Megan's Mom

I waited till my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her bag. I pretended to focus on my homework, I bent over my books and read the assignment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook. They were finally set to go. My mom was telling me to be careful and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to watch some tv once I was done with my homework. Of path that was a lie. The mo I heard the car start and drive away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my Christian Bible close and went snooping into my papa office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical caller. I had heard him sing about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and sell this new drug, it was a even sedative like alprazolam or Prozac or something, but as a position event the affected role would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my sire had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to trade that crap.

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

I opened the underdrawers of my father's desk and found an raiment of medicinal drug. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spraying, a powder, a beverage, a clump of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my sac.

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

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

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

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a fresh flowery essence. ‘ O please dearest, call me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's wrong ?'

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

‘ I'll realize it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the body of water I looked through the medicinal drug in my pocket. I skimmed over the data leaflets and side core, until I found the one I was looking for, although the atomiser could also be interesting to try out with later this eventide.

I crushed the little pill under a spoonful and merge it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front of her.

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

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

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

I made up a fib about boy, an advise question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and cycle, the pap prodding through the Stanford White fabric. As we talked I saw her lid drooping a fiddling bit, her speech got a fiddling bit slurred and she couldn't seem to concenter.

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

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

‘ I'll get it.'I said. ‘ You stay here.'I ran to the kitchen filled a glass with water and a got another tab out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the little birth control pill. This'll help.'

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

Still with that same blank face on her face she picked the little white pill from my hand and put it in her sass. ‘ I'm sorry, jenny,'she said. ‘ I just sense so Weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up next to her and stroke her hairsbreadth. ‘ That doesn't thing miss Abberdeen.'

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

‘ Well you gave me a lot of advise on son, but actually I wanted to teach more about girls and women.'I let my hand wander over her brass, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big knocker. It was slightly heavy, I squished my finger's breadth in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a issue of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you more, you want to take to my sense of touch, submit to my wishes.'My heart was pounding in my pharynx. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her grimace, but nothing happened.

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

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hired man under the silk, into her bra. Her hide was so cushy, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my bridge player further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a soft moan every once in a while.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

‘ Call me schoolmarm,'I said, ‘ I'm your mistress and your my slave.'

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A burst of foreplay flooded my body. It would bring. It was working already. Her intellect was indeed as malleable as a piece of stiff. Nervous tingles. I bent over and pressed my brim against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my clapper into her oral cavity. In between my legs my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

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

‘ No, mistress,'she said.

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So assure me, where do you go on your roach ?'

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

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her articulatio humeri, she unzipped the pencil skirt and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice sonsie rosehip and a easygoing tummy. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to make out closer and I slid my hand in between her stage. I felt a damp muggy office in her panties.

‘ You're such a hornlike piddling slave,'I said. I felt her thighs clenching my digit, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, schoolmarm,'she said.

I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'TV's on the cyberspace. I had recitation on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the rope around her torso, I remembered every bingle step. I tied up her knocker, so they were nice and bout and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a slub over her clit that would push into her everytime she moved and then I ordered her to lay down on the bed and I secured her firmly until she was completely helpless and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only squirm and twist.

I looked down on her, her naked consistence, her soft skin. She was getting hornier and hornier, she seemed to rub her kitty over the circle on purpose. I caressed her and wondered if I could puddle her cum.

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

Her centre were fill up, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her organic structure started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her soundbox in awe. I rubbed my digit over my kitty-cat. I just couldn't control myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My pussy rubbing against hers, against the Calidris canutus that was there. I was rocking back and Forth River getting ruttish and steamy.

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

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

She obeyed and a warm wet agile glossa skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner second joint, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with foreplay. My hands squeezing into the principal board. I could hardly verify myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every meter the tip of her natural language bumped into my short clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing delight bursting through my body. I was in heaven, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too submerge with pleasance and rousing. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly breathing, while the last seat of my coming subsided.

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

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfective tense. Wow.'

‘ You are perfect'she said.

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

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the little spray bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the instructions. I stretched my arm out in nominal head of me, and sprayed a small huff into her face. A sugariness mist came out that landed over her nose and mouth.

Her eyes started rolling in her nous. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her soundbox was going hobble already. I gave her another trade good whiff. Now her eyes closed completely and her head slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all evidence that I had been there. Slowly I closed the doorway behind me and went abode. Tomorrow at cheer praxis I would ask her to bring me some urine, that would be a round-eyed assignment to start with, to see if it would cause her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other things I could constitute her do in the hereafter, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her Thomas More of those pills until she was addicted to me .