Mind-Control Panties

Story Three : Sexy Little delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

The flesh entered the outlet shop. It was one step above a parsimony store, not the variety of billet that panties in the expressive style that the bod made were sold. No naughty delights to titillate a young woman 's wanton desires. No trendy apparel were sold here, which was exactly why the image knew these pair step-in was needed here.

The physique was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary bicycle. On a shelf that sold packets of plain stitch, boring panty, so alike to the type worn by the stopping point young lady the figure had changed, a new twain was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red red panties with those bold, patrician alphabetic character surrounded by a shimmering silver medal borderline.

Sexy Delight.

The physique kept walking, knowing that special missy, heather Glenn Miller, would be along in moments.

Heather was a tall missy, eighteen, wearing a baggy, Gray dress to hide the fullness of her human body. Curvy and alcoholic, her bounty overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would drool over. The eccentric of advanced delight that would grace their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to show off her figure. Not with her mother, Honor moth miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the blandest, most unflattering dress possible.

Her daughter would stay pure.

heather did n't mind. She was a hush girl who obeyed her mother. Shy. She was n't like one of those brassy fille."All started out,"her female parent would care to say."You 're my in force, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When Calluna vulgaris saw the pair of panties casually draped over a packet of boring underclothing, she knew there must be a horrible misunderstanding. Those scanty did not belong here. She had popped into the store to run a quick errand. Normally, she would never shop for article of clothing without her mother 's being give. She only passed this particular kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the panties merely to fork out them to the proper store doer. As she gripped it, she noticed the word of honor printed on them, Sexy joy. The sight stirred a unknown, wistful longing through her soul.

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

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

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

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato exotic dancer to replace the one that had broken last nighttime and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her wrinkle feeling duplicate heavy despite how little the pair of panties weighed.

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< substantial > Heather Miller < /strong >

Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred fourth dimension since the previous evening. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but I had n't even nonplus out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting step-in on. They were so dissimilar than anything I 've ever worn. So bright and colorful. They were for a reasonably miss. A painted cyprian. Not for a knit Jane like me.

There was a wet heat energy between my thighs. It was something I rarely paid attending to. Sometimes, I felt that shameful fondness when in the cascade and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to gaze at a particularly handsome boy at her college. The type of boys my female parent always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

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

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

Was there anything really untimely with that ?

It was n't like any the son would observe me. They would never know I had them on beneath my foresightful skirt. That I was wearing something with those naughty Bible on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thought of those two lyric increase that warmth between my thighs. I glanced down at my pitch-dark Bush, gasping at the sight of moisture beading on my pubic hairs. 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 legs, the strange, electric shiver racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and building inside of me.

What was unseasonable with me ?

I whimpered, my large breast swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The framework clung to my thighs then my rump. I had to work the stretchy material up and over my plunk rear. I shuddered, my script adjusting the elastic band girdle about my hips. They rode lower than they should. They fit so close. Where they too small-scale for me ?

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

I had no metre to transfer."Just a minute !"

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A tenacious, dark dame and a gray blouse that release all the way up to my neck, the sleeves going all the way to my wrist. It was loose to hide my tit. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to constrain such unmanageable, large boobs like mine. I slipped the band around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the boy would n't agnise just how busty I was.

"Even a plain Jane will take the male child sniffing around her if they realize she has big breasts,"female parent would say."Just like that bawd cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the greyish blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the speedy motion. It fit unloose 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, inglorious wench. 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 annulus zipped on my impart 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 Henry Valentine Miller,"Mother cried for a third metre,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the room access, my melanize whisker swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so aflutter after taking those scanty home, that I forgot to loosen it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't have to spend the time to study braided this morning.

Those spicy panties gripped my arse as I headed down the step. The fabric seemed to drop off between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so untimely. So gamy. That heat between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, pale dress decorated with paisley flowers. It was as conservative as mine, the collar cubby about her cervix, the sleeve descending to her carpus, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"wellspring, there you are,"she said."Let me deliver a look 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 manus slid from my shoulders down to my elbows, smoothing the fabric into my skin. She gripped me there, eye flicking up and down my physical structure. She frowned.

The tingles rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

"Well, I 'm for certain whatever it is, I 'll figure it out,"she said.

My stomach roiled. How could she sleep together ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the warmness glowing in my cheeks ?

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

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

I sat down, spooning up the Stanford White porridge, hoping it would facilitate get back my stomach. Mother stared at me the entire time across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoonful stirred through the thick heart and soul, her regard resting on me as she seemed lost in intellection. My juicy sex clenched. My knocker 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 half eaten.

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

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

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stunned surprise.

"You know, you 're such a delight. Maybe, I have been a small too rigorous with you. You 're XVIII. A charwoman grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

Mother pursed her brim. Her hands were on my shoulders, rubbing me. All the warmness of her finger bled through the textile. I swallowed as she kept touching my weapon system. It was so ... strange. Then her hands moved to the front of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

"OK, that 's utter,"she said."Let 's get you to school."

I nodded, my tegument feeling so scupper. I mean, the loose blouse only showed off my collarbone. The clergyman 's married woman showed off this much skin. I should n't palpate at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my skid scuffling along as I dragged my human foot. My opinion whirled. The human race felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the rider seat, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my bosom, revealing just how ample I was. female parent glanced over me, her lips tightening. My boldness warm. I hated reminding her of that chesty bawd who stole papa from our life sentence. Her optic 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 puckish panty and was trying to cast the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few clitoris of my blouse was some sort of strange torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would concede my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My impertinence warmed Sir Thomas More at the sight of him. He was such a big boy, tall, his hair dark and short. I tried not to recollect those unwholesome thought about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his case would appear in my judgment. It made me want to touch myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not right,"female parent said. She reached out and did two more push button. I gasped, as she opened my blouse encompassing, revealing Sir Thomas More of my skin. I could see the top slopes of my boob. If she undid another button, mass would see my bra.

My cheeks went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my vocalisation choking.

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

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

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

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my position. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my record book bag on my lap, not sure what to do. My female parent opened the door and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big tit. Then he would initiate to lust after a Plain Jane like me.

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

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"mother said, taking my handwriting and leading me towards Chris and the former two boy."Does n't my daughter just reckon pretty ?"

My eyes widened."female parent ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet delight ?"Mother asked. Her mitt swept down my back 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 meld in shame. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the son were staring at me, noticing my segmentation. I tried to take shallow breaths, not to let my embrace swell, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my chest protuberance as my mother 's hand smooth across my rump again.

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

"well ..."Chris scratched the back of his head."Yeah, I guess, Mrs Miller."

"You guess ?"mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my jounce, she undid another clitoris. My impertinence burned. Chris, and the former son, could see the cream coloration of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. Mother unfold my blouse further, her hands brushing across my breast. My pap were hard. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. disgusting tingles raced through me.

"Now what you think ?"female parent asked."I know she 's not wearing the most blandish wearing apparel, but you ca n't abnegate how beautiful my daughter is. And look at those delightful breasts."

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a little jiggled. The boys were all staring at me like beast. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My buttock were so fond. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumbs brushed my mammilla again, my pussy growing wet. I could feel it. These spicy succus were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked scanty I wore.

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

She had to cognise about the pantie. She kept saying that Scripture : delectation. I could experience those letters burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my peril breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to meet myself. To abuse myself like a sinful girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The boy parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their eyes running up and down my shape. They knew I was chesty. That my bosom were bountiful. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the foreign excitement shooting through me.

Boys liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flap warmth shot through me as I entered my college, early students noticing me. fille gasped in shock while male child leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my titty were. My braid of hair swept behind me down to my ass. It swayed with my steps. My mother 's sense of touch burned across my peel. The step-in were so tight, cupping my rump, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

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

"female parent thought I should ... demonstrate off my delightful breasts,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help but thrust my knocker out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the guys looking at me. Hungering for me.

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

I nodded, heading towards my maiden social class."I know, it 's so unusual, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a delight. For everyone to be intimate that I 'm not just a Plain Jane."

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

"Of me ?"

My admirer nodded."This is just unfounded. Your mom 's gone crazy ?"

"I do n't love,"I said, too scared to mention the scanty and the D password printed on them. I drew in a bass breath, my pectus rising and falling. My breasts rising and falling. Boys groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why girls want to show off their flesh and attract boys'attention. Now I was starting to sympathize it. It made me palpate so naughty. So wicked and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A sexy delectation. A shiver ran through me as I entered my classroom and my teacher, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the visual modality of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back straight like always, wishing my bra did n't press my breasts so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. mother 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 cute today."

I could n't help the girlish giggle that burst from my mouth. I had never made such a strait before in my liveliness, but it made him grinned great. 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 boys staring at me. They were paying attention to me, not the instructor. I could n't help the smile on my rim. I could n't help taking delight in it. This was everlasting. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so luscious and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

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

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

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

"It 's okay,"she said, a broad grin on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of wearing apparel on the desk."Mother is going to make 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, uncivilized thrill racing through my pussy.



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

The world had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful heating plant rushed through me as Mother attacked the final buttons of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian right ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my mother was keeping me field by dressing me frumpish and not allowing me to bear physical composition ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new scanty cause her to substantiate the Sojourner Truth ?

She clicked her tongue as she opened my blouse, shaking her read/write head in disgust."This bra is not going to bring. I 'm sorry, but I 've been buying you bras two size too small. I was just trying to tame these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, mother reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I groaned as the air pressure was taken off my chest. They spilled out, big and pillowy soft, hanging with their sound weight. Both my nipples were tough, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide areolas. Every boy in the schoolroom, Chris included, groaned at the plenty of them.

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

Mr. Beauregard stared at me with this look no teacher should have for his student.

My back straightened as I drank in the draw.

My mother squeezed my chest."I know,"Mother said."I was such a bad fair sex for hiding these lush boob. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy delight ?"

"snake pit yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my breasts the final squeeze, even me tingling. Her helping hand and slid down my torso, caressing my cutis, sending waving of heat washing down to my juicy bit. My cunt—that was such a risque word to use for my pussy ; it made me feel so skanky thinking it—clenched. I had this deep ache inside of me. I needed something to penetrate my Virgo the Virgin depth. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

Mother 's hands reached my skirt. She fumbled at the girdle, searching for the fastener. She found it while my body trembled. My prominent, give away bosom swaying. Every boy watched them, their optic tracking the slightest drive of my big tits.

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

SMACK !

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

"Sexy pleasure,"mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you bear stuff like this years ago. I 'm so disconsolate, Heather. I 'm going to be a safe mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my aphrodisiacal delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my coxa and turned me, letting all the son see those naughty panties clinging to my ass. Her hand pushed down on the center of my backbone, bending me over halfway. My boob swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his representative so throaty. Mother 's hand kept caressing over my tail, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussy ache. I grew so wet.

SMACK !

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

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

Her deal darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, black doll. 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-eyed the girdle of the chick, make for me to mistreat into it. My large tits jiggled as I did just that, my gold braid swaying down my rachis. outset, my justly leg and then my left leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calfskin, brushing my sleek thighs.

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

Mother pulled the wench up and over my rump. The waistband hugged low on my hips, the bird barely falling down to comprehend my ass. If I bent over, I would flash my juicy step-in and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of missy I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a prankish whimper that had my large tit swaying and brushing together.

My nipples throbbed. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to tinge my pussy, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would give to wait until I got home to delight myself for the first of all time.

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

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

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

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me shudder. This wicked heat shot down to my naughty pussy. I groaned as my panty felt so smashed. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my pussy ?

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

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

Mom pulled the tube top down my arms and worked it down my point. There was a flash lamp of red that filled my vision, and then she was pulling the stretchable fabric over my large white meat. I gasped as my hard mammilla drank in the rasp grain of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the material, making for sure that fit my magnanimous breasts perfectly.

"There you are,"mother said, beaming. She clapped her hands on my cheek."My sexy delight."

I gasped as she gave me a kiss on the sass. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this violent rush through me. All the boys exploded into applause. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a multitude of apes. I shuddered as the audio rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, Heather,"mother said, giving me another grin."I 'm going to be meddling shopping and buy you a unscathed new wardrobe. I 'll pick you up some interesting things to bear witness you."

"Thanks, female parent,"I said, my pussy tingling. Gosh, I really, really want to recreate with myself. My fingerbreadth itched should just slide beneath my shortsighted, short skirt.

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

"By, Mrs. Miller,"croaked Chris.

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

I was a aphrodisiacal delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so baffle. So eagre to do affair. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from class to family like a hungry mob of dogs. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could feel them pacing exterior, waiting for me to come out so they could stream. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his rim, his peter hard.

My Virgin puss ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my dead body in my new clothing. When I had to bend over, I could feel my skirt sliding higher and higher, revealing the rump slope my behind, then more and to a greater extent of my unit of ammunition butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty panties. I knew some of the glittering alphabetic character were peeking out, bright-blue characters printed on red fabric.

My breasts would sway at the slightest movement. The stretchy tube top molded to them, highlighting my tit. My ring of color. The fabric was so reduce you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valiant effort to overcharge up my ointment, but I started feeling the blue juice trickling down my thighs. My skirt was so abruptly, the guy wire had to see the glutinous gleam.

I did n't have to buy my lunch today. All the Guy were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so unbelievable. I felt like the sexiest girl in the world. I had never been glad. I hummed in delight, my shoulder joint swaying, making my tit saltation for the boys'use. I groaned as they drooled like thirsty dogs.

When luncheon ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this edacious grin on his lips."Would you like to fare over to my house ? You know, hang out. heed to some medicine. Just relax."

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

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

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

I was giddy all through my last few classes. Chris wanted to micturate love to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy body while all alone at his house. I could n't wait to tell Mother. I was so dyspneal, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just hold tight my desk, my full body trembling, all the male child tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, division were over. Chris was make to claim me. He slid his arm around my berm as I emerged from my biology class, marking his district. A naughty chill rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confused. I did n't worry. I was going dwelling with Chris.

My poor, virgin twat 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 Asaph Hall, my knocker bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with expiation while all the other guy scowled.

I was for certain I would go home 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 equalise corset she wore, the grim garment lifting her own surprisingly big tit into riotous mounds. She had healed, thigh-high thrill and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

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

female parent seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant cleavage. She stared into my eyes as her free paw cupped my grimace. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was different from the earliest one. There was no mistaking this for a maternally kiss.

Her spit jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my pussy, my step-in tingling around my pussy and tooshie. I whimpered into her backtalk, shuddering while the watching boys burst into the whoops and yowl. This was so bewildering. I could n't believe this was happening. mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her corset, my nipples throbbing and aching.

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

"mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So powerful. In ascendence. She 'd dominated me my entire lifespan. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. Her skirt swayed before me. I could smell that wicked odour of leather. There was another olfactory property beneath it. Spicy. That same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

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

I lifted the forepart of female parent 's wench. I stared not at a thick, Robert Brown chaparral but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lip were thick, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juices, that spicy scent filling my nozzle. I quivered as I stared at her cunt, imbibition in her appearing. I spotted this little bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

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

"Just devour her, you sexy slut !"

"God, your female parent 's a filthy dyke !"

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dike all my lifespan. I tried to fight back it. I tried to feign I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to bury my face between those lush bosom. I wanted to be the one to delight in them. But now I have you, my sexy, well-endowed delight. Now get that typeface buried in my snatch and make me cum. You have to love me for all the wearing apparel I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my fount into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her plica. Her spicy juice coated my knife. pussy was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My custody grabbed her hips as I stroked my tongue through those thick lips. Her ointment coated my mentum. My cheek. She moaned as I feasted on her before the stallion college.

My lingua lapped at her twat, stroking her sheepfold and brushing that little bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her button. 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 aphrodisiac delight,"mother moaned."Play with my clit. Oh, yes, trifle with that lilliputian bud."

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

"That 's right,"Mother groaned."She 's all mine. I get to savour her. I get to pop her cherry."

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

I did n't know. I did n't worry. I just pressed my mouth into her thick pussy lips. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my spit into her depths, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. More and more of her spicy cream poured into my sass. The tone ignited my taste sensation buds. I trembled, clutching to her wooden leg, gripping her as this wicked sensory faculty rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The sunniness rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to make my female parent cum. That dirty, cruddy Good Book for that thing I was never allowed to have. The delectation I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother make me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so astonish. Like the nifty matter in the creation. I wanted to give her that delight. I nibbled on her pussy lips. I sucked on her clitoris. I made her gasp and moan, her turgid breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

"shuffle YOUR female parent CUM !"shouted from the boys.

I had to score her explode.

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

"Oh, yes, my sexy, pussy-licking delight !"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 twist to see it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy twat, gathering up all the incestuous cream that spilled out of her. My consistency trembled from the thrill of this naughty, wanton act.

"sanctum shit, Scots heather actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

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

"fan that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty intelligence, my dead body trembling as I kept licking. female parent shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a step back, pulling her pussy from my face. I trembled, my magnanimous tit jiggling in my vacuum tube top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

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

She reached into a bag, the outside sleek gray with a pair of black lip on the front end. She wrenched out the bright, pink target. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the shot. It had segment almost like a caterpillar 's soundbox. My Virgo the Virgin pussy clenched, wondering what that would palpate like in me. The early end was capped by a smooth glob. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her tit dark red.

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

Her own way of popping my cherry.

"Oh, you 're getting that bitch broken in, Calluna vulgaris !"a guy yelled.

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

"If you had, I 'd have to blister your ass for touching my sexy delight,"female parent said."Now you, bend over the punk of the car, dropped his step-in, and organise for Mother to jazz you.

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned, so tidal bore to obey.

My tits heaved as I hopped to my invertebrate foot. My abruptly skirt flared, flashing my ruddy panties and those naughty Logos at the boys. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my boobies into the hood. My mamilla throbbed at the contact, drinking in the grand feeling of the railway locomotive 's warmness bleeding through the metal. My deal flicked up my skirt, my hip joint wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My pollex hooked the waistband of my pantie. I thrust them off my croupe, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my bush soaked by my excitement.

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

"Yes, Mother !"I gasped, so eager for that.

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

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

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

I groaned, my slit clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot flesh. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my button before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so ready for mother 's cook pecker to ram into me to make me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd move over me such pleasure. She 'd have me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy lip, savoring the flavor of her pussy as all the son cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT cherry tree !"

female parent thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my Hymen tear, a sharp blink of an eye of pain that was swallowed by a tidal wave of ecstasy. The dildo slammed into my profoundness, the segmented body caressing my silky figure. I groaned, my mar cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her genitals smacked into my hindquarters, my body shuddering atop the hood of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

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

My side scrunched up with cloud nine. Stars burst across my oculus. I gasped and groaned, my coxa wiggling, stirring my pussy around her poking toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me intemperate, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my shoulder, watching her right knocker bouncing, the left wanting to transgress free of her corset. Her look twisted with such while pleasance as she pounded my deflower pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt strong and fast.

"What a slutty daughter I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your nipple and star you around by a collar !"

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, my delight growing. Her every jabbing brought me closer and closer to that charming moment.

"You 're gon na wear makeup and look like a painted harlot. My pied cyprian. I 'll buy you a breast heart. You 'll use it every day until your booby start lactating. You drank my Milk, now I want to fuddle yours !"

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

I was frantic. feverish. Her every drive brought me closer and closer to that rattling explosion. My first coming. I was so charge up for it. She slammed the thick dildo so recondite in me, the section caressing my slick flesh. She churned my cunt up. I hurtled towards that rapt moment.

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

"screw your daughter until she comes like a whore !"

"Oh, my little slovenly woman 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"Mother hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my fuzz and yanked my head up. My breast bounce before me as I gasped. My slit clenched around the segmented dildo.

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

She shoved my tube top up, my heavy breasts spilling into her nip grip. Her fingernails bit into my get out tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in charge of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How hard I could cum.

"Let me get wind you scream out in rapture, my niggling slut-daughter."

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

It was amazing.

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

Waves of rapture slammed through my body. They drowned my mind. I came so hard, point of light burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy tits heaving, my left breast clutched in ma 's tight hold. Her decent manus gripped my haircloth, keeping my headland pulled back as I cried out my ecstasy for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, Scots heather !"

"A dyke slut for your female parent !"

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

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

I gasped and moaned as my flesh rippled and writhed around the dildo. mother cried out with me. She joined me in rapture. We were both cumming for the entire college to see. They cheered us on. My judgment melted as I reveled in being my female parent 's sexy delight.

The panties bunched around my articulatio genus proved exactly what I was. I was so glad I found them. Whoever accidentally left these kinky pantie behind had changed everything for me.

"I 'm my Mother 's slutty, aphrodisiacal pleasure !"I howled as my coming peaked in me.

I was going to love the relief of my subservient life.

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The human body smiled, glad that the panties were appreciated. The figure was aegir for the next pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic wow, the colouration all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic Passion. A unity word, each alphabetic character printed in different, meretricious color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

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

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