Mind-Control panty

tarradiddle trine : Sexy Little Delight

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

The figure entered the outlet store. It was one step above a thrift store, not the sort of place that panties in the style that the digit made were sold. No risque delights to titillate a young woman 's wanton desires. No trendy clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these dyad pantie was needed here.

The figure was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold mailboat of plain, boring panties, so like to the case worn by the endure girl the figure had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red step-in with those bluff, blue letters surrounded by a shimmering silver border.

Sexy Delight.

The public figure kept walking, knowing that particular miss, Heather milling machine, would be along in moments.

broom was a tall girl, XVIII, wearing a baggy, gray dress to obscure the fullness of her anatomy. Curvy and alky, her bounty overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would salivate over. The type of ripe pleasure that would adorn their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fantasy.

Not that heather mixture would ever be allowed to show off her figure. Not with her female parent, honour Miller, ensuring that her girl wore the blandest, most unflattering clothes possible.

Her daughter would stay pure.

Calluna vulgaris did n't mind. She was a quiet girl who obeyed her female parent. Shy. She was n't like one of those brassy girls."All started out,"her mother would care to say."You 're my good, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When Heather saw the span of panties casually draped over a package of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrible misapprehension. Those panties did not belong here. She had popped into the store to run a warm errand. Normally, she would never shop for wear without her mother 's being present. She only passed this fussy kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the panty merely to deliver them to the right store doer. As she gripped it, she noticed the Bible printed on them, Sexy Delight. The quite a little stirred a strange, pensive longing through her soul.

The gold braid of long, black hair swung down her back as she stared at those glittering letters. Would anyone ever think I was sexy ? she thought.

Her mother certainly never believed she would be."I always gave thanks to God that I had a knit stitch Jane for a daughter. None of the boy will ever sniff around you. You 're going to be pure."

Heather knew she should n't do this. That it was wrongfulness. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the panties and pressing them to her pocketbook. She pushed it recondite, burying it beneath all the accouterment rattling around in her purse. Her nerve burn with shame, but she rationalized her legal action by simply reminding herself that these panty clearly were n't the store 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato striptease artist to replace the one that had broken last dark and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried abode, her handbag feeling spare lumbering despite how little the pair of panty weighed.

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Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred times since the late evening. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but I had n't even gotten out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting panty on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So burnished and colorful. They were for a pretty girl. A painted harlot. Not for a field Jane like me.

There was a wet heat between my thighs. It was something I rarely paid attention to. Sometimes, I felt that shameful warmth when in the shower and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly handsome boy at her college. The type of boy my mother always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

"You do n't want to ever marry a boy,"Mother often told me."He 'll leave you. Just like your father did. They want multi-colour harlots, not a Plain Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your Father still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever leave me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my gown. I could hear mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large breasts swayed before me as I pulled down the yoke of light-blue pantie I wore to bed, the ghost of Vinca rosea so faded it practically was white. I worked the cotton off my thigh and glanced at the garish duo. I could n't believe I was going to bear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could pretend.

Was there anything really wrong with that ?

It was n't like any the boys would notice me. They would never eff I had them on beneath my long skirt. That I was wearing something with those naughty wrangle on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thought process of those two dustup increase that fondness between my second joint. I glanced down at my black bush, gasping at the mess of moisture beading on my pubic fuzz. My boldness burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the ruby panties and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electric tingle racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat edifice and edifice inside of me.

What was wrong with me ?

I whimpered, my large breasts swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my branch. The material clung to my thighs then my rump. I had to work the stretchy fabric up and over my plump fundament. I shuddered, my men adjusting the flexible girdle about my hips. They rode lower than they should. They fit so soaked. Where they too small for me ?

"Heather, it 's time for breakfast !"Mother shouted from below.

I had no time to commute."Just a minute !"

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A long, coloured skirt and a gray blouse that push all the way up to my neck opening, the sleeves going all the way to my articulatio radiocarpea. It was loose to hide my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the case that was designed to constrain such clunky, large boobs like mine. I slipped the band around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the male child would n't agnise just how busty I was.

"Even a plain Jane will own the boys sniffing around her if they realize she has big boob,"mother would say."Just like that harlot cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the gray blouse that I 'd selected, working the push button up with the speedy motion. It fit open on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the taking into custody. The fanny fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the prospicient, fatal annulus. I stepped into it as my mother called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my odd side and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my air-sleeve and pulled them on as fast as I could.

"broom Henry Valentine Miller,"Mother cried for a third base time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the door, my contraband hair swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so nervous after taking those step-in home, that I forgot to untie it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't have to spend the time to read braided this morning.

Those naughty scanty gripped my rump as I headed down the stairs. The framework seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so incorrect. So spicy. That rut between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My female parent peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a retentive, blench dress decorated with paisley flowers. It was as conservative as mine, the catch cubby about her neck, the sleeves descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"well, there you are,"she said."Let me get a flavour at you."

I came close to her, waiting for her inspection. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious step-in I had on. Her men slid from my shoulders down to my elbows, smoothing the fabric into my skin. She gripped me there, eyes flicking up and down my body. She frowned.

The tingles rippled through me.

"Is something faulty, Mother ?"I asked.

"No,"she said, slowly. Her brow furrowed more."Everything looks fine."

I trembled. I wanted to fink what I 'd done. To tell her what I was wearing beneath my chick. I was being naughty.

"well, I 'm sure whatever it is, I 'll figure it out,"she said.

My tummy roiled. How could she sleep with ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the warmth glowing in my cheeks ?

"Well, make out on, your breakfast is getting cold."

"Yes, Mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a small breakfast corner lay. There were two pipe bowl of cream wheat, field and unseasoned. It was n't that gourmandize made from instant. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would serve settle my stomach. Mother stared at me the entire clock time across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the thick substance, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in persuasion. My gamey sex clenched. My breasts felt so sozzled in my bra. Constricted.

"I just ca n't put my finger on it,"female parent said when I finish. She stood up, her breakfast only half eaten.

"On what ?"I asked, my abdomen so tight.

"On you,"she said, bustling up to me. To my shock absorber, she undid the top button of my blouse.

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in daze surprise.

"You know, you 're such a joy. Maybe, I have been a niggling too strict with you. You 're eighteen. A womanhood grown. I forget that sometimes."

"Oh, it 's approve, Mother,"I said."I do n't want to be one of those painted harlots."

mother pursed her lips. Her hired man were on my shoulders, rubbing me. All the affectionateness of her fingers bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my arms. It was so ... strange. Then her hands moved to the straw man of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

"Okay, that 's perfect,"she said."Let 's get you to school."

I nodded, my peel feeling so exposed. I mean, the open blouse only showed off my clavicle. The Reverend 's married woman showed off this much skin. I should n't feel at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoe scuffling along as I dragged my feet. My intellection whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the passenger hindquarters, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how ample I was. female parent glanced over me, her lips tightening. My impertinence warm. I hated reminding her of that self-important fancy woman who stole Daddy from our life story. Her eyes flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the meter just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this sure thing that she knew about my loathly panties and was trying to depict the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few clit of my blouse was some kind of strange torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would confess my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few son hanging out front, including Chris. My cheeks warmed more at the deal of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his haircloth shadow and forgetful. I tried not to think those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his font would come out in my judgment. It made me want to refer myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not rectify,"Mother said. She reached out and did two more than buttons. I gasped, as she opened my blouse wide-cut, revealing more of my skin. I could see the top side of my titty. If she undid another clit, people would see my bra.

My impudence went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

"You need to relax,"Mother said."You 're such a delight. Why, I bet the boys will love you."

My oculus were so encompassing at that. son ?"Are you okay, mother ?"

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling expectant. Just staring at you is making me feel all fond. Like how I used to finger when I was your age before your forefather ruined everything."

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my side. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my Holy Scripture bag on my lap, not trusted what to do. My mother opened the threshold and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would hump that I had big breasts. Then he would start to lust after a champaign Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my long skirt whisper. I was so aware of my endanger segmentation. I felt my tit jiggling like they were fighting to escape my bra. I wanted to unthaw away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"Mother said, taking my helping hand and leading me towards Chris and the former two boy."Does n't my girl just take care pretty ?"

My eyes widened."mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet delectation ?"female parent asked. Her paw swept down my rear and over my rump, smoothing my bird."I know she has n't dressed for it, but you can see it, ca n't you, boys ?"

I wanted to meld in pity. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shallow breathing space, not to let my bosom swell, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my pectus intumescence as my mother 's deal smooth across my tush again.

"Yeah, you do think she such a terrific joy, do n't you, boys ?"Mom said.

"Well ..."Chris scratched the rachis of his head."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You guess ?"female parent said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another button. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the former boys, could see the cream coloration of my bra peeking out. I want to conk. This could not be happening. female parent undecided my blouse further, her hands brushing across my bosom. My nipples were tough. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. terrible tingles raced through me.

"Now what you think ?"mother asked."I know she 's not wearing the most flattering clothes, but you ca n't deny how beautiful my daughter is. And aspect at those delightful breasts."

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a little jiggle. The boy were all staring at me like wolves. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My face were so strong. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumb brushed my nipples again, my pussy growing wet. I could finger it. These naughty juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked panty I wore.

"Now, broom, have a lovely day,"Mother said."Do n't worry, I 'll do something about your clothes. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to roll in the hay about the scanty. She kept saying that word : joy. I could experience those letters burning across my rump.

female parent whirled away and headed back to the car, her chick swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my exposed tit, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My kitty was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To abuse myself like a ungodly girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The boys parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their eyes running up and down my flesh. They knew I was chesty. That my breasts were big. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the strange exhilaration shooting through me.

boy liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flutter warmth shooter through me as I entered my college, other students noticing me. Girls gasped in shock while boy leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delicious my bosom were. My braid of tomentum swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my footprint. My mother 's signature burned across my skin. The panty were so tight, cupping my bottom, my pussy.

I felt so naughty down there. I felt like instead of a pussy, I had that cruddy word between my thighs. That C word.

Cunt.

"Heather !"my booster, Vivian, gasp. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her modest tits."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of flesh for you to be showing."

"Mother thought I should ... depict off my delightful breasts,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help oneself but push up my tits out before me. I was enjoying the attending. All the guys looking at me. Hungering for me.

Vivian fell in beside me, her eyes full."Your female parent did that ?"

I nodded, heading towards my first of all class."I know, it 's so strange, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a delectation. For everyone to know that I 'm not just a plain Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a Plain Jane, Heather. You 're cute. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would obliterate to accept tits as big as yours."She looked around."All the other young lady are staring at you. They 're seeing how sonsy you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My admirer nodded."This is just hazardous. Your mom 's gone loony ?"

"I do n't acknowledge,"I said, too scared to remark the pantie and the D Christian Bible printed on them. I drew in a deep intimation, my bureau ascension and falling. My chest rising and falling. son groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why female child want to record off their flesh and attract boys'attention. Now I was starting to empathise it. It made me finger so naughty. So loathsome and wanton. They desired me like I was a pleasure. A aphrodisiacal pleasure. A chill ran through me as I entered my classroom and my instructor, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the mess of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back flat like always, wishing my bra did n't squash my bosom so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. Mother wanted me to do this, then it had to be o.k.. I always listen to my mother.

Chris sat down beside me, a roguish grin on his expression."Hey,"he said, nodding to me."You look precious today."

I could n't help the girlish giggle that burst from my mouth. I had never made such a phone before in my life, but it made him grinned larger. I was feeling so wicked. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his example. I focused on his speech like always. I felt all those boys staring at me. They were paying attending to me, not the instructor. I could n't help the grin on my lip. I could n't help taking delight in it. This was perfect. I wish I had done this before. My puss was so juicy and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my lesson when the room access opened and my mother walked in holding shopping base. Everyone 's head snapped over. The plastic rustled. I blinked at the vision of her as she hurried over me.

"I bought these as fast as I could,"mother said."I 'm so dismal for making you wear that sloppy wearing apparel. Do n't worry, your mother will make you into a sexy delight."

"Mom,"I gasped as she stopped before me.

"It 's alright,"she said, a broad smile on her brim. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."female parent is going to wee everything right. Now, stand up and let 's get those dress off of you."

"Here !"I gasped as I found myself standing up, a naughty, wild prickling racing through my pussy.



"Yes, here,"Mother said. She glanced at Chris and smiled."All the son want to see what a aphrodisiacal delectation you are."

The humankind had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful heat rushed through me as Mother attacked the final push of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian right field ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my mother was keeping me plain by dressing me dowdy and not allowing me to wear makeup ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new panties cause her to pull in the true statement ?

She clicked her tongue as she opened my blouse, shaking her nous in disgust."This bra is not going to mould. I 'm deplorable, but I 've been buying you bras two sizing too small. I was just trying to tame these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, mother reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I groaned as the press was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, enceinte and pillowy mild, hanging with their heavy weightiness. Both my nipples were voiceless, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide areolas. Every boy in the schoolroom, Chris included, groaned at the pile of them.

"Damn,"Chris muttered, a big smile on his face.

Mr. Beauregard stared at me with this feeling no teacher should hold for his student.

My back straightened as I drank in the drawing card.

My mother squeezed my breasts."I know,"mother said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these soaker knocker. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy delight ?"

"Inferno yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my breast the final examination credit crunch, even me tingling. Her hand and slid down my body, caressing my hide, sending waves of heating plant washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a blue word to use for my pussy ; it made me feel so wicked cerebration it—clenched. I had this thick ache inside of me. I needed something to permeate my virgin depths. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

mother 's helping hand reached my bird. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastener. She found it while my body trembled. My large, exposed breasts swaying. Every boy watched them, their optic tracking the slightest movement of my bighearted tits.

"I ca n't trust I made you wear this garbage bag,"female parent said as she yanked the doll down my legs."But, ooh, what are you wearing ? You naughty girl."

SMACK !

I gasped as her hand spanked my panty-clad rump. Her script lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my shape, her digit digging into my crack.

"Sexy delight,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear stuff like this old age ago. I 'm so sorry, Heather. I 'm going to be a safe mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my pelvis and turned me, letting all the male child see those juicy panty clinging to my ass. Her paw pushed down on the heart of my back, bending me over halfway. My breast swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his vox so throaty. mother 's hired man kept caressing over my tooshie, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussy ache. I grew so wet.

tang !

I gasped, my back straightening after the bit spank landed.

"Mmm, yes, you are a sexy delectation, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new clothes. Obviously, you have the perfect pair of panties for this skirt !"

Her hands darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, black wench. It possessed so little cloth to it. I gasped at how short it was. Would that hide anything ?

female parent smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide the waistband of the wench, ready for me to pace into it. My gravid tits jiggled as I did just that, my braiding swaying down my back. showtime, my rightfulness leg and then my left hand leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my flowing calves, brushing my silky thighs.

I groaned as her hint climbed higher and higher. I knew I should n't enjoy my mother touching me, but it just felt so naughty right now. All the boy were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying breasts with glistening eyes.

mother pulled the skirt up and over my bottom. The girdle hugged low on my pelvic girdle, the dame barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would flash my naughty panty and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what eccentric of girl I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a revolting whimper that had my gravid knocker swaying and brushing together.

My tit throbbed. I wanted to bear upon them. I wanted to extend to my pussycat, but I was surrounded by my class fellow. No masturbating right now. I would get to wait until I got dwelling to savour myself for the first time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"Mother purred."I did n't quite know what your bust size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't retrieve your classmates will take care. Right, Chris ?"

"No way, Mrs moth miller,"groaned Chris, his eyes locked on my swaying tits.

"Naughty boy,"mother said and then tweaked my nipple.

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me throb. This wicked rut snap down to my naughty pussy. I groaned as my step-in felt so soaked. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my kitty ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as little fabric as the skirt. There were no sleeve. It looked like a tube of raspberry-red material, the Sami hue as my pantie. How could that cover anything ?

"weapon system up in the air,"Mother said. She giggled as I did that."All the boys loved how that made your boob jiggled. Ooh, they 're all hard for you. My daughter is a busty, sexy delight."

Mom pulled the tube top down my arms and worked it down my head. There was a flash of red that filled my vision, and then she was pulling the stretchable material over my large breasts. I gasped as my intemperately nipples drank in the rasping texture of the material. I groaned as Mom adjusted the cloth, making trusted that fit my large knocker perfectly.

"There you are,"Mother said, beaming. She clapped her helping hand on my cheeks."My sexy delight."

I gasped as she gave me a kiss on the sassing. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this wild Rush through me. All the boys exploded into clapping. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a pack of aper. I shuddered as the sounds rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, ling,"Mother said, giving me another grin."I 'm going to be meddling shopping and buy you a whole new wardrobe. I 'll pick you up some matter to thing to show you."

"Thanks, female parent,"I said, my cunt tingling. Gosh, I really, really need to flirt with myself. My digit itched should just slide beneath my light, forgetful skirt.

"Have a respectable day, Chris,"Mother said as she whirled around and sauntered out, still dressed in her bulky, unflattering clothes.

"By, Mrs. Miller,"croaked Chris.

His eyes flicked to me, stirring with hunger as I sat down. My big breasts bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just expose for everyone to lust over. The cloth gripped my chest, letting them swing free. They were without support for the first time in my life. I could feel everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny fog. I was so thwarted. So bore to do thing. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from social class to social class like a hungry pack of dogs. When I slipped in to use the toilet facility, I could feel them pacing outdoors, waiting for me to issue so they could swarm. Chris took the hint, salivating. He was always licking his lips, his cock hard.

My Virgo pussycat ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my body in my new clothing. When I had to flex over, I could feel my skirt sliding high and in high spirits, revealing the freighter slope my rump, then more and more of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the racy step-in. I knew some of the glittering letters were peeking out, bright-blue persona printed on cherry-red fabric.

My breast would rock at the svelte motion. The stretchable tube top molded to them, highlighting my mammilla. My areolas. The cloth was so thin you could see everything. I was so wet. My step-in gave a valorous effort to soak up my emollient, but I started feeling the naughty juices trickling down my thighs. My annulus was so brusk, the guys had to see the gummy gleam.

I did n't take to buy my tiffin today. All the Guy were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the aphrodisiacal girlfriend in the domain. I had never been happy. I hummed in delight, my shoulder swaying, making my titty bounce for the boy'enjoyment. I groaned as they drooled like thirsty dogs.

When dejeuner ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this wolfish smile on his lips."Would you like to come over to my menage ? You know, hang out. heed to some music. Just relax."

I was n't an idiot. I was sheltered, but not that much.

"I would like to,"I groaned, my kitty clenching.

He grinned at me, and then the naughty boy gave my ass a squeeze. He felt my rump, making me shudder.

I was giddy all through my net few course. Chris wanted to make lovemaking to me. He wanted to enjoy my aphrodisiac body while all alone at his house. I could n't waitress to severalise female parent. I was so breathless, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just seize my desk, my integral body shaking, all the male child tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, family were over. Chris was ready to claim me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I emerged from my biology class, marking his territory. A gamey shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a foreign look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confused. I did n't handle. I was going home with Chris.

My poor, virginal pussy would finally get the satisfaction I needed. Craved. I would go insane if I did n't get something inside of me. I quivered beside Chris as we headed through the residence, my breasts bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the other guy scowled.

I was sure I would go home with them soon. But today I was Chris's.

My mother was waiting for me outdoors. She had a new rig for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather chick and co-ordinated stays she wore, the dismal garment lifting her own surprisingly large titty into profuse mounds. She had healed, thigh-high kicking and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

For a consequence, I thought she was talking to me.

"That 's my sexy delight, not yours,"Mother said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather skirt was so forgetful that barely covered anything."You 're lucky I let you look at her, boy. But do n't you even think you get to enjoy her. She is mine !"

mother seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant cleavage. She stared into my heart as her free people hand cupped my face. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was different from the earlier one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her natural language jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the passion of rushing out of my kitty-cat, my step-in tingling around my pussycat and buttocks. I whimpered into her oral fissure, shuddering while the watching boys burst into the whoops and holloa. This was so mystify. I could n't believe this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her girdle, my tit throbbing and aching.

female parent broke the kiss, her middle wild."I 've been thinking about you all day !"she groaned."How sexy you are. How delicious you look in those wearing apparel. Your boob. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your pussy. Oh, god have I been thinking about your snatch. You want to see how wet you made your mother ?"

"Mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So sinewy. In control. She 'd dominated me my full lifespan. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. Her skirt swayed before me. I could reek that wicked scent of leather. There was another fragrance beneath it. Spicy. That Saame musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

"Lift my skirt and see what you 've done to me,"female parent moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new clothes, imagining using all your new toys, just thinking about your sexy delight has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your grimace buried beneath my skirt and see how wet you made your female parent !"

I lifted the nominal head of mother 's wench. I stared not at a thick, chocolate-brown Bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy sassing were thick, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juices, that spicy scent filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her twat, drinking in her coming into court. I spotted this minuscule bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

"Eat your mother 's cunt !"a guy howled.

"Just consume her, you sexy slut !"

"God, your mother 's a foul dyke !"

"Eat that dyke-mother 's pussy !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dam all my life history. I tried to defend it. I tried to sham I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to bury my nerve between those lush breasts. I wanted to be the one to revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, sonsy delectation. Now get that typeface buried in my snatch and piss me cum. You have to love me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my face into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her congregation. Her spicy juices coated my tongue. cunt was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hands grabbed her hip as I stroked my lingua through those thick rim. Her emollient coated my Kuki. My cheeks. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My spit lapped at her kitty-cat, stroking her bend and brushing that picayune bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her button. I stroked my spit around it, flicking it, making my female parent gasp and moan. I made her sense amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my aphrodisiac pleasure,"Mother moaned."gambol with my clitoris. Oh, yes, act with that little bud."

"God, Heather, you 're just a slattern for your mother 's cunt !"Chris howled.

"That 's right hand,"female parent groaned."She 's all mine. I get to enjoy her. I get to pop her cherry."

How could she do that ? Mother did n't have got a cock.

I did n't know. I did n't care. I just pressed my backtalk into her duncish pussycat lips. My lingua flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my tongue into her deepness, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. More and more of her spicy pick poured into my mouth. The sapidity ignited my gustatory perception buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this loathly champion rippled through me.

I loved it. I loved this incestuous flavor. This wicked, wanton pleasure.

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The cheers rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to cause my mother cum. That dirty, nasty tidings for that thing I was never allowed to take. The delight I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother make me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the greatest affair in the world. I wanted to yield her that pleasance. I nibbled on her cunt lips. I sucked on her clitoris. I made her gasp and moan, her large breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

"That 's it, slut, eat me out !"moaned mother."You 're a trivial dam like me !"

"I am !"I moaned.

"make YOUR MOTHER CUM !"shouted from the boys.

I had to form her explode.

I sucked on mother 's clit. She gasped and squealed out in delight. She whimpered. Her beautiful sounds echoed through the air. Her juices gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my lips and ran down my Kuki and cheeks. I tried to lap up them up, but there was so much spicy cream.

"Oh, yes, my aphrodisiac, pussy-licking pleasure !"mother howled."I 'm cumming !"

Mother sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so wonderful. I could n't wait for my good turn to feel it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy twat, gathering up all the incestuous cream that spilled out of her. My body trembled from the frisson of this naughty, wanton act.

"holy whoreson, Heather actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

"Way to go my Heather ! You 're such a dam !"

"lover that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their gamey words, my consistence trembling as I kept licking. mother shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a footprint back, pulling her cunt from my aspect. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my backtalk, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"Mother said, wrenching open the passenger door.

She reached into a bag, the outdoor silklike Thomas Gray with a pair of melanize brim on the presence. She wrenched out the bright, pink object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a member. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the beam of light. It had segment almost like a Caterpillar 's physical structure. My vestal pussy clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The early end was capped by a fluid ball. mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her nipple non-white red.

She thrust the bulbous end of the dildo up between her thighs. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her pussy. Her heart widened as the former end of the dildo thrust out from beneath her skirt. It was like she had her own shaft.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

"Oh, you 're getting that snatch broken in, Heather !"a guy yelled.

"shit, Chris, you almost got that joy,"another guy said and laughed.

"If you had, I 'd have to whip your ass for touching my sexy pleasure,"female parent said."Now you, bend over the hoodlum of the car, dropped his panties, and machinate for Mother to roll in the hay you.

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned, so aegir to obey.

My tits heaved as I hopped to my infantry. My short chick flared, flashing my cherry-red panties and those naughty words at the boy. I darted for the car, my big breast heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and hang over, pressing my pinhead into the toughie. My pap throbbed at the impinging, imbibition in the wonderful feeling of the railway locomotive 's passion haemorrhage through the metal. My handwriting flicked up my skirt, my hip wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My thumb hooked the waistband of my panties. I thrust them off my arse, groaning as I exposed my juicy puss, my Dubyuh soaked by my excitement.

My female parent clicked her tongue in exasperation."All that hair has to go,"she said."When we get home, I 'll teach you how to dress your cunt."

"Yes, female parent !"I gasped, so eager for that.

"I just came, but I 'm still so wet to pop your cherry,"mother moaned."You 'll be my niggling, sexy delight. My slut-daughter whore. You 're everything I want, wo n't you ?"

"Yes,"I moaned."Just as long as I get to look hot. Just so long as everyone gets to see me."

"I 'll have that tattoo on your low-down back. A tramp stamp that will let everyone sleep with that your mommy 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my kitty clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot flesh. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clit before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so gear up for Mother 's phony pecker to ram into me to make me finger astonish. I just knew she 'd give me such pleasure. She 'd cause me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy lips, savoring the flavor of her puss as all the boy cheered :"POP THAT cherry red !"

"POP THAT cherry red !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

Mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a sharply flash of pain in the ass that was swallowed by a tidal wave of rapture. The dildo slammed into my depths, the segmented body caressing my silky flesh. I groaned, my impair cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her privates smacked into my prat, my body shuddering atop the hood of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my kitty-cat clinging to the shaft. I felt each one of the segments pop out of my pussy, leaving just the tip in me. With a groan, female parent slammed back into me. She buried that big, boneheaded dick into my cunt, the delight rippling through me.

My cheek scrunched up with bliss. maven burst across my eyes. I gasped and groaned, my rose hip wiggling, stirring my pussycat around her jab toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me operose, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a expression over my shoulder, watching her right boob bouncing, the left wanting to disclose free of her stays. Her face twisted with such patch delight as she pounded my impair snatch. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old puss hard and fast.

"What a slutty girl I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your nipples and wind you around by a trio !"

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, my pleasure growing. Her every thrust brought me closer and closer to that witching moment.

"You 're gon na fall apart physical composition and look like a painted harlot. My painted lady of pleasure. I 'll buy you a boob ticker. You 'll use it every day until your boob start lactating. You drank my milk, now I want to pledge yours !"

"Oh, god, yes !"I howled."Just fuck me, female parent !"

I was frantic. feverish. Her every thrusting brought me unaired and closer to that rattling explosion. My starting time orgasm. I was so excited for it. She slammed the duncish dildo so deep in me, the section caressing my slick flesh. She churned my twat up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

"Cum on your mother 's big dildo, you sexy slut !"growled the cheering boys.

"Fuck your girl until she comes like a whore !"

"Oh, my piffling adulteress 's gon na cum gruelling, are n't you ?"Mother hissed. She grabbed a handful of my hair's-breadth and yanked my school principal up. My breasts bound before me as I gasped. My pussy clenched around the segmented dildo.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned as her mitt snap around my body.

She shoved my tube top up, my hard white meat spilling into her squeezing grip. Her fingernails bit into my left tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in burster of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How hard I could cum.

"Let me hear you scream out in exaltation, my fiddling slut-daughter."

"Yes !"I howled and orgasmed for the first of all time.

It was amazing.

firework detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My flesh spasmed and writhed about that awing jibe plunging over and over again into my slit. It was beyond words. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the pleasure rushed through my body. I whimpered, shuddering.

Waves of raptus slammed through my torso. They drowned my nous. I came so operose, touch of light burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy tits heaving, my pass on titty clutched in mommy 's tight grip. Her rectify hand gripped my hair, keeping my psyche pulled back as I cried out my exaltation for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a jade, broom !"

"A dyke slut for your Mother !"

"Way to go, Mrs miller ! You made that little whore cum !"

"Yes, I did !"female parent howled and buried her dildo trench into my climaxing cunt.

I gasped and moaned as my human body rippled and writhed around the dildo. Mother cried out with me. She joined me in raptus. We were both cumming for the integral college to see. They cheered us on. My mind melted as I reveled in being my mother 's aphrodisiac delight.

The scanty bunched around my human knee proved exactly what I was. I was so beaming I found them. Whoever accidentally left these kinky panties behind had changed everything for me.

"I 'm my mother 's slutty, sexy delectation !"I howled as my sexual climax peaked in me.

I was going to savour the rest of my submissive life.

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The figure smiled, glad that the scanty were appreciated. The number was bore for the next distich to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic debauch, the colours all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic passion. A unmarried Good Book, each letter printed in different, garish color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The figure stroked each character, eager to go shopping again.

To be continued in the next tarradiddle of Mind-Controlling Panties ...