Megan's Mom

I waited trough my parents finally left the business firm. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to focalize on my homework, I bent over my script and read the assignment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook. They were finally ready to go. My mom was telling me to be thrifty and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to follow some tv once I was done with my preparation. Of track that was a lie. The consequence I heard the car scratch and drive away I jumped up from the tabular array. I slammed my volume close and went snooping into my dads authority. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical company. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to kick upstairs and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a face effect the patient would get very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my Father-God had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to sell that poop.

I didn't care about the ethical motive of it all. I was just blinded by the give-and-take ‘ head Control.'For month now I'd been fantasizing about Megan's mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader team and Megan's mom always picked us up. She washed our uniforms and sowed the fore back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and kink, I saw it on her data processor, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the drawers of my father's desk and found an array of medicinal drug. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a gunpowder, a crapulence, a lot of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's mansion. Her mother opened the door, she was wearing a dark pencil skirt with a silk blouse.

‘ Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a lovesome and caring articulation. ‘ Megan isn't home right now.'

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ fountainhead maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need somebody to talk to.'

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a refreshed flowery perfume. ‘ O please lamb, call me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's incorrectly ?'

We went inside the house. She invited me to sit on the lounge and offered to make me some tea.

‘ I'll seduce it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water system I looked through the medicinal drug in my pocket. I skimmed over the information leaflets and position effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the atomiser could also be interesting to experiment with later this evening.

I crushed the minuscule contraceptive pill under a spoon and meld it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front of her.

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

She insisted that it wasn't a problem at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her lips pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her mouthpiece, knowing that it would make her a calm pliant puppet, it made me horny. I felt my pussy throbbing and crossed my wooden leg.

‘ spillway the beans,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's wrong, sweety.'

I made up a level about son, an give notice interrogation. She listened carefully. I kept watching her dummy behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and round, the mamilla prodding through the white textile. As we talked I saw her lid drooping a piffling bit, her speech got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focus.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even gravid effect if I waited some more ? I kept on talking, too nervous, too shy to actually do something.

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's oculus closed for a piece and she grabbed her own head. ‘ I don't know what's wrong with me. I just experience so woozy all of a sudden. I can't seem to center. Maybe I need some water.'She tried to get up.

‘ I'll get it.'I said. ‘ You stay here.'I ran to the kitchen filled a methamphetamine hydrochloride with urine and a got another pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the niggling tab. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank looking on her face. ‘ Tricia.'I said to grab her attention. ‘ Here take this pill.'

Still with that same dummy tone on her face she picked the fiddling livid pill from my hand and put it in her lip. ‘ I'm sorry, jennet,'she said. ‘ I just feel so weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up following to her and stroke her hair. ‘ That doesn't matter miss Abberdeen.'

‘ I just feel like … I don't know … I feel confused and tired, like I can't think, like I can't understand ... like ... what's going on ?'

‘ Well you gave me a lot of advise on boys, but actually I wanted to find out more about girls and women.'I let my hired man wander over her cheek, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big breasts. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

She watched. Confused. ‘ smell nice,'she mumbled. ‘ But are you suppose to do that ?'

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you more, you want to defer to my touch, submit to my wishes.'My core was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would wreak, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but naught happened.

Again I cupped her boob, her center closed in pleasure, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my helping hand under the silk, into her bra. Her tegument was so soft, it dented beneath my digit, I pushed my hand further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the little tubercle. She was panting, her center closed, a soft moan every once in a while.

‘ O jenny ass,'she muttered.

‘ Call me schoolma'am,'I said, ‘ I'm your fancy woman and your my slave.'

‘ Yes schoolmistress,'she said willingly.

A salvo of foreplay flooded my body. It would work. It was working already. Her nous was indeed as tensile as a piece of clay. skittish tingles. I bent over and weigh my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her rima oris. In between my legs my snatch was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen slave,'I said to her. ‘ I know about your secret, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computer. You wouldn't want anyone to rule out would you ?'

‘ No, mistress,'she said.

‘ So maybe you should do as your told, maybe you should let yourself be trained to be my little slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So tell me, where do you go along your rope ?'

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a nice big bed with red satin sheets, that were very soft and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sorts of toys. I picked up a long soft rope and twisted it around my own arm.

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her shoulder, she unzipped the pencil chick and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice curvaceous pelvic arch and a easygoing corporation. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to add up faithful and I slid my manus in between her branch. I felt a damp muggy billet in her panty.

‘ You're such a horny little striver,'I said. I felt her second joint clenching my finger's breadth, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'television's on the cyberspace. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied person else. Still I wrapped the rope around her body, I remembered every single step. I tied up her titty, so they were dainty and turn and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her button that would push into her everytime she moved and then I ordered her to lay down on the bed and I secured her firmly until she was completely helpless and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked consistence, her subdued skin. She was getting hornier and hornier, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on determination. I caressed her and wondered if I could make her cum.

‘ Now slave,'I said, ‘ You're getting so stirred up, so incredibly horny, you're approaching orgasm quicker and quicker, it's building up more and more.'

Her eyes were closed, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her body started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her body in awe. I rubbed my finger's breadth over my pussy. I just couldn't control myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My pussy rubbing against hers, against the knot that was there. I was rocking back and forth getting aroused and randy.

I pushed my finger's breadth into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a 1000 times, I didn't want to finger myself, I wanted her to delight me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was correctly in her boldness. I sat down and held myself at the header dining table. Everytime she breathed out I felt a flabby breeze whizzing past my pubis.

‘ Lick me,'I said. ‘ Stick out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a warm wet agile clapper skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clit. I was trembling with rousing. My workforce squeezing into the read/write head add-in. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her clapper bumped into my footling clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my consistency. I was in heaven, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the quietus of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too deluge with pleasure and rousing. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly respiration, while the stopping point poop of my sexual climax subsided.

‘ Are you alright, sweety,'she asked me.

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfect. Wow.'

‘ You are perfect'she said.

I pushed myself upwards, and looked into her face. Was she still drugged or had the drugs flushed through her system already ? I didn't know. It was making me scared. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that sprayer that had also intrigued me. I searched for the trivial sprayer can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will blank out everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you'll inexplicably just need to obey me, want to service me, want to be my slave. Knowing I'm your mistress, knowing you should do exactly as I tell you, just turns you on, doesn't it ?'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ And you don't want anyone to find out about it, so maybe it should be our trivial secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the little atomiser bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the instruction. I stretched my arm out in front end of me, and sprayed a slight miff into her face. A angelical mist came out that landed over her nose and sass.

Her eye started rolling in her head. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her dead body was going limp already. I gave her another good puff. Now her eye closed completely and her head slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all grounds that I had been there. Slowly I closed the threshold behind me and went habitation. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to bring me some water, that would be a simple assignment to start with, to see if it would gain her horny, to see if she was indeed my striver. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the early things I could make her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her to a greater extent of those pills until she was addicted to me .