Mind-Control Panties

Story tercet : Sexy Little Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

The soma entered the release fund. It was one step above a thrift fund, not the sort of stead that panties in the fashion that the public figure made were sold. No gamey pleasure to tickle a new woman 's wanton desires. No trendy clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the form knew these pair scanty was needed here.

The chassis was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold parcel of champaign, boring scanty, so similar to the type worn by the last little girl the soma had changed, a new duad was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red panties with those bluff, blue missive surrounded by a shimmering atomic number 47 border.

Sexy Delight.

The bod kept walking, knowing that peculiar miss, Heather Miller, would be along in moments.

Heather was a tall girl, XVIII, wearing a baggy, gray attire to veil the fullness of her physical body. Curvy and lush, her H.M.S. Bounty overflowing. She had the variety of trunk that boys would drool over. The eccentric of advanced joy that would embellish their wet pipe dream and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Scots heather would ever be allowed to show off her public figure. Not with her female parent, Honor Miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the insipid, most unflattering dress possible.

Her daughter would stay pure.

Heather did n't bear in mind. She was a tranquilize girl who obeyed her mother. Shy. She was n't like one of those tatty girls."All started out,"her female parent would wish to say."You 're my well, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When heather saw the duad of pantie casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrible mistake. Those panty did not belong here. She had popped into the store to run a quickly errand. Normally, she would never shop for clothing without her mother 's being present. She only passed this particular stall by coincidence. She snatched up the panties merely to turn in them to the right store worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the countersign printed on them, Sexy delight. The spate stirred a foreign, pensive yearning through her soul.

The tress of long, black haircloth swung down her binding 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 champaign Jane for a daughter. None of the boys will ever sniff around you. You 're going to be pure."

Calluna vulgaris 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 purse. She pushed it trench, burying it beneath all the accoutrement rattling around in her purse. Her cheeks burn with shame, but she rationalized her military action by simply reminding herself that these scanty clearly were n't the computer storage 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new white potato peeler to supersede the one that had broken conclusion night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried nursing home, her purse feeling extra heavy despite how little the distich of panties weighed.

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< substantial > Heather moth miller < /strong >

Why did I use up these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred fourth dimension since the previous evening. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but I had n't even gotten out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting panties on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So bright and colorful. They were for a passably young woman. A painted bawd. Not for a Plain Jane like me.

There was a wet heating between my thigh. It was something I rarely paid attention to. Sometimes, I felt that shameful warmheartedness when in the cascade and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly handsome boy at her college. The type of boy my female parent always warned me about.

son like my father.

"You do n't desire to ever hook up with a boy,"mother often told me."He 'll lead you. Just like your Father-God did. They want painted harlots, not a knit Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your father still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever allow for me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could get a line mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My gravid breasts swayed before me as I pulled down the pair of light-blue panties I wore to bed, the shade of cayenne jasmine so faded it practically was bloodless. I worked the cotton fiber off my thigh and glanced at the gaudy pair. I could n't conceive I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could pretend.

Was there anything really wrong with that ?

It was n't like any the boys would comment me. They would never acknowledge I had them on beneath my longsighted bird. That I was wearing something with those naughty countersign on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two words increase that warmth between my thighs. I glanced down at my black Dubyuh, gasping at the sight of wet beading on my pubic fuzz. My cheeks burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red scanty and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electrical chill racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heating plant edifice and building inside of me.

What was wrong with me ?

I whimpered, my turgid titty swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The fabric clung to my second joint then my tooshie. I had to knead the stretchy framework up and over my plump out rear. I shuddered, my hired hand adjusting the pliable girdle about my hips. They rode lower than they should. They fit so rigorous. Where they too small for me ?

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

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

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A long, dark dame and a Thomas Gray blouse that button all the way up to my cervix, the sleeves going all the way to my wrist. It was loose to hide my tit. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to constrain such unwieldy, vauntingly dumbbell like mine. I slipped the band around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the son would n't realize just how busty I was.

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

I pulled on the hoary blouse that I 'd selected, working the clitoris up with the speedy apparent movement. It fit loose 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, black annulus. I stepped into it as my female parent called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the shadower of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my leave alone side and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my wind sock and pulled them on as libertine as I could.

"Heather moth miller,"mother cried for a third time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the door, my grim pilus swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so nervous after taking those panties home, that I forgot to unwrap it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't deliver to expend the time to read braided this morning.

Those risque panties gripped my rump as I headed down the stairs. The cloth seemed to steal between my butt-cheeks, molding to my material body. It felt so wrong. So naughty. That warmth between my thigh swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My female parent peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, pallid dress decorated with paisley efflorescence. It was as conservative as mine, the apprehension snug about her neck, the sleeve descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"well, there you are,"she said."Let me have a look at you."

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

The tingles rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

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

My breadbasket roiled. How could she know ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the passion glow in my buttock ?

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

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

I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would help settle my stomach. Mother stared at me the entire time across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoonful stirred through the blockheaded inwardness, her stare resting on me as she seemed lost in intellection. My blue sex clenched. My breasts felt so soused 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 half eaten.

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

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

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in astonished surprise.

"You know, you 're such a delight. Maybe, I have been a little too rigorous with you. You 're 18. A woman grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

mother pursed her lips. Her hands were on my shoulders, rubbing me. All the warmth of her fingers bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my blazon. It was so ... strange. Then her custody moved to the movement of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

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

I nodded, my skin feeling so peril. I mean, the open blouse only showed off my collarbone. The clergyman 's wife showed off this much cutis. I should n't feel at all strange about it, but my female parent orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my horseshoe scuffling along as I dragged my groundwork. My thoughts whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the passenger fanny, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how sizeable 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 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 sure thing that she knew about my repellent scanty and was trying to draw the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few buttons of my blouse was some sort of unknown torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would confess my iniquitous behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My cheeks warmed more at the visual sense of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his hair dark and curt. I tried not to think those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so affectionate and juicy, his face would seem in my thinker. It made me want to touch myself. To step myself.

Not that I ever would.

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

My cheeks went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

"You need to relax,"mother said."You 're such a 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 cracking. Just staring at you is making me feel all fond. Like how I used to feel when I was your age before your father ruined everything."

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my side. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my Word of God bag on my lap, not certain 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 breasts. Then he would start to thirst after a field Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my foresightful skirt whispering. I was so mindful of my disclose cleavage. I felt my chest jiggling like they were fighting to escape my bra. I wanted to melt away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"Mother said, taking my hand and leading me towards Chris and the former two son."Does n't my girl just look pretty ?"

My eyes widened."female parent ?"

"Is n't she just such a gratifying delight ?"mother asked. Her deal 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 meld in ignominy. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my segmentation. I tried to take shoal breaths, not to let my boob crestless wave, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my chest of drawers gibbousness as my mother 's hand smooth across my hind end again.

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

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

"You judge ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another release. My impudence burned. Chris, and the other boys, could see the cream gloss of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. Mother capable my blouse further, her paw brushing across my bosom. My teat were unvoiced. I felt her paw rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. disgustful shudder raced through me.

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

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a short jiggle. The boys were all staring at me like skirt chaser. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheeks were so warmly. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumb brushed my tit again, my kitty growing wet. I could feel it. These juicy juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these sinful panties I wore.

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

She had to sleep with about the pantie. She kept saying that word : delight. I could palpate those missive burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the boy staring at my exposed tit, my bra peeking out of my unlaced blouse. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to stir myself. To abuse myself like a extraordinary girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The male child 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 bountiful. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the strange exhilaration shooting through me.

son liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flapping warmth guesswork through me as I entered my college, other scholarly person noticing me. Girls gasped in blow while male child leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My plait of hairsbreadth swept behind me down to my tail. It swayed with my steps. My mother 's ghost burned across my hide. The panties were so squiffy, cupping my rump, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

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

"female parent thought I should ... demo off my delightful tit,"I moaned, my cheek burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't assist but push up my bosom out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the guy cable looking at me. Hungering for me.

Vivian fell in beside me, her optic wide."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 lie with that I 'm not just a Plain Jane."

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

"Of me ?"

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

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

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why female child want to shew off their physical body and pull boy'care. Now I was starting to understand it. It made me experience so naughty. So wicked and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A aphrodisiac delight. A shiver ran through me as I entered my classroom and my instructor, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the sight of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back unbent 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 fine. I always listen to my mother.

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

I could n't assist the girlish giggle that burst from my sass. I had never made such a sound 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 lesson. I focused on his lecture like always. I felt all those boys staring at me. They were paying attention to me, not the teacher. I could n't avail the smile on my sassing. I could n't aid taking delight in it. This was everlasting. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so juicy and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my deterrent example when the doorway opened and my mother walked in holding shopping grip. Everyone 's question snapped over. The plastic rustled. I blinked at the mountain of her as she hurried over me.

"I bought these as fast as I could,"mother said."I 'm so pitiful for making you wear that baggy attire. Do n't worry, your mother will fix you into a sexy delight."

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

"It 's okay,"she said, a broad smile on her back talk. She dropped the shopping bag of apparel on the desk."mother is going to pass water everything right field. Now, stand up and let 's get those clothes off of you."

"Here !"I gasped as I found myself standing up, a naughty, wilderness tingle racing through my pussy.



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

The human beings had gone utterly mad today.

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

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

She clicked her tongue as she opened my blouse, shaking her head in disgust."This bra is not going to play. I 'm dreary, but I 've been buying you bras two size of it too lowly. I was just trying to naturalize these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, Mother reached behind me and unfasten my bra. I groaned as the imperativeness was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, large and pillowy sonant, hanging with their heavy weight. Both my nipple were laborious, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my widely areolas. Every boy in the schoolroom, Chris included, groaned at the pile of them.

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

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

My back straightened as I drank in the attractive feature.

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

"nether region yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my white meat the last squeeze, even me tingling. Her men and slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending moving ridge of heat washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a gamy password to use for my cunt ; it made me palpate so sinful intellection it—clenched. I had this deep ache inside of me. I needed something to penetrate my virgin depths. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

female parent 's paw reached my skirt. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastener. She found it while my body trembled. My large, divulge chest swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the svelte bowel movement of my bountiful tits.

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

SMACK !

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

"Sexy Delight,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear clobber like this geezerhood ago. I 'm so dreary, Heather. I 'm going to be a estimable female parent 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 boys see those naughty panties clinging to my ass. Her helping hand pushed down on the middle of my back, bending me over halfway. My breasts swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his voice so throaty. Mother 's handwriting kept smooching over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussy aching. I grew so wet.

SMACK !

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

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

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

mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide the waistband of the bird, ready for me to step into it. My large tits jiggled as I did just that, my twist swaying down my book binding. start, my mightily leg and then my leftfield leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calf, brushing my satiny thighs.

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

mother pulled the skirt up and over my rear end. The waistband hugged low on my rose hip, the doll barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would scud my naughty panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of girl I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a wicked whimper that had my large boob swaying and brushing together.

My nipples throbbed. I wanted to disturb them. I wanted to bear on my pussy, but I was surrounded by my classmate. No masturbating right now. I would get to waitress until I got nursing home to delight myself for the first time.

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

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

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

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me shudder. This wicked heat pellet down to my juicy pussy. I groaned as my panty felt so fuddled. 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 skirt. There were no arm. It looked like a subway system of bright-red cloth, the same hue as my panties. How could that comprehend anything ?

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

Mom pulled the vacuum tube top down my branch and worked it down my head. There was a flare of red that filled my vision, and then she was pulling the stretchy stuff over my large knocker. I gasped as my hard mamilla drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the material, making for certain that fit my large chest perfectly.

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

I gasped as she gave me a buss on the brim. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this wild upsurge through me. All the boys exploded into hand clapping. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a pack of ape. I shuddered as the speech sound 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 occupy thing to designate you."

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my pussy tingling. Gosh, I really, really need to play with myself. My finger's breadth itched should just slide beneath my short, suddenly 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 middle flicked to me, stirring with hunger as I sat down. My big breasts bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just expose for everyone to thirst over. The material gripped my breasts, letting them swing gratuitous. They were without support for the first meter in my life. I could feel everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a aphrodisiacal delight.

That day passed in a horny haze. I was so rag. So tidal bore to do things. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from class to class like a athirst pack of dogs. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could experience them pacing outside, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his back talk, his cock hard.

My virgin kitty ached to be filled.

I was so cognisant of my soundbox in my new wear. When I had to bend over, I could feel my dame sliding high-pitched and higher, revealing the bottom side 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 breasts would sway at the slightest motility. The stretchable tube top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My areolas. The material was so melt off you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valorous effort to soak up my pick, but I started feeling the gamey juice trickling down my thigh. My wench was so short, the Guy had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't give birth to buy my lunch today. All the guys were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my acquaintance Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the sexiest lady friend in the earth. I had never been felicitous. I hummed in delight, my shoulders swaying, making my titties bounce for the boys'delectation. I groaned as they drooled like thirsty dogs.

When luncheon ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this wolfish smile on his lips."Would you like to total over to my business firm ? You know, hang out. Listen to some music. Just relax."

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

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

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

I was giddy all through my go few classes. Chris wanted to induce love to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy consistency while all alone at his menage. I could n't wait to tell Mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would pass along out. Sometimes, I would just clutch my desk, my entire body shaking, all the male child tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, classes were over. Chris was prepare to claim me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I emerged from my biology class, marking his dominion. A gamey frisson rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed discombobulate. I did n't care. I was going place with Chris.

My hapless, virgin cunt 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 halls, my titty bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the other guy scowled.

I was sure I would go 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 dame and couple stays she wore, the grim garment lifting her own surprisingly big breasts into boozer pitcher. She had healed, thigh-high iron boot and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

"That 's my sexy delight, not yours,"mother said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather skirt was so shortsighted 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 eyes as her free handwriting cupped my font. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was different from the earlier one. There was no mistaking this for a maternally kiss.

Her lingua jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the high temperature of rushing out of my snatch, my panties tingling around my pussy and hind end. I whimpered into her oral cavity, shuddering while the watching boy fit into the whoops and holla. This was so puzzle. I could n't believe this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her corset, my pap throbbing and aching.

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

"Mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my articulatio genus. 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 girdle. Her annulus swayed before me. I could smell out that prankish olfactory property of leather. There was another aroma beneath it. Spicy. That same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

"elevation my skirt and see what you 've done to me,"mother moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new apparel, imagining using all your new toy dog, just thinking about your sexy delight has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your face buried beneath my chick and see how wet you made your mother !"

I lifted the nominal head of female parent 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, chocolate-brown scrub but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy back talk were thick, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juice, that spicy fragrance filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her snatch, crapulence in her appearing. I spotted this picayune bud peeking out of a cocktail dress. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

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

"Just consume her, you sexy slovenly woman !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"female parent hissed."I 've been a dyke all my life. I tried to agitate it. I tried to venture I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to immerse my face between those lush breasts. I wanted to be the one to revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty delight. Now get that cheek buried in my snatch and make me cum. You have to love 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 folds. Her spicy juice coated my tongue. snatch was like nil I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hands grabbed her rose hip as I stroked my tongue through those thick lips. Her emollient coated my chin. My face. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My glossa lapped at her slit, stroking her flock 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 delight,"female parent moaned."playing period with my clitoris. 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 enjoy her. I get to pop her cherry."

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

I did n't make out. I did n't care. I just pressed my mouth into her thick pussy lips. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my glossa into her depths, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. Sir Thomas More and more of her spicy cream poured into my oral cavity. The sapidity ignited my predilection buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this disgustful sensation rippled through me.

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

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

Would mother progress to me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so mystify. Like the with child thing in the world. I wanted to kick in her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy lips. I sucked on her clit. I made her pant and moan, her large titty almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to take in her explode.

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

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

female parent sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so wonderful. I could n't wait for my number to experience it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy twat, gathering up all the incestuous cream that spilled out of her. My body trembled from the kick of this naughty, wanton act.

"holy motherfucker, Heather actually made her female parent cum !"the boy shouted.

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

"devotee that fumble !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty Book, my body trembling as I kept licking. female parent shuddered, her breast jiggling in the stays. With a groan, she took a step back, pulling her pussy from my human face. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy feeling of her pussy.

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

She reached into a bag, the outside sleek gray with a pair of bleak 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 penis. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the irradiation. It had segments almost like a caterpillar 's consistence. My virgin slit clenched, wondering what that would palpate like in me. The other end was capped by a smooth ball. mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her teat black red.

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

Her own way of popping my cherry.

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

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

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

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my feet. My short skirt flared, flashing my ruddy panties and those naughty words at the boys. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and hang over, pressing my dumbbell into the hood. My nipples throbbed at the physical contact, boozing in the rattling smell of the engine 's warmth bleeding through the metal. My hands flicked up my dame, my hip wiggling as I felt all those center on me, especially Mother's.

My thumbs hooked the waistband of my panty. I thrust them off my buns, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my bush soaked by my excitement.

My female parent clicked her tongue in exasperation."All that hairsbreadth has to go,"she said."When we get home base, I 'll teach you how to train your cunt."

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

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

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

"I 'll have that tattoo on your lower back. A tramp stamp that will let everyone recognise that your mommy 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my kitty-cat clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot material body. 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 fake rooster to ram into me to induce me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd founder me such pleasure. She 'd have me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

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

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

Mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a sharp flash lamp of painful sensation that was swallowed by a tidal waving of exaltation. The dildo slammed into my depths, the segmented body caressing my silky flesh. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her dense toy. Her crotch smacked into my prat, my body shuddering atop the bonnet of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

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

My expression scrunched up with bliss. Stars burst across my optic. I gasped and groaned, my pelvic arch wiggling, stirring my pussycat around her jab toy dog. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a feel over my berm, watching her aright boob bouncing, the left wanting to break free of her corset. Her face twisted with such while delight as she pounded my deflowered slit. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old puss difficult and fast.

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

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

"You 're gon na fag out war paint and look like a painted prostitute. My painted harlot. I 'll buy you a breast ticker. You 'll use it every day until your boobs start lactating. You drank my milk, now I want to fuddle yours !"

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

I was delirious. Feverish. Her every thrust brought me stuffy and closer to that fantastic explosion. My first coming. I was so energize for it. She slammed the thick dildo so deep in me, the segments caressing my silky flesh. She churned my bitch up. I hurtled towards that ecstatic moment.

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

"nookie your daughter until she comes like a fancy woman !"

"Oh, my little slut 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"mother hissed. She grabbed a handful of my hair's-breadth and yanked my head up. My breasts bounce before me as I gasped. My puss clenched around the segmented dildo.

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

She shoved my subway system top up, my wakeless breasts spilling into her compact handgrip. Her fingernails bit into my unexpended 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 voiceless I could cum.

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

"Yes !"I howled and orgasmed for the number one time.

It was amazing.

pyrotechnic detonated inside me as my puss convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My anatomy spasmed and writhed about that amazing gibe plunging over and over again into my cunt. It was beyond countersign. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the delight rushed through my body. I whimpered, shuddering.

Waves of rapture slammed through my body. They drowned my mind. I came so knockout, spots of wanton burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy pap heaving, my go away breast clutched in mommy 's tight grip. Her right hand gripped my tomentum, keeping my psyche pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the full college to hear.

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

"A dyke trollop 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 nous melted as I reveled in being my mother 's sexy delight.

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

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

I was going to relish the rest of my submissive life.

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The figure smiled, gladiolus that the panties were appreciated. The figure was eager for the side by side pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colors all blending together in a whirl of psychedelic passion. A single word, each alphabetic character printed in different, garish colouring, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

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

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