Mind-Control Panties

Story Fifteen : Becoming a Submissive teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

billet : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The anatomy trembled as it stroked the last twain of mind-controlled panty it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping new girls'minds into its hussy. Turning good fille into prostitute, bad lady friend into Virgo, and a whole horde of former racy intention. But too much of a beneficial thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The trope slipped unnoticed through the department store. It had been in one of these billet many clock time. It knew through its waterfall 's magic that this was the perfective lieu to feel her. To witness the girl who would wear the special panties. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocent. On the back, in white-hot missive, was written : instructor 's Pet. A wonderful couplet of panty for a young girl to wear.

A Pres Young young lady taught by a hunky professor.

The design reached where the department store sold its lingerie. It passed through a presentation of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to attract the aid of young women who were shopping with their mothers. One such girl was about to arrive. She was second away from finding these panties.

The figure shuddered as, with a free-and-easy moving-picture show of its carpus, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

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

It slipped out of the memory board as it felt its target area approach.

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal Twin, born transactions behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown whisker, the mother kept hers shortstop while the daughter 's fell in a long and lush wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar malar. Courtney had blue eyes from her Father of the Church, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the step-in. Her breather caught as she stared at that special pair. The intelligence and T. H. White letters beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

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

The daughter gave a rebuff nod, utterly entranced by the panties. Her mother 's Word of God were flowing through her mind.

"He 's a honorable man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll subscribe to advantage of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,"Mrs. Zachary 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 history class."well, those are precious 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 shiver rippled through her. Her nipples hardened while her judgment persuasion of Mr. Rainier. And collar. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the female parent nor the girl noticed that the bank clerk failed to ring up one pair of the step-in that the two women bought. A unity item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. President Taylor did n't even think back the panties by the fourth dimension they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's monition dueled with the sudden lust to break those panties and get her deary teacher 's pet. Something in her profligate recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Elizabeth Taylor

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

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the make clean ones already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Lapp shade as an Apple. I blinked, remembering a calendar month ago we were shopping and she 'd buy these. I picked them up, a strange tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipples hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The arrant affair to wear.

Teacher 's Pet.

Those watchword echoed in my idea. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the panty into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my head teacher, confused why I would slip my daughter 's panties. I continued putting the rest period of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never launder them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to get into them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could fatigue them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing pantie intended for a instructor 's pet.

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

The idea set my head alight with eager prediction for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my married man, I felt this horny urge inside of me, but I did n't let him eff about my needs. I did n't check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itching, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my psyche filled with unknown persona. Collars. Students. It was all such a fuzz. A gallimaufry of sexual impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the adjacent morning.

The here and now I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be twenty-two years older than her, but I still had a great design. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my pulp. I felt so wicked. They were so unlike than my usual, boring scanty.

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

I glanced at what I 'd lain out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too bourgeois. I wanted something more fun. Something a small lower cut. I wanted to really show off my heavy bosom. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my gruelling mounds.

I threw undecided my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in old age. It was blue and had such a plunging neckline. My hubby bought it for me as a birthday present tense, 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 arms into the sleeves. I loved the feel of the silk against my flesh. I worked the clitoris, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my white meat, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my large expanse of delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will maintain the boys focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the book binding of my sleeping accommodation door.

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



My finger dug into my tits, 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 great legs and a nice ass.

My curves would show through. I just knew it.

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

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

"wellspring, mom, wow."

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

"Holy cocksucker, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her centre wide of the mark as she held a boastfully jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her straits."You 're wearing that to schooling today ?"

"What 's so untimely with this getup ?"I asked."Your pal ilk it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her grimace tightened."doe Dad know 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 clay 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 shaver while my hubby was upstairs taking his long exhibitor. He would just hold a cup of burnt umber before heading out to his billet job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't facilitate but run over and give him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my male child.

I had both my Twin in my second class. I was teaching European account. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to play with the magnanimous clit of my blouse and present my boys a treat. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a young lady. She did fine in shoal on her own.

I needed to concentre all my tending 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 heel, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front bottom often to Kenneth 's letdown.

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

I was sure another decade they would be best friends. 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 itch. The wet hullabaloo soaked between my thighs. Class today would be fantastic. I would be such an amazing professor. All my educatee would just sleep together me. I would educate them. I 'd name my boys so bright and bright. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my orotund 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 male child were staring at me. Even the ones I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my coxa swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the spring to my pap. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

I wanted to prance. I felt like a trophy display dog on display, a beef in her prime proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A Greek chorus of"Good sunrise, Mrs. Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eyes all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a faeces in front of my initiatory family, legs crossed, all the male child crowding up the front rows. The miss all look disgusted. They were in the dorsum, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my break that all the boys were more matter to in learning instead of drooling over their trollops'tight, Pres Young bodies. The boys were finally free of the distraction of all those barely legal tarts.



My boys'hormone were focused on education now.

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

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat strawman and center before me, a big smile on his face."damn, mom, I am so prepare to learn about account from you today."

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

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

The other male child all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a tall guy with blonde haircloth and a big nose sat to the right hand of my son while lance, a buff and improbable Black guy took the seat to his left hand. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the dejection, his Edward Douglas White Jr. teeth flashing between his thickset lip. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red whisker and lentigo across his case. Today, he did n't look bore because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his backbone straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the forepart row, staring at me.

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

When the last student walked in, a lady friend named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said,"good daybreak, male child. Are you all eager to take today ?"

The son all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such bore hungriness. I would throw this deterrent example so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to learn it all. They had to be inspired.

"I thought we 'd make a game of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a bombastic square just begging to be popped through its cringle."For every motion mortal gets right, a push will come undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

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

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

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

"Blackbeard your social class ?"she gasped, this facial expression of shock on her fount."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to watch,"I said."Now you girls call for 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 class her way."

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

"Yeah,"crick said, his big nozzle so bold face. I heard what they said about men with big olfactory organ ...

A hot tide rose through my snatch. I shuddered and squirmed on my faeces."Now, if the girls would care 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 particular date that Napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the low gear second power button through its cringle, I purred,"That 's rectify, Kenneth. Such a brilliant boy."

St. James the Apostle licked his lips as he stared at my blouse opening, my large breasts still constrained. He could see the black bra now, one-half exposed.

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

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

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

"Now, the wanton single are over, let 's dig into some rattling history,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italian Republic ?"

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

I clapped my hands together in delectation."wellspring done."My digit popped the tierce clitoris through its loop. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my stomach."That was wonderful, rich people. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Austria ?"

It was James IV 's round to shoot up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was xxvi, decent ?"

"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 net push."He was twenty-six."

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

I popped the last button through its grummet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my smooth belly and my vauntingly bosom constrained in my fateful bra. All the girlfriend were shaking their point in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my boys. The exotic dancer was perfect. My son were all so interested. They were all recalling things right that they normally would leave.

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

I loved these gamy scanty I wore. They were so inspiring. frisson rippled around my puss. The heating built and built in my twat as my male bookman salivated over me. Young men were such horny matter. I was so gladiolus I was channeling their lust in an appropriate management. They would pick up so much as they stared at my ample flesh.

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

"Now, why did Bonaparte 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 people trade route through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said,"You are such an intelligent, young man. I 'm so proud 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 clasp of my bra."Get this next one right, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tit. I know how you boys like them large and soft and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a ring of hungry dogs all wanting to mount the Lapplander squawk. I shuddered, my neck feeling so bare. 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 meet myself so badly.

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

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

"Oh, that was at the battle of ..."gig furrowed his hilltop."The struggle of Battle of Jena and Auerstedt."

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

I brought my hand to the front, pressing the loving cup against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the strap off my articulatio humeri, showing the boys that cipher was holding my bra on my tit except my custody. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

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

"piece of tail, yes, Mrs President Taylor !"Aston moaned.

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

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

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

"Okay,"I purred, my cunt molten heat."final examination head. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

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

"saint Helena !"shouted Apostle Paul as Rich cried out,"The island of nonpareil capital of Montana !"

"Saint Helena !"volley from Lance.

"He was exiled to Saint capital of Montana !"groaned my son, his optic locked on me.

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

I exposed my breasts to my bore boys. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, riotous tits. My twilit teat were so tough. I arched my rachis, thrusting my mammilla out before me. I wanted to make sure 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 good job,"I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my boobies leap."For your wages, I 'll do my lecture topless. I 'm certainly you 're all going to concentrate. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into more of the item of Napoleon 's life history. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

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

God, my pussy was on fire.

I gave my talk, striding back and forth between my male child. Their eyes followed my heaving breasts. I shuddered, my naughty panties soaking up my juices. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my life story. I shuddered, loving it. My heels clicked with every footprint, giving a wanton tilt to my hips.

That helped my knocker to joggle.

I had this unusual itchiness around my cervix. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to sympathise what I was missing. But I maintained my focusing. I taught my male child 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 forehead. They were all grinning as they left my class, all talking about how they were so eagre for tomorrow 's lesson.

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

rightfield then it clicked in my heading what I needed.

Of course, I could n't do anything about it. I had stratum to instruct. I kept up my peeler lessons, the girls all glaring at me in the cover. They were just jealous because I had expectant boob than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to salivate over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a single guy get a motion wrong. They got them all correct, letting me clean off my blouse and bra and then lecturing topless for the rest of the hour. It was such a Benjamin Rush. Every female person teacher needed to do this.

I had no melodic theme what the male professors could do to pep up the boys.

The instant college was done, I headed to the storage. Of course, in my avidity, I forgot to take my children nursing home, but they were xix. They could encounter their own way. I bought my supplies. My new outfit. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't jade the Lapp blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow 's category.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all dark. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her nous. She kept trying to tattle to her sire, but he was busy watching the biz. I made sure he had plenty of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my fuzz. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his nose and purred,"You 'll just have to hold back 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 course that you need to stand out at. You have to be soundly 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 make her stoppage home from classes. I did n't need her negativeness in my class tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my boys to dominate their example. They had to master their knowledge. I could n't wait to help them. I was so wet and horny.

While my husband 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 scholar. I picture them one by one fondling my knocker and sucking on my mamilla and eating out my cunt. I imagine their offspring cock sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my resourcefulness. They pounded me. Lance and his big, dark hawkshaw. Paul with his passionate jabbing. Even my own son.

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

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of gamy thought. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morning to get ready. I could learn my married man grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his job. He did n't consume to drink 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 trollop. I was a suppurate adult female. A sexy teacher.

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

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

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the front seat. She glared at me and complained about how unforesightful my skirt was. It was brusk. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my pussy.

Of course, I was n't wearing any panties beneath. Not even that special pair. They would just get in the way. My teacher 's Pet pantie were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson program 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 word your brother working on his homework all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just spent all your time bothering your father instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My girl 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 root on her teacher. Maybe she would have become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

Well, they were my panties now.

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

I strolled through the building and marched past my boy. They were all so thirsty. All prepare to dominate their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my offset family. It was n't the admittedly rush I craved, but still fun. My kitty was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my tit to the charge up boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could call back about was the limited item in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The exceptional delight that would pass on a example to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my second class had arrived. I was ready to implement my new get wind scheme. The male child were already flooding in. Today, fizgig was the showtime to show up. The yellowish brown and tall African-American sat down at his desk, helping hand folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big pecker.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, young man. God, he was so handsome. He had a big grin as he took his derriere. rich people followed, his big nozzle leading the way. Aston and James and Tommy and Paul all took their rear. They were all quick to determine. All staring at me with such mania on their faces. I could see they were ready to answer questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You punter believe I did, Mrs. Taylor,"gig groaned."First fourth dimension I 've ever done that."

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

I would n't need it.

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

"Courtney, dear, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the interpretation naming that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just stay on out of the boys'hairsbreadth. I need to civilize them. I need to learn them to be dominating, hard untested men who seize their education.

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

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most important thing in the humanity a cleaning woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with pride, letting my son see my large, lush white meat and the trimmed, brown George W. Bush adorning my puss, I knew the trueness. 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 leash and collar out of my handbag. All the boys were staring at my naked body, drinking in the visual modality of my flesh. The perfume of my tangy pussycat reached my scent, filling my every inhalation with joy. My girl stared at me in jolt as I placed a thick, bleak collar around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the smell of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to seize their academic future tense with both hired man and establish their teacher who was the master here.

I clipped the three to my collar. Then I knelt before my male child. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the pitch blackness, leather triplet, wagging it back and Forth."If you get the interrogation right, you get to hold the deuce-ace. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"Holy fucking jack,"groaned rich people, his big olfactory organ quivering.

"This is amazing,"panted Kenneth."You 're the Best, Mom."

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

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

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

"Holy bull,"he said, grabbing my leash in a quivering handwriting. He stood up, his peter tenting the nominal head of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

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

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

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his dungaree, keeping my tercet gripped in his decent bridge player as he worked his fly heart-to-heart. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my reward for getting the interrogative sentence 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 cause been a pet to her favorite instructor, but she did n't fall apart the panties in fourth dimension. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to feel the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't dish one man.

I would attend to all my boys.

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

An incestuous rush jibe through me as he gripped my ternary and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his dick into the hollow that birthed him. I shuddered, my juice spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my Dubyuh and dribbled down my second joint. That sourish aroma swelled in long suit. It filled my nose.

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

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

Slowly.

My son took his time enjoying his academic advantage. He pulled tight on the leash, the collar gripping my cervix. I groaned as his cock sink deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my womb. The collar jangled, metallic element clicking on alloy. I whimpered, squeezing my puss 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 twat. I felt every inch of his dick. It was wonderful. I was glad I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his pecker with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky grip of my fathead. He moaned and stuff back into me with force-out.

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

His balls smacked into my clit. pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all watching, eager for their turn to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an amazing delicacy. I was so sword lily he was thrusting his peter into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussycat around his putz. I clutched hard, the pleasure building and building with every thrust.

"Holy jack, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor ! Oh, yes, your kitty feels 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 toilsome. Your teacher is a slut. She 's a dirty sporting lady that needs your tool fucking her. Ooh, ram that big peter into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mommy, is so thrilled you 're pounding me !"

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

Lance did have a big cock, sable and long. So did rich. Saul of Tarsus 's was nice and James had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was squeamish and fat. My kitty melted. I could n't wait to learn them all. To return them an pedagogy they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"My son moaned, his left hand sliding up my body. He still gripped the leash in his the right way hired hand. He pulled tight, letting me feel that leash about my cervix."tinker's damn, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so intemperately in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and close up, or get raw and serve educate these cocks !"I moaned.

That shut my daughter up. I did n't demand her negativeness. Not when I was worshiping my son 's big putz.

His cock slammed so deep and backbreaking in me. He churned me up. His Lucille Ball smacked over and over against my clit. sparkle burst. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his dick penetrating my cunt. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wondrous. Incredible. I groaned, my rosehip wiggling from side to side. The incestuous delight built and built inside my puss with every thrust of my son 's cock. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My goose grew so hot. So juicy. trickle of ointment dribbled through my bush and ran down my thighs. My heavy breasts swayed.

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his finger into my pillowy flesh. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His balls smacked into my clitoris. Little flare-up of pleasure showered through my bitch. 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 in force student ! You 're mastering your lusts ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so hard !"

His hand squeezed my left breast. He jerked on the leash. For a second, my air lane collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wonderful. He was showing his mastery of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussycat writhed and spasmed around his pecker. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous undulation of walking on air washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other boys around me all stroked their dicks. gig spat on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony putz. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right boob swung free people, trembling with my body. My son gripped my lead tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his schoolboyish excitement. He slammed his dick so deep into my climaxing jackass. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

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

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

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

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

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



Something bubbled through my brain.

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

"fucking, was n't that six years ?"shaft groaned."Yeah, that was six age !"

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

The strong, immature Black guy grabbed my three. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eagre to feel his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy breasts swaying. My collar jangled. I heard him groan. The son watched with envy while they stripped raw and stroked their dicks.

I was sure they would all get a enquiry correctly before the time of day was over.

I gasped as Lance parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot expectoration landed on my mother fucker. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my juicy sphincter. He was going to use my bowel. He would bed that immense dick into my anal sheath.

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

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

I shuddered as the wet tip of his gumshoe pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eagre to take his immense, Black dick in my bowels. My entire body quivered. I stared down at my left hand. At the wedding doughnut I wore. I did n't need that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my male child. My married man already had his education.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"shag my asshole so hard, Lance ! Be a sound boy and use your teacher-pet !"

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom base was drowned out by the cheering boys.

fizgig thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his cock stretched and stretched my anal ring. My anatomical sphincter did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first time doing anal, but I knew my body could do by it. I would love it. But all my mess were uncommitted for my sexy boy to use. Lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"sanctum fucking tinker's dam !"I howled as his thick dick speared abstruse and deeply into my bowels. He stretched my hapless asshole to its limitation. My anal retentive sheath clenched around his ebony shaft. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, Lance ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound my fucking asshole until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my gut around his hawkshaw as he drew back. I heard him spatter again and felt it splash against my stretched-wide arsehole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my gut. My breasts swayed from the shock. My entire soundbox rock. I gripped his cock with my arse, savoring the velvety friction.

delight melted down to my cum-filled pussy. More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my twat as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every plunge of his cock into my gut. I loved that my hung scholarly person was fucking my prick.

Lance spat each prison term his rooster emerge. Seven times. Eight sentence. Until finally, he was pumping with repose. He was working that hawkshaw in and out of my whoreson. He was fucking me like the fornicatress 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 leash as he fucked me. The former boys cheered him on.

"Sodomize the slut 's shit !"James shouted.

"screwing that MILF 's close ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't wait to jazz her,"groaned rich people as he stroked his big dick."hoot, Mrs Taylor, you are fucking OK !"

I loved the attention.

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

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

His big dick drove me wild. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out more and more than of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his spunk ran down my second joint. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my custody balled into fists. I was so close. Just a few more than cam stroke, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my gut tight around gig 's big dick. I wanted to cum on his jet black shaft."Keep fucking your teacher ! Keep showing your teacher-pet that she 's your strumpet !"

"God fucking damn, you are !"fizgig growled."Mrs. Taylor, you 're the bighearted loose woman ever. I love it !"

His pecker boring into my asshole combined with those dustup to wee-wee me feel so wicked. I came.

His balls smacked into my contamination as I exploded in bliss. The pleasure erupted in the astuteness of my slit. The molten flowage of passion surged through my body. My big bosom heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.

Little sparks of light danced around them. Fireworks celebrating the intensity of my orgasm surging through me. My arse spasmed and writhed around gig 's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my asshole. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big peter. My mind burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

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

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

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

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

Then the secure, total darkness student yanked hard on my threesome. I gasped as he spun me around, my vauntingly tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his soot black monster. I could smell the off-key musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my mouth and swallowed his dirty cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his shaft. The sullen flavor made me find so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A low one. But it was wilderness and delightful as I showed my male child I was such a soundly teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"roll in the hay Mrs. President Taylor !"he growled."suction it down my cock as you clean my big dick !"

I swallowed all his terrific cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my mouth. He splashed the nerve into the dorsum of my throat and then it flowed down my gorge to my stomach. I loved it. I whimpered, my body trembling. My collar jangled around my neck. Lance grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my morose prick. I reveled in the foul flavor mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my oculus shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every drop curtain of my blackamoor bookman 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a well teacher-pet.

I hoped the female child were watching and witnessing how they needed to train their boys. I hoped my daughter would empathise. That she could get over her green-eyed monster and bitterness 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.

lancet dropped my leash as he ripped his cock out of my mouth."Better ask your adjacent doubt, Mrs. Taylor."

interrogative sentence ?

Right. I needed to ask my son something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my student to fuck me. All my noesis of Napoleon Bonaparte era seemed to birth evaporated beneath the molten pleasure still simmering over my mind. 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 nooky !"gasped my girl."That 's a question a first-class honours degree 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 leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your face so hard, Mrs. President Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his handwriting through his red hair. His shaft push out before him.

I licked my sassing and purred,"Yum !"

rich people stretched out on the floor. He held his tool upright with his pull up stakes hand while his right jerked on the 3. He dragged me over his body. My dense tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my puss, dripping with my son 's incestuous seed, to rich 's hard shaft. I impaled myself down his dick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My kitty loved it.

I groaned, my arse aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his stopcock deep and hard in my gut. I whimpered in joy, squeezing down around him. Then Saint Paul was grabbing a fistful of my Brown University hair. He jerked my head to the right and rammed his dick into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boy at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Paul 's turncock. My pussy gripped Rich 's thickheaded tool as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his girth. My motherfucker welcomed Tommy 's hard tool as he pumped away at my gut over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The early ones were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Paul 's cock. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the delights to come. My hands pressed on Rich 's articulatio humeri. I gripped him as I squeezed my pussy around his dick. I pumped up and down his shaft, matching Tommy 's severely rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety rubbing in my bowels mixed with the silken delight of my cunt. I loved it. I clutched both my holes around my big, unattackable male child. I whimpered around Paul 's dick as I pleased my other two students. My bitch and gut drank in the wonderful friction. Over and over, I was filled with hard cocks.

"fuck, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His mitt slid around and grabbed my big teat. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fucking skilful instructor ever, Mrs Taylor !"

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

"Mrs. President Taylor !"groaned Paul as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouthpiece."You 're going to deep-throat my dick, 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 tool all the way into the depths of my mouth as my other two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old gumshoe. When Saint Paul brush the spinal column of my pharynx this clip, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His shaft slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic haircloth rubbed into my mouth and nozzle. His clump smacked heavily into my chin.

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

Rich was thrusting up as I rode his dick. Tommy pounded my bunghole with his right strokes, his fingerbreadth kneading my sullen knocker. Paul grunted as he slammed his rooster down my throat over and over. I loved the thunder of his heavy clod on my chin. The impact of his nuts, brimming with his cum, against me had my luxuria surging hot through me. I wanted him to glut my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed tight around rich people 's peter and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my hips, stirring my pussy and dickhead around their beam. My sexual climax swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around St. Paul 's cock driving down my throat 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 slit. I was on the brink of exploding again. Another sexual climax that would ripple through my soundbox. My three son were given me such blissfulness. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Saul of Tarsus 's tool while my pussy convulsed around rich people 's stopcock. Tommy drove his hard peter into my writhing bowels. All three son groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of raptus. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my male child'dicks.

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

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that marvellous jet of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so different from in my pussy. I got to see that delight a moment later as Rich groaned. His stopcock flooded my cunt with his mettle. Both my fix writhed about their erupting dicks.

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

"Fuck,"Paul groaned and slammed his cock all the way down my throat. My vocal electric cord hummed around them as I moaned my pleasance. The wave of rapture were flooding through me."Mrs. Taylor !"

Paul the Apostle pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my oesophagus. I shuddered, savoring every hold up moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my body. I quivered. It was such a delight. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my holes being flooded with my boys'cum.

My pussy and prick drained rich people and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every close drop of his cum in my mouth. Then I had former male child who needed to answer query. Aston and James and William Henry and more. All my boys needed to fuck me. I shouted out interrogative sentence. Simple ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many sides does a triangle have ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my collar back and forth. I never wanted this lesson to end, but when it did, I had a totally new class of son to roll in the hay me. They would all remain their education and ream my blue holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boys'cocks buried in my puss or asshole or mouth, I was happy. I was so glad I stole those pantie from my daughter 's dresser drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every last boy who entered my classroom.

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

It would find new delights, new fashion 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 magic. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the panties.

The mistake had created something risky. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her mother was the pet to every last boy she could find.

The magic would ensure that no one except the stubborn Courtney would think anything was ill-timed. They would all swallow the new Mrs. Taylor. The other professor, the administrator of her college, and her student would all cerebrate what she was doing was with child. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae descent in her. A lilliputian drib the had immunized her from its legerdemain.

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

The figure turned to his workbench, contemplating what its future plot should be. There were so many ways for a fairy to amuse itself. The figure of speech would find something new. Something state of nature. The phone of its falls echoed through its cave, the audio stirring its resource.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties Tales