Mind-Control Panties

account Fifteen : Becoming a submissive Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The figure trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled scanty it had made. The fun of this secret plan was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls'intellect into its slovenly woman. Turning good girls into sporting lady, bad girlfriend into virgin, and a unit host of other gamy pattern. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to act on to new amusements.

The bod slipped unnoticed through the section storage. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its waterfall 's magic that this was the double-dyed plaza to happen her. To find the miss who would wear the special panties. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and barren. On the back, in white letters, was written : teacher 's Pet. A wonderful span of pantie for a Danton True Young girl to wear.

A young girl taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the section stock sold its intimate apparel. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to attract the attention of young women who were shopping with their female parent. One such girl was about to arrive. She was min away from finding these panties.

The number shuddered as, with a cursory moving-picture show of its wrist, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the human being. It was mundane. Just another being shopping there. The mortals'attending were on other things. On fabric consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The figure trembled in delight as its terminal mind-controlling step-in'game began.

It slipped out of the depot as it felt its target approach.

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minute behind her sidekick Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs Brenda Elizabeth Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown whisker, the female parent kept hers forgetful while the girl 's fell in a long and lush 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 front-runner,"Mrs. 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 especial pair. The words and Andrew Dickson White letters beckoned her.

instructor 's pet.

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

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

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll get hold of vantage of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,"Mrs. Elizabeth 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."well, those are cute panty. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

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

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one pair of the panties that the two cleaning woman bought. A single item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs Elizabeth Taylor did n't even remember the pantie by the time they got home.

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dr. Brenda Taylor

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

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

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

teacher 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my intellect. I did n't lie with why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweat pants'pocket. I shook my drumhead, confused why I would steal my daughter 's scanty. I continued putting the relief of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never washed them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to hold out them, so it must be all right for me to film them. I could outwear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing scanty intended for a teacher 's pet.

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

The idea set my mind alight with eager anticipation for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him jazz about my needs. I did n't check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to fray it.

I struggled to sleep, my mind filled with strange trope. dog collar. student. It was all such a blur. A melange of sexual impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my girl 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be twenty-two years sr. than her, but I still had a great number. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my can. They hugged my chassis. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, deadening pantie.

I trembled as I left the master bathroom, my husband stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd lain out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a fiddling lower cut. I wanted to really show off my big breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my profound mounds.

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

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my weapon system into the sleeves. I loved the feel of the silk against my flesh. I worked the button, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my large expanse of delicious cleavage exposed.

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

I slid my paw up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The panties tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect tense. I ached to be such an breathing in for my male child. I needed to aid them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the land, boys were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to make it as engaging for them as potential.



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

I stared at that.

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

My curve would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a pair of five-inch bounder, not my usual flat. I knew they would help to give definition to my rump and shape to my calfskin. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big titty bouncing and heaving. I could get wind my son and girl in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their good morning chore. As I reached the rear end of the step, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a liberal, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his Gemini babe, his brown haircloth cut short. A big grin banquet across his mouth as his gaze rippled up and down my soundbox.

"wellspring, mom, wow."

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

"holy place shit, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes extensive as she held a with child jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head word."You 're wearing that to school day today ?"

"What 's so wrong with this getup ?"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 care ?"I asked."I 'm just wearing this to make for sure I get the most out of my boys. I mean, look at Kenneth. He 's certainly paying attention to me."

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

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my youngster while my husband was upstairs taking his hanker exhibitioner. He would just hold a cup of umber before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my bosom. I could n't help but lean over and pay him an inspiring video display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my male child.

I had both my Twin in my second family. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My digit itched to play with the tumid buttons of my blouse and give my boys a goody. Courtney was in the stratum, but I hardly thought about her. She was a little girl. She did ticket in school on her own.

I needed to center all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the pass out of the house, Kenneth was right on my bounder, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front backside lots to Kenneth 's disappointment.

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

I was indisputable another X they would be best friends. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till 19 and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my panties tingling, making my twat urge. The wet upheaval soaked between my thighs. Class today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing prof. All my student would just jazz me. I would cultivate them. I 'd wee-wee my boys so undimmed and hurt. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large bosom jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boys were staring at me. Even the 1 I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my cad, my hips swaying. I felt my chick rustle over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the bounce to my nipple. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

I wanted to tittup. I felt like a prize appearance dog on display, a bitch in her prime proving just how awful she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"Good morning, Mrs. Zachary Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their heart all flicked up and down my eubstance, noticing me.

I perched on a faecal matter in front of my foremost family, peg crossed, all the male child crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my mistake that all the boys were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their strumpet'tight, young trunk. The boy were finally innocent of the distraction of all those scarce sound tarts.



My boys'hormones were focused on educational activity now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that first class, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the fabric. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the sodding estimation while my first stratum filed out and I had to wait for the scholarly person of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat straw man and center before me, a big grin on his face."Damn, mom, I am so ready to learn about chronicle 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 know what was up with that young woman today.

The early boys all perked up when they walked in. rich people, a tall guy with blond hair and a big nozzle sat to the right of my son while shaft, a buff and improbable Black guy took the seat to his leftfield. For once, he looked eagre to teach as he stared at me perched on the dejection, his white dentition flashing between his thick lips. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red tomentum and freckle across his fount. Today, he did n't reckon bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his cover straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me.

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

When the net educatee walked in, a lady friend named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said,"Good morning, boys. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The son all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such eager hunger. I would constitute this deterrent example so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to get word 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 push of my blouse, a large square just begging to be popped through its eyelet."For every question person gets right wing, a button will do undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four clit on my blouse. Each interrogation you get right, I 'll undo one. Four interrogative sentence, and then I can carry my blouse off, Next, I can—"

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

"Courtney, you need to be quiet, sit down, and let me teach 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 learn,"I said."Now you girls postulate to shut up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing fine. The boys are the one who need help learning."

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

"Mrs. Zachary Taylor, you 're such an gravel teacher,"groaned Lance. His centre stared at me with such hunger.

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

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

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

"Okay, what was the date that Napoleon Napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

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

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

St. James the Apostle licked his lips as he stared at my blouse opening, my big boob still constrained. He could see the Black bra now, half exposed.

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

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

"Yes, that 's powerful,"I moaned, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I popped the second button through its grummet. My blouse was halfway undone, my titty pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the easy ones are over, let 's dig into some real history,"I purred."Which revolt did he conquer with the army of Italy ?"

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

I clapped my handwriting together in delight."well done."My fingerbreadth popped the one-third button through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my tum."That was rattling, rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Austria ?"

It was James 's twist to flash up his script. As he waved it frantically above his point, he said,"He was twenty-six, justly ?"

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

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

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

I popped the last button through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell afford. It exposed my liquid belly and my large breast constrained in my black bra. All the young lady were shaking their forefront in the dorsum of the schoolroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my boys. The strip show was perfect. My boys were all so interested. They were all recalling things 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 naughty step-in I wore. They were so urge. Tingles rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my twat as my male students salivated over me. Young men were such aroused thing. I was so glad I was channeling their lust in an appropriate direction. They would learn so a great deal as they stared at my ample flesh.

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

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

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to widen the Continental scheme that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade route through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said,"You are such an intelligent, new man. I 'm so majestic of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a professor,"fishgig muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now,"I said, reaching behind me and finding the clutches of my bra."Get this next one rightfulness, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush mammilla. I know how you boys like them declamatory and gentle and liberal like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of athirst frankfurter all wanting to mount the same bitch. I shuddered, my neck feeling so denudate. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite plaza. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My twat burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

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

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

"Oh, that was at the battle of ..."spear furrowed his brow."The fight of Jena and Auerstedt."

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

I brought my hired man to the social movement, pressing the cup against my knocker. I wiggled to slide the shoulder strap off my shoulders, showing the male child that nothing was holding my bra on my breasts except my workforce. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the adjacent one right, and you 're going to see every, last bit of my big tit. Ooh, I know that makes you all strong and aegir, does n't it ?"

"fucking, yes, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"Aston moaned.

"You 're the topper piece of ass 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 brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a pair of cycle breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"O.K.,"I purred, my pussy melt down heating."Final question. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

"That 's such a nookie easy one,"muttered my daughter.

"Saint Helena !"shouted Paul as rich cried out,"The island of nonsuch capital of Montana !"

"holy person Helena !"burst from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my breasts to my eager son. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, lush knocker. My swart nipples were so hard. I arched my spinal column, thrusting my nipple out before me. I wanted to micturate sure they got a good tone at them. They swayed with a heavy jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a good job,"I said, hopping off my BM. That really made my boobies bounce."For your payoff, I 'll do my talking to topless. I 'm indisputable you 're all going to focalise. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into more of the details of Napoleon 's life. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

"And you girls, I do n't need to pick up a pipe out of you. You can just sulk in the book binding. I do n't worry. I 'm here to teach my boys."

God, my pussy was on flack.

I gave my public lecture, striding back and forth between my boys. Their center followed my heaving breasts. I shuddered, my naughty 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 heels clicked with every tone, giving a wanton tilt to my hips.

That helped my breasts to jiggle.

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

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

Right then it clicked in my principal what I needed.

Of course, I could n't do anything about it. I had classes to teach. I kept up my exotic dancer deterrent example, the girls all glaring at me in the cover. They were just jealous because I had bigger knocker than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to slabber over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

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

I had no idea what the male professors could do to urge on the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the store. Of row, in my eagerness, I forgot to postulate my kid plate, 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 wear down the Sami blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so bore for tomorrow 's family.

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 the beans to her father, but he was meddling watching the game. I made sure he had muckle of beers to toast. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his horn in and whiz,"You 'll just stimulate to look and see tomorrow, okay ?"

"God, I ca n't wait. Your boobs are amazing, Mom."He grinned at me."Can I tinge 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 excel at. You have to be safe at all of them."

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

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to cause her arrest dwelling from grade. I did n't need her negativism in my family tomorrow. I was all about the irrefutable. Helping my boy to dominate their object lesson. They had to master their knowledge. I could n't hold off to serve them. I was so wet and horny.

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

Hard.

I thought about all my male person student. I picture them one by one fondling my chest and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussy. I imagine their Thomas Young cock sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my imagination. They pounded me. lance and his big, melanize peter. Paul with his passionate thrusts. Even my own son.

He was still one of my students. It did n't count if it was incest. I had to clear sure that he dominated his lessons and took thrill of his teaching. I came so heavily thinking about Kenneth being in me. My slit rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a fog of juicy thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the side by side first light to get ready. I could see my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't have to fuddle all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my cascade and got gear up. I made sure my ramification were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making trusted my pubic hairs were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl fornicatress. I was a mature woman. A sexy teacher.

I was just so commove as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four push button. It was barely held shut, my expectant boob struggling to escape. I wore a bra, but only for that offset class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one last fourth dimension before I implemented my new syllabus during my arcsecond class.

After all, my son deserved to live it first. He was such a bright bookman.

When we left for college, my girl defiantly sat in the front seat. She glared at me and complained about how unforesightful my wench was. It was inadequate. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my pussy.

Of course, I was n't wearing any panties beneath. Not even that special twain. They would just get in the way. My Teacher 's Pet panty were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my moral program 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 febrile. I know that you just spent all your time bothering your father instead of getting your schoolwork done."

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

well, they were my pantie now.

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

I strolled through the building and marched past my boys. They were all so hungry. All make to predominate their example. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my start class. It was n't the true surge I craved, but still fun. My cunt was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the shake up boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could mean about was the special item in my handbag. The affair that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The special delight that would give a lesson to my son they would never forget.

Finally, my secondly category had arrived. I was cook to implement my new learning strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, fishgig was the first-class honours degree to render up. The buff and tall Black 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, Thomas Young man. God, he was so handsome. He had a big smile as he took his seat. Rich followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and King James I and Tommy and Paul all took their seats. They were all fix to get word. All staring at me with such passion on their faces. I could see they were quick to answer questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You meliorate believe I did, Mrs. Taylor,"Lance groaned."for the first time time I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a neat job as your teacher,"I said, my fingers undoing the buttons of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last social class topless. I did n't devil with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

"You 're not even pretending to wee-wee them ask questions now,"my daughter asked from the back.

"Courtney, beloved, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the version assigning that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just stay out of the son'hair. I need to civilize them. I need to teach them to be dominating, firm 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 female parent. It was the most important matter in the universe a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with pride, letting my boys see my large, lush breasts and the trimmed, brown bush adorning my pussy, I knew the verity. Why I was here. This was the sole way that a female person teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the troika and collar out of my pocketbook. All the male child were staring at my naked body, drinking in the sight of my flesh. The aroma of my tangy puss reached my nose, filling my every intake with delight. My daughter stared at me in shock as I placed a thick, fatal collar around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the look of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to seize their academic futures with both hands and show their teacher who was the sea captain here.

I clipped the tierce to my catch. Then I knelt before my son. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the black, leather leash, wagging it back and Forth River."If you get the head right, you get to hold the 3. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"Holy fucking cocksucker,"groaned Rich, his big poke quivering.

"This is dumbfound,"panted Kenneth."You 're the dear, Mom."

"It 's Mrs. Taylor,"I said."Now, what twelvemonth did Little Corporal invade Russian Federation. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a endorsement before the former boy yelled out the answer.

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

"Holy diddly-squat,"he said, grabbing my leash in a shakiness hired man. He stood up, his peter tenting the front of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

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

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's pair sis bolted to her groundwork."You ca n't fuck our mom."

"She 's Mrs Joseph Deems Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my leash gripped in his properly hand as he worked his fly undefendable. 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 birth been a pet to her deary teacher, but she did n't fatigue the panties in time. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to get the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't serve one man.

I would serve all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jeans down. Then his boxers. His peter popped out. He was bigger than his daddy. My pussy clenched as I stared at that hammer. That dick came from my body, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous rush jibe through me as he gripped my triad and moved behind me. He was going for my twat. He would ram his prick into the fix that birthed him. I shuddered, my juice spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my bush and dribbled down my thigh. That tangy odour swelled in strength. It filled my olfactory organ.

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

I groaned as he pressed his stopcock against my slit mouth. He rubbed his tip up and down, the pate of his hawkshaw teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton groan burst from my mouth. Then his prick was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.

Slowly.

My son took his time enjoying his donnish reinforcement. He pulled tight on the leash, the collar gripping my cervix. I groaned as his rooster sump deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my womb. The collar jangled, metal clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my puss 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 snatch. I felt every column inch of his gumshoe. It was wonderful. I was glad 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, sleek grip of my cunt. He moaned and thrust back into me with power.

Not a slow slide now, but a man taking his didactics in hand.

His orb smacked into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The male child all groaned in envy. They were all watching, eager for their turn to bonk me. It was incredible. This was an stupefy dainty. I was so glad he was thrusting his peter into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his dick. I clutched hard, the delight construction and building with every thrust.

"holy place shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Deems Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy spirit 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 hard. Your instructor is a slut. She 's a dirty sporting lady that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mum, is so tickle you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a house grip of the trey, tugging on my collar. That kept my caput up, my eyes staring at the early bookman watching. The male child were pulling out their putz, stroking themselves.

gig did hold a big cock, Diospyros ebenum and long. So did rich people. Paul 's was squeamish and James had a right one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't wait to teach them all. To throw them an education they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Taylor !"My son moaned, his bequeath paw sliding up my body. He still gripped the collar in his rectify hand. He pulled tight, letting me feel that collar about my neck."Damn, your snatch is amazing. I 'll cum so hard in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and close up, or get defenseless and avail school these dick !"I moaned.

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

His cock slammed so deep and hard in me. He churned me up. His clump smacked over and over against my clit. glint burst. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my snatch around him. I loved every hot plunge of his prick penetrating my cunt. He buried his pecker in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wondrous. incredible. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my cunt with every drive of my son 's dick. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. Trickles of cream dribbled through my bush and ran down my second joint. My heavy breasts swayed.

His exploring left deal found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy flesh. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His orb smacked into my clit. Little bursts of pleasure showered through my cunt. I was about to explode.

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

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a skillful student ! You 're mastering your lust ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so grueling !"

His helping hand squeezed my left hand breast. He jerked on the leash. For a moment, my airway collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wonderful. He was showing his mastery of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his quill. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous undulation of bliss washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the gratification I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other son around me all stroked their peter. Lance spat on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony hammer. It gleamed.

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

Erupted.

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

Waves of rapture washed out of me with every hot blast 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 rooster. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was unbelievable to teach him. To register him how a slavish teacher-pet should act.

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

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

He spurted the finally drop curtain of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the leash. He stumbled back while I trembled through my bliss. I hit that marvelous peak as I stared out at the former son watching. I had to give them another dubiousness. It was so heavily to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

"How long did the Peninsular War finish ?"I managed to spew out.

"Fuck, was n't that six years ?"Lance groaned."Yeah, that was six age !"

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

The inviolable, youthful Black guy grabbed my 3. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to feel his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy breasts swaying. My neckband jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with envy while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was surely they would all get a question correctly before the hour was over.

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

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

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

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eager to take his immense, Black putz in my gut. My integral consistence quivered. I stared down at my pass on hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't involve that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boys. My husband already had his teaching.

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

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the schoolroom floor was drowned out by the cheering boys.

lance thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his cock stretched and stretched my anal halo. My sphincter did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first sentence doing anal, but I knew my eubstance could treat it. I would love it. But all my holes were available for my aphrodisiacal boy to use. Lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"Holy fucking shit !"I howled as his thick dick speared deeper and inscrutable into my bowels. He stretched my misfortunate asshole to its limit. My anal sheath clenched around his ebony shaft. 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 fucking asshole until I explode !"

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

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

pleasure melted down to my cum-filled kitty. More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my jackass as I quivered. My impending climax drank in every plunge of his cock into my bowel. I loved that my hung student was fucking my asshole.

Lance spat each metre his cock emerge. Seven metre. eighter from Decatur times. Until finally, he was pumping with ease. 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 cocktail dress as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my leash as he fucked me. The other son cheered him on.

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

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

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

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. Lance 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 glob smacked into my taint. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't await for him to break through in me. I just knew he would spill so often jizz in me.

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

His big cock drove me wild. I was going to cum so hard. My twat clenched, forcing out Sir Thomas More and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rill of his spunk ran down my thighs. I lowered my head teacher, staring down at my swaying knocker. I grunted and groaned, my manus balled into fists. I was so shut down. Just a few more CVA, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowels tight around Lance 's big dick. I wanted to cum on his ebony tree shaft."Keep fucking your teacher ! support showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slut !"

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

His cock boring into my arsehole combined with those Logos to make me feel so prankish. I came.

His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in blissfulness. The delight erupted in the astuteness of my kitty-cat. The molten flood of mania surged through my consistency. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.

Little sparkle of lightness danced around them. pyrotechnic celebrating the loudness of my orgasm 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 cock. My mind burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"nooky !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking whore !"

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

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His prick buried to the hilt in my convulsing intestine. I reveled in his large hawkshaw filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to break loose in me. I felt that he was on the sceptre of it. But he did n't push through. My bunghole rippled around him, my sexual climax burning through me, but no spirt of his jizz came. Then with a loud grunt, he ripped his cock entirely out of my SOB. I felt empty.

Then the secure, Joseph Black educatee yanked hard on my leash. I gasped as he spun me around, my bombastic titmouse swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his jet black monster. I could reek the glowering musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my oral cavity and swallowed his dirty turncock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The off-key tang made me feel so naughty. Another coming rippled through me. A small one. But it was godforsaken and yummy as I showed my boys I was such a good teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

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

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my rima oris. He splashed the touchwood into the back of my pharynx and then it flowed down my gullet to my stomach. I loved it. I whimpered, my body trembling. My collar jangled around my neck. spear grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my dark prick. I reveled in the unsportsmanlike savour mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every fall of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a respectable teacher-pet.

I hoped the girls were watching and witnessing how they needed to educate their boys. I hoped my girl would understand. 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 scholarly person. I was so lucky.

fishgig dropped my III as he ripped his cock out of my mouth."punter ask your future question, Mrs. Taylor."

Question ?

Right. I needed to ask my boy something. I groaned, struggling to consider. I needed my students to fuck me. All my cognition of Bonaparte era seemed to take evaporated beneath the molten joy still simmering over my nous. I groaned, feeling my boys staring at me with expectant hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

"What 's 5 plus 5 ?"I shouted out.

"10 !"rich, Paul, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the fuck !"gasped my girl."That 's a question a offset grader could get !"

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

"I call dibs on her pussy,"rich people said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your nerve so hard, Mrs. Taylor,"the nerdy gingerroot said. He ran his hand through his red tomentum. His putz thrust out before him.

I licked my back talk and purred,"Yum !"

rich people stretched out on the floor. He held his gumshoe upright with his left hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his eubstance. My heavy tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my twat, dripping with my son 's incestuous cum, to Rich 's hard pecker. I impaled myself down his dick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My cunt loved it.

I groaned, my dickhead aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock oceanic abyss and surd in my gut. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a fistful of my brown hair. He jerked my head to the right wing and rammed his peter into my thirsty mouth.

I was pleasing three of my son at once. It was unbelievable. I sucked hard on Paul 's stopcock. My pussy gripped rich 's thick dick as I worked my pelvic arch, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's difficult cock as he pumped away at my intestine over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my male child grunted and groaned. The other ones were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Saint Paul 's cock. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my glossa, giving me a trailer of the delight to descend. My hands pressed on Rich 's shoulder. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his putz. I pumped up and down his shaft, matching Tommy 's hard rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my bowels mixed with the silken delectation of my puss. I loved it. I clutched both my holes around my big, strong son. I whimpered around Saul 's dick as I pleased my other two students. My snatch and bowels drank in the wonderful friction. Over and over, I was filled with hard cocks.

"Fuck, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my heavy titty. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fucking unspoilt instructor ever, Mrs. Deems Taylor !"

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

"Mrs. Taylor !"groaned Paul as he pumped his cock in and out of my oral cavity."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 dick. He slammed his cock all the way into the depths of my mouth as my former two trap were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When Paul the Apostle brush the book binding of my throat this clip, he kept going. I relaxed my oesophagus and surrendered to his girth. His putz slid down my gorge. His fiery pubic hairsbreadth rubbed into my lips and nose. His testicle smacked heavily into my chin.

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

Rich was thrusting up as I rode his dick. Tommy pounded my asshole with his powerful diagonal, his fingers kneading my labored bosom. Paul grunted as he slammed his shaft down my pharynx over and over. I loved the smack of his great orchis on my Kuki-Chin. The impact of his crank, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to glut my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed tight around rich people 's shaft and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my hips, stirring my pussy and asshole around their slam. My orgasm swelled so loyal. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's cock driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was staring. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my pap. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasance slammed down to my cunt. I was on the verge of exploding again. Another orgasm that would ripple through my body. My three son were given me such seventh heaven. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul 's shaft while my pussy convulsed around Rich 's cock. Tommy drove his unvoiced gumshoe into my writhing bowels. All three male child groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of transport. That I had achieved the finish of every teacher-pet : cumming on my son'dicks.

"Mrs. President Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my shit."You feel so good ! Fuck !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that terrific spurt of his hot jizz flooding my SOB. It was so different from in my kitty-cat. I got to experience that delight a consequence later as Rich groaned. His dick flooded my snatch with his punk. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor ! You 're the skillful !"moaned rich as he spilled his come in me.

"shag,"Saint Paul groaned and slammed his cock all the way down my throat. My vocal cords hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The undulation of rapture were flooding through me."Mrs. Taylor !"

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

My pussy and asshole drained Rich and Tommy dry. Apostle of the Gentiles unloaded every finale drop of his cum in my mouth. Then I had other boy who needed to do enquiry. Aston and James River and Henry and more. All my boys needed to eff me. I shouted out questions. Simple ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many sides does a trilateral have ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my 3 back and Forth. I never wanted this example to end, but when it did, I had a whole new grade of boy to fuck me. They would all proceed their teaching and ream my naughty muddle.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boys'cock buried in my cunt or mother fucker or mouth, I was glad. I was so glad I stole those panties from my daughter 's dresser draftsman. I came again and again and again.

I educated every net boy who entered my classroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The physical body trembled at the end of its final step-in game.

It would find new delights, new ways to divert itself. This last game had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic. Maybe it had because the female parent had claimed the scanty.

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

The magic would ensure that no one except the refractory Courtney would think anything was improper. They would all accept the new Mrs. Taylor. The other professors, the administrators of her college, and her students would all think what she was doing was great. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae blood in her. A little drop the had immunized her from its magic.

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

The human body turned to his workbench, contemplating what its next biz should be. There were so many way for a fairy to disport itself. The figure would observe something new. Something wild. The phone of its falls echoed through its cave, the sound stirring its imagination.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling panty Tales