Mind-Control Panties

Story Fifteen : Becoming a submissive Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

note of hand : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The build trembled as it stroked the finale span of mind-controlled scanty it had made. The fun of this secret plan was exquisite. It savored shaping offspring girls'minds into its hussy. Turning dependable female child into cyprian, bad missy into Virgo, and a whole emcee of other naughty designs. But too a good deal of a secure thing was bad.

It needed to travel on to new amusements.

The chassis slipped unnoticed through the department computer storage. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its waterfall 's illusion that this was the complete place to find her. To rule the lady friend who would tire out the especial panty. 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 pair of scanty for a young girl to wear.

A Cy Young girl taught by a hunky professor.

The shape reached where the department memory board sold its lingerie. It passed through a video display of cute, though not terribly risque, scanty designed to attract the attention of Young women who were shopping with their mothers. One such female child was about to get in. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

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

The public figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humanity. It was mundane. Just another being shopping there. The mortal'tending were on former things. On material consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The bod trembled in delight as its terminal mind-controlling scanty'game began.

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

Courtney Zachary Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born instant behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs Brenda Zachary Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers forgetful while the daughter 's fell in a farseeing and lush wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar jugal bone. Courtney had blue devil eyes from her Fatherhood, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

"I hear you 're becoming Mr. Rainier 's preferred,"Mrs. Zachary Taylor said to her daughter."A instructor 's pet."

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breathing time caught as she stared at that especial pair. The words and white-hot varsity letter beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

"I get having a jam on an Old man,"said Mrs. Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be thrifty. You 're only XIX. You 'll get your heart broken."

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

"He 's a respectable man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll take vantage of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,"Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both prof 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 teacher 's pet."

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

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the bank clerk failed to ring up one pair of the panty that the two cleaning lady bought. A ace item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Zachary Taylor did n't even think back the step-in by the time they got home.

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

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's room, laundry basketball hoop under my arm. I know she was XIX, but I had been doing her wash for so long it was second nature to me. I set the basket atop her chest, careful not to interrupt her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

As I grabbed her step-in 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 bought these. I picked them up, a strange tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my tit hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The pure thing to wear.

Teacher 's Pet.

Those tidings echoed in my mind. I did n't fuck why, but I found myself slipping the step-in into my sweat pants'pocket. I shook my headway, confused why I would steal my girl 's panties. I continued putting the rest of her apparel away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never moisten them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to wear off them, so it must be all right wing for me to take them. I could wear them. It would be funny remark. A instructor wearing pantie intended for a teacher 's pet.

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

The idea set my mind alight with eagre anticipation for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny scabies inside of me, but I did n't let him have a go at it about my needs. I did n't watch 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 scratch it.

I struggled to log Z's, my mind filled with unusual ikon. Collars. pupil. It was all such a fuzz. A melange of sexual impetus that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the step-in I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be twenty-two geezerhood older than her, but I still had a great figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so unlike than my usual, drilling pantie.

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

I glanced at what I 'd consist out to endure for the day. My blouse was just too buttoned-down. I wanted something more fun. Something a little dispirited cut. I wanted to really evince off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy agglomerate.

I threw unfold my cupboard and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in class. It was blue and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how lots form it showed off.

It was far to a greater extent than I usually revealed.

But it was precious. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the sleeve. I loved the look of the silk against my anatomy. I worked the buttons, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my chest, just covering my bra while leaving the residuum of my large expanse of delicious segmentation exposed.

"I bet this will stay fresh the boy focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the rachis of my bedchamber door.

I slid my custody up the silk cloth of the blouse to cup my bosom. I squeezed them. The pantie tingled around my kitty-cat. 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 tending. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, boys were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to make it as engaging for them as potential.



My digit dug into my titmouse, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

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

My curves would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a yoke of five-inch heels, not my usual flat tire. I knew they would help to give definition to my tooshie and shape to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the step, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning chore. As I reached the bottom of the stair, 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 babe, his brown fuzz cut short. A big grin bedspread across his sassing as his regard rippled up and down my body.

"Well, mom, wow."

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

"Holy crap, mom !"gasped my girl, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes wide as she held a large jug of Milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her read/write head."You 're wearing that to schoolhouse today ?"

"What 's so wrong with this outfit ?"I asked."Your brother likes it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her side tightened."Department of Energy Dad eff you 're wearing that ?"

"Why would your dad care ?"I asked."I 'm just wearing this to pretend sure I get the most out of my male child. I mean, look at Kenneth. He 's certainly paying attention to me."

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

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my husband was on a higher floor taking his long cascade. He would just own a cup of java 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 serve but lean over and dedicate him an inspiring showing. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my Gemini in my moment class. I was teaching European story. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to play with the large release of my blouse and throw my boy a treat. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to focus all my attending on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two small fry. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the paseo out of the theater, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a near boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front end tush very much 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 certainly another decade they would be best friend. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till XIX and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my panties tingling, making my purulent itch. The wet excitement soaked between my thighs. Class today would be fantastic. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just roll in the hay me. I would educate them. I 'd make water my male child so bright and wise. I quivered, my second joint rubbing together as I drove, my large breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the stallion ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boy were staring at me. Even the 1 I did n't instruct. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my articulatio coxae swaying. I felt my wench rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thigh. I loved the bouncing to my titmouse. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

I wanted to prance. I felt like a prize show dog on display, a bitch in her prime proving just how astonish she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"good morning, Mrs Elizabeth Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their center all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a ordure in battlefront of my first class, legs crossed, all the boys crowding up the strawman rows. The girl all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrongfulness. It was n't my error that all the son were more interest in learning instead of drooling over their adulteress'tight, young bodies. The male child were finally free of the misdirection of all those scarcely legal tarts.



My boys'hormones were focused on education now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that showtime class, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the cloth. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect idea while my first family filed out and I had to wait for the students of my second.

Kenneth was the first to get in. My son sat straw man and center before me, a big grin on his face."damn, mom, I am so prepare to learn about account from you today."

"Oh, that 's so mellisonant, Kenneth,"I said, smiling at him.

Courtney, who was slinking into the back of the way, gagged. I did not make love what was up with that girl today.

The other boys all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a magniloquent guy with blond pilus and a big nose sat to the right field of my son while Lance, a buff and tall Black guy took the seat to his left field. For once, he looked eager to take as he stared at me perched on the stool, his Caucasian dentition flashing between his thickheaded lip. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red pilus and freckles across his face. Today, he did n't look bore because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front man row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James II and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me.

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

When the last student walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her header at the sight of me, I said,"goodness dawn, boys. Are you all eager to ascertain today ?"

The male child all nodded. Their heading went up and down with such eager hunger. I would stool this lesson so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to memorise it all. They had to be inspired.

"I thought we 'd make a secret plan of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a large public square just begging to be popped through its eyelet."For every interrogative someone gets right, a clit will come up undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four push on my blouse. Each question you get rightfield, I 'll unmake one. Four questions, and then I can take my blouse off, Next, I can—"

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

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

"Thatch your class ?"she gasped, this look of seismic disturbance on her face."Mom, you 're talking about doing a stripper for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to larn,"I said."Now you girls want to shut up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing all right. The male child are the ones who need help learning."

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

"Mrs. Deems Taylor, you 're such an awesome teacher,"groaned lancet. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.

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

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

"Yes !"Paul groaned. The nerdy guy was worry in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

"OK, what was the date that nap Bonaparte was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the first second power push through its grommet, I purred,"That 's correct, Kenneth. Such a burnished boy."

James licked his lip as he stared at my blouse opening move, my large bosom still constrained. He could see the black bra now, one-half exposed.

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

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

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned, my tit pressing hard against my bra. I popped the back button through its cringle. My blouse was halfway washed-up, my breast pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the well-heeled ones are over, let 's dig into some tangible account,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italy ?"

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

I clapped my hands together in delight."well done."My fingers popped the 3rd release through its grommet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth tegument of my stomach."That was terrific, rich people. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his cause against Oesterreich ?"

It was James IV 's turn to dart up his bridge player. As he waved it frantically above his nous, he said,"He was twenty-six, powerful ?"

"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 exam button."He was twenty-six."

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

I popped the hold out push button through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell spread out. It exposed my shine belly and my large breasts constrained in my black bra. All the young lady were shaking their heads in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my puzzle way of inspiring my son. The striptease was perfect. My male child were all so interested. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

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

I loved these racy pantie I wore. They were so inspiring. chill rippled around my pussy. The hotness built and built in my snatch as my male students salivated over me. Young men were such horny matter. I was so glad I was channeling their lustfulness in an appropriate focus. They would hear so lots as they stared at my ample flesh.

I could n't wait to fuck off when I got home.

"Now, why did Bonaparte intrude on the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to stretch forth the Continental scheme that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade path 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, young man. I 'm so proud of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a professor,"lancet 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 piano and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of hungry dogs all wanting to mount the like bitch. I shuddered, my neck intuitive feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the dubiousness I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

I had to sharpen. I was here to teach my boys.

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

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

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

I brought my hands to the strawman, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my articulatio humeri, showing the boys that goose egg was holding my bra on my breasts except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the side by side one right hand, and you 're going to see every, last-place bit of my big breast. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and eager, does n't it ?"

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

"You 're the estimable fucking teacher 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 tit and not hers. She only had a pair of round breast. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any care to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my pussy molten heat."final examination doubtfulness. Where was nap exiled ?"

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

"angel capital of Montana !"shouted Saul as rich cried out,"The island of Saint Helena !"

"nonpareil Helena !"salvo from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my breast to my aegir male child. They all groaned. I could palpate their eyes staring at my big, lush titty. My dusky tit were so hard. I arched my back, thrusting my bosom out before me. I wanted to make surely they got a ripe flavour at them. They swayed with a enceinte jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a thoroughly job,"I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my boobies bounce."For your advantage, I 'll do my lecture topless. I 'm trusted you 're all going to focus. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into More of the details of napoleon 's life-time. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

"And you girls, I do n't desire to get wind a pipe out of you. You can just brood in the book binding. I do n't wish. I 'm here to teach my boys."

God, my slit was on fire.

I gave my talking to, striding back and forth between my boys. Their eyes followed my heaving tit. I shuddered, my blue scanty soaking up my juice. 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 footprint, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my boob to jiggle.

I had this unknown itching around my neck. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to sympathise what I was missing. But I maintained my focussing. I taught my boys 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 brow. They were all grinning as they left my course, all talking about how they were so eagre for tomorrow 's lesson.

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

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

Of course, I could n't do anything about it. I had division to teach. I kept up my peeler lessons, the female child all glaring at me in the back. They were just jealous because I had handsome boobs than all of them, and that all the boy wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a unmarried guy get a motion awry. They got them all correct, letting me dismantle off my blouse and bra and then lecturing topless for the relief of the minute. It was such a boot. Every female teacher needed to do this.

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

The moment college was done, I headed to the store. Of grade, in my eagerness, I forgot to hold my tike home, but they were nineteen. They could witness their own way. I bought my supplying. My new turnout. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't wear the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so bore for tomorrow 's social class.

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

I tapped his olfactory organ and whirr,"You 'll just consume to hold off and see tomorrow, okay ?"

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

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the os frontale."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 beneficial at all of them."

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

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to make her stop home from classes. I did n't need her negativity in my class tomorrow. I was all about the prescribed. Helping my boys to dominate their example. They had to dominate their knowledge. I could n't wait to help them. I was so wet and horny.

While my married man 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 students. I picture them one by one fondling my breasts and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussy. I imagine their Thomas Young cock sliding into me. They fucked me severe in my imagination. They pounded me. Lance and his big, black pecker. Apostle 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 take in sure as shooting that he dominated his deterrent example and took charge 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 haze of naughty thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next daybreak to get set up. I could get a line my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his job. He did n't take in to drink all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my exhibitioner and got ready. I made sure my leg were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my pubic hair, making sure my pubic hair's-breadth were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl fornicatress. I was a mature woman. A aphrodisiacal teacher.

I was just so excited as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four clit. It was barely held shut, my gravid breasts struggling to escape. I wore a bra, but only for that outset social class. They missed out on my ecdysiast the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one last time before I implemented my new curriculum during my second class.

After all, my son deserved to receive it first. He was such a bright student.

When we left for college, my girl defiantly sat in the figurehead rear end. She glared at me and complained about how curt my skirt was. It was unforesightful. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my cunt.

Of course, I was n't wearing any scanty beneath. Not even that special yoke. They would just get in the way. My teacher 's Pet pantie were astound, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson design firmly set in my mind.

"So you 're not even repentant that you 've become a whore,"Courtney continued.

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not get a line your comrade working on his homework all dark ? He was feverous. I know that you just spent all your time bothering your male parent instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some grounds. wellspring, I was inspired by the panty 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 have become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

Well, they were my pantie now.

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

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

I entered my classroom. I taught my showtime class. It was n't the on-key Rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the aroused boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could believe about was the extra item in my purse. The matter that I needed. The thing that would fill in me.

The especial delectation that would give a lesson to my son they would never forget.

Finally, my s class had arrived. I was ready to follow through my new learning strategy. The boy were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the first to show up. The buff and grandiloquent African-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big pecker.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, Whitney Young man. God, he was so better-looking. He had a big smiling as he took his seat. Rich followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and Saint James the Apostle and Tommy and Paul all took their seats. They were all set to acquire. All staring at me with such mania on their faces. I could see they were ready to serve questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You advantageously believe I did, Mrs. Taylor,"lancet groaned."First time I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a outstanding job as your teacher,"I said, my finger's breadth undoing the buttons of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last course topless. I did n't bother with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

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

"Courtney, beloved, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the version grant that 's on the add-in. That 's for all you girls. Just stay put out of the male child'hairsbreadth. I need to educate them. I need to instruct them to be dominating, hard Young men who seize their education.

"Dad is totally going to split up you,"muttered Courtney.

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most important matter in the creation a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my scholar. I stripped naked with pride, letting my son see my orotund, lush breasts and the trimmed, brown Dubya adorning my pussy, I knew the trueness. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female teacher could truly civilise 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 sight of my flesh. The odor of my lemonlike kitty reached my nose, filling my every aspiration with delight. My girl stared at me in electrical shock as I placed a thick, black taking into custody around my neck opening. I cinched it tight, loving the feel of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to impound their academic futures with both hands and show up their teacher who was the professional here.

I clipped the III to my catch. Then I knelt before my boys. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the Black person, leather threesome, wagging it back and forth."If you get the interrogation right, you get to hold the three. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"Holy fucking shit,"groaned rich, his big nose quivering.

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

"It 's Mrs. Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did nap invade USSR. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a moment before the other male child yelled out the answer.

I was so sword lily it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the leash towards him and said,"I 'm yours. I 'm yours until you cum. Then the next boy gets to reply a question."

"holy shit,"he said, grabbing my tether in a trembling hand. He stood up, his pecker tenting the presence of his denim."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my backtalk or my slit or my asshole."

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's match baby bolted to her feet."You ca n't bang our mom."

"She 's Mrs Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his denim, keeping my leash gripped in his correct hand as he worked his fly open. His zip rasped."I 'm just taking my wages 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 deliver been a pet to her favorite teacher, but she did n't hold out the step-in in clock time. I found them. I got to bask them. I got to experience the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't serve one man.

I would do all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his denim down. Then his boxershorts. His peter popped out. He was handsome than his dada. My snatch clenched as I stared at that stopcock. That peter came from my body, and now it was about to yield to my flesh.

An incestuous rush shot through me as he gripped my three and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his dick into the jam that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my slit. They soaked through my bush and dribbled down my thighs. That tangy 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 shaft into me and make me scream my psyche off in delight.

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

Slowly.

My son took his prison term enjoying his academic advantage. He pulled tight on the triplet, the collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his hammer sink deeper and deeper into my snatch. He reached towards my uterus. The taking into custody jangled, metal clicking on metallic element. I whimpered, squeezing my zany 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 in 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 turncock with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky grip of my twat. He moaned and thrust back into me with force.

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

His glob smacked into my clit. pleasance sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all watching, tidal bore for their turn to roll in the hay me. It was incredible. This was an amazing treat. I was so gladiola he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my twat around his tool. I clutched hard, the pleasure building and edifice with every thrust.

"Holy shucks, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy feeling 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 instructor. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your teacher is a strumpet. She 's a dirty cyprian that needs your dick fucking her. Ooh, ram that big cock into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mummy, is so thrilled you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm grip of the leash, tugging on my collar. That kept my head up, my eyes staring at the other bookman watching. The boys were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

gig did have a big pecker, ebony and long. So did Rich. Saint Paul 's was prissy and James IV had a the right way one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't wait to learn them all. To give them an Department of Education they would never forget.

It was my responsibility as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Taylor !"My son moaned, his left manus sliding up my body. He still gripped the 3 in his right hand. He pulled tight, letting me feel that arrest about my neck."Damn, your pussycat is amazing. I 'll cum so surd in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get naked and serve educate these pecker !"I moaned.

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

His cock slammed so cryptic and severe in me. He churned me up. His musket ball smacked over and over against my button. flicker burst. The pleasance rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his dick penetrating my cunt. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was howling. Incredible. I groaned, my pelvic arch wiggling from incline to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my pussy with every thrust of my son 's tool. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My jackass grew so hot. So juicy. Trickles of emollient dribbled through my Dubyuh and ran down my thighs. My laboured chest swayed.

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy flesh. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His musket ball smacked into my clit. Little explosion of joy showered through my twat. I was about to explode.

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

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

His hand squeezed my left titty. He jerked on the triplet. For a consequence, my airway collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wonderful. He was showing his supremacy of me.

"Do it !"he howled when he relaxed his travelling bag."Cum on my gumshoe, Mrs Zachary Taylor !"

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My kitty-cat writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing pussy. Incestuous waves of bliss washed out of me. They spilled over my intellect, giving me the expiation I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other son around me all stroked their dicks. Lance bicker on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony dick. It gleamed.

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

Erupted.

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

Waves of raptus washed out of me with every hot blast of his jizz spilling into my pussy. I groaned as my bitch milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop of incestuous seed out of my son 's cock. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was unbelievable to teach him. To show up him how a slavish teacher-pet should act.

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

"Fuck, Mom,"he groaned."Damn !"

He spurted the last drop 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 wonderful eyeshade as I stared out at the other son watching. I had to give them another question. It was so hard to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

"How long did the Peninsular War last ?"I managed to spit out.

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

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

The strong, youth Shirley Temple guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to feel his pecker in me. I quivered there, both my sound titty swaying. My shoe collar jangled. I heard him groan. The boy watched with envy while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was sure they would all get a motion correctly before the hour was over.

I gasped as lance parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spitting landed on my asshole. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my naughty sphincter. He was going to use my bowels. He would fuck that vast dick into my anal sheath.

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

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

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eager to hold his huge, Negro dick in my bowel. My entire trunk quivered. I stared down at my left-hand hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't necessitate that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boy. My husband already had his education.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"Fuck my son of a bitch so hard, gig ! Be a commodity boy and use your teacher-pet !"

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

fizgig thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his cock stretched and stretched my anal closed chain. My sphincter did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first clip doing anal, but I knew my soundbox could manage it. I would have it away it. But all my holes were useable for my aphrodisiacal male child to use. Lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"holy fucking horseshit !"I howled as his midst putz speared deep and deeper into my bowels. He stretched my poor asshole to its limits. My anal retentive 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 dog pound my jazz asshole until I explode !"

"You fucking know it, Mrs 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 splash against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big pecker. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my bowel. My chest swayed from the impact. My full soundbox rock'n'roll. I gripped his cock with my whoreson, savoring the velvety friction.

Pleasure melted down to my cum-filled puss. More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my twat as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every plunge of his prick into my bowels. I loved that my hung student was fucking my asshole.

spear clap each fourth dimension his putz emerge. Seven meter. Eight times. Until finally, he was pumping with ease. He was working that hawkshaw 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 sheath as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my three as he fucked me. The other boys cheered him on.

"Sodomize the slut 's arse !"James IV shouted.

"fucking that MILF 's stiff ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't hold off to have intercourse her,"groaned Rich as he stroked his big putz."Damn, Mrs Taylor, you are fucking fine !"

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. Lance fucked his pecker in and out of me. He slammed into my depth and then pulled back. Over and over, his shaft stimulated me. His testicle smacked into my taint. They were expectant with his cum. I could n't hold back for him to recrudesce in me. I just knew he would disgorge so often jizz in me.

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

His big dick drove me violent. I was going to cum so hard. My twat clenched, forcing out more and more than of my son 's jizz. Hot rill of his heart ran down my thighs. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my script balled into fists. I was so close. Just a few more than cam stroke, 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 shaft."Keep fucking your teacher ! hold showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slut !"

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

His hammer drilling into my asshole combined with those words to make me feel so sinful. I came.

His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The pleasure erupted in the depth of my twat. The molten alluvion of warmth surged through my body. My big bosom heaved as I threw back my capitulum and stared out at my boys.

Little spark of light danced around them. Fireworks celebrating the intensity of my climax surging through me. My asshole spasmed and writhed around Lance 's big putz. 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 brain burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"piece of tail !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking woman of the street !"

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

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His cock buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowel. I reveled in his large pecker filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to burst in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't erupt. 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 whoreson. I felt empty.

Then the firm, Black student yanked hard on my leash. I gasped as he spun me around, my great breast swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony monster. I could reek the glowering musk of my mother fucker upon him.

I understood. I opened my sass and swallowed his dirty cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his gumshoe. The rancid savour made me experience so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A small one. But it was wild and delightful 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.

"shtup Mrs. Taylor !"he growled."suck it down my cock as you clean my big hawkshaw !"

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

His jizz was flavored with my dark asshole. I reveled in the dirty savor mixing with his salty passionateness. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this here and now. I drank down every drib of my Black scholarly person 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a respectable teacher-pet.

I hoped the missy were watching and witnessing how they needed to educate their boy. I hoped my daughter would infer. 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.

lance dropped my tierce as he ripped his tool out of my mouth."Better ask your next question, Mrs. Taylor."

question ?

Right. I needed to ask my boys something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my scholarly person to fuck me. All my cognition of Napoleon era seemed to suffer evaporated beneath the mellow pleasure still simmering over my mind. I groaned, feeling my boys staring at me with heavy 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 daughter."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 pussy,"rich said and snagged up my ternary first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your look so hard, Mrs. Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his bridge player through his red hair. His stopcock thrust out before him.

I licked my backtalk and purred,"Yum !"

rich stretched out on the story. He held his dick upright piano with his pull up stakes hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his body. My fleshy tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous seed, to Rich 's severely cock. I impaled myself down his cock. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My kitty loved it.

I groaned, my asshole aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his turncock deep and firmly in my intestine. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Saul was grabbing a fistful of my brown hair. He jerked my nous to the right and rammed his pecker into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Paul 's cock. My slit gripped Rich 's thickset dick as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's hard putz as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The other ones were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Paul 's shaft. I nursed with hungriness. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the delights to total. My hands pressed on Rich 's shoulders. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his pecker. I pumped up and down his irradiation, matching Tommy 's hard beat as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my bowels mixed with the silky delight of my pussy. I loved it. I clutched both my yap around my big, firm male child. I whimpered around Saint Paul 's dick as I pleased my former two bookman. My cunt and bowel drank in the wonderful clash. Over and over, I was filled with severe cocks.

"shtup, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my sound tits. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the shag best teacher ever, Mrs. Deems Taylor !"

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

"Mrs. Taylor !"groaned Paul the Apostle as he pumped his dick in and out of my rima oris."You 're going to deep-throat my dick, are n't you ?"

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could cover it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his dick. He slammed his cock all the way into the astuteness of my mouth as my former two jam were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When Alice Paul brush the vertebral column of my throat this metre, he kept going. I relaxed my oesophagus and surrendered to his girth. His dick slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic fuzz 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 putz. Tommy pounded my bastard with his mightily strokes, his fingerbreadth kneading my big breast. Paul grunted as he slammed his stopcock down my pharynx over and over. I loved the smack of his heavy clod on my mentum. The encroachment of his freak, brimming with his cum, against me had my lecherousness surging hot through me. I wanted him to flood my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed tight around Rich 's cock and Tommy 's gumshoe. I swiveled my rosehip, stirring my pussy and asshole around their gibe. My orgasm swelled so debauched. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's pecker driving down my pharynx again and again.

They used me.

It was perfect. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my mamilla. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasure slammed down to my puss. I was on the threshold of exploding again. Another climax that would ripple through my body. My three boys were given me such seventh heaven. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Saul 's prick while my twat convulsed around Rich 's tool. Tommy drove his knockout tool into my writhing bowel. All three boy groaned. They knew I had reached the superlative of ecstasy. That I had achieved the finish of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boys'dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my dickhead."You feel so thoroughly ! Fuck !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that wonderful squirt of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so different from in my pussy. I got to live that delight a moment later as Rich groaned. His cock flooded my cunt with his mettle. Both my mess writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Zachary Taylor ! You 're the proficient !"moaned rich as he spilled his seed in me.

"Fuck,"Paul groaned and slammed his prick all the way down my throat. My vocal corduroys hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The Wave of rapture were flooding through me."Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"

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

My puss and asshole drained rich and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every cobbler's last drop of his cum in my backtalk. Then I had early son who needed to answer interrogation. Aston and St. James the Apostle and Henry and More. All my male child needed to fuck me. I shouted out questions. Simple ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many side of meat does a Triangle have ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and Forth. I never wanted this example to end, but when it did, I had a whole new form of boys to fuck me. They would all continue their education and ream my spicy hole.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boys'cocks buried in my bitch or arse or backtalk, I was well-chosen. I was so glad I stole those panty 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 physique trembled at the end of its final panties game.

It would encounter new delight, new ways to disport itself. This last plot had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the conjuring trick. Maybe it had because the female parent had claimed the panty.

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

The trick would ensure that no one except the unregenerate Courtney would think anything was wrong. They would all accept the new Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor. The other professor, the administrators of her college, and her scholarly person would all cogitate what she was doing was groovy. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae parentage in her. A piffling drop the had immunized her from its magic.

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

The figure turned to his workbench, contemplating what its next game should be. There were so many ways for a fairy to amuse itself. The number would chance something new. Something barbarian. The sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the sound stirring its imaginativeness.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling panty Tales