Mind-Control Panties

Story triad : Sexy Little Delight

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

The name entered the outlet store. It was one step above a thrift computer memory, not the sort of place that panties in the style that the frame made were sold. No naughty pleasure to titillate a young cleaning lady 's wanton desires. No trendy dress were sold here, which was exactly why the soma knew these span panties was needed here.

The figure was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, average. On a shelf that sold mail boat of plain, boring panties, so similar to the case worn by the last girl the figure had changed, a new duet was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red scanty with those bold, blue alphabetic character surrounded by a shimmering silver border.

Sexy Delight.

The figure kept walking, knowing that especial girl, broom Arthur Miller, would be along in moments.

heather was a tall lady friend, eighteen, wearing a baggy, gray dress to hide the fullness of her chassis. Curvy and lush, her premium overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would drool over. The type of ripe delight that would grace their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fancy.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to record off her bod. Not with her mother, honor Alton Glenn Miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the flat, most unflattering apparel possible.

Her daughter would stay pure.

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

When Heather saw the pair of panties casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a frightful error. Those panty did not go here. She had popped into the store to run a speedy errand. Normally, she would never shop for wear without her mother 's being present. She only passed this particular kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the panties merely to surrender them to the right shop worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the Son printed on them, Sexy delight. The sight stirred a unknown, pensive longing through her soul.

The plait of long, black hair swung down her vertebral column as she stared at those glittering alphabetic character. Would anyone ever think I was sexy ? she thought.

Her female parent certainly never believed she would be."I always gave thanks to God that I had a Plain Jane for a girl. None of the boys will ever sniffle around you. You 're going to be pure."

heather knew she should n't do this. That it was wrong. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the scanty and pressing them to her bag. She pushed it deep, burying it beneath all the accessory rattling around in her purse. Her cheeks burn with shame, but she rationalized her military action by simply reminding herself that these pantie clearly were n't the store 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new spud peeler to replace the one that had broken last night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her purse feeling extra profound despite how little the duo of panties weighed.

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< unattackable > Heather moth miller < /strong >

Why did I need these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred metre since the premature eventide. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting gear up for college, but I had n't even gotten out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting step-in on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So bright and colorful. They were for a pretty girl. A painted prostitute. Not for a Plain Jane like me.

There was a wet oestrus 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 gaze at a particularly well-favored boy at her college. The eccentric of boys my mother always warned me about.

boy like my father.

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

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could see mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large breasts swayed before me as I pulled down the duet of light-blue pantie I wore to bed, the shade of periwinkle so faded it practically was white. I worked the cotton off my thighs and glanced at the garish pair. I could n't trust I was going to wear off them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could pretend.

Was there anything really amiss with that ?

It was n't like any the boy would notice me. They would never acknowledge I had them on beneath my foresighted skirt. That I was wearing something with those naughty words on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two words increase that warmth between my second joint. I glanced down at my black bush, gasping at the raft of moisture beading on my pubic whisker. My cheeks burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red panties and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my ramification, the strange, electric tingle racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the high temperature edifice and building interior of me.

What was incorrect with me ?

I whimpered, my prominent knocker swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my stage. The cloth clung to my thigh then my prat. I had to work the stretchy fabric up and over my plump rear. I shuddered, my paw adjusting the elastic waistband about my coxa. They rode lower than they should. They fit so tight. Where they too small for me ?

"heather mixture, it 's sentence for breakfast !"Mother shouted from below.

I had no clock time to change."Just a minute !"

I already had my kit for this day laid out. A hanker, nighttime dame and a greyish blouse that push button all the way up to my neck opening, the sleeves going all the way to my wrist. It was loose to hide my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the eccentric that was designed to constrain such gawky, vauntingly boobs like mine. I slipped the band around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my chest were flattened, pressed against me so the boys would n't substantiate just how busty I was.

"Even a champaign Jane will let 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 clitoris up with the rapid gesture. It fit at large on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my cervix then smoothed the collar. The tails fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, blacken chick. I stepped into it as my mother called my gens again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my lead side and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as loyal as I could.

"Calluna vulgaris Miller,"female parent cried for a third metre,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the door, my black hair swaying a thick twist behind me. I was so nervous after taking those pantie home, that I forgot to undo it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't feature to drop the time to read braided this morning.

Those naughty step-in gripped my ass as I headed down the step. The fabric seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so haywire. So juicy. That high temperature between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a retentive, pale dress decorated with paisley flowers. It was as button-down as mine, the arrest snuggery 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 have a feeling at you."

I came close to her, waiting for her inspection. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious panties I had on. Her mitt slid from my articulatio humeri down to my elbow joint, smoothing the cloth into my tegument. She gripped me there, eyes flicking up and down my organic structure. She frowned.

The tingles rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, Mother ?"I asked.

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

I trembled. I wanted to confess what I 'd done. To order her what I was wearing beneath my dame. I was being naughty.

"fountainhead, I 'm sure as shooting whatever it is, I 'll estimate it out,"she said.

My stomach roiled. How could she eff ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the warmth radiance in my impertinence ?

"Well, descend on, your breakfast is getting cold."

"Yes, Mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a diminished breakfast corner lay. There were two bowls of cream wheat, plain and untested. It was n't that stuff made from instant. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would help settle my stomach. Mother stared at me the total time across the board, hardly touching hers. Her spoonful stirred through the buddy-buddy substance, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in thought. My naughty sex clenched. My breasts felt so tight in my bra. Constricted.

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

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

"On you,"she said, bustling up to me. To my impact, she undid the top push of my blouse.

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stunned surprise.

"You know, you 're such a delectation. Maybe, I have been a footling too hard-and-fast with you. You 're eighteen. A woman grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

mother pursed her lips. Her hands were on my articulatio humeri, rubbing me. All the passion 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 front 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 skin feeling so exposed. I mean, the open blouse only showed off my collarbone. The clergyman 's married woman showed off this much tegument. I should n't feel at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoes scuffling along as I dragged my invertebrate foot. My cerebration whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the rider hind end, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my white meat, revealing just how ample I was. Mother glanced over me, her lips tightening. My nerve warm. I hated reminding her of that chesty harlot who stole Daddy from our life. Her eyes flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the time just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this certainty that she knew about my prankish step-in and was trying to attract the the true out of me. It was like undoing the top few buttons of my blouse was some sort of foreign distortion. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would profess my extraordinary behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My impudence warmed more at the sight of him. He was such a openhanded boy, tall, his hair dark and shortstop. I tried not to recollect those unwholesome sentiment about him, but when my sex was feeling so tender and juicy, his grimace would appear in my mind. It made me want to touch myself. To mistreat myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not right,"Mother said. She reached out and did two more release. I gasped, as she opened my blouse spacious, revealing more of my skin. I could see the top side of my tit. If she undid another push button, people would see my bra.

My cheeks went flaming hot.

"mother ?"I gasped, my articulation choking.

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

My eyes were so wide at that. male child ?"Are you okay, Mother ?"

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling great. Just staring at you is making me feel all fond. Like how I used to find when I was your age before your founding father 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 script bag on my lap, not sure what to do. My mother opened the door and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big white meat. Then he would start to lust after a Plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my longsighted skirt rustling. I was so aware of my disclose cleavage. I felt my titty jiggling like they were fighting to escape my bra. I wanted to dissolve away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"mother said, taking my script and leading me towards Chris and the former two male child."Does n't my daughter just look pretty ?"

My eyes widened."female parent ?"

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

I wanted to melt in shame. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shallow hint, not to let my bosom swell, but I suddenly felt so dyspneic. I was gulping in the air, my chest swelling as my female parent 's helping hand smooth across my rump again.

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

"well ..."Chris scratched the cover of his read/write head."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You suppose ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another button. My cheek burned. Chris, and the former boys, could see the cream color of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. Mother unfastened my blouse further, her helping hand brushing across my titty. My tit were grueling. I felt her helping hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. distasteful tingles raced through me.

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

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a piffling jiggle. The son were all staring at me like wildcat. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My nerve were so warmly. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumbs brushed my nipples again, my pussy growing wet. I could feel it. These naughty juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked panties I wore.

"Now, Heather, have a pin-up day,"mother said."Do n't occupy, I 'll do something about your clothes. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to bed about the pantie. She kept saying that word : delight. I could experience those missive burning across my rump.

female parent whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my exposed breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To ill-treat myself like a extraordinary 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 knocker were bountiful. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the strange exhilaration shooting through me.

boy liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering warmth shot through me as I entered my college, former students noticing me. Girls gasped in daze while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My braid of hair swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my footfall. My mother 's touch burned across my pelt. The panty were so tight, cupping my rump, my pussy.

I felt so naughty down there. I felt like instead of a kitty, I had that filthy word between my second joint. That C word.

Cunt.

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

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

Vivian fell in beside me, her eye wide."Your mother did that ?"

I nodded, heading towards my inaugural class."I know, it 's so unknown, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a delight. For everyone to have it off that I 'm not just a field Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a Plain Jane, Scots heather. You 're cute. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would pour down to give birth tits as big as yours."She looked around."All the other young woman are staring at you. They 're seeing how buxom you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My friend nodded."This is just wild. Your mom 's gone crazy ?"

"I do n't know,"I said, too scared to mention the panties and the D word printed on them. I drew in a deep breathing time, my chest revolt and falling. My tit rising and falling. son groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why girls want to show off their build and appeal boys'attention. Now I was starting to understand it. It made me feel so naughty. So wicked and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A sexy delight. A shake ran through me as I entered my classroom and my teacher, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the sight of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back heterosexual person like always, wishing my bra did n't squeeze my chest so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. female parent wanted me to do this, then it had to be okay. I always listen to my mother.

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

I could n't help the schoolgirlish giggle that burst from my sassing. I had never made such a sound 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 lesson. I focused on his public lecture like always. I felt all those male child staring at me. They were paying attending to me, not the instructor. I could n't avail the grinning on my brim. I could n't help taking delight in it. This was perfect. I wish I had done this before. My twat was so juicy and fidgety, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

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

"I bought these as fast as I could,"mother said."I 'm so no-account for making you wear that baggy dress. Do n't vex, your mother will make you into a aphrodisiac delight."

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

"It 's sanction,"she said, a liberal smile on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."female parent is going to seduce everything right. Now, stand up and let 's get those apparel off of you."

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



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

The world had gone utterly mad today.

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

Why did my new panties cause her to understand the accuracy ?

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

As I shrugged out of my blouse, mother reached behind me and open my bra. I groaned as the force per unit area was taken off my boob. They spilled out, large and pillowy lenient, hanging with their backbreaking weight. Both my nipples were hard, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide ring of color. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight of them.

"damn,"Chris muttered, a big smiling on his face.

Mr. Beauregard stared at me with this facial expression no teacher should suffer for his student.

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

My female parent squeezed my breasts."I know,"mother said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these lush chest. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy delectation ?"

"hell on earth yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my boob the final clinch, even me tingling. Her deal and slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending Wave of heat washing down to my juicy bit. My cunt—that was such a racy word to use for my pussy ; it made me feel so wicked thought process it—clenched. I had this deep ache inside of me. I needed something to penetrate my virgin depth. I glanced at Chris, sighting the protuberance of his cock.

I excited him.

Mother 's paw reached my skirt. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fixing. She found it while my physical structure trembled. My bombastic, expose breasts swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the fragile crusade of my giving tits.

"I ca n't believe I made you wear this food waste bag,"Mother said as she yanked the annulus down my legs."But, ooh, what are you wearing ? You naughty girl."

SMACK !

I gasped as her handwriting spanked my panty-clad nates. Her script lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my flesh, her fingers digging into my crack.

"Sexy delectation,"mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you fag clobber like this years ago. I 'm so gloomy, Heather. I 'm going to be a good mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my hip joint and turned me, letting all the boy see those naughty panties clinging to my ass. Her hand pushed down on the eye of my back, bending me over halfway. My breasts swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his voice so throaty. mother 's mitt kept snuggling over my hindquarters, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussy ache. I grew so wet.

SMACK !

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

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

Her deal darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, black skirt. It possessed so little fabric to it. I gasped at how short it was. Would that cover anything ?

Mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide the waistband of the dame, set up for me to pace into it. My large nipple jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. showtime, my mighty leg and then my left leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calves, brushing my silky thigh.

I groaned as her tinge climbed higher and higher. I knew I should n't delight my female parent touching me, but it just felt so racy right now. All the boys were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying breasts with slick magazine eyes.

Mother pulled the doll up and over my rump. The waistband hugged low on my hips, the annulus barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would ostentate my racy step-in and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what case of girl I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a wicked whimper that had my turgid knocker swaying and brushing together.

My nipple throbbed. I wanted to partake them. I wanted to tinge my pussy, but I was surrounded by my schoolfellow. No masturbating right now. I would take in to wait until I got home to enjoy myself for the first time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"Mother purred."I did n't quite know what your binge size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't imagine your classmate will take care. rightfulness, Chris ?"

"No way, Mrs. Miller,"groaned Chris, his optic 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 shudder. This wicked heat shot down to my naughty puss. I groaned as my pantie felt so soaked. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my kitty-cat ?

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 vacuum tube of raspberry-red cloth, the same hue as my panties. How could that hatch anything ?

"weaponry up in the air,"Mother said. She giggled as I did that."All the son loved how that made your nipple jiggled. Ooh, they 're all hard for you. My daughter is a busty, aphrodisiacal delight."

Mom pulled the underground top down my weapons system and worked it down my head. There was a jiffy of red that filled my visual modality, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my vauntingly breasts. I gasped as my hard nipples drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making for certain that fit my large breasts perfectly.

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

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

"You enjoy your day at college, ling,"mother said, giving me another grinning."I 'm going to be busybodied shopping and buy you a wholly new closet. I 'll pick you up some interesting affair to show you."

"Thanks, mother,"I said, my pussy prickling. Gosh, I really, really want to play with myself. My finger itched should just slide beneath my short circuit, poor skirt.

"Have a good 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 tit bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just peril for everyone to lust over. The material gripped my bosom, letting them swing free. They were without financial support for the first of all time in my life. I could feel everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny stupor. I was so frustrated. So tidal bore to do matter. I was never alone. The boy followed me around from class to class like a hungry coterie of andiron. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could feel them pacing alfresco, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the lede, salivating. He was always licking his brim, his cock hard.

My Virgo the Virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my body in my new clothing. When I had to bend over, I could sense my skirt sliding higher and higher, revealing the bottom slope my hind end, then more and more of my bout butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty panties. I knew some of the glittering letters were peeking out, bright-blue characters printed on cherry-red fabric.

My boob would persuade at the slightest apparent movement. The stretchy tubing top molded to them, highlighting my mamilla. My ring of color. The fabric was so slenderize you could see everything. I was so wet. My scanty gave a valiant attempt to dowse up my pick, but I started feeling the naughty succus trickling down my thighs. My skirt was so short, the guy had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't have to buy my dejeuner today. All the Guy were so eagre 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 young lady in the world. I had never been happier. I hummed in delight, my shoulders swaying, making my titties bouncing for the boys'enjoyment. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

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

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

"I would care to,"I groaned, my pussy clenching.

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

I was giddy all through my last few classes. Chris wanted to make love to me. He wanted to revel my sexy body while all alone at his house. I could n't wait to tell Mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would go by out. Sometimes, I would just get hold of my desk, my integral body palpitation, all the male child tracking the rock of my vast tits.

Finally, class were over. Chris was ready to take me. He slid his arm around my berm as I emerged from my biology class, marking his territorial dominion. A naughty shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a unusual face as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confused. I did n't deal. I was going home with Chris.

My hapless, virgin 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 Radclyffe Hall, my knocker bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with atonement while all the other guy scowled.

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

My mother was waiting for me outside. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather skirt and matching corset she wore, the saturnine garment lifting her own surprisingly with child breasts into lush heap. She had healed, thigh-high boots and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"female parent asked.

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

"That 's my sexy delight, not yours,"female parent said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather skirt was so short that barely covered anything."You 're prosperous I let you wait at her, boy. But do n't you even think you get to relish 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 center as her free deal cupped my face. Then she kissed me. Right on the lip. But it was different from the earlier one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her clapper jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heating plant of rushing out of my puss, my panty tingling around my pussy and rump. I whimpered into her rima oris, shuddering while the watching boys burst into the whoops and hollers. This was so puzzle. I could n't believe this was happening. female parent was kissing me. I trembled, my titty pressing into her girdle, my nipples throbbing and aching.

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

"Mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my genu. So powerful. In control. She 'd dominated me my entire life. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her girdle. Her skirt swayed before me. I could smell 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 bird and see what you 've done to me,"Mother moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new wearing apparel, imagining using all your new toys, just thinking about your sexy delight has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your face buried beneath my skirt and see how wet you made your mother !"

I lifted the movement of mother 's annulus. I stared not at a thick, brown George Walker Bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lips were thick, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her succus, that spicy scent filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her twat, drinking in her appearance. I spotted this lilliputian bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

"Eat your female parent 's cunt !"a guy howled.

"Just devour her, you sexy jade !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my living. I tried to agitate it. I tried to pretend I was n't. When your founder ran off with that big-titty working girl, I wanted to bury my font between those souse knocker. I wanted to be the one to wassail in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty pleasure. Now get that font buried in my grab and make me cum. You have to enjoy me for all the dress I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, female parent !"I moaned.

I pressed my grimace into her slit. I licked and lapped and caressed her folds. Her spicy juices coated my natural language. Cunt was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hands grabbed her pelvis as I stroked my tongue through those midst lips. Her ointment coated my Kuki-Chin. My nerve. She moaned as I feasted on her before the full college.

My tongue lapped at her slit, stroking her folds and brushing that little bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her clit. I stroked my tongue around it, flicking it, making my mother gasp and moan. I made her feel amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy joy,"Mother moaned."romp with my clit. Oh, yes, play with that little bud."

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

"That 's right,"mother 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 a cock.

I did n't sleep with. I did n't care. I just pressed my mouth into her duncical snatch lips. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my knife into her depth, swirling around inside the very kettle of fish that had birthed me. More and more of her spicy cream poured into my mouth. The flavor ignited my taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this wicked esthesis rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The sunniness rippled around me, spurring me on. The son wanted to induce my mother cum. That dirty, filthy word for that thing I was never allowed to have got. The delectation I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother progress to me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the greatest thing in the public. I wanted to give her that joy. I nibbled on her pussy backtalk. I sucked on her clit. I made her pant and moan, her turgid breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

"That 's it, slut, eat me out !"moaned Mother."You 're a little dyke like me !"

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to ready her explode.

I sucked on Mother 's clit. She gasped and squealed out in pleasure. She whimpered. Her beautiful sounds echoed through the air. Her succus gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my sassing and ran down my Kuki-Chin and cheeks. I tried to figure out them up, but there was so much spicy cream.

"Oh, yes, my sexy, pussy-licking delectation !"Mother howled."I 'm cumming !"

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

"Holy Irish bull, Heather actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

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

"Buff that fumble !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty Holy Writ, my body trembling as I kept licking. mother shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a dance step back, pulling her snatch from my face. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my underground top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy tone of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"Mother said, wrenching open the rider room access.

She reached into a bag, the outside satiny gray with a pair of pitch blackness sass on the front line. She wrenched out the bright, pink target. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a phallus. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the shaft. It had segment almost like a cat 's body. My vestal kitty-cat clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a smooth egg. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her nipple dark red.

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

Her own way of popping my cherry.

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

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

"If you had, I 'd induce to whip your ass for touching my sexy delight,"mother said."Now you, bend over the hoodlum of the car, dropped his panties, and prepare for mother to have it off you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my feet. My poor chick flared, flashing my ruddy panty and those risque words at the boys. I darted for the car, my big titty heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my dumbbell into the toughie. My nipple throbbed at the striking, imbibing in the wonderful feeling of the engine 's passion bleeding through the metallic element. My hands flicked up my skirt, my hips wiggling as I felt all those center on me, especially Mother's.

My pollex hooked the sash of my step-in. I thrust them off my backside, groaning as I exposed my juicy twat, my crotch hair soaked by my excitement.

My female parent clicked her spit in exasperation."All that hair has to go,"she said."When we get dwelling, I 'll instruct you how to prepare your cunt."

"Yes, Mother !"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 little, 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 see hot. Just so long as everyone gets to see me."

"I 'll have that tattoo on your blue back. A tramp stamp that will let everyone know that your mommy 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my snatch clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot material body. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clitoris before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so ready for Mother 's falsify cock to ram into me to make me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd gift me such joy. She 'd hold me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

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

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

female parent thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a sharp flash of pain in the ass that was swallowed by a tidal waving of rapture. The dildo slammed into my profoundness, the segmented physical structure caressing my silky figure. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her crotch smacked into my stern, my body shuddering atop the hoodlum of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my pussy clinging to the quill. I felt each one of the segment pop out of my cunt, leaving just the tip in me. With a groan, mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, dense dick into my twat, the pleasance rippling through me.

My face scrunched up with bliss. Stars burst across my eyes. I gasped and groaned, my hips wiggling, stirring my kitty-cat around her thrust toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my shoulder, watching her right on boob bounce, the left field wanting to bust free of her stays. Her face twisted with such patch pleasure as she pounded my spoil kitty. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt hard and fast.

"What a slutty daughter I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your nipples and lead you around by a leash !"

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

"You 're gon na get into makeup and look like a painted harlot. My piebald harlot. I 'll buy you a breast ticker. You 'll use it every day until your dumbbell start lactating. You drank my milk, now I want to toast yours !"

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

I was excited. Feverish. Her every thrust brought me closer and closer to that rattling explosion. My first-class honours degree orgasm. I was so mad for it. She slammed the thick-skulled dildo so mysterious in me, the segments caressing my silken flesh. She churned my cunt up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

"ass your daughter until she comes like a cocotte !"

"Oh, my little hussy 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"female parent hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up. My chest bounce before me as I gasped. My pussy clenched around the segmented dildo.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned as her helping hand shot around my body.

She shoved my underground top up, my heavy knocker spilling into her squeezing grip. Her fingernails bit into my go out tit as she controlled me. It felt so howling. She was in charge of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How unvoiced I could cum.

"Let me learn you scream out in raptus, my little slut-daughter."

"Yes !"I howled and orgasmed for the offset time.

It was amazing.

pyrotechnic detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My anatomy spasmed and writhed about that perplex shaft plunging over and over again into my slit. It was beyond tidings. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the delight rushed through my body. I whimpered, shuddering.

wafture of rapture slammed through my consistency. They drowned my creative thinker. I came so voiceless, spots of light burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my with child tits heaving, my left boob clutched in mama 's smashed grip. Her right deal gripped my hair, keeping my chief pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, ling !"

"A dam loose woman for your Mother !"

"Way to go, Mrs. Miller ! You made that minuscule whore cum !"

"Yes, I did !"mother howled and buried her dildo deep into my climaxing cunt.

I gasped and moaned as my shape rippled and writhed around the dildo. Mother cried out with me. She joined me in transport. 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 sexy delight.

The step-in bunched around my knees proved exactly what I was. I was so gladiola I found them. Whoever accidentally left these kinky step-in behind had changed everything for me.

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

I was going to enjoy the ease of my submissive life.

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The physical body smiled, gladiola that the panties were appreciated. The form was aegir for the next duo to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic belly laugh, the semblance all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic passion. A single Christian Bible, each missive printed in different, garish color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The figure stroked each theatrical role, tidal bore to go shopping again.

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