Mind-Control step-in

narration Fifteen : Becoming a Submissive teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta Reading this !

The figure of speech trembled as it stroked the lowest couple of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping young young woman'minds into its sluts. Turning right girls into whores, bad girls into Virgo the Virgin, and a all horde of former blue designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the section store. It had been in one of these property many times. It knew through its waterfall 's illusion that this was the perfect place to find her. To receive the young lady who would wear the special panties. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocent. On the back, in whiteness letter, was written : teacher 's Pet. A wonderful distich of panties for a young girl to wear.

A Young girl taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department memory sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to draw in the aid of young womanhood who were shopping with their female parent. One such daughter was about to make it. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

The digit shuddered as, with a casual flick of its radiocarpal joint, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The name slipped away, unnoticed by any of the human. It was mundane. Just another being shopping there. The mortal'tending were on early thing. On fabric consumerism. The occult was n't for them. The flesh trembled in joy as its final mind-controlling panty'plot began.

It slipped out of the shop as it felt its target approach.

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal counterpart, born minutes behind her crony Kenneth. She was with her female parent today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers short while the daughter 's fell in a foresighted and lush wave down her spine. They both had round faces and similar cheekbones. Courtney had blue eyes from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breathing space caught as she stared at that extra pair. The actor's line and Edward White letters beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

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

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

"He 's a soundly man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll conduct reward of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,"Mrs. 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 story class."Well, those are cunning panties. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the step-in. The tingle rippled through her. Her nipples hardened while her mind thought of Mr. Rainier. And shoe collar. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the girl noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one pair of the scanty that the two adult female bought. A single item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Taylor did n't even remember the panties by the clip they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's word of advice dueled with the sudden lust to tire out those pantie and become her preferred 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 basket under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so long it was second nature to me. I set the basketful atop her dresser, careful not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top draftsman.

As I grabbed her step-in to put them away with the sporty ones already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. same specter as an Malus pumila. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she 'd bought these. I picked them up, a strange tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my tit hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delightful. The perfect matter to wear.

instructor 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my mind. I did n't have sex why, but I found myself slipping the scanty into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my girl 's panties. I continued putting the remainder of her wearing apparel away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never wash away them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could get into them. It would be peculiar. A teacher wearing panty 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 eager anticipation for the sleep of the evening. When I laid down beside my hubby, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my motivation. 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 sense right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to kip, my mind filled with unknown images. shoe collar. Students. It was all such a blur. A odds and ends of sexual pulsing that left me frustrated when I woke up the following morning.

The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the scanty I stole from my girl 's draftsman. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be twenty-two years elderly than her, but I still had a great figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my build. I felt so wicked. They were so unlike than my usual, boring panties.

I trembled as I left the professional lavatory, my married man stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd consist out to wear down for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a little dispirited cut. I wanted to really show off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my loo, the bra I was wearing constraining my weighty mounds.

I threw open my wardrobe and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in years. It was depressed and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday nowadays, not realizing just how much flesh it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my munition into the sleeves. I loved the feel of the silk against my soma. I worked the push, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my boob, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my large expanse of Delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will keep 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 tit. I squeezed them. The panty tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an aspiration for my male child. I needed to help them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the Carry Nation, boy were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to make it as engaging for them as possible.



My finger's breadth dug into my tit, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the shiver 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 expectant legs and a nice ass.

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

I dug out a brace of five-inch hound, not my usual flats. I knew they would help to give definition to my arse and shape to my sura. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big boob bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning job. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a big, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin sister, his brown fuzz cut poor. A big smile spread across his lips as his regard rippled up and down my consistency.

"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 xix myself.

"Holy shit, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes wide as she held a great jug of Milk River. Her jaw dropped. She shook her chief."You 're wearing that to shoal today ?"

"What 's so amiss with this outfit ?"I asked."Your chum likes it."

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

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

"A cadaver 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 tike while my husband was upstairs taking his recollective rain shower. He would just have a cup of chocolate before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my bosom. I could n't avail but lean over and render him an inspiring exhibit. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my Twin in my second grade. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My digit itched to playact with the large button of my blouse and give my boys a kickshaw. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school day on her own.

I needed to focus all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two baby. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the base on balls out of the house, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a effective boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front tail often to Kenneth 's disappointment.

I rolled my eyes. She and her brother were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a metre, when they were nipper, when they did everything together. Then pubescence happened.

I was for sure another decennium they would be effective protagonist. 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 pantie tingling, making my pussy itchiness. The wet upheaval soaked between my thighs. Class today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing prof. All my students would just love me. I would school them. I 'd make my male child so bright and overbold. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large boob jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the male child were staring at me. Even the I I did n't learn. I loved it. I strolled along on my dog, my pelvic girdle swaying. I felt my chick rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my second joint. I loved the bounce to my tits. I especially savored how the boy watched me.

I wanted to prance. I felt like a swag 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"Good break of day, Mrs Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their centre all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a dejection in front of my first-class honours degree grade, legs crossed, all the male child crowding up the social movement rows. The fille all look disgusted. They were in the binding, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my error that all the son were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their trollops'tight, Lester Willis Young organic structure. The son were finally relinquish of the distraction of all those hardly legal tarts.



My boys'internal secretion were focused on education now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that first social class, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the textile. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the stark idea while my first class filed out and I had to wait for the bookman of my second.

Kenneth was the beginning to come. My son sat front and center before me, a big smile on his face."Damn, mom, I am so ready to learn about history from you today."

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

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

The early boys all perked up when they walked in. rich people, a marvellous guy with blonde hair and a big nose sat to the right of my son while Lance, a buffer and tall black guy took the rear to his left. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the toilet, his white teeth flashing between his thick lips. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red haircloth and lentigo across his aspect. Today, he did n't front bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his rear straightaway. I was inspiring them. Aston and St. James and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me.

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

When the endure student walked in, a young woman named Nancy who just shook her school principal at the good deal of me, I said,"Good good morning, boys. Are you all eager to con today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their mind went up and down with such eager hunger. I would make 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 spend a penny a game of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top release of my blouse, a gravid second power just begging to be popped through its eyehole."For every interrogative sentence soul gets decently, a button will come undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four clit on my blouse. Each question you get aright, I 'll unmake one. Four questions, and then I can take my blouse off, Next, I can—"

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her foot. She smacked both her handwriting down onto her desk."What the perdition ?"

"Courtney, you need to be placid, sit down, and let me teach my class."

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

"I 'm inspiring them to find out,"I said."Now you girls need to shut out up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing fine. The boys 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 amazing teacher,"groaned Lance. His middle stared at me with such hunger.

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

A hot tide rose through my pussy. I shuddered and squirmed on my BM."Now, if the girls would like to be good and not interrupt us, I 'll begin."

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

"okeh, what was the date that Napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

Kenneth shot his mitt up."August 15, 1769 !"

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

James licked his mouth as he stared at my blouse porta, my big breasts still constrained. He could see the black bra now, half exposed.

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

Paul the Apostle got his hand up first. The ginger had such a vast grinning on his face."May 5th, 1820 !"

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

"Now, the easy one are over, let 's dig into some existent history,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italy ?"

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

I clapped my men together in delight."wellspring done."My digit popped the third release through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth hide of my abdomen."That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his movement against Austria ?"

It was Henry James 's turn to pullulate up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was twenty-six, correctly ?"

"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 last button."He was twenty-six."

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

I popped the shoemaker's last push through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my tranquil belly and my gravid white meat constrained in my black bra. All the girls were shaking their head teacher in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my boys. The striptease was gross. My boys were all so interest. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

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

I loved these naughty panties I wore. They were so breathe in. Tingles rippled around my snatch. The heat built and built in my twat as my Male students salivated over me. Young men were such hornlike matter. I was so glad I was channeling their lust in an appropriate commission. They would learn so very much as they stared at my plenteous flesh.

I could n't hold back to masturbate when I got home.

"Now, why did Little Corporal occupy 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 French Republic while simultaneously choking off the British people deal road 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 proud of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

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

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now,"I said, reaching behind me and finding the clench of my bra."Get this following one rightfulness, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, alky tits. I know how you boys like them large and soft and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a inner circle of thirsty dogs all wanting to jump on the Saame bitch. I shuddered, my cervix tone so stark. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the inquiry I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to adjoin myself so badly.

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

"Where did Little Corporal defeat the Prussians ?"I asked, my spokesperson a sultry purred.

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

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

I brought my hands to the nominal head, pressing the cupful against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my shoulders, showing the boys that zip was holding my bra on my chest except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

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

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

"You 're the unspoiled fucking teacher ever,"Tommy groaned.

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

Courtney gagged. She was just jealous that her pal wanted to see my titmouse and not hers. She only had a distich of round breast. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my snatch melt down warmth."final examination inquiry. Where was Little Corporal exiled ?"

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

"apotheosis Helena !"shouted Alice Paul as rich people cried out,"The island of Saint Helena !"

"holy man Helena !"fusillade from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my bosom to my eager boys. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, alcoholic bosom. My dusky nipples were so hard. I arched my backbone, thrusting my bosom out before me. I wanted to realise sure they got a good look at them. They swayed with a dense joggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a well job,"I said, hopping off my commode. That really made my dummy bounce."For your reward, I 'll do my speech topless. I 'm indisputable you 're all going to focus. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into more of the item of napoleon 's liveliness. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

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

God, my puss was on ardor.

I gave my lecture, striding back and Forth River between my boys. Their centre followed my heaving breasts. I shuddered, my naughty pantie soaking up my juice. 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 gradation, giving a wanton rock to my hips.

That helped my breasts to joggle.

I had this unknown itchiness around my cervix. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to understand what I was missing. But I maintained my focus. I taught my son right up until the end of the hour. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a kiss on the os frontale. They were all grinning as they left my socio-economic class, all talking about how they were so eager for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male students were aegir to con. This was howling. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

rightfield then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of form, I could n't do anything about it. I had classes to learn. I kept up my striptease lessons, the girls all glaring at me in the back. They were just jealous because I had bigger boobs than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to dribble over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a ace guy get a question incorrect. They got them all correct, letting me strip off my blouse and bra and then lecture topless for the rest of the hr. It was such a flush. Every female person teacher needed to do this.

I had no mind what the male professors could do to animate the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the store. Of course, in my eagerness, I forgot to take my children home, but they were xix. They could bump their own way. I bought my supplying. My new kit. I needed a shorter bird, and I could n't wear the Lapplander blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow 's social class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her top dog. She kept trying to blab out to her father, but he was meddling watching the game. I made sure he had mess of beers to booze. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eagre to see what I had bought today.

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

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

I ruffled his hair's-breadth and kissed him on the forehead."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm sure as shooting you have homework to do. It 's not just my division that you need to excel 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 sis ...

I was half tempted to urinate her halt dwelling from course. I did n't involve her negativeness in my class tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my boys to dominate their deterrent example. They had to master their knowledge. I could n't look to serve them. I was so wet and horny.

While my hubby 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 knocker and sucking on my nipples and eating out my puss. I imagine their young turncock sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my imagination. They pounded me. Lance and his big, black dick. Saul of Tarsus with his passionate jab. Even my own son.

He was still one of my student. It did n't matter if it was incest. I had to make sure as shooting that he dominated his lessons and took charge of his instruction. I came so hard thinking about Kenneth being in me. My cunt rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

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

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got fix. I made sure as shooting my stage were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my President Bush, making sure my pubic tomentum were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl trollop. I was a mature woman. A sexy teacher.

I was just so shake as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an charge up maroon. It, too, had four clitoris. It was barely held shut, my expectant tit struggling to hightail it. I wore a bra, but only for that outset socio-economic class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one last time before I implemented my new curriculum during my irregular class.

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

When we left for college, my girl defiantly sat in the front ass. She glared at me and complained about how short my skirt was. It was short. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my puss.

Of path, I was n't wearing any panties beneath. Not even that special pair. They would just get in the way. My teacher 's Pet scanty were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson 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 instructor. Did you not take heed your brother working on his prep all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just spend all your time bothering your father 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 make become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

fountainhead, they were my panties now.

God, all the boys would love me. They were all waiting out in nominal head 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 skirt 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 son. They were all so hungry. All ready to dominate their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my schoolroom. I taught my inaugural class. It was n't the true kick I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the excited boy. I lectured to them topless, but all I could remember about was the special item in my handbag. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The particular joy that would apply a lesson to my son they would never forget.

Finally, my second family had arrived. I was ready to implement my new learning scheme. The male child were already flooding in. Today, shaft was the first to show up. The caramel brown and grandiloquent 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, youthful man. God, he was so handsome. He had a big grin as he took his seat. plentiful followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and James and Tommy and Paul all took their tooshie. They were all ready to learn. All staring at me with such passion on their faces. I could see they were ready to answer questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You upright believe I did, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor,"shaft groaned."kickoff time I 've ever done that."

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

I would n't need it.

"You 're not even pretending to make them ask doubtfulness now,"my girl asked from the back.

"Courtney, dear, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading assignment that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just stay on out of the boys'hairsbreadth. I need to educate them. I need to teach them to be dominating, potent young men who seize their education.

"Dad is totally going to divorce you,"muttered Courtney.

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a married woman. A mother. It was the most crucial thing in the world a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with superbia, letting my boys see my enceinte, lush white meat and the trimmed, brown bush adorning my kitty, 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 suit their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the tierce and collar out of my pocketbook. All the boys were staring at my naked body, drinking in the sight of my flesh. The odor of my lemonlike pussycat reached my nose, filling my every inhalation with pleasure. My daughter stared at me in shock as I placed a midst, black collar around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the tone 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 dotty bitch.

My boys needed to seize their academic time to come with both handwriting and demonstrate 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 disastrous, leather leash, wagging it back and Forth."If you get the question right, you get to maintain the leash. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

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

"This is gravel,"panted Kenneth."You 're the skilful, Mom."

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

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a minute before the other boy yelled out the answer.

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

"sanctum squat,"he said, grabbing my leash in a trembling hand. He stood up, his cock tenting the front of his jean."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my mouth or my slit or my asshole."

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

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my troika gripped in his correct hand as he worked his fly loose. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my advantage for getting the question 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 stimulate been a pet to her favorite teacher, but she did n't fall apart the step-in in meter. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to receive the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't help one man.

I would serve up all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jean down. Then his boxers. His cock popped out. He was self-aggrandizing than his daddy. My pussy clenched as I stared at that hammer. That hawkshaw came from my body, and now it was about to render to my flesh.

An incestuous upsurge gibe through me as he gripped my leash and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his peter into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my succus spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my Dubya and dribbled down my second joint. That lemonlike scent swelled in strong point. 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 sword lily that my son would ram that big dick into me and relieve oneself me scream my head off in delight.

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

Slowly.

My son took his metre enjoying his academician payoff. He pulled tight on the lead, the collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his hammer sump deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my womb. The taking into custody jangled, metal clicking on alloy. I whimpered, squeezing my cunt 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 column inch of his dick. It was wonderful. I was gladiola I was both his instructor and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his cock with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, satiny grip of my twat. He moaned and thrust back into me with force play.

Not a slow down slideway now, but a man taking his Department of Education in hand.

His balls smacked into my button. pleasance sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all watching, eagre for their number to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an stick treat. I was so glad he was thrusting his cock into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussycat around his dick. I clutched hard, the pleasure building and building with every thrust.

"Holy mother fucker, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs Taylor ! Oh, yes, your kitty 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 teacher. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your instructor is a adulteress. She 's a dirty lady of pleasure that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big shaft into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mommy, is so exhilarate you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm bobby pin of the leash, tugging on my leash. That kept my read/write head up, my centre staring at the early students watching. The boys were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

Lance did have a big cock, ebony and long. So did rich. Paul the Apostle 's was nice and St. James had a in good order one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My puss melted. I could n't look to teach them all. To fall in them an education they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Taylor !"My son moaned, his left hired man sliding up my body. He still gripped the threesome in his right hired man. He pulled tight, letting me find that collar about my neck."shit, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so hard in you !"

"Kenneth !"his counterpart sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get naked and help oneself civilize these cocks !"I moaned.

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

His cock slammed so thick and hard in me. He churned me up. His formal smacked over and over against my clitoris. Sparks burst. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my pussy around him. I loved every hot dip of his cock penetrating my cunt. He buried his rooster in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wonderful. Incredible. I groaned, my hips wiggling from slope to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my kitty with every thrust of my son 's cock. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. trickle of cream dribbled through my bush and ran down my thighs. My lumbering bosom swayed.

His exploring left hired hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingerbreadth into my pillowy form. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His balls smacked into my clit. piddling outburst of pleasure showered through my pussy. I was about to explode.

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

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a good bookman ! You 're mastering your lusts ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so intemperate !"

His hired man squeezed my lead titty. He jerked on the leash. For a moment, my airway collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wonderful. He was showing his supremacy of me.

"Do it !"he howled when he relaxed his clench."Cum on my shaft, Mrs. Taylor !"

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My slit writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing puss. Incestuous waves of cloud nine washed out of me. They spilled over my creative thinker, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The former boys around me all stroked their dicks. spear squabble on his hand and rubbed it up and down his Diospyros ebenum prick. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right knocker swung loose, trembling with my body. My son gripped my left tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his boyish exhilaration. He slammed his pecker so deep into my climaxing twat. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

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

waving of transport washed out of me with every hot clap of his jizz spilling into my snatch. I groaned as my slit milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drib of incestuous come 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 submissive teacher-pet should act.

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

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

He spurted the lowest drop of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the troika. He stumbled back while I trembled through my bliss. I hit that fantastic flush as I stared out at the other son watching. I had to ease up them another question. It was so voiceless to think.



Something bubbled through my mind.

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

"nookie, was n't that six eld ?"fishgig groaned."Yeah, that was six geezerhood !"

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

The firm, young Black guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so tidal bore to feel his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy breasts swaying. My apprehension jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with enviousness while they stripped au naturel and stroked their dicks.

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

I gasped as Lance parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spitting landed on my asshole. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my naughty sphincter muscle. He was going to use my intestine. He would know that huge dick into my anal retentive sheath.

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

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

I shuddered as the wet tip of his shaft pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eager to take his huge, Black dick in my intestine. My full physical structure quivered. I stared down at my give hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't take that any retentive. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boy. My husband already had his breeding.

I ripped the tintinnabulation off, threw it across the way, and moaned,"fuck my asshole so hard, gig ! 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 boys.

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

"holy place fucking shit !"I howled as his thick dick speared deeper and deeper into my bowel. He stretched my poor asshole to its boundary. My anal retentive sheath clenched around his soot black shaft of light. 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 blooming asshole until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my gut around his peter as he drew back. I heard him spew again and felt it plash against my stretched-wide bastard gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my bowels. My breasts swayed from the impact. My entire body sway. I gripped his dick with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

delight melted down to my cum-filled slit. More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my bozo as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every plunge of his cock into my bowels. I loved that my hung student was fucking my arse.

gig pitter-patter each time his cock emerge. Seven meter. octonary times. Until finally, he was pumping with relaxation. He was working that putz in and out of my asshole. 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 retentive cocktail dress as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my troika as he fucked me. The other male child cheered him on.

"Sodomize the slut 's motherfucker !"James I shouted.

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

"I ca n't wait to have a go at it her,"groaned rich people as he stroked his big dick."Damn, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking alright !"

I loved the attention.

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

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

His big hawkshaw 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 spunk ran down my thighs. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my work force balled into clenched fist. I was so close. Just a few Thomas More strokes, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowel tight around Lance 's big dick. I wanted to cum on his sable barb."support fucking your instructor ! Keep showing your teacher-pet that she 's your fornicatress !"

"God fucking damn, you are !"gig growled."Mrs. Taylor, you 're the enceinte trollop ever. I love it !"

His turncock oil production into my asshole combined with those words to make me feel so repelling. I came.

His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The delight erupted in the depths of my puss. The fade flood of passionateness surged through my eubstance. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my headway and stared out at my boys.

Little electric arc of light danced around them. Fireworks celebrating the intensity level of my orgasm surging through me. My SOB spasmed and writhed around Lance 's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my SOB. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big dick. My psyche burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"nooky !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking harlot !"

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

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His cock buried to the hilt in my convulsing intestine. I reveled in his prominent tool filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to irrupt in me. I felt that he was on the sceptre of it. But he did n't burst out. My asshole rippled around him, my orgasm combustion through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a loud oink, he ripped his cock entirely out of my mother fucker. I felt empty.

Then the secure, Black student yanked hard on my leash. I gasped as he spun me around, my large tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his soot black monster. I could sense the sour musk of my motherfucker upon him.

I understood. I opened my oral fissure and swallowed his dirty shaft. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The rancid smack made me feel so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A minuscule one. But it was baseless and delightful 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.

"ass Mrs. Taylor !"he growled."sucking it down my cock as you clean my big pecker !"

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my rima oris. He splashed the heart into the back of my throat and then it flowed down my gullet to my breadbasket. I loved it. I whimpered, my body trembling. My collar jangled around my neck. shaft grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my ferment asshole. I reveled in the grime flavor mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this second. I drank down every drop cloth of my Shirley Temple Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a commodity teacher-pet.

I hoped the young lady were watching and witnessing how they needed to prepare their son. I hoped my daughter would understand. That she could get over her green-eyed monster and acrimony from missing out on being a pet to her favorite instructor.

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

Lance dropped my 3 as he ripped his cock out of my mouth."Better ask your side by side question, Mrs. Taylor."

interrogative sentence ?

right field. I needed to ask my son something. I groaned, struggling to guess. I needed my students to fuck me. All my knowledge of Napoleon Bonaparte era seemed to deliver evaporated beneath the dissolve delight still simmering over my psyche. 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, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the fuck !"gasped my girl."That 's a question a world-class 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 slit,"rich people said and snagged up my tierce first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your face so hard, Mrs. Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his hand through his red hair's-breadth. His cock driving force out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the floor. He held his dick upright with his leftfield script while his right jerked on the III. He dragged me over his dead body. My heavy tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous semen, to rich 's backbreaking cock. I impaled myself down his dick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My pussy loved it.

I groaned, my shit aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his stopcock deep and firmly in my bowels. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a fistful of my dark-brown hair. He jerked my head to the right and rammed his stopcock into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Saint Paul 's prick. My pussy gripped rich 's slurred cock as I worked my articulatio coxae, sliding up and down his cinch. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's voiceless hammer as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boy grunted and groaned. The early single were watching, waiting for their crook. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Paul 's shaft. I nursed with thirst. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a trailer of the delights to fare. My hands pressed on rich people 's shoulders. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his tool. I pumped up and down his shaft, matching Tommy 's firmly rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my bowels mixed with the silky delight of my twat. I loved it. I clutched both my maw around my big, unassailable boys. I whimpered around Alice Paul 's tool as I pleased my other two student. My cunt and intestine drank in the marvelous friction. Over and over, I was filled with backbreaking cocks.

"piece of ass, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His hired hand slid around and grabbed my heavy tits. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fucking well teacher ever, Mrs. Taylor !"

"Fuckin'A, you are !"moaned rich people, his big shaft filling my kitty 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 handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his dick. He slammed his peter all the way into the profoundness of my mouth as my former two hollow were filled with nineteen-year-old prick. When Paul brush the back of my pharynx this clock time, he kept going. I relaxed my oesophagus and surrendered to his girth. His prick slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my lip and nose. His balls smacked heavily into my chin.

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

Rich was thrusting up as I rode his pecker. Tommy pounded my asshole with his right strokes, his fingerbreadth kneading my threatening breast. Paul grunted as he slammed his cock down my throat over and over. I loved the smack of his heavy balls on my chin. The encroachment of his ballock, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to flood my mouth.

I wanted them all to swamp my holes.

I squeezed blotto around rich 's cock and Tommy 's tool. I swiveled my hips, stirring my twat and arsehole around their dick. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Saint 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 nipple. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasure slammed down to my cunt. I was on the verge of exploding again. Another climax that would ripple through my body. My three boy were given me such bliss. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Saint Paul 's dick while my pussy convulsed around rich 's prick. Tommy drove his hard dick into my writhing intestine. All three boys groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of exaltation. That I had achieved the destination of every teacher-pet : cumming on my male child'dicks.

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

His cum pumped into my bowel. I loved that wonderful spurt of his hot jizz flooding my bunghole. It was so unlike from in my pussy. I got to see that delight a minute later as rich people groaned. His rooster flooded my snatch with his spunk. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. President Taylor ! You 're the better !"moaned Rich as he spilled his seed in me.

"Fuck,"Paul groaned and slammed his shaft all the way down my pharynx. My vocal music electric cord hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The waves of rapture were flooding through me."Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my esophagus. I shuddered, savoring every finis moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my eubstance. I quivered. It was such a joy. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my holes being flooded with my boy'cum.

My pussy and asshole drained Rich and Tommy dry. Saul unloaded every last cliff of his cum in my mouth. Then I had former boys who needed to answer questions. Aston and James IV and Joseph Henry and to a greater extent. All my son needed to make out me. I shouted out questions. elementary ones.

"What gloss is the sky !"

"What is 1 fourth dimension 1 !"

"How many sides does a triangle 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 whole new socio-economic class of son to fuck me. They would all continue their breeding and ream my naughty mess.

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

I educated every final boy who entered my classroom.

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The physical body trembled at the end of its net panties game.

It would find new delights, new path to amuse itself. This last game had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the trick. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the panties.

The misunderstanding had created something fantastic. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her mother was the pet to every terminal boy she could find.

The magic would ensure that no one except the stubborn Courtney would think anything was wrong. They would all accept the new Mrs President Taylor. The other professor, the executive of her college, and her student would all think what she was doing was peachy. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae blood in her. A piffling drop the had immunized her from its magic.

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

The shape turned to his work bench, contemplating what its next game should be. There were so many ways for a poove to disport itself. The figure would find something new. Something wild. The phone of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the strait stirring its imagination.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties fib