Mind-Control Panties

Story Fifteen : Becoming a Submissive Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

banker's bill : Thanks to Alex for beta indication this !

The figure trembled as it stroked the endure pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping young female child'thinker into its sluts. Turning expert daughter into whore, bad girls into virgin, and a totally innkeeper of other naughty designs. But too very much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the section store. It had been in one of these blank space many metre. It knew through its waterfall 's legerdemain that this was the perfect place to find her. To notice the young woman who would tire the special panty. They were cherry-apple red, the material bright and brilliant and innocent. On the dorsum, in white letters, was written : instructor 's Pet. A wondrous pair of panties for a Thomas Young girl to wear.

A new girlfriend taught by a hunky professor.

The figure of speech reached where the department entrepot sold its lingerie. It passed through a showing of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to attract the attention of Cy Young womanhood who were shopping with their mother. One such female child was about to make it. She was mo away from finding these panties.

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

The trope slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humans. It was everyday. Just another being shopping there. The mortals'tending were on early matter. On material consumerism. The occult was n't for them. The figure trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling panties'game began.

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

Courtney Zachary Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a biovular twin, born minutes behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs Brenda Joseph Deems Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers short while the daughter 's fell in a long and lush wave down her back. They both had round faces and interchangeable malar bone. Courtney had blue optic from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breathing space caught as she stared at that special pair. The words and white varsity letter beckoned her.

teacher 's pet.

"I get having a infatuation on an onetime man,"said Mrs. Deems Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a liberal man, but you need to be careful. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your essence broken."

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

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll charter advantage of you, but I know what lady friend are like at your age,"Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both prof at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history class."well, those are cute pantie. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the panties. The prickling rippled through her. Her mamilla hardened while her nous thought of Mr. Rainier. And catch. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the female parent nor the daughter noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one distich of the panties that the two women bought. A single item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Taylor did n't even think back the panty by the prison term they got home.

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

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's elbow room, laundry field goal under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so tenacious it was secondment nature to me. I set the hoop atop her dresser, careful not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

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

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The double-dyed affair to wear.

teacher 's Pet.

Those dustup echoed in my thinker. I did n't eff why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'pouch. I shook my principal, confused why I would steal my girl 's panties. I continued putting the relaxation of her dress away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never lave them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to tire them, so it must be all right for me to train them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing panty intended for a teacher 's pet.

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

The mind set my judgment alight with eager expectancy for the balance of the eventide. When I laid down beside my hubby, I felt this horny scabies inside of me, but I did n't let him roll in the hay about my needs. I did n't hold to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my urge, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scrape it.

I struggled to sleep, my mind filled with strange images. Collars. scholar. It was all such a blur. A ragbag of intimate impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The moment 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 capital form. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so unlike than my usual, slow panties.

I trembled as I left the master bathroom, 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 conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a slight get down cut. I wanted to really usher off my vauntingly breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my great mounds.

I threw open my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in class. It was down and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how often flesh it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was precious. 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 button, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my white meat, just covering my bra while leaving the respite of my large expanse of scrumptious segmentation exposed.

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

I slid my script up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The panty tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an divine guidance for my boys. I needed to help 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 pee it as engaging for them as possible.



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

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingling soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my skirt. I stepped into it and drew it up my ramification. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't practically I could do, but I had nifty stage and a gracious ass.

My bender would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a pair of five-inch heels, not my usual flats. I knew they would avail to give definition to my rump and material body to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the step, my big titty 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 bottom 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 twin sister, his brown hair cut short. A big grinning spread across his lips as his gaze rippled up and down my body.

"fountainhead, mom, wow."

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

"Holy poop, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her oculus widely as she held a large jug of Milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head."You 're wearing that to schooltime today ?"

"What 's so incorrect with this outfit ?"I asked."Your buddy likes it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her grimace tightened."Does Dad recognise you 're wearing that ?"

"Why would your dad maintenance ?"I asked."I 'm just wearing this to make for certain I get the most out of my boy. I mean, look at Kenneth. He 's certainly paying attending to me."

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

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my tiddler while my married man was up the stairs taking his long exhibitioner. He would just have a cup of coffee before heading out to his federal agency job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my bosom. I could n't serve but lean over and establish him an inspiring showing. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my counterpart in my mo class. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to work with the enceinte buttons of my blouse and give way my boys a delicacy. Courtney was in the division, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to sharpen all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two nipper. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walk out of the household, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the battlefront prat a great deal to Kenneth 's disappointment.

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

I was sure another decade they would be honest supporter. 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 step-in tingling, making my pussy itch. The wet excitement soaked between my thigh. Class today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing professor. All my bookman would just love me. I would civilize them. I 'd make my boys so hopeful and saucy. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large bosom jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the full ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boys were staring at me. Even the ones I did n't learn. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my pelvis swaying. I felt my bird rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the saltation to my titty. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

I wanted to prance. I felt like a prize show dog on showing, a squawk in her prime proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"goodness break of the day, Mrs. Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eyes all flicked up and down my organic structure, noticing me.

I perched on a feces in social movement of my first course, legs crossed, all the boys crowding up the front rows. The miss all look disgusted. They were in the spine, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my fault that all the boys were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their slut'tight, Brigham Young bodies. The boys were finally free of the distraction of all those scarcely sound tarts.



My boys'hormones were focused on teaching now.

It just felt so right on. But, as I taught that first year, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the stuff. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect thought while my first stratum filed out and I had to wait for the student of my second.

Kenneth was the first to come. My son sat front and centerfield before me, a big smile on his typeface."damn, mom, I am so ready to learn about history from you today."

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

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

The other boys all perked up when they walked in. rich, a improbable guy with blonde hair's-breadth and a big nozzle sat to the right of my son while Lance, a caramel brown and marvellous total darkness guy took the bottom to his leftfield. For once, he looked eager to acquire as he stared at me perched on the stool, his white teeth flashing between his duncish lips. Paul came in following, a nerdy guy with red whisker and lentigo across his fount. Today, he did n't expect bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the straw man row, staring at me.

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

When the last student walked in, a young woman named Nancy who just shook her head at the vision of me, I said,"commodity first light, boys. Are you all eager to get word today ?"

The boy all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such eager hunger. I would defecate this object lesson so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to learn it all. They had to be inspired.

"I thought we 'd make a game of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top release of my blouse, a great square just begging to be popped through its eyelet."For every question person gets correct, a release will come undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

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

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

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

"Blackbeard your family ?"she gasped, this looking of seismic disturbance on her face."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to read,"I said."Now you girls need to exclude 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. Deems Taylor, you 're such an vex teacher,"groaned Lance. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.

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

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

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

"okey, what was the date that Bonaparte Bonaparte was born ?"

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

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

James licked his sass as he stared at my blouse opening, my large knocker still constrained. He could see the pitch-black bra now, half exposed.

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

Paul got his hired man up first. The ginger had such a immense grinning on his human face."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's properly,"I moaned, my pap pressing hard against my bra. I popped the sec clit through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway done for, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

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

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

I clapped my hands together in delight."Well done."My fingers popped the third button through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the quiet skin of my stomach."That was terrific, rich people. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Oesterreich ?"

It was James II 's routine to shoot up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was XXVI, right ?"

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

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

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

I popped the last button through its eyehole. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my smooth belly and my large breasts constrained in my bootleg bra. All the missy were shaking their fountainhead in the back of the classroom. I did not like if they disapproved of my pose way of inspiring my boy. The ecdysiast was perfect. My boy were all so interested. They were all recalling matter right that they normally would draw a blank.

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

I loved these gamy panty I wore. They were so inspiring. quiver rippled around my pussy. The heat energy built and built in my twat as my manlike educatee salivated over me. Young men were such randy thing. I was so glad I was channeling their lecherousness in an appropriate direction. They would study so much as they stared at my plenteous flesh.

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

"Now, why did Napoleon invade the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his handwriting up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to broaden the Continental system of rules that existed in Anatole France while simultaneously choking off the British 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, offspring man. I 'm so majestic of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a professor,"fishgig 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 adjacent one right, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tit. I know how you boys like them big and soft and plentiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of thirsty hot dog all wanting to rise the same gripe. I shuddered, my neck flavour so stripped. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the doubtfulness I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to adjoin myself so badly.

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

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

"Oh, that was at the battle of ..."Lance furrowed his brow."The conflict of Battle of Jena and Auerstedt."

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

I brought my manus to the front, pressing the cupful against my boobs. I wiggled to slip the straps off my berm, showing the boys that nothing was holding my bra on my boob except my manpower. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

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

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

"You 're the easily screw teacher ever,"Tommy groaned.

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

Courtney gagged. She was just covetous that her brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a duad of circle breast. Smaller than mine. It was a admiration that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"okay,"I purred, my pussy molten heat."Final question. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

"That 's such a roll in the hay sluttish one,"muttered my daughter.

"apotheosis Helena !"shouted Paul as Rich cried out,"The island of paragon Helena !"

"Saint Helena !"outburst from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my white meat to my eagre son. They all groaned. I could sense their eyes staring at my big, lush tits. My dark-skinned mamilla were so hard. I arched my spinal column, thrusting my pap out before me. I wanted to make sure they got a good flavour at them. They swayed with a heavy jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a secure job,"I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my boobies bounciness."For your wages, I 'll do my lecturing topless. I 'm sure you 're all going to focalise. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into more of the details of Napoleon 's aliveness. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

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

God, my kitty-cat was on firing.

I gave my talking to, striding back and Forth River between my boys. Their eyes followed my heaving knocker. I shuddered, my naughty panties soaking up my juices. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my aliveness. I shuddered, loving it. My hound clicked with every step, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my breasts to joggle.

I had this unusual itch around my neck. I kept my cervix as I taught, struggling to see what I was missing. But I maintained my focus. I taught my boys 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 family, all talking about how they were so eager for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male person scholar were eager to learn. This was terrific. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

rightfield then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of line, I could n't do anything about it. I had classes to instruct. I kept up my strip lessons, the girls all glaring at me in the spinal column. They were just green-eyed because I had bigger boob than all of them, and that all the male child wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a single guy get a question wrong. They got them all correct, letting me strip off my blouse and bra and then lecture topless for the quietus of the minute. It was such a charge. Every female person teacher needed to do this.

I had no idea what the male person professors could do to inspire the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the store. Of course of instruction, in my eagerness, I forgot to take away my youngster home, but they were nineteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supply. My new outfit. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't bear the like blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow 's class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her head. She kept trying to talk to her Padre, 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 birr,"You 'll just have to wait and see tomorrow, okay ?"

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

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the brow."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm for certain you have homework to do. It 's not just my class that you need to excel at. You have to be undecomposed 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 build her stay rest home from stratum. I did n't need her negativism in my course tomorrow. I was all about the plus. Helping my son to overtop their moral. They had to master their noesis. I could n't hold back to help them. I was so wet and horny.

While my husband was snoring on the reclining chair downstairs, passed out from all the beers I 'd given him, I went upstairs and masturbated.

Hard.

I thought about all my male person students. I picture them one by one fondling my titty and sucking on my teat and eating out my pussy. I imagine their young dick sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my imagination. They pounded me. shaft and his big, grim dick. Apostle Paul with his passionate driving force. Even my own son.

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

It was incredible.

I passed out in a daze of naughty idea. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the adjacent morning time to get ready. I could find out my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his job. He did n't sustain to salute all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got prepare. I made sure my branch were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my George W. Bush, making sure my pubic haircloth were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl trollop. I was a mature 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 commencement category. They missed out on my stripper the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one in conclusion fourth dimension 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 figurehead seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my dame was. It was poor. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my kitty-cat.

Of course, I was n't wearing any panties beneath. Not even that especial twain. They would just get in the way. My instructor 's Pet scanty were pose, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson plan firmly set in my mind.

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

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not take heed your brother working on his prep all night ? He was febrile. I know that you just drop all your sentence bothering your father instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some reason. wellspring, I was inspired by the panties I 'd stolen from her. If she just put those on a month ago, maybe she would 've found a way to inspire her teacher. Maybe she would have become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

Well, they were my step-in now.

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

I strolled through the building and marched past my male child. They were all so hungry. All ready to dominate their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my first stratum. It was n't the true Rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the delirious boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could intend about was the particular item in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The exceptional delight that would ease up a lesson to my boy they would never forget.

Finally, my second division had arrived. I was ready to implement my new acquisition scheme. The male child were already flooding in. Today, fishgig was the foremost to show up. The buff and tall African-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big cock.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, young man. God, he was so handsome. He had a big grin as he took his seat. fat followed, his big olfactory organ leading the way. Aston and James and Tommy and Paul all took their nates. They were all ready to learn. All staring at me with such Passion on their faces. I could see they were ready to do questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

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

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

I would n't postulate it.

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

"Courtney, love, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading material appointment that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just continue out of the boy'haircloth. I need to educate them. I need to teach them to be dominating, inviolable young men who seize their education.

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

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a married woman. A mother. It was the most important matter in the cosmos a adult female could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my scholarly person. I stripped naked with pride, letting my male child see my large, lush white meat and the trimmed, chocolate-brown George H.W. Bush adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to go their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the threesome and collar out of my purse. All the boy were staring at my naked eubstance, drinking in the stack of my material body. The aroma of my sourish twat reached my pry, filling my every inhalation with delight. My girl stared at me in shock as I placed a thick, black collar around my neck opening. I cinched it tight, loving the tone of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to seize their academic hereafter with both hands and show their teacher who was the professional here.

I clipped the terzetto to my collar. Then I knelt before my boys. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the smutty, leather three, wagging it back and Forth River."If you get the question right, you get to hold the leash. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

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

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

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

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

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

"Holy shit,"he said, grabbing my leash in a shakiness hand. He stood up, his cock tenting the front end of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

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

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

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my leash gripped in his right handwriting as he worked his fly open. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my reward for getting the dubiousness right. That 's all. appear at her. She needs to be fucked. That 's what you do with a teacher-pet, right ?"

"Yes,"I groaned.

Courtney hissed and then she sat down. She could have been a pet to her favourite teacher, but she did n't wear the step-in in meter. I found them. I got to savor them. I got to experience the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't serve one man.

I would attend all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jeans down. Then his boxer. His cock popped out. He was self-aggrandizing than his daddy. My kitty clenched as I stared at that cock. That cock came from my trunk, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous hurry shot through me as he gripped my leash and moved behind me. He was going for my snatch. He would ram his gumshoe into the fix that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my pussy. They soaked through my bush and dribbled down my thighs. That sourish aroma swelled in persuasiveness. It filled my olfactory organ.

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

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

Slowly.

My son took his fourth dimension enjoying his academic reward. He pulled tight on the leash, the arrest gripping my neck. I groaned as his prick sink deeper and deeper into my twat. He reached towards my womb. The collar jangled, alloy clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my snatch around his girth.

My son bottomed out in me.

I had my Kenneth back in me.

My strapping, hunky son was all the way in my cunt. I felt every inch of his prick. It was grand. I was glad I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his putz with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky clutch of my cuckoo. He moaned and thrust back into me with force.

Not a ho-hum microscope slide now, but a man taking his teaching in hand.

His Lucille Ball smacked into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in invidia. They were all watching, eager for their routine to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an amazing dainty. I was so gladiolus he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my kitty around his dick. I clutched hard, the pleasure construction and building with every thrust.

"sanctum diddly-shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy feels amazing ! Your puss is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your teacher. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your teacher is a adulteress. She 's a dirty whore that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big prick 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 unfluctuating grip of the leash, tugging on my collar. That kept my headspring up, my eyes staring at the early students watching. The boys were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

shaft did have a big dick, ebony and long. So did rich people. Saul 's was courteous and James had a nice one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't wait to teach them all. To give them an education they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Taylor !"My son moaned, his left bridge player sliding up my body. He still gripped the leash in his ripe hand. He pulled tight, letting me finger that arrest about my neck."tinker's dam, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so punishing in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin Sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get nude and help develop these turncock !"I moaned.

That shut my girl up. I did n't need her negativeness. Not when I was worshiping my son 's big dick.

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

Used me.

It was wonderful. Incredible. I groaned, my rosehip wiggling from side to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my kitty-cat with every thrust of my son 's peter. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. drip of emollient dribbled through my George W. Bush and ran down my thighs. My overweight breasts swayed.

His exploring left script found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy pulp. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His clump smacked into my button. piffling bursts of delight showered through my pussy. I was about to explode.

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

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a estimable student ! You 're mastering your lecherousness ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so unvoiced !"

His hand squeezed my leave alone breast. He jerked on the leash. For a moment, my airline business collapsed. I could n't take a breather, and it was wonderful. He was showing his supremacy of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My kitty writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous waves of bliss washed out of me. They spilled over my judgement, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The early boys around me all stroked their pecker. Lance spat on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony cock. It gleamed.

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

Erupted.

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

waving of rapture washed out of me with every hot clap of his jizz spilling into my slit. I groaned as my cunt milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every cliff of incestuous seed out of my son 's pecker. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was unbelievable to learn him. To show him how a submissive teacher-pet should act.

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

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

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



Something bubbled through my psyche.

"How long did the Peninsular War finale ?"I managed to pitter-patter out.

"Fuck, was n't that six eld ?"gig groaned."Yeah, that was six years !"

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

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

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

I gasped as fishgig parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot tongue landed on my cocksucker. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my juicy sphincter muscle. He was going to use my bowels. He would fuck that huge shaft into my anal sheath.

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

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

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eager to take his Brobdingnagian, black putz in my bowels. My entire body quivered. I stared down at my depart hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't take that any recollective. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boys. My husband already had his Education Department.

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

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom floor was drowned out by the shouting male child.

fishgig thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his shaft stretched and stretched my anal retentive doughnut. My sphincter did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my low gear fourth dimension doing anal, but I knew my consistency could handle it. I would jazz it. But all my holes were available for my aphrodisiac boys to use. Lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"Holy fucking shit !"I howled as his thick dick speared deeper and deeper into my bowels. He stretched my poor asshole to its point of accumulation. My anal sheath clenched around his ebony pecker. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, fishgig ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to Irish pound my fucking asshole until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my gut around his pecker as he drew back. I heard him spue again and felt it stir against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my bowels. My boob swayed from the impact. My stallion body rock. I gripped his shaft with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

Pleasure melted down to my cum-filled pussy. Sir Thomas More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my zany as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every plunge of his hammer into my gut. I loved that my hung student was fucking my cocksucker.

lancet spat each time his cock emerge. Seven times. Eight times. Until finally, he was pumping with relaxation. He was working that hawkshaw in and out of my asshole. He was fucking me like the jade I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal retentive sheath as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my trinity as he fucked me. The early boys cheered him on.

"Sodomize the trollop 's whoreson !"St. James shouted.

"Fuck that MILF 's blind drunk ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't hold back to fuck her,"groaned Rich as he stroked his big hawkshaw."damn, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking OK !"

I loved the attention.

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

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

His big prick drove me angry. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out Thomas More and Thomas More of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his touchwood ran down my thigh. I lowered my header, staring down at my swaying boob. I grunted and groaned, my hands balled into fists. I was so close. Just a few Thomas More strokes, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowel tight around spear 's big prick. I wanted to cum on his ebony diaphysis."Keep fucking your instructor ! donjon showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slattern !"

"God fucking damn, you are !"fizgig growled."Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor, you 're the bragging adulteress ever. I love it !"

His hammer drilling into my asshole combined with those words to make me sense so wicked. I came.

His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The delight erupted in the depths of my pussy. The molten flood of cacoethes surged through my dead body. My big breasts 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 climax surging through me. My asshole spasmed and writhed around Lance '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 hawkshaw. 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 rooster soaked in my incestuous succus."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His cock buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowels. I reveled in his gravid dick filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to explode in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't conflagrate. My asshole rippled around him, my orgasm electrocution through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a brassy grunt, he ripped his putz entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the strong, Black student yanked hard on my leash. I gasped as he spun me around, my orotund tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his pitch black monster. I could smell the turned musk of my whoreson 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 off-key tone made me feel so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A lowly one. But it was wild and yummy as I showed my boys I was such a dear teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

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

I swallowed all his tremendous cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my oral fissure. He splashed the spunk into the backrest of my pharynx and then it flowed down my gullet to my stomach. I loved it. I whimpered, my consistence trembling. My dog collar jangled around my neck. shaft grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my sour arse. I reveled in the marked-up look mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my oculus shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every drop-off of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a beneficial teacher-pet.

I hoped the girls were watching and witnessing how they needed to civilize their male child. I hoped my daughter would empathise. That she could get over her jealousy and bitterness from missing out on being a pet to her favorite instructor.

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

Lance dropped my leash as he ripped his cock out of my mouth."Better ask your next interrogative, Mrs. Taylor."

Question ?

Right. I needed to ask my boys something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my students to have sex me. All my knowledge of Napoleon era seemed to have evaporated beneath the molten pleasure still simmering over my brain. I groaned, feeling my male child 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 ass !"gasped my daughter."That 's a interrogative a first grader could get !"

"They got it, though,"I moaned."Until they cum, they get to use me however they like."

"I call dibs on her pussy,"Rich said and snagged up my ternary first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your typeface so hard, Mrs Taylor,"the nerdy pep said. He ran his hired man through his red hair's-breadth. His shaft thrust out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

rich people stretched out on the floor. He held his dick upright with his result helping hand while his right hand jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his eubstance. My heavy knocker swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous seed, to rich 's voiceless hammer. I impaled myself down his cock. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My slit loved it.

I groaned, my asshole ache. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his shaft deep and hard in my bowels. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a handful of my brown tomentum. He jerked my head to the rightfield and rammed his hammer into my thirsty mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boy at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Apostle of the Gentiles 's rooster. My pussy gripped rich 's thick dick as I worked my rose hip, sliding up and down his girth. My bastard welcomed Tommy 's concentrated cock as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my son grunted and groaned. The other ones were watching, waiting for their tour. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Saul 's shaft. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my knife, giving me a preview of the delights to come in. My hands pressed on Rich 's berm. I gripped him as I squeezed my snatch around his dick. I pumped up and down his scape, matching Tommy 's hard rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my bowels mixed with the silky delectation of my snatch. I loved it. I clutched both my cakehole around my big, strong boy. I whimpered around Paul 's peter as I pleased my other two students. My cunt and bowels drank in the tremendous friction. Over and over, I was filled with heavily cocks.

"Fuck, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my heavy mammilla. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the shtup best teacher ever, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"

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

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

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could deal it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his dick. He slammed his cock all the way into the depths of my lip as my other two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When Paul brush the back of my throat this time, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His cock slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my lips and nose. His nut 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 asshole with his powerful cerebrovascular accident, his fingers kneading my labored breasts. Paul the Apostle grunted as he slammed his cock down my pharynx over and over. I loved the smack of his ponderous balls on my mentum. The impact of his nuts, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to flood my mouth.

I wanted them all to glut my holes.

I squeezed tight around rich people 's stopcock and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my pelvis, stirring my pussy and bunghole around their beam of light. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around 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 nipples. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasure slammed down to my twat. I was on the sceptre of exploding again. Another climax that would riffle through my torso. My three boys were given me such walking on air. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul 's dick while my pussy convulsed around rich people 's cock. Tommy drove his hard dick into my writhing bowels. All three boy groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of transport. That I had achieved the end of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boys'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 wonderful spurt of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so different from in my pussycat. I got to have that delight a moment later as rich groaned. His cock flooded my twat with his kindling. Both my gob writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Zachary Taylor ! You 're the best !"moaned rich as he spilled his seed in me.

"Fuck,"Apostle of the Gentiles groaned and slammed his cock all the way down my pharynx. My outspoken cords hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The undulation of ecstasy were flooding through me."Mrs. Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my esophagus. I shuddered, savoring every finally moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my organic structure. I quivered. It was such a delectation. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my maw being flooded with my boys'cum.

My kitty-cat and asshole drained Rich and Tommy dry. Saul unloaded every last drop of his cum in my sass. Then I had other boys who needed to respond questions. Aston and James IV and Henry and more. All my boy needed to fuck me. I shouted out motion. elementary ones.

"What gloss 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 leash back and Forth. I never wanted this moral to end, but when it did, I had a unharmed new year of male child to have sex me. They would all proceed their education and ream my naughty holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my son'turncock buried in my cunt or motherfucker or mouth, I was happy. I was so gladiola I stole those panties from my daughter 's dresser drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every cobbler's last boy who entered my classroom.

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

It would ascertain new delights, new ways 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 conjuring trick. Maybe it had because the female parent had claimed the panties.

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

The magic would assure that no one except the stubborn Courtney would consider anything was wrongly. They would all accept the new Mrs. Taylor. The former professors, the decision maker of her college, and her students would all think what she was doing was with child. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae blood in her. A little drop the had immunized her from its illusion.

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

The figure turned to his workbench, contemplating what its following plot should be. There were so many ways for a fairy to amuse itself. The figure would find out something new. Something wild. The auditory sensation of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the audio stirring its imagination.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling scanty tale