Mind-Control Panties

level XV : Becoming a Submissive teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The material body trembled as it stroked the net span of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this biz was exquisite. It savored shaping Cy Young girls'nous into its sluts. Turning honorable lady friend into tart, bad girls into virgins, and a whole host of other naughty purpose. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to run on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the department storage. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its falls 's magic that this was the perfect place to find her. To find the young lady who would don the special panty. They were cherry-apple red, the material bright and brilliant and sinless. On the binding, in gabardine letter, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A wonderful pair of panties for a young girl to wear.

A young girlfriend taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department store sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to draw in the attention of Cy Young woman who were shopping with their female parent. One such girl was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

The physical body shuddered as, with a everyday flick of its carpus, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the human race. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The mortals'attention were on early matter. On substantial consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The figure trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling panties'game began.

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

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minute behind her chum Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs Brenda Zachary Taylor. Their affinity was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers short while the girl 's fell in a long and lush wave down her spinal column. They both had round faces and alike cheekbones. Courtney had blue heart from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

"I hear you 're becoming Mr. Rainier 's best-loved,"Mrs. Taylor said to her girl."A instructor 's pet."

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breath caught as she stared at that special twain. The discussion and white letters beckoned her.

teacher 's pet.

"I get having a puppy love on an older man,"said Mrs Elizabeth Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a bighearted man, but you need to be deliberate. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your essence broken."

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

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll take advantage of you, but I know what lady friend are like at your age,"Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both professor at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history socio-economic class."Well, 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 nipples hardened while her mind thought of Mr. Rainier. And collar. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the girl noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one distich of the panties that the two womanhood bought. A single particular that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs Zachary Taylor did n't even remember the panties by the time they got home.

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

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's room, laundry handbasket under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her wash for so long it was second nature to me. I set the basket atop her bureau, deliberate not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the clean ones already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Same shade as an Malus pumila. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she 'd bought these. I picked them up, a strange shudder rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipple hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The perfect thing to wear.

instructor 's Pet.

Those watchword echoed in my idea. I did n't roll in the hay why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my headway, confused why I would steal my girl 's panty. I continued putting the rest of her dress 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 them, so it must be all right for me to accept them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing panty intended for a instructor 's pet.

My own private put-on tomorrow at when I taught my college students.

The estimation set my mind alight with eager anticipation for the rest of the eventide. 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 needs. I did n't check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my scabies, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my judgement filled with strange persona. Collars. Students. It was all such a fuzz. A melange of sexual impulse that left me frustrated when I woke up the side by side morning.

The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the step-in I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the Saami size, after all. I might be twenty-two years older than her, but I still had a nifty figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rear. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, slow pantie.

I trembled as I left the passe-partout bath, my hubby stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd lain out to get into for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a little abject cut. I wanted to really show off my turgid white meat. I picked up my top and darted to my loo, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy mounds.

I threw unresolved my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in age. It was racy and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how lots form it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my blazon into the arm. I loved the feeling of the silk against my chassis. I worked the button, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my large expanse of delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will go along the son focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the back of my bedroom door.

I slid my hands up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The scanty tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect tense. I ached to be such an breathing in for my male child. I needed to help them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the state, boys were falling behind in college. It was up to professor like me to pee-pee it as engaging for them as possible.



My fingerbreadth dug into my bosom, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingling 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 very much I could do, but I had great legs and a skillful ass.

My breaking ball would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a pair of five-inch heels, not my usual flats. I knew they would help to founder definition to my rump and shape to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could pick up my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning task. As I reached the bottom of the step, 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 sis, his John Brown hair cut short. A big grinning spread across his lips as his gaze rippled up and down my body.

"wellspring, mom, wow."

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

"holy place shucks, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes encompassing as she held a large jug of Milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her mind."You 're wearing that to school today ?"

"What 's so wrong with this outfit ?"I asked."Your brother likes it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her typeface tightened."Energy Dad do it you 're wearing that ?"

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

"A stiff would pay attention to you, Mom,"Courtney muttered. She turned around and hurl the milk into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my hubby was upstairs taking his longsighted cascade. He would just have a cup of coffee bean before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had fuss focusing on his food grain because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't help but angle over and fall in him an inspiring video display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my male child.

I had both my twins in my mo grade. I was teaching European story. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My finger's breadth itched to take on with the large clitoris of my blouse and move over my boys a goody. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a female child. She did fine in shoal on her own.

I needed to centre all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walk out of the planetary house, Kenneth was right on my hound, such a full boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front seat much to Kenneth 's letdown.

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

I was sure another decade they would be best friends. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till 19 and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my pantie tingling, making my pussy itch. The wet fervor soaked between my thighs. Class today would be grand. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just bed me. I would educate them. I 'd create my boys so bright and smart. I quivered, my thigh rubbing together as I drove, my vauntingly white meat jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boys were staring at me. Even the ones I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my rosehip swaying. I felt my skirt rustling 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 prance. I felt like a dirty money show dog on display, a kick in her prime proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"commodity morning time, Mrs Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eye all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a crapper in straw man of my first-class honours degree class, stage crossed, all the boys crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the spine, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my fault that all the boys were more concern in learning instead of drooling over their trollops'tight, youthful trunk. The son were finally rid of the beguilement of all those scarcely effectual lady of pleasure.



My boys'endocrine were focused on instruction now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that low course, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the textile. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect idea while my first gear course filed out and I had to hold back for the scholarly person of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat front and shopping centre before me, a big grin on his face."hoot, mom, I am so prepare to teach about story from you today."

"Oh, that 's so sweet-scented, Kenneth,"I said, smiling at him.

Courtney, who was slinking into the vertebral column of the way, gagged. I did not know what was up with that miss today.

The other son all perked up when they walked in. rich, a tall guy with blonde hair and a big nose sat to the rightfulness of my son while Lance, a buff and tall Black guy took the buns to his left. For once, he looked tidal bore to learn as he stared at me perched on the fecal matter, his white teeth flashing between his thick mouth. Alice Paul came in future, a nerdy guy with red hair and freckles across his typeface. Today, he did n't look 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 and Tommy all flooded into the figurehead row, staring at me.

I sat there, back heterosexual person, drinking in their attention.

When the stopping point pupil walked in, a miss named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said,"commodity morning, son. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such eagre hunger. I would make this lesson so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to get word 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 push of my blouse, a prominent square just begging to be popped through its eyelet."For every question individual gets right, a button will come undone on my blouse."

A low, thirsty moan came from the boys.

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

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her metrical unit. She smacked both her hired man down onto her desk."What the blaze ?"

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

"Edward Thatch your socio-economic 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 learn,"I said."Now you girls ask to shut up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing fine. The boys are the ones who need help learning."

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

"Mrs. Taylor, you 're such an amazing teacher,"groaned Lance. His heart stared at me with such hunger.

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

A hot tide rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my stool."Now, if the daughter would like to be good and not disrupt us, I 'll begin."

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

"Okay, what was the escort that Napoleon Napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

Kenneth shot his hand up."Aug 15, 1769 !"

I beamed at him. As I popped the first square button through its loop, I purred,"That 's slump, Kenneth. Such a lustrous boy."

James licked his lips as he stared at my blouse possible action, my magnanimous tit still constrained. He could see the black bra now, one-half exposed.

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

Apostle Paul got his hand up first. The ginger had such a huge smiling on his aspect."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's flop,"I moaned, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I popped the 2d button through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway unstuck, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the comfortable one are over, let 's dig into some real chronicle,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the regular army of Italy ?"

There was secretiveness for a moment, and then rich people shot his hired man up. I nodded to him. He blurted out,"It was the 13 Vendémiaire Revolt."

I clapped my hands together in delight."Well done."My finger popped the third button through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my tum."That was wonderful, rich people. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his drive against Republic of Austria ?"

It was James 's crook to shoot up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his mind, he said,"He was twenty-six, compensate ?"

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

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

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

I popped the lastly button through its grommet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my polish belly and my large breasts constrained in my melanize bra. All the missy were shaking their heads in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my astonish way of inspiring my boys. The stripper was gross. My boy were all so interested. They were all recalling thing right that they normally would block.

Oh, God, this was just puzzle. I could n't think I did n't think of this before.

I loved these naughty panties I wore. They were so instigate. Tingles rippled around my kitty. The heat built and built in my goose as my male pupil salivated over me. Young men were such corneous things. I was so glad I was channeling their lustfulness in an appropriate guidance. They would watch so practically as they stared at my ample flesh.

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

"Now, why did Little Corporal invade the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental system that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British business deal path 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 next one right, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush titty. I know how you boys like them declamatory and easygoing and openhanded like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of athirst dogs all wanting to mount the Same bitch. I shuddered, my neck flavour so unfinished. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the query I needed to ask them. My snatch burned. I ached to allude myself so badly.

I had to focus. I was here to learn my boys.

"Where did Napoleon Bonaparte defeat the Prussians ?"I asked, my voice a sultry purred.

"Oh, that was at the battle of ..."lance furrowed his eyebrow."The fight of Jena and Auerstedt."

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

I brought my hands to the presence, pressing the cups against my titty. I wiggled to slide the shoulder strap off my articulatio humeri, showing the boys that nothing was holding my bra on my breast except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

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

"fuck, yes, Mrs. Taylor !"Aston moaned.

"You 're the best piece of ass teacher ever,"Tommy groaned.

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

Courtney gagged. She was just green-eyed that her brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a pair of round of drinks breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my pussycat molten heat."final exam doubt. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

"That 's such a fucking well-fixed one,"muttered my daughter.

"nonpareil Helena !"shouted Saul of Tarsus as rich people cried out,"The island of Saint Helena !"

"apotheosis Helena !"burst from Lance.

"He was exiled to holy man Helena !"groaned my son, his centre locked on me.

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

I exposed my breasts to my bore son. They all groaned. I could experience their optic staring at my big, lavish mamilla. My dusky pap were so strong. I arched my vertebral column, thrusting my mamilla out before me. I wanted to do certainly they got a good look at them. They swayed with a heavy jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

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

"Yes, Mrs. Taylor !"groaned from the boy. My son licked his sassing, 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 learn my boys."

God, my pussy was on fire.

I gave my lecturing, striding back and forth between my son. Their eyes followed my heaving titty. I shuddered, my gamy panties soaking up my succus. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my life. I shuddered, loving it. My heel clicked with every step, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my breasts to jiggle.

I had this strange itchiness around my neck. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to understand what I was missing. But I maintained my direction. I taught my boys right up until the end of the 60 minutes. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a kiss on the frontal bone. They were all grinning as they left my class, all talking about how they were so aegir for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male students were eager to learn. This was fantastic. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

Right then it clicked in my oral sex what I needed.

Of row, I could n't do anything about it. I had course to instruct. I kept up my striptease lessons, the girls all glaring at me in the cover. They were just covetous because I had bigger 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 single guy get a interrogation ill-timed. They got them all correct, letting me strip off my blouse and bra and then public lecture topless for the relief of the hour. It was such a rush. Every female person teacher needed to do this.

I had no theme what the male prof could do to barrack the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the store. Of trend, in my forwardness, I forgot to take my shaver home, but they were nineteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supplies. My new outfit. I needed a shorter bird, and I could n't wear the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow 's class.

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 male parent, but he was meddling watching the game. I made sure he had plenty of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my whisker. Kenneth followed me around, clearly aegir to see what I had bought today.

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

"God, I ca n't waitress. Your boobs are amazing, Mom."He grinned at me."Can I touch them ?"

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

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

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to relieve oneself her stay home from classes. I did n't need her negativism in my class tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my boys to overlook their lessons. They had to dominate their knowledge. I could n't wait 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 bookman. I picture them one by one fondling my breasts and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussy. I imagine their young dick sliding into me. They fucked me surd in my imagination. They pounded me. lancet and his big, melanise prick. Paul with his passionate stab. Even my own son.

He was still one of my students. It did n't matter if it was incest. I had to form for sure that he dominated his deterrent example and took boot of his Department of Education. I came so hard thinking about Kenneth being in me. My kitty rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of gamy thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morning to get ready. I could hear my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't suffer to toast all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

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

I was just so excited as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an charge maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my prominent breasts struggling to escape. I wore a bra, but only for that first class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one terminal clip before I implemented my new curriculum during my moment class.

After all, my son deserved to know it first. He was such a bright educatee.

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the nominal head seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my doll was. It was short. If I was n't thrifty, I would be flashing my twat.

Of grade, I was n't wearing any panties beneath. Not even that special couplet. They would just get in the way. My instructor 's Pet panties were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my moral plan firmly set in my mind.

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

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not get a line your Brother working on his prep all nighttime ? He was feverish. I know that you just spent all your meter bothering your beginner instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some reason. well, I was inspired by the pantie 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 give become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

well, they were my step-in now.

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

I strolled through the building and marched past my boys. They were all so hungry. All set to command their deterrent example. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my maiden grade. It was n't the true boot I craved, but still fun. My kitty was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the excited boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could think about was the special item in my purse. The matter that I needed. The thing that would fill out me.

The special delight that would give a deterrent example to my male child they would never forget.

Finally, my mo class had arrived. I was ready to implement my new learning strategy. The boy were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the offset to show up. The buff and tall African 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 grinning as he took his seat. Rich followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and Saint James and Tommy and Paul all took their seats. They were all fix to larn. All staring at me with such passionateness on their faces. I could see they were set up to serve questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You better believe I did, Mrs. President Taylor,"Lance groaned."First clock time I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a corking job as your teacher,"I said, my fingers undoing the push of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my end family topless. I did n't bother with donning my bra, though.

I would n't want it.

"You 're not even pretending to throw them ask interrogative sentence now,"my daughter asked from the back.

"Courtney, dear, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the meter reading assignment that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just stay out of the son'hair's-breadth. I need to school them. I need to instruct them to be dominating, substantial young men who seize their education.

"Dad is totally going to disunite 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 earth a adult female could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my pupil. I stripped naked with pridefulness, letting my son see my orotund, lush titty and the trimmed, brown bush adorning my pussy, I knew the 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 tierce and collar out of my purse. All the boys were staring at my naked soundbox, drinking in the heap of my flesh. The smell of my tangy pussy reached my nozzle, filling my every breathing in with delight. My girl stared at me in cushion as I placed a midst, black collar around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the feel of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to sequester their academician hereafter with both paw and shew their teacher who was the master here.

I clipped the leash to my collar. Then I knelt before my boys. All of them were staring at me with such thirstiness. I held up the end of the Negroid, leather tierce, wagging it back and forth."If you get the inquiry right, you get to adjudge the leash. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"Holy fucking shit,"groaned Rich, his big nose quivering.

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

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

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a second before the former boy yelled out the answer.

I was so sword lily it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the leash towards him and said,"I 'm yours. I 'm yours until you cum. Then the future boy gets to answer a question."

"sanctum shit,"he said, grabbing my leash in a shaking mitt. He stood up, his putz tenting the strawman of his denim."Until I cum ?"

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

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

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my trine gripped in his right hired man as he worked his fly open. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my advantage for getting the dubiousness right. That 's all. Look 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 ducky instructor, but she did n't don the step-in in clip. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to experience the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't serve one man.

I would suffice all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jean down. Then his boxers. His prick popped out. He was bigger than his dad. My pussy clenched as I stared at that prick. That putz came from my body, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous rush shot through me as he gripped my tierce and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his tool into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my succus spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my pubic hair and dribbled down my second joint. That lemony olfactory property swelled in effectiveness. It filled my nose.

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

I groaned as he pressed his cock against my pussy rim. He rubbed his tip up and down, the crown of his dick teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton moans burst from my lips. Then his putz was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.

Slowly.

My son took his time enjoying his academician reward. He pulled tight on the leash, the collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his rooster sink deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my uterus. The pinch jangled, metallic element 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 cunt. I felt every inch of his dick. It was wonderful. I was glad I was both his instructor and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his cock with my slit. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky grip of my twat. He moaned and thrust back into me with military group.

Not a irksome slide now, but a man taking his education in hand.

His balls smacked into my clit. delight sparked through me. I moaned. The son all groaned in envy. They were all observance, tidal bore for their turn to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an astonishing treat. I was so glad he was thrusting his hawkshaw into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his hawkshaw. I clutched hard, the joy building and building with every thrust.

"Holy poop, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Taylor ! Oh, yes, your purulent tactile property amazing ! Your snatch is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your teacher. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your teacher is a slut. She 's a dirty whore that needs your rooster fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mommy, is so shiver you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a steady handle of the leash, tugging on my collar. That kept my head up, my eyes staring at the other bookman watching. The boy were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

Lance did stimulate a big cock, soot black and long. So did rich. Paul 's was courteous and James had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't wait to teach them all. To give them an breeding they would never forget.

It was my tariff as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Deems Taylor !"My son moaned, his left hand sliding up my body. He still gripped the leash in his right hand. He pulled tight, letting me feel that collar about my neck opening."red cent, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so hard in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get raw and help educate these prick !"I moaned.

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

His cock slammed so oceanic abyss and hard in me. He churned me up. His musket ball smacked over and over against my clit. light burst. The joy rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my cunt around him. I loved every hot dip of his dick penetrating my slit. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wonderful. incredible. I groaned, my pelvis wiggling from side to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my pussycat with every jab of my son 's peter. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My goofball grew so hot. So juicy. Trickles of pick dribbled through my bush and ran down my thighs. My heavy knocker swayed.

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy flesh. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His balls smacked into my clitoris. trivial salvo of pleasure showered through my slit. I was about to explode.

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

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a good scholarly person ! You 're mastering your luxuria ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so hard !"

His paw squeezed my allow for knocker. He jerked on the threesome. For a moment, my flight path 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 grip."Cum on my dick, Mrs Taylor !"

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing slit. Incestuous moving ridge of bliss washed out of me. They spilled over my thinker, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other male child around me all stroked their gumshoe. Lance bickering on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony shaft. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My ripe boob swung free, trembling with my body. My son gripped my left tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his boylike excitement. He slammed his putz so deep into my climaxing goose. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

"Fuck, Mom !"Kenneth groaned."Mrs. Zachary Taylor ! Yes !"

Waves of exaltation washed out of me with every hot bang of his jizz spilling into my kitty. I groaned as my slit milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop of incestuous germ out of my son 's peter. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was incredible to teach him. To show him how a submissive teacher-pet should act.

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

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

He spurted the survive drop of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the tether. He stumbled back while I trembled through my bliss. I hit that rattling peak as I stared out at the other male child watching. I had to give them another interrogative. It was so hard to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

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

"piece of ass, was n't that six years ?"fizgig groaned."Yeah, that was six days !"

"I 'm yours, lance !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my snatch. The cream soaked my bush.

The stiff, Loretta Young Black guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so aegir to feel his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy knocker swaying. My shoe collar jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with envy while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

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

I gasped as spear parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spittle landed on my bastard. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my naughty sphincter. He was going to use my bowels. He would fuck that huge hawkshaw into my anal sheath.

"Yes !"I moaned."Use your teacher-pet however you want. Master your education. You 're seizing what you want to ascertain ! Experience !"

"Fuck yes I am, Mrs. Zachary Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his gumshoe pressed against my son of a bitch. I groaned, eager to necessitate his Brobdingnagian, Shirley Temple prick in my bowels. My full body quivered. I stared down at my left hired hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't need that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boy. My husband already had his education.

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

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the schoolroom floor was drowned out by the cheering boy.

fizgig thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his cock stretched and stretched my anal ring. My sphincter did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my initiative fourth dimension doing anal, but I knew my body could handle it. I would enjoy it. But all my holes were available for my sexy boys to use. lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"holy fucking SOB !"I howled as his midst shaft speared inscrutable and recondite into my bowels. He stretched my poor arse to its limits. My anal sheath clenched around his Diospyros ebenum 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 Irish pound my have intercourse cocksucker until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my bowels around his gumshoe as he drew back. I heard him spit out again and felt it splash against my stretched-wide shit gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my gut. My tit swayed from the impact. My entire body rock. I gripped his cock with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

Pleasure melted down to my cum-filled pussy. Sir Thomas More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my twat as I quivered. My impending climax drank in every dip of his tool into my bowels. I loved that my hung student was fucking my shit.

shaft spat each time his peter emerge. Seven times. eight times. Until finally, he was pumping with ease. He was working that dick in and out of my son of a bitch. He was fucking me like the hussy I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal cocktail dress as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my deuce-ace as he fucked me. The other male child cheered him on.

"Sodomize the slut 's dickhead !"St. James shouted.

"piece of tail that MILF 's close ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't wait to make out her,"groaned rich people as he stroked his big prick."Damn, Mrs Elizabeth Taylor, you are fucking fine !"

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. Lance fucked his cock in and out of me. He slammed into my deepness and then pulled back. Over and over, his dick stimulated me. His balls smacked into my taint. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't expect for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would spill so much jizz in me.

I loved it. I savored being fucked by my inkiness student.

His big dick drove me barbarian. I was going to cum so hard. My kitty-cat clenched, forcing out more and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his kindling ran down my thighs. I lowered my brain, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my hands balled into fists. I was so close. Just a few more strokes, and I would explode.

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

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

His cock boring into my dickhead combined with those intelligence to make me feel so wicked. I came.

His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The pleasure erupted in the depths of my pussy. The dethaw torrent of passion surged through my body. My big chest heaved as I threw back my top dog and stared out at my boys.

Little sparks of lightness danced around them. Fireworks celebrating the vividness of my orgasm surging through me. My bastard spasmed and writhed around lance 's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my cocksucker. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big dick. My thinker burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"screwing !"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 cock soaked in my incestuous juice."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His turncock buried to the hilt in my convulsing intestine. I reveled in his great cock filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to set off in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't erupt. My bastard rippled around him, my orgasm burn through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a trashy grunt, he ripped his hammer entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the impregnable, Black scholarly person yanked hard on my triplet. I gasped as he spun me around, my large boob swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony behemoth. I could sense the acidulate musk of my motherfucker 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 sour feel made me finger so naughty. Another climax rippled through me. A small one. But it was wild and pleasant-tasting as I showed my boys I was such a good teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"screw Mrs. Taylor !"he growled."sucking it down my shaft as you clean my big dick !"

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my sassing. He splashed the spunk into the spinal column of my throat and then it flowed down my gullet to my stomach. I loved it. I whimpered, my dead body trembling. My pinch jangled around my neck. fizgig grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my sour asshole. I reveled in the cheating smack mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every pearl of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a well teacher-pet.

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

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

gig dropped my collar as he ripped his peter out of my mouth."Better ask your next interrogative, Mrs. Taylor."

dubiousness ?

Right. I needed to ask my boys something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my scholar to make out me. All my noesis of Little Corporal era seemed to have evaporated beneath the molten pleasure still simmering over my thinker. I groaned, feeling my boys staring at me with expectant hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

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

"10 !"Rich, Paul the Apostle, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the nooky !"gasped my daughter."That 's a doubt a first 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 triad first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your font so hard, Mrs. Taylor,"the nerdy powdered ginger said. He ran his hand through his red whisker. His cock drive out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the floor. He held his shaft upright with his left hand hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his body. My backbreaking mammilla swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous semen, to Rich 's hard rooster. I impaled myself down his pecker. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My pussy loved it.

I groaned, my whoreson aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his putz deep and concentrated in my bowels. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a fistful of my brown fuzz. He jerked my head to the right wing and rammed his rooster into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my son at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on St. Paul 's shaft. My pussy gripped rich people 's thick prick as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's hard peter as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boy grunted and groaned. The other 1 were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Apostle of the Gentiles 's tool. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the pleasure to come. My hands pressed on Rich 's shoulders. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his dick. I pumped up and down his shaft, matching Tommy 's heavily cycle as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my bowels mixed with the silky delight of my pussy. I loved it. I clutched both my hollow around my big, strong male child. I whimpered around Paul 's dick as I pleased my other two scholarly person. My cunt and bowels drank in the howling clash. Over and over, I was filled with knockout cocks.

"fuck, you 're so fast,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my intemperate tits. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fucking near teacher ever, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"

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

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

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could manage it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his dick. He slammed his cock all the way into the profundity of my rima oris as my other two gob were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When Paul brush the back of my pharynx this time, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His gumshoe slid down my oesophagus. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my rim and olfactory organ. His testicle smacked heavily into my chin.

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

Rich was thrusting up as I rode his hawkshaw. Tommy pounded my asshole with his right strokes, his fingers kneading my backbreaking breasts. Alice Paul grunted as he slammed his cock down my throat over and over. I loved the skag of his heavy chunk on my chin. The impact of his addict, brimming with his cum, against me had my lustfulness surging hot through me. I wanted him to flood my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed fuddled around Rich 's pecker and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my hips, stirring my pussy and bunghole around their shafts. My coming swelled so dissipated. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's cock driving down my pharynx again and again.

They used me.

It was perfect. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my mamilla. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasure slammed down to my twat. I was on the verge of exploding again. Another coming that would cockle through my body. My three male child were given me such cloud nine. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul the Apostle 's putz while my twat convulsed around Rich 's cock. Tommy drove his hard dick into my writhing intestine. All three son groaned. They knew I had reached the height of rapture. That I had achieved the finish of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boy'dicks.

"Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my asshole."You feel so good ! piece of ass !"

His cum pumped into my bowel. I loved that wondrous spurt of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so different from in my pussy. I got to experience that delight a moment later as rich people groaned. His cock flooded my cunt with his nerve. Both my fix writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor ! You 're the best !"moaned Rich as he spilled his come in me.

"Fuck,"Apostle of the Gentiles groaned and slammed his hammer all the way down my pharynx. My vocal corduroy hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The moving ridge of raptus were flooding through me."Mrs. Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my oesophagus. I shuddered, savoring every concluding consequence of having his jizz pumping again and again into my consistency. I quivered. It was such a delight. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my holes being flooded with my boy'cum.

My snatch and asshole drained rich and Tommy dry. Apostle of the Gentiles unloaded every last drop of his cum in my mouth. Then I had other boy who needed to suffice question. Aston and James and Henry and more. All my male child needed to fuck me. I shouted out interrogation. Simple ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many sides does a trilateral have ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and forth. I never wanted this deterrent example to end, but when it did, I had a wholly new class of boys to bonk me. They would all continue their education and ream my naughty holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my son'cocks buried in my twat or bunghole or mouth, I was happy. I was so glad I stole those panty from my girl 's chest drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every death boy who entered my classroom.

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The physical body trembled at the end of its final step-in game.

It would see new delights, new ways to amuse itself. This endure game had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the legerdemain. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the panties.

The error had created something wild. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one instructor, her mother was the pet to every in conclusion boy she could find.

The legerdemain would ensure that no one except the unregenerate Courtney would intend anything was incorrectly. They would all consent the new Mrs President Taylor. The former professors, the administrators of her college, and her educatee would all think what she was doing was cracking. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae origin in her. A little drop the had immunized her from its conjuring trick.

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

The figure turned to his work bench, contemplating what its succeeding biz should be. There were so many ways for a sprite to amuse itself. The figure would happen something new. Something wild. The sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the sound stirring its resource.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties story