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my pussy tingle. Gosh, I really, really desire to wreak with myself. My fingers itched should just slide beneath my short, shortsighted skirt.

"Have a near 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 thirstiness as I sat down. My big tit bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just exhibit for everyone to lust over. The cloth gripped my knocker, letting them swing free people. They were without financial backing for the initiative time in my life. I could finger everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny haze. I was so frustrated. So eager to do things. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from form to class like a hungry clique of dogs. When I slipped in to use the convenience, I could sense them pacing outdoors, waiting for me to issue so they could swarm. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his lips, his pecker hard.

My Virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so mindful of my body in my new vesture. When I had to deflect over, I could feel my dame sliding gamey and in high spirits, revealing the hindquarters slope my hindquarters, then more and more than of my rung butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty panty. I knew some of the glittering letter of the alphabet were peeking out, bright-blue case printed on cherry-red fabric.

My breasts would sway at the svelte apparent motion. The stretchable metro top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My areola. The framework was so slight you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valiant feat to soak up my ointment, but I started feeling the risque juices trickling down my second joint. My skirt was so brusk, the guy wire had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't bear to buy my luncheon today. All the bozo were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my Quaker Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the aphrodisiacal girl in the existence. I had never been happier. I hummed in joy, my shoulders swaying, making my tit bounce for the boys'enjoyment. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When lunch ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this wolfish grin on his lips."Would you like to make out over to my house ? 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 care to,"I groaned, my cunt clenching.

He grinned at me, and then the spicy boy gave my ass a squeeze. He felt my tail end, making me shudder.

I was giddy all through my endure few classes. Chris wanted to make erotic love to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy consistency while all alone at his house. I could n't wait to secernate mother. I was so breathtaking, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just clutch my desk, my entire organic structure trembling, all the boy tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, classes were over. Chris was gear up to claim me. He slid his arm around my shoulder joint as I emerged from my biology family, marking his territory. A blue quiver rippled through me. Vivian gave me a unusual tone as I passed her in the hall. She seemed confused. I did n't care. I was going home with Chris.

My poor people, virgin pussy would finally get the satisfaction I needed. Craved. I would go insane if I did n't get something inside of me. I quivered beside Chris as we headed through the student residence, my bosom bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the other guy scowled.

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

My mother was waiting for me outside. She had a new getup for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather bird and matching corset she wore, the dark garment lifting her own surprisingly large breast into lavish mounds. She had healed, thigh-high boots and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

"That 's my sexy pleasure, not yours,"female parent said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather doll was so dead that barely covered anything."You 're favorable I let you reckon at her, boy. But do n't you even think you get to revel 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 center as her free hired hand cupped my side. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was different from the to begin with one. There was no misinterpretation this for a motherly kiss.

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my pussy, my pantie tingling around my kitty and bottom. I whimpered into her lip, shuddering while the watching male child explosion into the whoops and hollo. This was so bewildering. I could n't believe this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my tit pressing into her corset, my nipple throbbing and aching.

Mother broke the kiss, 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 bosom. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your kitty. Oh, god have I been thinking about your pussy. You want to see how wet you made your mother ?"

"female parent ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So powerful. 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 annulus swayed before me. I could smell that foul scent of leather. There was another olfactory property 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,"female parent moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new wearing apparel, imagining using all your new toys, just thinking about your sexy joy has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your expression buried beneath my skirt and see how wet you made your mother !"

I lifted the front of mother 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, Brown bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her slit lips were thickset, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juices, that spicy scent filling my olfactory organ. I quivered as I stared at her cunt, drinking in her appearance. I spotted this little bud peeking out of a case. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

"Eat your female parent 's cunt !"a guy howled.

"Just devour her, you sexy slut !"

"God, your female parent 's a filthy dam !"

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my life. I tried to struggle it. I tried to profess I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to bury my face between those souse titty. I wanted to be the one to revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, curvaceous delight. Now get that face buried in my catch and create me cum. You have to love me for all the apparel I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, female parent !"I moaned.

I pressed my look into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her plication. Her spicy juice coated my natural language. slit was like naught I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hand grabbed her pelvic girdle as I stroked my natural language through those thickly sassing. Her pick coated my chin. My cheeks. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My natural language lapped at her twat, stroking her crimp and brushing that little bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her clit. I stroked my tongue around it, flicking it, making my female parent gasp and moan. I made her feel amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy pleasure,"female parent moaned."Play with my clit. Oh, yes, play with that little bud."

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

"That 's right hand,"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 know. I did n't care. I just pressed my mouth into her thick pussy back talk. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my tongue into her depths, swirling around inside the very jam that had birthed me. to a greater extent and more of her spicy cream poured into my back talk. The flavor ignited my sense of taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her stage, gripping her as this wicked 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 sunshine rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to name my mother cum. That dirty, nasty word for that thing I was never allowed to give. The delight I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother realise me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so puzzle. Like the superlative thing in the world. I wanted to have her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy rim. I sucked on her clitoris. I made her gasp and moan, her prominent bosom almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

"MAKE YOUR female parent CUM !"shouted from the boys.

I had to prepare her explode.

I sucked on Mother 's clit. She gasped and squealed out in joy. She whimpered. Her beautiful strait echoed through the air. Her juice gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my sassing and ran down my Chin and cheeks. I tried to clobber them up, but there was so a lot spicy cream.

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

mother sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by raptus. Sounded so wonderful. I could n't hold back for my turn to know it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy cuckoo, gathering up all the incestuous pick that spilled out of her. My body trembled from the charge of this naughty, wanton act.

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

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

"Buff that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty Word of God, my body trembling as I kept licking. Mother shuddered, her titty jiggling in the corset. With a groan, she took a step back, pulling her kitty-cat from my font. I trembled, my prominent tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"mother said, wrenching open the rider door.

She reached into a bag, the outside sleek Gy with a couple of blackamoor lips on the front. She wrenched out the bright, garden pink object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. A peter. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the lance. It had segment almost like a caterpillar 's body. My virgin snatch clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a suave ball. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her pap dark red.

She thrust the bulging end of the dildo up between her thighs. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her pussy. Her eye widened as the former end of the dildo push 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 bitch broken in, Heather !"a guy yelled.

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

"If you had, I 'd throw to scald your ass for touching my sexy delight,"Mother said."Now you, bend over the lens hood of the car, dropped his step-in, and cook for mother to love you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my animal foot. My short skirt flared, flashing my cherry-red scanty and those naughty words at the boys. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my boob into the exhaust hood. My teat throbbed at the contact lens, drunkenness in the tremendous feel of the locomotive engine 's warmth haemorrhage through the metal. My handwriting flicked up my skirt, my hips wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My thumbs hooked the sash of my panties. I thrust them off my bottom, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my shrub soaked by my excitement.

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

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

"I just came, but I 'm still so wet to pop your cherry tree,"Mother moaned."You 'll be my piddling, 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 expect hot. Just so long as everyone gets to see me."

"I 'll feature that tattoo on your lower back. A hiker stamp that will let everyone know that your mommy 's slutty fiddling delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot shape. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clit before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so ready for female parent 's imitation cock to ram into me to make me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd leave me such pleasance. She 'd accept me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy lips, savoring the flavor of her kitty-cat as all the boys cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT cerise !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

Mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a piercing flash of pain that was swallowed by a tidal wave of rapture. The dildo slammed into my profoundness, the segmented torso caressing my silky bod. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her fork smacked into my rump, my body shuddering atop the hood of the car. My mamilla 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 twat, leaving just the tip in me. With a moan, female parent slammed back into me. She buried that big, duncish shaft into my cunt, the pleasance rippling through me.

My face scrunched up with bliss. superstar burst across my center. I gasped and groaned, my hip wiggling, stirring my slit around her jab toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my shoulder, watching her right boob bounce, the left field wanting to dampen relieve of her corset. Her face twisted with such patch pleasure as she pounded my ruin pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt hard and fast.

"What a slutty girl I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to thrust your pap and Pb you around by a leash !"

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

"You 're gon na bust composition and look like a painted whore. My painted cyprian. I 'll buy you a breast pump. You 'll use it every day until your boob start lactating. You drank my Milk, now I want to imbibe yours !"

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

I was delirious. Feverish. Her every stab brought me closer and closer to that terrific explosion. My first orgasm. I was so excited for it. She slammed the thickset dildo so deep in me, the segment caressing my silky flesh. She churned my twat up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

"ass your girl until she comes like a working girl !"

"Oh, my little slut 's gon na cum operose, are n't you ?"Mother hissed. She grabbed a handful of my fuzz and yanked my head up. My tit saltation before me as I gasped. My pussy clenched around the segmented dildo.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned as her paw shot around my body.

She shoved my tube top up, my heavy knocker spilling into her squeezing clench. Her fingernails bit into my left wing tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in accusation of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How hard I could cum.

"Let me take heed you scream out in rapture, my little slut-daughter."

"Yes !"I howled and orgasmed for the 1st time.

It was amazing.

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

moving ridge of transport slammed through my body. They drowned my intellect. I came so operose, spots of abstemious burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy teat heaving, my left breast clutched in momma 's compressed traction. Her ripe mitt gripped my fuzz, keeping my straits pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, Heather !"

"A dyke hussy 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 aphrodisiac delight.

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

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

I was going to revel the remainder of my submissive life.

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The figure smiled, sword lily that the panties were appreciated. The digit was eagre for the next pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colors all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic Passion of Christ. A single word, each letter printed in different, trashy color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The figure stroked each part, eagre to go shopping again.

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