Mind-Control Panties

Story Three : Sexy Little pleasure

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

The trope entered the issue store. It was one step above a penny-pinching computer storage, not the sort of place that panties in the style that the soma made were sold. No naughty delectation to tickle a young cleaning lady 's wanton desires. No trendy apparel were sold here, which was exactly why the design knew these distich pantie was needed here.

The image was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, average. On a ledge that sold packet of knit, boring panties, so similar to the case worn by the go girlfriend the figure had changed, a new dyad was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red panties with those boldface, gentle letters surrounded by a shimmering atomic number 47 delimitation.

Sexy Delight.

The name kept walking, knowing that exceptional missy, ling Alton Glenn Miller, would be along in moments.

Heather was a tall girl, eighteen, wearing a baggy, gray dress to hide the mellowness of her figure. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. She had the sort of physical structure that boys would drool over. The type of ripe pleasure that would grace their wet aspiration and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that broom would ever be allowed to read off her figure. Not with her mother, Honor Glenn Miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the blandest, most uncomplimentary clothes possible.

Her girl would stick around pure.

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

When Scots heather saw the pair of panty casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrifying mistake. Those panties did not go here. She had popped into the memory to run a warm errand. Normally, she would never betray for clothing without her mother 's being present. She only passed this finical booth by happenstance. She snatched up the step-in merely to fork out them to the proper shop doer. As she gripped it, she noticed the run-in printed on them, Sexy delight. The sight stirred a strange, wistful longing through her soul.

The twist of long, black hair swung down her back as she stared at those glittering varsity 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 champaign 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 amiss. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the step-in and pressing them to her purse. She pushed it trench, burying it beneath all the accouterment rattling around in her purse. Her impertinence sunburn with ignominy, but she rationalized her activeness 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 replace the one that had broken cobbler's last night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her bag feeling excess wakeless despite how piffling the pair of panties weighed.

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< strong > Scots heather Miller < /strong >

Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred sentence since the previous eventide. I could n't excuse it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but I had n't even gotten out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting step-in on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So promising and colorful. They were for a pretty miss. A painted harlot. Not for a Plain 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 rain shower and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly openhanded boy at her college. The type of boys my female parent always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

"You do n't want to ever marry a boy,"female parent often told me."He 'll pull up stakes you. Just like your father did. They want painted harlots, not a Plain Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your founder still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever leave me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could listen mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My prominent knocker swayed before me as I pulled down the span of pale blue panties I wore to bed, the shade of red periwinkle so faded it practically was egg white. I worked the cotton fiber off my thighs and glanced at the garish duet. I could n't believe I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could sham.

Was there anything really incorrectly with that ?

It was n't like any the boys would notice me. They would never screw I had them on beneath my longsighted annulus. That I was wearing something with those naughty run-in on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two give-and-take increase that affectionateness between my thighs. I glanced down at my Black chaparral, gasping at the wad of wet beading on my pubic hairs. My cheeks burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the ruby panties and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electric tingle racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat energy construction and construction inside of me.

What was wrong with me ?

I whimpered, my large chest swaying, slapping into each former as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The cloth clung to my thighs then my tush. I had to work the stretchy fabric up and over my flesh out rear. I shuddered, my hands adjusting the elastic waistband about my coxa. They rode depressed than they should. They fit so taut. Where they too little for me ?

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

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

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A farsighted, dark skirt and a gray-haired blouse that push button all the way up to my neck, the sleeves going all the way to my wrist. It was loose to hide my breast. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to constrain such unwieldy, expectant knocker 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 make just how bosomy I was.

"Even a plain Jane will get the boy sniffing around her if they realize she has big chest,"female parent would say."Just like that harlot cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the grey-headed blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid motion. It fit loosen on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my cervix then smoothed the collar. The tails fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, bleak dame. I stepped into it as my mother called my epithet again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my bequeath side and fit snugly around my shank. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my windsock and pulled them on as fast as I could.

"Calluna vulgaris Alton Glenn Miller,"mother cried for a third time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the room access, my blackness haircloth swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so nervous after taking those panty home, that I forgot to unmake it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't have to spend the time to read braided this morning.

Those naughty step-in gripped my buns as I headed down the step. The fabric seemed to drop away between my butt-cheeks, molding to my physique. It felt so untimely. So naughty. That hotness between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My female parent peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, pale attire decorated with paisley peak. It was as conservative as mine, the apprehension snug about her neck, the sleeves descending to her carpus, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"Well, there you are,"she said."Let me stimulate 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 articulatio cubiti, smoothing the fabric into my peel. She gripped me there, eye flicking up and down my dead body. She frowned.

The chill rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, mother ?"I asked.

"No,"she said, slowly. Her brow 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.

"wellspring, I 'm certain whatever it is, I 'll cypher it out,"she said.

My stomach roiled. How could she know ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the warmheartedness glow in my cheeks ?

"wellspring, come on, your breakfast is getting cold."

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

I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would avail settle my breadbasket. Mother stared at me the integral time across the mesa, hardly touching hers. Her spoonful stirred through the thick heart, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in opinion. My gamy 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 belly so tight.

"On you,"she said, bustling up to me. To my daze, she undid the top release of my blouse.

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in kayoed surprise.

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

"Oh, it 's alright, 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 warmth of her fingers bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my weapon system. It was so ... strange. Then her manus moved to the presence of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

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

I nodded, my skin feeling so bring out. I mean, the undefended blouse only showed off my collarbone. The reverend 's wife showed off this often hide. I should n't palpate 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 animal foot. My thoughts whirled. The mankind felt so disorderly today.

I slipped into the passenger seat, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how ample I was. female parent glanced over me, her lips tightening. My impertinence warm. I hated reminding her of that big-chested sporting lady who stole Daddy from our life. Her eyes flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the time just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this certainty that she knew about my wicked panties and was trying to draw the true statement out of me. It was like undoing the top few clitoris of my blouse was some variety of unknown 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 son hanging out front, including Chris. My impudence warmed more at the sight of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his pilus dark and short. I tried not to recall those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm up and juicy, his cheek would come out in my mind. It made me require to touch myself. To clapperclaw myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not right,"Mother said. She reached out and did two more buttons. I gasped, as she opened my blouse wide of the mark, revealing more of my skin. I could see the top slopes of my breasts. If she undid another release, the great unwashed would see my bra.

My cheeks went flaming hot.

"mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

"You need to unstrain,"female parent said."You 're such a pleasure. Why, I bet the boys will love you."

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

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling majuscule. Just staring at you is making me palpate all warm. Like how I used to feel when I was your age before your father ruined everything."

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my incline. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my volume bag on my lap, not for sure what to do. My mother opened the door and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big bosom. Then he would protrude to crave after a Plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my long skirt rustling. I was so aware of my exposed cleavage. I felt my breasts jiggling like they were fighting to break away my bra. I wanted to unthaw away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"mother said, taking my bridge player and leading me towards Chris and the other two boys."Does n't my daughter just look pretty ?"

My eyes widened."Mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet-flavored delectation ?"mother asked. Her bridge player swept down my back and over my behind, 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 down in pity. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shoal breaths, not to let my titty sheik, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my chest swelling as my mother 's hand smooth across my rump again.

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

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

"You guess ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my cushion, she undid another release. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the other male child, could see the emollient coloration of my bra peeking out. I want to pass out. This could not be happening. female parent unfold my blouse further, her script brushing across my bosom. My nipples were hard. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. Wicked tingles raced through me.

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

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a lilliputian jiggled. The boy were all staring at me like wolves. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My face were so lovesome. I wanted to conk. Mom 's thumb brushed my pap again, my pussy growing wet. I could finger it. These naughty juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these yucky step-in I wore.

"Now, Heather, 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 screw about the panties. 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 chick swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my disclose breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbutton blouse. My kitty was so hot. I wanted to touch on 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 breast were freehanded. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the foreign excitement shooting through me.

male child liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flapping warmth jibe through me as I entered my college, former educatee noticing me. little girl gasped in jar while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My braid of tomentum swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my steps. My mother 's touch burned across my cutis. The panties were so tight, cupping my rump, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

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

"female parent thought I should ... register off my delightful breasts,"I moaned, my face burning with my overplus. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help oneself but throw my teat out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the hombre looking at me. Hungering for me.

Vivian fell in beside me, her eye wide-eyed."Your female parent did that ?"

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

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

"Of me ?"

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

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

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why young lady want to exhibit off their anatomy and attract son'tending. Now I was starting to understand it. It made me feel so naughty. So sinful and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A sexy delight. A shiver ran through me as I entered my schoolroom and my teacher, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the passel of me.

I smiled at him.

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

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

I could n't help the girlish giggle that burst from my lip. I had never made such a phone before in my life, 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 moral. 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 the smile on my lips. I could n't serve taking delight in it. This was perfect. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so juicy and fretful, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my object lesson when the door opened and my female parent walked in holding shopping bags. Everyone 's head snapped over. The plastic rustled. I blinked at the sight of her as she hurried over me.

"I bought these as fast as I could,"female parent said."I 'm so drear for making you wear that sloppy dress. Do n't worry, your mother will make you into a aphrodisiacal delight."

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

"It 's okay,"she said, a broad smile on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."Mother is going to hit 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 male child want to see what a sexy delight you are."

The domain had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This grand heating system rushed through me as mother attacked the final buttons of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian rightfield ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my mother was keeping me knit by dressing me frumpy and not allowing me to wear physical composition ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new panty cause her to understand the truth ?

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

As I shrugged out of my blouse, Mother reached behind me and untied my bra. I groaned as the air pressure was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, large and pillowy soft, hanging with their laboured weight. Both my tit were arduous, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide ring of color. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight of them.

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

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

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

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

"Scheol yes !"groaned Chris.

female parent beamed as she gave my breasts the final liquidity crisis, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending waves of hotness washing down to my juicy pussy. My cunt—that was such a naughty word to use for my pussy ; it made me experience so wicked thought it—clenched. I had this deep ache inside of me. I needed something to riddle my virgin deepness. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

mother 's hands reached my chick. She fumbled at the girdle, searching for the fastener. She found it while my consistence trembled. My large, bring out bosom swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the slightest movement of my freehanded tits.

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

nip !

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

"Sexy delectation,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you bear hooey like this yr ago. I 'm so drab, ling. I 'm going to be a good mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my aphrodisiac delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my pelvic girdle and turned me, letting all the boys see those blue panty clinging to my ass. Her hand pushed down on the center of my binding, 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 caressing over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my kitty-cat aching. I grew so wet.

SMACK !

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

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

Her work force darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, black chick. It possessed so little material to it. I gasped at how short it was. Would that encompass anything ?

mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide the waistband of the skirt, ready for me to step into it. My large tits jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. first gear, my proper leg and then my left leg slipped into the wench. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my streamlined calfskin, brushing my silken thigh.

I groaned as her touch climbed higher and higher. I knew I should n't love my mother touching me, but it just felt so naughty right now. All the boys were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying breasts with glossy eyes.

Mother pulled the annulus up and over my tail end. The waistcloth hugged low on my hip, the skirt barely falling down to overcompensate my ass. If I bent over, I would swank my blue panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what case of missy I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a wicked whimper that had my large breasts swaying and brushing together.

My nipples throbbed. I wanted to reach them. I wanted to match my pussy, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would birth to await until I got home to revel myself for the first base time.

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

"No way, Mrs. moth miller,"groaned Chris, his eyes locked on my swaying tits.

"Naughty boy,"Mother said and then tweaked my nipple.

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me shudder. This wicked rut jibe down to my naughty pussycat. I groaned as my scanty felt so soaked. 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 framework as the bird. There were no sleeves. It looked like a tube of bright-red material, the Lapplander hue as my step-in. How could that cover anything ?

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

Mom pulled the metro top down my arms and worked it down my school principal. There was a flash of red that filled my visual sensation, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my vauntingly breasts. I gasped as my severe nipples drank in the rasping grain of the material. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making certainly that fit my large 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 kiss on the sassing. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this savage rush through me. All the boys exploded into applause. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a coterie of imitator. I shuddered as the sounds rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, Heather,"mother said, giving me another smile."I 'm going to be officious shopping and buy you a totally new wardrobe. I 'll pick you up some occupy matter to evidence you."

"Thanks, female parent,"I said, my pussy tingling. Gosh, I really, really desire to work with myself. My fingers itched should just slip beneath my short, curt skirt.

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

"By, Mrs. milling machine,"croaked Chris.

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

I was a aphrodisiac delight.

That day passed in a horny fog. I was so frustrated. So eager to do things. I was never alone. The son followed me around from course to class like a hungry camp of dog-iron. 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 leash, salivating. He was always licking his lips, his cock hard.

My virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my body in my new wearable. When I had to bow over, I could feel my doll sliding higher and mellow, revealing the bottom slope my rear, then more and more of my unit of ammunition 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 titty would sway at the slightest move. The stretchable tube top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My ring of color. The fabric was so sparse you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valiant effort to soak up my cream, but I started feeling the naughty succus trickling down my second joint. My skirt was so short, the guys had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't have to buy my luncheon today. All the guys were so aegir to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so unbelievable. I felt like the sexiest girl in the world. I had never been happier. I hummed in delectation, my shoulder swaying, making my titties bounce for the boy'delectation. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When tiffin ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this wolfish grin on his backtalk."Would you like to do 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 like to,"I groaned, my twat clenching.

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

I was giddy all through my last few grade. Chris wanted to make love to me. He wanted to savor my sexy body while all alone at his house. I could n't wait to say female parent. I was so dyspneal, I thought I would return out. Sometimes, I would just seize my desk, my intact body shaking, all the male child tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, classes were over. Chris was ready to take me. He slid his arm around my berm as I emerged from my biota class, marking his dominion. A spicy frisson rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confused. I did n't give care. I was going base with Chris.

My poor, pure pussy would finally get the atonement 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 dorm, my titty bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with gratification while all the former guy scowled.

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

My female parent was waiting for me remote. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather wench and oppose girdle she wore, the blue garment lifting her own surprisingly big breasts into lush pile. She had healed, thigh-high boots and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

"That 's my sexy delectation, not yours,"female parent said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather annulus was so light that barely covered anything."You 're lucky 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 heart as her free hand cupped my face. Then she kissed me. Right on the backtalk. But it was different from the in the beginning one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her lingua jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my pussy, my step-in tingling around my pussy and fanny. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching boys burst into the whoops and hollers. This was so puzzle. I could n't conceive this was happening. female parent was kissing me. I trembled, my breast pressing into her corset, my nipples throbbing and aching.

female parent broke the kiss, her optic 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 pussy. Oh, god have I been thinking about your pussy. You want to see how wet you made your mother ?"

"mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So powerful. In controller. She 'd dominated me my intact life. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. Her doll swayed before me. I could smell that skanky perfume of leather. There was another scent beneath it. Spicy. That same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

"rhytidectomy 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 nerve buried beneath my skirt and see how wet you made your mother !"

I lifted the social movement of mother 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, brown bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lips were heavyset, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her succus, that spicy scent filling my olfactory organ. I quivered as I stared at her slit, imbibing in her appearance. I spotted this minuscule bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

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

"Just devour her, you sexy slut !"

"God, your mother 's a filthy dike !"

"Eat that dyke-mother 's slit !"

"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 bury my face between those lush breasts. I wanted to be the one to make happy in them. But now I have you, my sexy, stacked delight. Now get that aspect buried in my twat and hold me cum. You have to bonk me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my aspect into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her bend. Her spicy juices coated my natural language. Cunt was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My paw grabbed her hips as I stroked my tongue through those thick lips. Her emollient coated my chin. My cheeks. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My spit lapped at her pussy, stroking her plication and brushing that piffling 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 mother gasp and groan. I made her sense amazing.

I pleased her.

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

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

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

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

I did n't fuck. I did n't care. I just pressed my mouth into her thick-skulled pussy lip. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my tongue into her depths, swirling around inside the very kettle of fish that had birthed me. More and more of her spicy cream poured into my mouth. The spirit ignited my taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her peg, gripping her as this repellant 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 sunniness rippled around me, spurring me on. The boy wanted to work my mother cum. That dirty, awful parole for that affair I was never allowed to have. The delight I missed out on by never masturbating.

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

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

"I am !"I moaned.

"shuffle 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 delight. She whimpered. Her beautiful auditory sensation echoed through the air. Her juice gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my lips and ran down my chin and cheeks. I tried to work them up, but there was so very much spicy cream.

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

Mother sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by transport. Sounded so marvellous. I could n't hold back for my bend to see it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy slit, gathering up all the incestuous cream that spilled out of her. My body trembled from the thrill of this naughty, wanton act.

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

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

"Buff that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty words, my dead body trembling as I kept licking. female parent shuddered, her tit jiggling in the corset. With a groan, she took a step back, pulling her pussy from my grimace. I trembled, my orotund tit jiggling in my subway top. I licked my rim, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

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

She reached into a bag, the outside flowing Thomas Gray with a dyad of smuggled lips on the front. She wrenched out the bright, pink object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a member. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the scape. It had segments almost like a caterpillar 's body. My vestal pussy clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a smooth musket ball. Mother whirled around, her right knocker popping out of her girdle, her nipple sinister red.

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

Her own way of popping my cherry.

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

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

"If you had, I 'd have to whip your ass for touching my sexy delight,"Mother said."Now you, bend over the hood of the car, dropped his panties, and train for mother to love you.

"Yes, female parent !"I moaned, so eager to obey.

My tits heaved as I hopped to my foundation. My poor chick flared, flashing my scarlet panties and those spicy Word of God at the boys. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and knack over, pressing my dummy into the hood. My mamilla throbbed at the contact, drink in the wonderful feel of the locomotive 's warmth hemorrhage through the metallic element. My hired man flicked up my chick, my pelvic girdle wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

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

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

"Yes, female parent !"I gasped, so eager for that.

"I just came, but I 'm still so wet to pop your cerise,"Mother moaned."You 'll be my piffling, sexy pleasure. My slut-daughter fancy woman. 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 hobo stamp that will let everyone get it on that your mamma 's slutty small delight.

I groaned, my twat clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot flesh. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clit before pressing on my maidenhead. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so set for mother 's simulated rooster to ram into me to make me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd give me such pleasure. She 'd induce me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy rim, savoring the tone of her kitty-cat as all the boys cheered :"POP THAT cherry tree !"

"POP THAT cerise !"

"POP THAT cherry red !"

mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a sharp flash of pain that was swallowed by a tidal wave of rapture. The dildo slammed into my depths, the segmented body caressing my satiny bod. I groaned, my spoil cunny squeezing down on her deep toy. Her crotch smacked into my rump, my body shuddering atop the thug of the car. My tit throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my pussy clinging to the prick. I felt each one of the segments pop out of my twat, leaving just the tip in me. With a moan, Mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, thick dick into my bitch, the pleasance rippling through me.

My face scrunched up with walking on air. Stars burst across my center. I gasped and groaned, my hips wiggling, stirring my pussy around her jab toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me gruelling, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my shoulder, watching her decent dope bouncing, the leftfield wanting to break absolve of her stays. Her face twisted with such while delight as she pounded my deflowered pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old snatch hard and fast.

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

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

"You 're gon na clothing war paint and look like a multi-colour prostitute. My painted harlot. I 'll buy you a breast heart. You 'll use it every day until your titty start lactating. You drank my milk, now I want to drink yours !"

"Oh, god, yes !"I howled."Just make love me, Mother !"

I was delirious. Feverish. Her every thrust brought me airless and closer to that wonderful explosion. My foremost orgasm. I was so turn on for it. She slammed the chummy dildo so deep in me, the section caressing my silken flesh. She churned my bitch up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

"shtup your daughter until she comes like a whore !"

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

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

She shoved my tube top up, my ponderous breasts spilling into her squeezing travelling bag. Her fingernails bit into my get out tit as she controlled me. It felt so tremendous. She was in commission of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How punishing I could cum.

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

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

It was amazing.

Fireworks detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My physical body spasmed and writhed about that baffle shaft plunging over and over again into my cunt. It was beyond speech. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot foam as the pleasure rushed through my body. I whimpered, shuddering.

Waves of rapture slammed through my body. They drowned my judgement. I came so difficult, spots of light flare-up before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy titty heaving, my left breast clutched in mummy 's blind drunk grip. Her rightfield hand gripped my hair, keeping my head pulled back as I cried out my exaltation for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, Heather !"

"A dam slut for your mother !"

"Way to go, Mrs. Henry Miller ! You made that little sporting lady 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. female parent cried out with me. She joined me in rapture. We were both cumming for the intact college to see. They cheered us on. My mind melted as I reveled in being my mother 's sexy delight.

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

"I 'm my female parent 's slutty, aphrodisiac delight !"I howled as my orgasm peaked in me.

I was going to relish the respite of my subservient life.

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The figure smiled, glad that the scanty were appreciated. The figure was eager for the next distich to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic orgy, the color all blending together in a whirl of psychedelic passionateness. A undivided word, each letter printed in different, loud gloss, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The figure stroked each graphic symbol, eager to go shopping again.

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