Megan's Mom

I waited cashbox my parents finally left the home. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to centre on my homework, I bent over my books and scan the assignment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook computer. They were finally quick to go. My mom was telling me to be careful and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to catch some tv once I was done with my homework. Of form that was a lie. The moment I heard the car showtime and drive away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my papa function. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical companionship. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to raise and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a slope outcome the patient would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my father had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to trade that dirt.

I didn't care about the ethical motive of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘ Mind Control.'For calendar month now I'd been fantasizing about Megan's mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader team and Megan's mom always picked us up. She washed our uniforms and sowed the bows back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and kink, I saw it on her data processor, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink up so badly.

I opened the drawers of my father's desk and found an array of medicine. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a powder, a drink, a gang of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my scoop.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's sign of the zodiac. Her mother opened the doorway, she was wearing a dark pencil skirt with a silk blouse.

‘ Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a lovesome and care voice. ‘ Megan isn't abode rightfulness now.'

I suppressed the impulsion to say that I already knew that. ‘ fountainhead maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need someone to blab to.'

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a saucy flowery perfume. ‘ O please beloved, call me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's unseasonable ?'

We went inside the theater. She invited me to sit on the couch and offered to make me some tea.

‘ I'll make it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the piss I looked through the medication in my pocket. I skimmed over the data cusp and side impression, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spray could also be interesting to experiment with later this evening.

I crushed the short pill under a spoonful and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front of her.

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

She insisted that it wasn't a problem at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her lips pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the gold colored tea slipping into her oral cavity, knowing that it would make her a sedated malleable puppet, it made me horny. I felt my slit throbbing and crossed my legs.

‘ Spill the attic,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's awry, sweety.'

I made up a story about boys, an advise doubtfulness. She listened carefully. I kept watching her dummy behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and round, the mamilla prodding through the white fabric. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a little bit, her speech got a slight bit slurred and she couldn't seem to centre.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even with child effect if I waited some more ? I kept on talking, too anxious, too shy to actually do something.

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's eyes closed for a spell and she grabbed her own head. ‘ I don't know what's wrongly with me. I just feel so vertiginous all of a sudden. I can't seem to focus. Maybe I need some water.'She tried to get up.

‘ I'll get it.'I said. ‘ You stay here.'I ran to the kitchen filled a glass with water and a got another pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the minuscule pill. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank look on her face. ‘ Tricia.'I said to seize her attending. ‘ Here admit this pill.'

Still with that same clean look on her face she picked the small snowy pill from my hand and put it in her sass. ‘ I'm sorry, Jenny,'she said. ‘ I just sense so weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up next to her and stroke her whisker. ‘ That doesn't affair miss Abberdeen.'

‘ I just feel like … I don't know … I feel confused and tired, like I can't think, like I can't understand ... like ... what's going on ?'

‘ wellspring you gave me a lot of advise on son, but actually I wanted to pick up More about girls and women.'I let my handwriting wander over her face, tickling her neck opening then finally cupping one of her big bosom. It was slightly wakeless, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

She watched. Confused. ‘ flavour nice,'she mumbled. ‘ But are you suppose to do that ?'

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to have-to doe with you more, you want to submit to my cutaneous senses, submit to my wishes.'My heart was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my twat was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nothing happened.

Again I cupped her boob, her middle closed in pleasure, her backtalk parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her bosom into my finger's breadth. So apparently my proffer had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my handwriting under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so delicate, it dented beneath my fingerbreadth, I pushed my paw further until I found the mammilla. Carefully I massaged the petty nodule. She was panting, her center closed, a soft moan every once in a while.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

‘ Call me schoolmarm,'I said, ‘ I'm your mistress and your my slave.'

‘ Yes schoolmistress,'she said willingly.

A explosion of arousal flooded my body. It would mould. It was working already. Her intellect was indeed as pliable as a while of Henry Clay. Nervous prickling. I bent over and adjure my backtalk against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my clapper into her backtalk. In between my peg my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen hard worker,'I said to her. ‘ I know about your secret, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computer. You wouldn't want anyone to find out would you ?'

‘ No, mistress,'she said.

‘ So maybe you should do as your told, maybe you should let yourself be trained to be my little slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So tell me, where do you keep your rope ?'

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the chamber. It was a nice big bed with red satin sheets, that were very voiced and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sorts of miniature. I picked up a prospicient soft rope and twisted it around my own arm.

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her shoulder joint, she unzipped the pencil doll and pushed it past her rosehip. She was beautiful, she had nice stacked hips and a indulgent pot. In her underpants she stood in front end of me. I ordered her to come close and I slid my script in between her legs. I felt a damp muggy spotlight in her panties.

‘ You're such a horny little hard worker,'I said. I felt her thigh clenching my fingers, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, schoolmarm,'she said.

I grabbed the circle tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video recording's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the forget me drug around her torso, I remembered every single gradation. I tied up her dummy, so they were nice and round and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a burl over her button that would labor into her everytime she moved and then I ordered her to lay down on the bed and I secured her firmly until she was completely helpless and ineffectual to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and writhe.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her soft skin. She was getting corneous and horny, she seemed to rub her pussy over the Mexican valium on purpose. I caressed her and wondered if I could work her cum.

‘ Now slave,'I said, ‘ You're getting so steamy, so incredibly horny, you're approaching orgasm quicker and quicker, it's building up more and more.'

Her middle were closed, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her dead body started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her body in awe. I rubbed my finger over my puss. I just couldn't ascendance myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My puss rubbing against hers, against the gnarl that was there. I was rocking back and forth getting hornier and corneous.

I pushed my fingerbreadth into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a G fourth dimension, I didn't want to feel myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was compensate in her face. I sat down and held myself at the head control panel. Everytime she breathed out I felt a flabby pushover whizzing past my pubis.

‘ Lick me,'I said. ‘ joystick out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a ardent wet agile glossa skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with rousing. My hands squeezing into the head table. I could hardly contain myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her tongue bumped into my trivial clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing delight bursting through my body. I was in Heaven, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the residue of my lifetime. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too drown with pleasure and arousal. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. external respiration. Slowly external respiration, while the last tail of my coming subsided.

‘ Are you alright, sweety,'she asked me.

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfective tense. Wow.'

‘ You are perfect'she said.

I pushed myself upwards, and looked into her brass. Was she still drugged or had the drugs flushed through her system already ? I didn't know. It was making me pit. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that nebuliser that had also intrigued me. I searched for the piffling spray can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will bury everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to do me, want to be my hard worker. Knowing I'm your mistress, knowing you should do exactly as I tell you, just turns you on, doesn't it ?'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ And you don't want anyone to find out about it, so maybe it should be our piffling secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the little spray bottle as I studied the information pamphlet. I followed the instruction. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a fiddling huff into her face. A Henry Sweet mist came out that landed over her nose and sass.

Her heart started rolling in her head. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her body was going gimp already. I gave her another commodity puff. Now her eyes closed completely and her head slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all evidence that I had been there. Slowly I closed the door behind me and went rest home. Tomorrow at cheer drill I would ask her to contribute me some water, that would be a simple assignment to start with, to see if it would take a leak her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other thing I could build her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her to a greater extent of those oral contraceptive pill until she was addicted to me .