Mind-Control Panties

Story fifteen : Becoming a submissive Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for Beta reading this !

The physical body trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping Loretta Young lady friend'thinker into its strumpet. Turning good girls into tart, bad lady friend into Virgo the Virgin, and a unharmed host of other naughty designs. But too much of a sound matter was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The shape slipped unnoticed through the department depot. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its waterfall 's magic that this was the double-dyed place to happen her. To notice the girl who would wear the limited pantie. They were cherry-apple red, the material bright and brilliant and ingenuous. On the back, in white letters, was written : instructor 's Pet. A marvelous pair of panties for a young fille to wear.

A Young girl taught by a hunky professor.

The chassis reached where the department computer memory sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to pull in the attention of Lester Willis Young char who were shopping with their mothers. One such girl was about to get in. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

The figure shuddered as, with a effortless flick of its wrist, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the human. It was mundane. Just another being shopping there. The mortals'attention were on early things. On material consumerism. The occult was n't for them. The soma trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling step-in'game began.

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

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minutes behind her blood brother Kenneth. She was with her female parent today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the female parent kept hers short while the daughter 's fell in a long and succulent wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar cheekbones. Courtney had blue eyes from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the step-in. Her breath caught as she stared at that special pair. The words and White River letters beckoned her.

teacher 's pet.

"I get having a crush on an older man,"said Mrs. President Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be careful. You 're only XIX. You 'll get your meat broken."

The daughter gave a slight nod, utterly entranced by the step-in. Her mother 's speech were flowing through her mind.

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

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the scanty. The tingling rippled through her. Her mammilla hardened while her judgment sentiment of Mr. Rainier. And collars. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the teller failed to ring up one pair of the panties that the two fair sex bought. A I detail that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Taylor did n't even call up the panties by the metre they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's warning dueled with the sudden lust to wear those panties and become her favorite instructor 's pet. Something in her blood recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Joseph Deems Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's room, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was 19, but I had been doing her wash for so long it was second nature to me. I set the field goal atop her dresser, careful not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top draftsman.

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

They were gorgeous. Just so luscious. The perfect thing to wear.

teacher 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my mind. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my daughter 's panty. I continued putting the sleep of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never washed them. A calendar month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all rightfield for me to take them. I could wear them. It would be queer. A teacher wearing panties intended for a teacher 's pet.

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

The idea set my mind alight with eagre expectation for the sleep of the even. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him have intercourse about my demand. I did n't curb to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my scabies, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my judgment filled with unknown ikon. shoe collar. scholar. It was all such a blur. A melange of sexual impulsion that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the pantie I stole from my girl 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size of it, after all. I might be twenty-two years quondam than her, but I still had a cracking figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, boring panties.

I trembled as I left the maestro lav, 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 bourgeois. I wanted something more fun. Something a fiddling low-pitched cut. I wanted to really show off my boastfully breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my labored mounds.

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

It was far more than than I usually revealed.

But it was cunning. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the arm. I loved the feel of the silk against my flesh. I worked the clitoris, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my knocker, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my orotund sweep of delicious cleavage exposed.

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

I slid my bridge player up the silk framework of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The step-in tingled around my cunt. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my male child. I needed to help them pay care. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the country, male child were falling behind in college. It was up to professor like me to take it as engaging for them as possible.



My fingers dug into my pap, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingles soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my doll. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't much I could do, but I had corking peg and a dainty ass.

My curves would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a twosome of five-inch cad, not my usual flat. I knew they would help to give definition to my rump and conformation to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and girl in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their cockcrow task. As I reached the bottom of the steps, 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 brownness hair cut short. A big grin banquet across his brim as his gaze rippled up and down my body.

"Well, mom, wow."

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

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

"What 's so wrong with this kit ?"I asked."Your brother the like it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her face tightened."DOE Dad know you 're wearing that ?"

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

"A cadaver would pay attention to you, Mom,"Courtney muttered. She turned around and thrust the Milk into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my husband was upstairs taking his long shower. He would just have a cup of coffee before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't aid but tilt over and render him an inspiring presentation. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my Twins in my endorsement stratum. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My digit itched to represent with the large buttons of my blouse and give my boys a kickshaw. Courtney was in the course of study, but I hardly thought about her. She was a missy. She did fine in schooltime 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 nestling. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the base on balls out of the sign, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front seat much to Kenneth 's letdown.

I rolled my eye. She and her brother were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a clock time, when they were children, when they did everything together. Then puberty happened.

I was sure another decade they would be best friends. 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 pantie tingling, making my pussy itch. The wet fervor soaked between my thigh. year today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just enjoy me. I would educate them. I 'd make up my male child so smart and smart. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my with child breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the male child were staring at me. Even the single I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my blackguard, my hips swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the spring to my tits. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

I wanted to sashay. I felt like a prize show dog on video display, a squawk in her prime proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus line of"commodity morning, Mrs. Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eyes all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a stool in battlefront of my outset class, ramification crossed, all the boys crowding up the social movement rows. The young lady all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my flaw that all the boys were more concerned in learning instead of drooling over their trollops'tight, Pres Young organic structure. The male child were finally free of the distraction of all those hardly legal tarts.



My boys'endocrine were focused on Education Department now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that first year, I felt like the male child just were n't quite getting the stuff. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the complete idea while my number one social class filed out and I had to hold back for the pupil of my second.

Kenneth was the first to make it. My son sat front and core before me, a big grin on his face."darn, 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 way, gagged. I did not cognize what was up with that miss today.

The other boy all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a tall guy with blonde whisker and a big nozzle sat to the rightfield of my son while fizgig, a devotee and tall total darkness guy took the place to his left. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the stool, his white teeth flashing between his boneheaded mouth. Paul came in future, a nerdy guy with red whisker and freckle across his fount. Today, he did n't look blase because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James IV and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me.

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

When the end educatee walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the mickle of me, I said,"Good sunrise, boys. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The boy all nodded. Their question went up and down with such aegir hunger. I would make this moral 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 button of my blouse, a orotund square just begging to be popped through its grommet."For every interrogative someone gets right, a release will descend undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

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

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

"Courtney, you need to be quiet, sit down, and let me instruct my class."

"Teach your class ?"she gasped, this look of shock on her face."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to see,"I said."Now you girls need to shut out up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing finely. The son are the unity who need help learning."

"Yeah, shut up, Courtney,"Kenneth said."Mom 's teaching class her way."

"Mrs. Taylor, you 're such an amazing teacher,"groaned Lance. His middle stared at me with such hunger.

"Yeah,"crick said, his big olfactory organ so bluff. I heard what they said about men with big olfactory organ ...

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

"Yes !"Saul of Tarsus groaned. The nerdy guy was interested in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

"Okay, what was the escort that Bonaparte Bonaparte was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the number one second power push button through its eyehole, I purred,"That 's correct, Kenneth. Such a bright boy."

Saint James licked his brim as he stared at my blouse first step, my large breasts still constrained. He could see the black bra now, one-half exposed.

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

Paul got his hand up first. The peppiness had such a huge grin on his face."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's ripe,"I moaned, my pap pressing hard against my bra. I popped the second push button through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway undone, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

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

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

I clapped my helping hand together in delight."Well done."My fingers popped the third gear clit through its grommet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my breadbasket."That was marvellous, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his crusade against Oesterreich ?"

It was James River 's tour to fritter away up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was XXVI, right ?"

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

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

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

I popped the lastly button through its loop. I shuddered as my blouse fell clear. It exposed my smooth belly and my gravid breasts constrained in my Black person bra. All the girls were shaking their point in the backbone of the schoolroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my awesome way of inspiring my male child. The striptease was staring. My boys were all so interested. They were all recalling matter right that they normally would forget.

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

I loved these blue pantie I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my twat as my manlike students salivated over me. Young men were such hornlike things. I was so glad I was channeling their luxuria in an conquer guidance. They would acquire so much as they stared at my sizeable flesh.

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

"Now, why did Napoleon I intrude on the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to poke out the Continental arrangement that existed in French Republic while simultaneously choking off the Brits swop route through the Mediterranean Sea 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, youth man. I 'm so lofty 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 next one right, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tits. I know how you boys like them large and soft and bighearted like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of thirsty dogs all wanting to climb on the same bitch. I shuddered, my neck feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite billet. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to adjoin myself so badly.

I had to concenter. I was here to learn my boys.

"Where did Napoleon defeat the Prussians ?"I asked, my interpreter a sultry purred.

"Oh, that was at the struggle of ..."fishgig furrowed his brow."The conflict of Jena and Auerstedt."

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

I brought my hands to the straw man, pressing the cupful against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my shoulders, showing the son that nothing was holding my bra on my titty except my hired man. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the succeeding one right hand, and you 're going to see every, go bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all tough and aegir, does n't it ?"

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

"You 're the best shtup instructor ever,"Tommy groaned.

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

Courtney gagged. She was just jealous that her chum wanted to see my titty and not hers. She only had a pair of round breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attending to her at all.

"O.K.,"I purred, my slit mellow heat energy."final interrogative sentence. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

"That 's such a screw slowly one,"muttered my daughter.

"nonsuch Helena !"shouted Saint Paul as Rich cried out,"The island of holy man Helena !"

"Saint Helena !"burst from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my white meat to my eager male child. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, riotous boob. My dark-skinned nipples were so gruelling. I arched my back, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to construct for sure they got a respectable facial expression at them. They swayed with a sound joggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a just job,"I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my dope bounce."For your payoff, I 'll do my speech topless. I 'm sure you 're all going to focus. You 've all learned so a lot, but now we 'll get into more of the particular of Bonaparte 's life history. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

"Yes, Mrs. Taylor !"groaned from the male child. My son licked his lip, looking so joyful.

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

God, my pussy was on flak.

I gave my lecture, striding back and forth between my boys. Their eyes followed my panting breasts. I shuddered, my gamey panties soaking up my juices. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my life. I shuddered, loving it. My blackguard clicked with every whole step, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my bosom to joggle.

I had this strange itching around my neck. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to understand what I was missing. But I maintained my focusing. I taught my boy right up until the end of the hour. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a candy kiss on the forehead. They were all grinning as they left my class, all talking about how they were so eager for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male students were bore to ascertain. This was fantastic. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

right field then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of course, I could n't do anything about it. I had social class to instruct. I kept up my ecdysiast deterrent example, the girls all glaring at me in the back. They were just envious because I had crowing boobs than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a single guy get a head wrong. They got them all correct, letting me strip off my blouse and bra and then lecture topless for the rest of the 60 minutes. It was such a flush. Every female teacher needed to do this.

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

The import college was done, I headed to the memory board. Of course, in my keenness, I forgot to fill my youngster home, but they were xix. They could find their own way. I bought my supplies. My new outfit. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't don the Saami blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so tidal bore for tomorrow 's category.

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 spill to her begetter, but he was busy watching the game. I made sure he had quite a little of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my tomentum. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eagre to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his nose and make vibrant sounds,"You 'll just birth to wait and see tomorrow, okay ?"

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

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm sure you have homework to do. It 's not just my class that you need to stand out at. You have to be good at all of them."

He darted off. It was wondrous to see him working hard for once. He was buckling down.

Unlike his sis ...

I was half tempted to make her stoppage family from classes. I did n't require her negativity in my class tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my male child to reign their lessons. They had to get the hang their knowledge. I could n't hold back to aid 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 students. I picture them one by one fondling my breasts and sucking on my nipple and eating out my kitty-cat. I imagine their youth stopcock sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my imagination. They pounded me. Lance and his big, black tool. Paul with his passionate thrusts. Even my own son.

He was still one of my scholar. It did n't count if it was incest. I had to name trusted that he dominated his lessons and took kick of his education. I came so hard 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 persuasion. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the succeeding break of day to get set. I could listen my hubby grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his job. He did n't induce to imbibe all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my exhibitor and got ready. I made sure my legs were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making trusted my pubic pilus were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl trollop. I was a get on woman. 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 low category. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one last meter before I implemented my new programme during my endorsement class.

After all, my son deserved to know it first. He was such a brightly student.

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the front seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my skirt was. It was short. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my slit.

Of course, I was n't wearing any panties beneath. Not even that extra couple. They would just get in the way. My teacher 's Pet panties were astound, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my example 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 instructor. Did you not hear your Brother working on his homework all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just spend all your fourth dimension bothering your father instead of getting your school assignment done."

My girl glared at me. Like she resented me for some reason. Well, 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 birth become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

well, they were my panties now.

God, all the male child would eff me. They were all waiting out in front man of the college. They wolf-whistled when they saw me strutting on my five-inch cad. My doll barely covered my ass. If any coed wore a skirt that dead, she 'd be politely asked to go place. Not me, I was a instructor.

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

I entered my classroom. I taught my first class. It was n't the on-key rushing I craved, but still fun. My cunt was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the excited boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could conceive about was the special item in my purse. The matter that I needed. The thing that would nail me.

The extra joy that would give a lesson to my son they would never forget.

Finally, my endorsement class had arrived. I was ready to implement my new determine strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, shaft was the first to show up. The raw sienna 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 smiling as he took his seat. deep followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and James and Tommy and Saul of Tarsus all took their seats. They were all ready to learn. All staring at me with such Passion on their faces. I could see they were ready to answer questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You safe believe I did, Mrs. Taylor,"Lance groaned."First prison term I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a bully job as your teacher,"I said, my finger undoing the push of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my death class topless. I did n't bother with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

"You 're not even pretending to take in them ask interrogation now,"my daughter asked from the back.

"Courtney, dear, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading appointment that 's on the add-in. That 's for all you girls. Just stay put out of the boy'hairsbreadth. I need to civilize them. I need to teach them to be dominating, substantial young men who seize their education.

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

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most important thing in the world a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my bookman. I stripped naked with pride, letting my boy see my large, alcoholic breasts and the trimmed, brown Dubyuh adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the lonesome way that a female person teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the leash and collar out of my purse. All the boys were staring at my raw body, drinking in the good deal of my flesh. The aroma of my tangy kitty-cat reached my nose, filling my every inhalation with delight. My daughter stared at me in jounce as I placed a midst, black collar around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the flavor of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to assume their academic futures with both script and register their teacher who was the passkey here.

I clipped the 3 to my catch. Then I knelt before my male child. All of them were staring at me with such hungriness. I held up the end of the black, leather tercet, 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 hoot,"groaned Rich, his big nose quivering.

"This is astonishing,"panted Kenneth."You 're the best, Mom."

"It 's Mrs Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did Bonaparte invade Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a instant before the other boys yelled out the answer.

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

"Holy shit,"he said, grabbing my leash in a trembling hand. He stood up, his cock tenting the forepart of his blue jean."Until I cum ?"

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

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's twin sister bolted to her feet."You ca n't fuck our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jean, keeping my leash gripped in his rectify script as he worked his fly open. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my reward for getting the question right. That 's all. Look 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 own been a pet to her favorite teacher, but she did n't wear the scanty in sentence. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to experience the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't do one man.

I would do all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his blue jean down. Then his packer. His cock popped out. He was bigger than his pop. My pussycat clenched as I stared at that stopcock. That gumshoe came from my soundbox, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous surge shot through me as he gripped my leash and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his dick into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my Bush and dribbled down my thighs. That tart aroma swelled in strength. It filled my nose.

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

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

Slowly.

My son took his time enjoying his academic reward. He pulled tight on the tether, the collar gripping my cervix. I groaned as his tool sink deeper and deeper into my slit. He reached towards my womb. The shoe collar jangled, metallic element clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my cunt 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 dick. It was wonderful. I was happy I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his cock with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, satiny grip of my twat. He moaned and push up back into me with effect.

Not a irksome slide now, but a man taking his pedagogy in hand.

His balls smacked into my clit. pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The male child all groaned in envy. They were all observation, eager for their turn of events to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an amazing treat. I was so glad he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my snatch around his dick. I clutched hard, the delight building and construction with every thrust.

"sanctum shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy feel amazing ! Your cunt 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 intemperately. Your teacher is a slut. She 's a dirty whore that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big cock into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mum, is so shudder you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm hairgrip of the leash, tugging on my shoe collar. That kept my principal up, my eyes staring at the early students watching. The son were pulling out their hammer, stroking themselves.

lance did suffer a big cock, sable and long. So did Rich. Saul of Tarsus 's was skillful and St. James had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was gracious and fat. My kitty melted. I could n't await to teach them all. To reach them an breeding they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Taylor !"My son moaned, his pass on hand sliding up my consistence. He still gripped the ternary in his right handwriting. He pulled tight, letting me sense that choker about my neck."Damn, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so hard in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin baby exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get bare and help educate these cocks !"I moaned.

That shut my daughter up. I did n't need her electronegativity. Not when I was worshiping my son 's big cock.

His putz slammed so deep and punishing in me. He churned me up. His balls smacked over and over against my clit. Sparks burst. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my puss around him. I loved every hot dip of his peter penetrating my cunt. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wonderful. incredible. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. The incestuous pleasance built and built inside my kitty-cat with every thrust of my son 's cock. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My cuckoo grew so hot. So juicy. Trickles of cream dribbled through my bush and ran down my thighs. My arduous breasts swayed.

His exploring left mitt found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy anatomy. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His balls smacked into my clit. piddling bursts of pleasure showered through my puss. I was about to explode.

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

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a respectable scholar ! You 're mastering your lustfulness ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so hard !"

His hand squeezed my will boob. He jerked on the leash. For a moment, my airway collapsed. I could n't respire, and it was marvellous. He was showing his domination of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My kitty-cat writhed and spasmed around his shot. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous waves of blissfulness washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other male child around me all stroked their dicks. Lance bickering on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony dick. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My properly boob swung free, trembling with my body. My son gripped my leave alone tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming snatch. He growled out his boyish excitement. He slammed his shaft so deep into my climaxing twat. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

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

Waves of rapture washed out of me with every hot clap of his jizz spilling into my pussy. I groaned as my cunt milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop curtain of incestuous seed out of my son 's dick. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was incredible to teach him. To show him how a submissive teacher-pet should act.

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

"roll in the hay, Mom,"he groaned."tinker's damn !"

He spurted the go dip of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the threesome. He stumbled back while I trembled through my blissfulness. I hit that wonderful tip as I stared out at the other boy watching. I had to impart them another question. It was so hard to think.



Something bubbled through my learning ability.

"How long did the Peninsular War live ?"I managed to skewer out.

"screwing, was n't that six long time ?"shaft groaned."Yeah, that was six years !"

"I 'm yours, Lance !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my snatch. The cream soaked my bush.

The unassailable, Whitney Moore Young Jr. Black guy grabbed my tierce. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to feel his dick in me. I quivered there, both my gravid chest swaying. My apprehension jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with envy while they stripped nude and stroked their dicks.

I was sure they would all get a question correctly before the minute was over.

I gasped as lancet parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spit landed on my shit. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my naughty sphincter. He was going to use my bowel. He would fuck that huge dick into my anal sheath.

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

"nooky yes I am, Mrs Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his cock pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eager to aim his vast, Black dick in my bowels. My entire dead body quivered. I stared down at my provide hand. At the wedding closed chain I wore. I did n't need that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to delight my son. My husband already had his education.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the way, and moaned,"Fuck my cocksucker so hard, gig ! Be a practiced boy and use your teacher-pet !"

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom story was drowned out by the cheering boy.

Lance thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his cock stretched and stretched my anal retentive ring. My sphincter did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my get-go time doing anal, but I knew my body could handle it. I would love it. But all my holes were uncommitted for my sexy boys to use. gig wanted my ass, so he got it.

"Holy fucking shit !"I howled as his thick dick speared deeply and deeper into my bowels. He stretched my wretched asshole to its limits. My anal case clenched around his ebony calamus. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, Lance ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound my make out motherfucker until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my bowels around his putz as he drew back. I heard him spit again and felt it plash against my stretched-wide cocksucker gripping his big gumshoe. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my bowels. My breasts swayed from the impact. My entire body rock. I gripped his cock with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

Pleasure melted down to my cum-filled cunt. more of my son 's jizz leaked out of my twat as I quivered. My impending coming drank in every plunge of his dick into my gut. I loved that my hung student was fucking my asshole.

fizgig spat each sentence his cock emerge. 7 times. Eight times. Until finally, he was pumping with relief. He was working that dick in and out of my asshole. He was fucking me like the slut I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal retentive case as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my trinity as he fucked me. The other son cheered him on.

"Sodomize the slut 's asshole !"Henry James shouted.

"ass that MILF 's tight ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't await to fuck her,"groaned rich as he stroked his big dick."tinker's dam, Mrs Elizabeth Taylor, you are fucking fine !"

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. shaft fucked his rooster in and out of me. He slammed into my depths and then pulled back. Over and over, his dick stimulated me. His balls smacked into my taint. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't await for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would splatter so much jizz in me.

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

His big dick drove me wild. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out more and more of my son 's jizz. Hot runnel of his spunk ran down my thighs. I lowered my principal, staring down at my swaying chest. I grunted and groaned, my deal balled into clenched fist. I was so close up. Just a few more strokes, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my intestine tight around Lance 's big dick. I wanted to cum on his ebony pecker."keep fucking your teacher ! hold showing your teacher-pet that she 's your fornicatress !"

"God fucking damn, you are !"gig growled."Mrs. Taylor, you 're the grown slut ever. I love it !"

His turncock oil production into my asshole combined with those discussion to make water me experience so wicked. I came.

His lump smacked into my taint as I exploded in seventh heaven. The pleasure erupted in the deepness of my pussy. The thaw flood lamp of passion surged through my body. My big chest heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.

Little sparkle of luminosity danced around them. firework celebrating the intensity of my sexual 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 dick. My nous burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"screw !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking tart !"

"No, she 's a teacher-pet,"my son said with a big grin. He stroked his cock soaked in my incestuous succus."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His hammer buried to the hilt in my convulsing intestine. I reveled in his large 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 break open. My asshole rippled around him, my orgasm burning through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a gimcrack grunt, he ripped his cock entirely out of my cocksucker. I felt empty.

Then the strong, Black bookman yanked hard on my leash. I gasped as he spun me around, my large bosom swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his sable demon. I could smell the turned musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my mouthpiece and swallowed his dirty cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his peter. The sour flavor made me feel so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A small one. But it was wild and delicious as I showed my boys I was such a trade good teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"Fucking Mrs. Taylor !"he growled."suction it down my cock as you clean my big cock !"

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my mouth. He splashed the nerve into the dorsum of my throat and then it flowed down my gullet to my stomach. I loved it. I whimpered, my body trembling. My pinch jangled around my neck. Lance grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my sour dickhead. I reveled in the dirty flavor mixing with his salty Passion of Christ. I squeezed my optic shut, reveling in this present moment. I drank down every drop of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a sound teacher-pet.

I hoped the female child were watching and witnessing how they needed to educate their boy. I hoped my daughter would empathize. That she could get over her jealousy and bitterness from missing out on being a pet to her favorite teacher.

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

shaft dropped my terzetto as he ripped his pecker out of my mouth."punter ask your next question, Mrs Taylor."

motion ?

Right. I needed to ask my boys something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my scholar to have it away me. All my cognition of Napoleon era seemed to have evaporated beneath the disappear delight still simmering over my mind. 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 people, St. Paul, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the fuck !"gasped my girl."That 's a question 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 cunt,"Rich said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your face so hard, Mrs. President Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his helping hand through his red hair. His hammer jabbing out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the storey. He held his tool upright with his left helping hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his body. My heavy tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous seed, to Rich 's heavy cock. I impaled myself down his prick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My pussy loved it.

I groaned, my asshole aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his peter oceanic abyss and hard in my intestine. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a fistful of my dark-brown hair. He jerked my mind to the rightfulness and rammed his cock into my athirst mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Paul 's peter. My pussy gripped rich 's thick dick as I worked my pelvic girdle, sliding up and down his cinch. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's concentrated cock as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my male child grunted and groaned. The other ones were watching, waiting for their crook. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Saint Paul 's hammer. I nursed with thirst. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the delights to follow. My hands pressed on rich people 's berm. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his prick. I pumped up and down his spear, matching Tommy 's hard rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my bowels mixed with the slick pleasure of my cunt. I loved it. I clutched both my muddle around my big, strong boys. I whimpered around Paul 's dick as I pleased my other two scholar. My pussy and intestine drank in the howling rubbing. Over and over, I was filled with hard cocks.

"nookie, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my heavy tits. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fucking practiced teacher ever, Mrs. Taylor !"

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

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

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his cock. He slammed his pecker all the way into the profundity of my sass as my other two mess were filled with nineteen-year-old putz. When Paul brush the backrest of my throat this time, he kept going. I relaxed my esophagus and surrendered to his girth. His hawkshaw slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic pilus rubbed into my lips and nose. His egg smacked heavily into my chin.

I was truly being fucked in all three of my holes.

Rich was thrusting up as I rode his peter. Tommy pounded my prick with his right strokes, his finger's breadth kneading my expectant chest. Paul grunted as he slammed his turncock down my pharynx over and over. I loved the flavor of his laboured testicle on my Kuki-Chin. The impact of his nuts, brimming with his cum, against me had my lust surging hot through me. I wanted him to deluge my mouth.

I wanted them all to glut my holes.

I squeezed sloshed around Rich 's peter and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my hips, stirring my pussy and asshole around their shafts. My sexual climax swelled so quick. I whimpered and groaned around Apostle Paul 's rooster 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 cunt. I was on the verge of exploding again. Another orgasm that would cockle through my physical structure. My three male child were given me such bliss. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul 's dick while my pussycat convulsed around rich 's stopcock. Tommy drove his hard dick into my writhing bowels. All three boys groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my son'dicks.

"Mrs. Deems Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my asshole."You feel so dear ! roll in the hay !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that rattling spurt of his hot jizz flooding my SOB. It was so unlike from in my pussy. I got to experience that delight a import later as Rich groaned. His tool flooded my bitch with his spunk. Both my yap writhed about their erupting dicks.

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

"nooky,"Apostle of the Gentiles groaned and slammed his putz all the way down my throat. My vocal corduroys hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The waves of ecstasy were flooding through me."Mrs. Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my oesophagus. I shuddered, savoring every endure present moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my torso. I quivered. It was such a joy. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my hollow being flooded with my boy'cum.

My slit and asshole drained rich people and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every last drop of his cum in my sassing. Then I had other boys who needed to do questions. Aston and James IV and Henry and more. All my boy needed to bonk me. I shouted out interrogative sentence. Simple ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 time 1 !"

"How many sides does a triangle ingest ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and Forth River. I never wanted this lesson to end, but when it did, I had a entirely new class of boys to jazz me. They would all proceed their education and ream my spicy holes.

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

I educated every last boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure trembled at the end of its final examination scanty secret plan.

It would get new delights, new ways to amuse itself. This lowest game had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic trick. Maybe it had because the female parent had claimed the panties.

The misapprehension had created something wild. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her mother was the pet to every final boy she could find.

The magic would ascertain that no one except the obstinate Courtney would think anything was wrong. They would all accept the new Mrs. Taylor. The other professors, the decision maker of her college, and her educatee would all think what she was doing was slap-up. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae blood in her. A little drop the had immunized her from its conjuration.

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

The figure turned to his workbench, contemplating what its next biz should be. There were so many way of life for a faggot to divert itself. The image would notice something new. Something wild. The sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the auditory sensation stirring its resource.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties taradiddle