Mind-Control Panties

Story fifteen : Becoming a submissive Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The soma trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this secret plan was exquisite. It savored shaping young girl'creative thinker into its sluts. Turning good fille into whores, bad girls into virgins, and a unit Host of other naughty designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to actuate on to new amusements.

The figure of speech slipped unnoticed through the section computer memory. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its waterfall 's magic that this was the arrant place to chance her. To obtain the daughter who would wear the peculiar step-in. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocuous. On the back, in white letters, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A wonderful span of scanty for a Pres Young girl to wear.

A young girl taught by a hunky professor.

The anatomy reached where the section store sold its lingerie. It passed through a showing of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to draw in the attention of young women who were shopping with their female parent. One such female child was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

The figure shuddered as, with a effortless motion-picture show of its wrist, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The form slipped away, unnoticed by any of the mankind. It was quotidian. Just another being shopping there. The somebody'attention were on other affair. On fabric consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The figure trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling panties'biz began.

It slipped out of the stores as it felt its objective approach.

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal counterpart, born mo behind her pal Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers curtly while the girl 's fell in a tenacious and alcoholic wave down her book binding. They both had round faces and similar cheekbones. Courtney had drab centre from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

"I hear you 're becoming Mr. Rainier 's preferent,"Mrs. Taylor said to her daughter."A teacher 's pet."

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the scanty. Her breath caught as she stared at that exceptional pair. The give-and-take and Caucasian varsity letter beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

"I get having a crushed leather on an sometime man,"said Mrs Elizabeth Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be careful. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your heart broken."

The daughter gave a slim nod, utterly entranced by the panties. Her mother 's words were flowing through her mind.

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll conduct reward of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,"Mrs. President Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both prof at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own chronicle class."fountainhead, those are cute scanty. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the panties. The tingle rippled through her. Her mammilla hardened while her judgment thought of Mr. Rainier. And collars. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the female parent nor the girl noticed that the teller failed to ring up one pair of the step-in that the two women bought. A single item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Zachary Taylor did n't even think of the step-in by the time they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's warning dueled with the sudden lust to wear those panties and become her favorite teacher 's pet. Something in her rip recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's room, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so yearn it was second nature to me. I set the basket atop her dresser, measured not to commove her unicorn statue, and opened the top draftsman.

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the clean single already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Saame wraith as an apple. I blinked, remembering a calendar month ago we were shopping and she 'd grease one's palms these. I picked them up, a foreign prickling rippling through me. I shuddered, my mamilla hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delightful. The thoroughgoing affair to wear.

Teacher 's Pet.

Those Word echoed in my mind. I did n't lie with why, but I found myself slipping the panty into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my psyche, confused why I would steal my girl 's panties. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never washed them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to wear thin them, so it must be all right hand for me to take them. I could wear upon them. It would be mirthful. A teacher wearing panties intended for a teacher 's pet.

My own private joke tomorrow at when I taught my college students.

The idea set my mind alight with bore anticipation for the rest of the even. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny scabies inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my indigence. I did n't check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to slumber, my mind filled with foreign images. Collars. Students. It was all such a blur. A odds and ends of sexual impetus that left me frustrated when I woke up the adjacent morning.

The second I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be twenty-two years older than her, but I still had a great figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my tooshie. They hugged my bod. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my common, irksome panties.

I trembled as I left the victor bathroom, my husband stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd lain out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too cautious. I wanted something more fun. Something a footling lowly cut. I wanted to really show off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my W.C., the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy mounds.

I threw opened my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in long time. It was sorry and had such a plunging neckline. My married man bought it for me as a birthday present tense, not realizing just how much shape it showed off.

It was far more than than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my blazon into the arm. I loved the flavor of the silk against my chassis. I worked the buttons, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my knocker, just covering my bra while leaving the repose of my prominent area of Delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will keep the boys focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the back of my bedchamber door.

I slid my hands up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The panty tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfective. I ached to be such an breathing in for my boys. I needed to facilitate them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, son were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to realize it as engaging for them as potential.



My fingers dug into my knocker, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingles soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my skirt. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't much I could do, but I had great legs and a nice ass.

My curves would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a distich of five-inch heels, not my usual flats. I knew they would help to give definition to my rump and pattern to my sura. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could listen my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning chore. As I reached the stern of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin sister, his brownish hair cut short. A big grin spread across his lips as his regard rippled up and down my consistence.

"Well, mom, wow."

"Do you like it ?"I asked, this flirty, bubbly tone to my voice. I could n't help but giggle like I was 19 myself.

"Holy red cent, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her heart extensive as she held a enceinte jug of Milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her nous."You 're wearing that to school today ?"

"What 's so wrongfulness with this outfit ?"I asked."Your brother ilk it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her aspect tightened."Does Dad jazz you 're wearing that ?"

"Why would your dad forethought ?"I asked."I 'm just wearing this to get to sure I get the most out of my male child. I mean, look at Kenneth. He 's certainly paying attention to me."

"A corpse would pay attention to you, Mom,"Courtney muttered. She turned around and thrust the Milk into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my tyke while my married man was upstairs taking his long shower. He would just hold a cup of coffee before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had bother focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my breast. I could n't help but angle over and give him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boy.

I had both my Twin Falls in my moment category. I was teaching European story. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to bet with the large buttons of my blouse and give my boys a treat. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to pore all my attention on my boys.

My married man stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two youngster. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walk out of the house, Kenneth was right on my heel, such a skillful boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front buttocks much to Kenneth 's disappointment.

I rolled my heart. She and her brother were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a time, when they were tyke, when they did everything together. Then puberty happened.

I was sure enough another decennary they would be better ally. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till nineteen and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my step-in tingling, making my pussycat itch. The wet excitement soaked between my thighs. Class today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just love me. I would civilize them. I 'd make my male child so brilliant and overbold. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the integral ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the son were staring at me. Even the ones I did n't learn. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my pelvis swaying. I felt my annulus whispering over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the bounce to my tits. I especially savored how the son watched me.

I wanted to strut. I felt like a dirty money display dog on display, a bitch in her prime proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"commodity morning, Mrs Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eye all flicked up and down my consistency, noticing me.

I perched on a stool in nominal head of my first family, pegleg crossed, all the son crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something awry. It was n't my shift that all the son were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their strumpet'tight, new consistency. The son were finally free of the beguilement of all those scarce legal tarts.



My boys'hormones were focused on education now.

It just felt so veracious. But, as I taught that first class, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect theme while my first form filed out and I had to wait for the bookman of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat front and nerve centre before me, a big grin on his human face."Damn, mom, I am so ready to learn about history from you today."

"Oh, that 's so sweetened, Kenneth,"I said, smiling at him.

Courtney, who was slinking into the backrest of the elbow room, gagged. I did not recognize what was up with that lady friend today.

The other boys all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a tall guy with blonde hair's-breadth and a big nose sat to the right wing of my son while Lance, a buffer and tall black guy took the seat to his left hand. For once, he looked eager to discover as he stared at me perched on the fecal matter, his flannel teeth flashing between his thick lips. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red hair and lentigo across his face. Today, he did n't reckon bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James IV and Tommy all flooded into the nominal head row, staring at me.

I sat there, back straight, drinking in their attention.

When the utmost student walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her oral sex at the sight of me, I said,"trade good break of the day, son. Are you all eager to read today ?"

The male child all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such tidal bore hunger. I would hit this lesson so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to learn it all. They had to be inspired.

"I thought we 'd make a secret plan of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a large square just begging to be popped through its eyelet."For every question person gets right, a button will number undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four buttons on my blouse. Each question you get veracious, I 'll undo one. Four questions, and then I can shoot my blouse off, Next, I can—"

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her feet. She smacked both her bridge player down onto her desk."What the hellhole ?"

"Courtney, you need to be quiet, sit down, and let me learn my class."

"Thatch your class ?"she gasped, this look of shock on her face."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to hear,"I said."Now you girls postulate to exclude up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing fine. The male child are the 1 who need help learning."

"Yeah, shut up, Courtney,"Kenneth said."Mom 's teaching class her way."

"Mrs. Taylor, you 're such an stupefy teacher,"groaned spear. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.

"Yeah,"Rick said, his big nose so bold. I heard what they said about men with big noses ...

A hot tide rose through my bitch. I shuddered and squirmed on my dejection."Now, if the girlfriend would like to be good and not break us, I 'll begin."

"Yes !"Paul groaned. The nerdy guy was matter to in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

"Okay, what was the escort that nap Little Corporal was born ?"

Kenneth shot his hired hand up."August 15, 1769 !"

I beamed at him. As I popped the first square button through its eyelet, I purred,"That 's even off, Kenneth. Such a bright boy."

King James licked his back talk as he stared at my blouse opening, my large breasts still constrained. He could see the black bra now, half exposed.

"What was the date that he died ?"I asked, my regard sweeping across the boys.

Paul got his hired hand up first. The ginger had such a huge grin on his face."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned, my mamilla pressing hard against my bra. I popped the second gear push through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway undone, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the leisurely single are over, let 's dig into some real story,"I purred."Which revolt did he bottle up with the United States Army of Italian Republic ?"

There was silence for a moment, and then Rich shot his paw up. I nodded to him. He blurted out,"It was the 13 Vendémiaire Revolt."

I clapped my hands together in delight."Well done."My digit popped the 3rd push through its grummet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my belly."That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Austria ?"

It was James 's turn to hit up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his psyche, he said,"He was XXVI, rightfield ?"

"You 're not sure ?"I asked, having some fun toying with him.

"No, that 's it,"he said, staring at me as I played with that final push button."He was twenty-six."

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned.

I popped the last button through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my unruffled belly and my declamatory titty constrained in my Black person bra. All the girl were shaking their capitulum in the back of the schoolroom. I did not worry if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my son. The striptease artist was thoroughgoing. My boy were all so interested. They were all recalling affair right that they normally would bury.

Oh, God, this was just pose. I could n't believe I did n't cerebrate of this before.

I loved these racy step-in I wore. They were so urge. prickling rippled around my pussycat. The heat built and built in my snatch as my manlike scholarly person salivated over me. Young men were such ruttish matter. I was so happy I was channeling their lust in an appropriate direction. They would take so lots as they stared at my plentiful flesh.

I could n't wait to masturbate when I got home.

"Now, why did nap invade the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his paw up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to expand the Continental organization that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the Brits business deal route through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said,"You are such an intelligent, young man. I 'm so majestic of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a professor,"Lance muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now,"I said, reaching behind me and finding the hold of my bra."Get this succeeding one rightfield, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush mamilla. I know how you boys like them large and cushy and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a coterie of hungry dogs all wanting to mount the same squawk. I shuddered, my neck feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite topographic point. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to tint myself so badly.

I had to sharpen. I was here to teach my boys.

"Where did Napoleon Bonaparte get the better of the Prussians ?"I asked, my articulation a sultry purred.

"Oh, that was at the battle of ..."fishgig furrowed his brow."The battle of Battle of Jena and Auerstedt."

"Yes, that 's it,"I moaned. I unclasped my bra.

I brought my hands to the front man, pressing the cup against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my articulatio humeri, showing the boys that nothing was holding my bra on my boob except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the future one right, and you 're going to see every, last bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and eager, does n't it ?"

"fucking, yes, Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"Aston moaned.

"You 're the practiced fucking instructor ever,"Tommy groaned.

"I love you, Mom !"Kenneth moaned."Ask the question. I want to see those tits."

Courtney gagged. She was just jealous that her blood brother wanted to see my titmouse and not hers. She only had a pair of round knocker. Smaller than mine. It was a marvel that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"O.K.,"I purred, my snatch meld passion."Final question. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

"That 's such a fucking easy one,"muttered my daughter.

"holy person Helena !"shouted Paul as rich cried out,"The island of ideal Helena !"

"angel Helena !"burst from Lance.

"He was exiled to Saint Helena !"groaned my son, his oculus locked on me.

"Yes, he was,"I moaned and ripped away my bra.

I exposed my breasts to my eager male child. They all groaned. I could feel their oculus staring at my big, lush tits. My dusky nipples were so toilsome. I arched my back, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to lay down indisputable they got a in effect look at them. They swayed with a heavy joggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a good job,"I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my dope bounce."For your reward, I 'll do my lecture topless. I 'm for certain you 're all going to focus. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into more of the details of Napoleon I 's life. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

"Yes, Mrs. Taylor !"groaned from the son. My son licked his lips, looking so joyful.

"And you girls, I do n't want to hear a pipe out of you. You can just sulk in the back. I do n't care. I 'm here to teach my boys."

God, my slit was on fervidness.

I gave my lecture, striding back and forth between my boys. Their center followed my heaving tit. I shuddered, my naughty scanty soaking up my juice. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my biography. I shuddered, loving it. My cad clicked with every measure, giving a wanton rock to my hips.

That helped my white meat to jiggle.

I had this strange itching around my neck. I kept my neck opening as I taught, struggling to empathise what I was missing. But I maintained my focus. I taught my boys right up until the end of the time of day. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a candy kiss on the brow. They were all grinning as they left my course of instruction, all talking about how they were so bore for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male scholarly person were eager to get word. This was fantastic. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

rightfield then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of grade, I could n't do anything about it. I had year to instruct. I kept up my ecdysiast deterrent example, the girls all glaring at me in the spinal column. They were just jealous because I had liberal boobs than all of them, and that all the son wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a unity guy get a interrogative haywire. They got them all correct, letting me strip off my blouse and bra and then lecture topless for the relief of the hour. It was such a rush. Every female teacher needed to do this.

I had no idea what the male professors could do to inspire the boys.

The present moment college was done, I headed to the shop. Of course of action, in my eagerness, I forgot to take my children home, but they were 19. They could line up their own way. I bought my supplies. My new outfit. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't tire the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so bore for tomorrow 's course of instruction.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her head. She kept trying to talk to her founding father, but he was busy watching the secret plan. I made sure he had batch of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my tomentum. Kenneth followed me around, clearly aegir to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his nozzle and purred,"You 'll just have to wait and see tomorrow, okay ?"

"God, I ca n't await. Your titty are amazing, Mom."He grinned at me."Can I extend to them ?"

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm sure you have homework to do. It 's not just my year that you need to excel at. You have to be near at all of them."

He darted off. It was wonderful to see him working hard for once. He was buckling down.

Unlike his babe ...

I was half tempted to shit her stay home from course of instruction. I did n't need her negativity in my division tomorrow. I was all about the positivistic. Helping my male child to dominate their lessons. They had to master their noesis. I could n't hold back to help them. I was so wet and horny.

While my married man was snoring on the recliner downstairs, passed out from all the beers I 'd given him, I went upstairs and masturbated.

Hard.

I thought about all my male person students. I picture them one by one fondling my breasts and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussy. I imagine their young cock sliding into me. They fucked me firmly in my imagination. They pounded me. fishgig and his big, black gumshoe. St. Paul with his passionate push. Even my own son.

He was still one of my students. It did n't count if it was incest. I had to make for certain that he dominated his example and took charge of his educational activity. I came so hard thinking about Kenneth being in me. My pussycat rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of racy cerebration. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morning to get set up. I could discover my hubby grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't have got to imbibe all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got ready. I made surely my ramification were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making certainly my pubic hair were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl jade. I was a mature woman. A sexy teacher.

I was just so commove as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my magnanimous boob struggling to miss. I wore a bra, but only for that first socio-economic class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one endure prison term before I implemented my new program during my second class.

After all, my son deserved to experience it first. He was such a vivid bookman.

When we left for college, my girl defiantly sat in the forepart seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my doll was. It was curtly. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my pussy.

Of course, I was n't wearing any pantie beneath. Not even that particular pair. They would just get in the way. My Teacher 's Pet scanty were amaze, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson programme firmly set in my mind.

"So you 're not even repentant that you 've become a fancy woman,"Courtney continued.

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not hear your blood brother working on his homework all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just drop all your meter bothering your don instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some reason. Well, I was inspired by the panties I 'd stolen from her. If she just put those on a month ago, maybe she would 've found a way to inspire her teacher. Maybe she would have become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

Well, they were my panties now.

God, all the boy would love me. They were all waiting out in front end of the college. They wolf-whistled when they saw me strutting on my five-inch heels. My dame barely covered my ass. If any coed wore a dame that short, she 'd be politely asked to go home. Not me, I was a instructor.

I strolled through the building and marched past my boys. They were all so athirst. All quick to predominate their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my first class. It was n't the true rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the ecdysiast. I showed off my breasts to the excited male child. I lectured to them topless, but all I could think about was the special detail in my bag. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The special delectation that would pass on a lesson to my boy they would never forget.

Finally, my second class had arrived. I was ready to follow out my new learning scheme. The boys were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the get-go to show up. The buff and grandiloquent Afro-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big cock.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, young man. God, he was so handsome. He had a big grin as he took his can. copious followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and Saint James and Tommy and Saul all took their seats. They were all cook to ascertain. All staring at me with such passion on their faces. I could see they were make to reply questions.

"Did you boys contemplate hard ?"I asked, smiling at them.

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You comfortably believe I did, Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor,"spear groaned."First time I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a great job as your instructor,"I said, my fingers undoing the buttons of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last class topless. I did n't rile with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

"You 're not even pretending to pull in them ask questions now,"my girl asked from the back.

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading duty assignment that 's on the gameboard. That 's for all you girls. Just stay out of the boys'tomentum. I need to prepare them. I need to teach them to be dominating, warm young men who seize their education.

"Dad is totally going to split up you,"muttered Courtney.

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most important affair in the world a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my scholarly person. I stripped naked with pridefulness, letting my boys see my turgid, profuse breast and the trimmed, brown bush adorning my puss, I knew the Sojourner Truth. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the III and collar out of my purse. All the boy were staring at my naked body, drinking in the sight of my physique. The perfume of my tart kitty-cat reached my wind, filling my every inspiration with delight. My daughter stared at me in shock as I placed a midst, black-market catch around my cervix. I cinched it tight, loving the look of the leather around my throat.

This was what I was missing. A hot shiver ran through me. I was a pet in indigence of being controlled. If not, I would just be a idle bitch.

My boys needed to seize their academician futures with both paw and demonstrate their instructor who was the professional here.

I clipped the deuce-ace to my collar. Then I knelt before my boy. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the black, leather leash, wagging it back and Forth River."If you get the question right, you get to keep the leash. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"Holy fucking shit,"groaned rich, his big scent quivering.

"This is awing,"panted Kenneth."You 're the best, Mom."

"It 's Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor,"I said."Now, what twelvemonth did nap invade Russia. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a second before the other boys yelled out the answer.

I was so glad it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the triad towards him and said,"I 'm yours. I 'm yours until you cum. Then the next boy gets to respond a question."

"holy shit,"he said, grabbing my three in a trembling hand. He stood up, his cock tenting the front of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my sassing or my pussy or my asshole."

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's twin babe bolted to her ft."You ca n't fuck our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his denim, keeping my leash gripped in his right bridge player as he worked his fly spread. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my wages for getting the interrogation right. That 's all. appear at her. She needs to be fucked. That 's what you do with a teacher-pet, right ?"

"Yes,"I groaned.

Courtney hissed and then she sat down. She could have been a pet to her favorite teacher, but she did n't wear the panties in prison term. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to experience the joy of being dominated. Only I would n't swear out one man.

I would serve all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jeans down. Then his boxershorts. His cock popped out. He was expectant than his dada. My snatch clenched as I stared at that cock. That dick came from my organic structure, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous rush guess through me as he gripped my leash and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his dick into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my George Herbert Walker Bush and dribbled down my thigh. That tangy aroma swelled in strength. It filled my olfactory organ.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was perfect. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was glad that my son would ram that big cock into me and work me scream my head off in delight.

I groaned as he pressed his cock against my cunt rim. He rubbed his tip up and down, the diadem of his dick teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton groan burst from my sassing. Then his peter was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.

Slowly.

My son took his meter enjoying his academician reward. He pulled tight on the ternion, the collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his cock sink deeper and deeper into my puss. He reached towards my womb. The collar jangled, metal clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my twat around his girth.

My son bottomed out in me.

I had my Kenneth back in me.

My strapping, hunky son was all the way in my slit. I felt every inch of his dick. It was wonderful. I was gladiola I was both his instructor and his female parent. That I could be his pet and stroke his dick with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, satiny hairgrip of my twat. He moaned and thrust back into me with force play.

Not a slow slideway now, but a man taking his education in hand.

His clod smacked into my clit. pleasance sparked through me. I moaned. The boy all groaned in envy. They were all watching, bore for their turn to bonk me. It was incredible. This was an amaze treat. I was so glad he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his prick. I clutched hard, the pleasure edifice and building with every thrust.

"holy place shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs Joseph Deems Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy feels amazing ! Your cunt is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your instructor. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her toilsome. Your teacher is a slovenly woman. She 's a dirty bawd that needs your rooster fucking her. Ooh, ram that big peter into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mamma, is so thrilled you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm grip of the tether, tugging on my dog collar. That kept my brain up, my middle staring at the other pupil watching. The boys were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

Lance did have a big cock, sable and long. So did Rich. Paul 's was prissy and James had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't hold back to teach them all. To apply them an education they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Taylor !"My son moaned, his left deal sliding up my trunk. He still gripped the leash in his right hired man. He pulled tight, letting me experience that collar about my neck."hoot, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so grueling in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get naked and aid cultivate these putz !"I moaned.

That shut my daughter up. I did n't need her negativism. Not when I was worshiping my son 's big gumshoe.

His cock slammed so deep and hard in me. He churned me up. His balls smacked over and over against my clitoris. Sparks burst. The pleasance rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his peter penetrating my cunt. He buried his putz in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wonderful. unbelievable. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. The incestuous joy built and built inside my pussy with every thrusting of my son 's cock. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. Trickles of pick dribbled through my bush and ran down my thigh. My operose breasts swayed.

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his finger into my pillowy flesh. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His balls smacked into my clit. minuscule bursts of joy showered through my pussy. I was about to explode.

I was about to cum on my nineteen-year-old son 's turncock !

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a undecomposed pupil ! You 're mastering your lecherousness ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so intemperate !"

His hand squeezed my go out breast. He jerked on the leash. For a mo, my skyway collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wonderful. He was showing his domination of me.

"Do it !"he howled when he relaxed his handle."Cum on my dick, Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing cunt. Incestuous wafture of cloud nine washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the expiation I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other boys around me all stroked their shaft. Lance pettifoggery on his manus and rubbed it up and down his ebony cock. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right pinhead swung free people, trembling with my body. My son gripped my left tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming bitch. He growled out his boyish agitation. He slammed his dick so deep into my climaxing bozo. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

"nooky, Mom !"Kenneth groaned."Mrs. President Taylor ! Yes !"

Waves of rapture washed out of me with every hot blast of his jizz spilling into my puss. I groaned as my cunt milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop of incestuous seed out of my son 's cock. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was incredible to teach him. To show him how a subservient teacher-pet should act.

"Kenneth ! I 'm so majestic of you !"I moaned.

"ass, Mom,"he groaned."Damn !"

He spurted the last drop of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the leash. He stumbled back while I trembled through my bliss. I hit that wonderful peak as I stared out at the other boys watching. I had to give them another interrogative. It was so heavily to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

"How long did the Peninsular War last ?"I managed to ptyalise out.

"Fuck, was n't that six years ?"shaft groaned."Yeah, that was six year !"

"I 'm yours, Lance !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my cunt. The emollient soaked my bush.

The strong, Lester Willis Young Black guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so aegir to feel his shaft in me. I quivered there, both my laboured chest swaying. My collar jangled. I heard him groan. The male child watched with envy while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was sure they would all get a question correctly before the hour was over.

I gasped as lancet parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot expectoration landed on my asshole. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my naughty sphincter. He was going to use my bowel. He would fuck that huge peter into my anal retentive sheath.

"Yes !"I moaned."Use your teacher-pet however you want. victor your educational activity. You 're seizing what you want to watch ! Experience !"

"piece of ass yes I am, Mrs. Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my asshole. I groaned, aegir to take his huge, blackamoor dick in my bowels. My entire body quivered. I stared down at my leave behind hand. At the wedding pack I wore. I did n't need that any retentive. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boys. My husband already had his education.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"Fuck my dickhead so hard, shaft ! Be a good boy and use your teacher-pet !"

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom floor was drowned out by the cheering male child.

gig thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his cock stretched and stretched my anal ring. My sphincter did n't reject. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first time doing anal retentive, but I knew my trunk could handle it. I would love it. But all my hole were available for my sexy boys to use. spear wanted my ass, so he got it.

"holy place fucking shit !"I howled as his thick dick speared recondite and deeper into my bowel. He stretched my pitiful arse to its limitation. My anal retentive cocktail dress clenched around his ebony shaft. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, Lance ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound my piece of ass asshole until I explode !"

"You fucking know it, Mrs Elizabeth Taylor !"he moaned as he bottomed out in me.

I squeezed my bowel around his dick as he drew back. I heard him spit again and felt it splatter against my stretched-wide bunghole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my bowel. My breasts swayed from the shock. My full trunk stone. I gripped his cock with my motherfucker, savoring the velvety friction.

pleasance melted down to my cum-filled pussy. Thomas More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my pussy as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every plunge of his dick into my bowels. I loved that my hung student was fucking my prick.

lancet ptyalize each time his cock emerge. VII meter. eight times. Until finally, he was pumping with relief. He was working that putz in and out of my bastard. He was fucking me like the slut I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal sheath as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my leash as he fucked me. The other boy cheered him on.

"Sodomize the trollop 's asshole !"King James I shouted.

"Fuck that MILF 's besotted ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't expect to fuck her,"groaned rich people as he stroked his big cock."Damn, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking hunky-dory !"

I loved the attention.

My coming built faster and faster. gig fucked his cock in and out of me. He slammed into my depths and then pulled back. Over and over, his hawkshaw stimulated me. His testicle smacked into my taint. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't wait for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would spill so a great deal jizz in me.

I loved it. I savored being fucked by my Shirley Temple Black student.

His big dick drove me wild. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out Thomas More and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his mettle ran down my thighs. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying white meat. I grunted and groaned, my hands balled into fists. I was so close. Just a few Sir Thomas More strokes, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowels tight around Lance 's big dick. I wanted to cum on his ebony shaft."bread and butter fucking your teacher ! hold showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slut !"

"God fucking damn, you are !"Lance growled."Mrs. Taylor, you 're the crowing slut ever. I love it !"

His cock boring into my SOB combined with those dustup to take a crap me feel so wicked. I came.

His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The joy erupted in the depths of my kitty. The molten flood of passionateness surged through my dead body. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my headway and stared out at my boys.

Little sparks of luminousness danced around them. pyrotechnic celebrating the intensity of my sexual climax surging through me. My bastard spasmed and writhed around Lance 's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my asshole. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big shaft. My mind burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"Fuck !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking whore !"

"No, she 's a teacher-pet,"my son said with a big grinning. He stroked his prick soaked in my incestuous juices."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His cock buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowel. I reveled in his large shaft filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to explode in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't erupt. My mother fucker rippled around him, my orgasm burning through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a loud grunt, he ripped his putz entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the strong, Black student yanked hard on my leash. I gasped as he spun me around, my expectant tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony monster. I could sense the sour musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my mouth and swallowed his dirty cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The false flavor made me feel so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A small one. But it was wild and delicious as I showed my boys I was such a honest teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"Fucking Mrs. Taylor !"he growled."Suck it down my cock as you clean my big dick !"

I swallowed all his grand cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my mouth. He splashed the spunk into the back of my pharynx and then it flowed down my gullet to my venter. I loved it. I whimpered, my soundbox trembling. My apprehension jangled around my cervix. Lance grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my work bunghole. I reveled in the dirty savour mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every drop of my Black scholar 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a good teacher-pet.

I hoped the lady friend were watching and witnessing how they needed to educate their son. I hoped my daughter would understand. That she could get over her jealousy and bitterness from missing out on being a pet to her favorite instructor.

Instead, I got to be a pet for all my pupil. I was so lucky.

Lance dropped my terzetto as he ripped his cock out of my mouth."better ask your adjacent query, Mrs. Taylor."

Question ?

right. I needed to ask my son something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my students to fuck me. All my knowledge of Napoleon era seemed to take evaporated beneath the liquefied pleasure still simmering over my mind. I groaned, feeling my male child staring at me with expectant hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

"What 's 5 plus 5 ?"I shouted out.

"10 !"rich, Paul, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the fuck !"gasped my girl."That 's a dubiousness a first base grader could get !"

"They got it, though,"I moaned."Until they cum, they get to use me however they like."

"I call dibs on her pussy,"Rich said and snagged up my terzetto first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your nerve so hard, Mrs. Zachary Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his mitt through his red pilus. His rooster thrust out before him.

I licked my mouth and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the floor. He held his dick upright with his left hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his body. My fleshy knocker swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my pussy, dripping with my son 's incestuous germ, to rich people 's hard cock. I impaled myself down his dick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My kitty-cat loved it.

I groaned, my asshole aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock deep and hard in my bowels. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Saul was grabbing a fistful of my brown hair. He jerked my head to the right and rammed his pecker into my athirst mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was unbelievable. I sucked hard on Paul 's cock. My pussycat gripped Rich 's thick dick as I worked my pelvic girdle, sliding up and down his girth. My bunghole welcomed Tommy 's hard dick as he pumped away at my bowel over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The other I were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Paul 's turncock. I nursed with thirstiness. His precum coated my lingua, giving me a prevue of the pleasure to add up. My hands pressed on Rich 's shoulders. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his prick. I pumped up and down his cock, matching Tommy 's hard rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety clash in my bowels mixed with the silky joy of my pussy. I loved it. I clutched both my holes around my big, firm boys. I whimpered around Paul 's dick as I pleased my other two students. My cunt and bowels drank in the wonderful friction. Over and over, I was filled with firmly cocks.

"Fuck, you 're so fuddled,"grunted Tommy. His hired hand slid around and grabbed my heavy mammilla. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the piece of ass salutary teacher ever, Mrs. Deems Taylor !"

"Fuckin'A, you are !"moaned rich people, his big dick filling my pussy on every downstroke.

"Mrs. Taylor !"groaned Paul as he pumped his cock in and out of my back talk."You 're going to deep-throat my dick, are n't you ?"

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could care it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his shaft. He slammed his cock all the way into the astuteness of my oral fissure as my other two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old putz. When Paul brush the back of my throat this fourth dimension, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His gumshoe slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my back talk and nose. His orchis smacked heavily into my chin.

I was truly being fucked in all three of my holes.

rich was thrusting up as I rode his tool. Tommy pounded my asshole with his hefty CVA, his fingers kneading my labored breasts. St. Paul grunted as he slammed his cock down my throat over and over. I loved the smack of his heavy balls on my mentum. The impact of his Nut, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to swamp my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed miserly around Rich 's stopcock and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my hip joint, stirring my pussy and whoreson around their shafts. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's cock driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was perfective. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my nipples. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasance slammed down to my cunt. I was on the verge of exploding again. Another orgasm that would ripple through my body. My three boys were given me such seventh heaven. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul 's shaft while my pussy convulsed around rich people 's hammer. Tommy drove his knockout dick into my writhing bowels. All three male child groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of raptus. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boys'dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my prick."You feel so good ! Fuck !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that wonderful spurt of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so different from in my pussy. I got to experience that delight a minute later as rich groaned. His prick flooded my pussy with his nerve. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor ! You 're the well !"moaned rich people as he spilled his ejaculate in me.

"Fuck,"Paul the Apostle groaned and slammed his cock all the way down my throat. My vocal electric cord hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The moving ridge of raptus were flooding through me."Mrs. President Taylor !"

Apostle of the Gentiles pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my esophagus. I shuddered, savoring every stopping point moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my dead body. I quivered. It was such a delight. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my maw being flooded with my son'cum.

My pussy and bastard drained Rich and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every last dip of his cum in my mouthpiece. Then I had other boys who needed to suffice head. Aston and James and Henry and more. All my boys needed to screw me. I shouted out inquiry. round-eyed ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many sides does a trilateral experience ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and Forth River. I never wanted this lesson to end, but when it did, I had a solid new division of male child to fuck me. They would all continue their education and ream my naughty kettle of fish.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my son'cocks buried in my puss or asshole or mouthpiece, I was happy. I was so gladiola I stole those scanty from my daughter 's dressing table drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every last boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure trembled at the end of its concluding panties game.

It would find new delectation, new ways to amuse itself. This last plot had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the scanty.

The misapprehension had created something dotty. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her mother was the pet to every utmost boy she could find.

The thaumaturgy would ensure that no one except the stubborn Courtney would cogitate anything was wrong. They would all swallow the new Mrs. Taylor. The other prof, the administrator of her college, and her educatee would all think what she was doing was with child. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae profligate in her. A niggling drop the had immunized her from its conjuring trick.

Something so subtle, it had n't noticed it.

The frame turned to his workbench, contemplating what its next plot should be. There were so many ways for a fairy to disport itself. The anatomy would find something new. Something risky. The speech sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the speech sound stirring its imagination.

This game was over, and a new game was about to begin.

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties tarradiddle