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 handbag. I pretended to focus on my homework, I bent over my book and read the assignment again while underlining some of the word of honor in my notebook. They were finally make 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 look on some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course that was a lie. The moment I heard the car outset and repulse away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my dada billet. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical society. I had heard him sing about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a side gist the affected role would get very ductile and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my father had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to betray that crap.

I didn't aid about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the intelligence ‘ thinker Control.'For months now I'd been fantasizing about Megan's mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader team 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 computing device, and it got my judgment running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the drawers of my founder's desk and found an array of medication. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a powder, a deglutition, a bunch of contraceptive pill. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my sack.

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

‘ William Le Baron Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a warmly and manage vocalization. ‘ Megan isn't plate right now.'

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ Well maybe you can help oneself me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need someone to talk to.'

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

We went inside the house. She invited me to sit on the lounge and offered to take in me some tea.

‘ I'll make it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medications in my scoop. I skimmed over the information leaflets and side of meat effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spray could also be interesting to experiment with later this eventide.

I crushed the little pill under a spoon and mix 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 trouble at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her rim pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her sass, knowing that it would lay down her a sedate malleable puppet, it made me horny. I felt my puss pounding and crossed my wooden leg.

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

I made up a story about boys, an advise query. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so house and round, the mammilla prodding through the white fabric. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a niggling bit, her speech got a lilliputian bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focus.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even full-grown force if I waited some more ? I kept on talking, too queasy, 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 experience so woozy all of a sudden. I can't seem to focus. 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 anovulant out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the piddling pill. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A white looking at on her face. ‘ Tricia.'I said to catch her attending. ‘ Here take this pill.'

Still with that same lacuna smell on her face she picked the little Stanford White birth control pill from my helping hand and put it in her oral fissure. ‘ I'm sorry, jenny ass,'she said. ‘ I just palpate so weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up future to her and stroke her fuzz. ‘ That doesn't matter miss Abberdeen.'

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

‘ Well you gave me a lot of advise on boy, but actually I wanted to learn more than about daughter and women.'I let my mitt wander over her boldness, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big knocker. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to reach you more, you want to render to my touch, submit to my wishes.'My heart was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingerbreadth were trembling, my snatch was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nothing happened.

Again I cupped her boob, her eyes closed in delight, her brim parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her titty into my fingerbreadth. So apparently my suggestion had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my manus under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so soft, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my hand further until I found the teat. Carefully I massaged the niggling tubercle. She was panting, her oculus closed, a flaccid moan every once in a patch.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

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

‘ Yes schoolmarm,'she said willingly.

A burst of arousal flooded my body. It would work. It was working already. Her intellect was indeed as pliant as a piece of the Great Compromiser. Nervous tingle. I bent over and crusade my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her mouthpiece. In between my leg my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

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

‘ No, schoolmarm,'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 secernate me, where do you keep your roofy ?'

She said she would steer it to me and I followed her to the sleeping accommodation. It was a nice big bed with red satin sheet, that were very flabby and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all kind of toys. I picked up a long soft 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 shoulder, she unzipped the pencil bird and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice curvy coxa and a voiced breadbasket. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to come closer and I slid my manus in between her legs. I felt a mute muggy speckle in her panties.

‘ You're such a turned on little slave,'I said. I felt her thighs clenching my fingers, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied person else. Still I wrapped the circle around her trunk, I remembered every undivided stair. I tied up her boobs, so they were nice and unit of ammunition and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a Calidris canutus over her clitoris 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 ineffective to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wrestle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her soft tegument. She was getting hornier and aroused, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on purpose. I caressed her and wondered if I could induce her cum.

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

Her middle were conclude, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her trunk started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her soundbox in awe. I rubbed my fingers over my pussycat. 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 knot that was there. I was rocking back and forth getting hornier and hornier.

I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a thousand clip, I didn't want to feel myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was compensate in her face. I sat down and held myself at the question board. Everytime she breathed out I felt a soft breeze whizzing past my pubis.

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

She obeyed and a affectionate wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my button. I was trembling with foreplay. My custody squeezing into the head gameboard. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just shaking and spasming every sentence the tip of her tongue bumped into my little clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasance bursting through my soundbox. I was in promised land, for a mo there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the rest of my spirit. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overwhelmed with pleasure and arousal. I just call back laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly breathing, while the last tail of my orgasm subsided.

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

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfect. Wow.'

‘ You are perfect'she said.

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

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will blank out everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to swear out me, want to be my slave. Knowing I'm your schoolmistress, 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 retrieve out about it, so maybe it should be our little secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the fiddling spraying bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the command. I stretched my arm out in front end of me, and sprayed a little huff into her face. A scented mist came out that landed over her horn in and mouth.

Her eyes started rolling in her head. Her educatee dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her trunk was going limp already. I gave her another good puff of air. 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 threshold behind me and went dwelling. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to bring me some urine, that would be a wide-eyed grant to start with, to see if it would ca-ca her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the early things I could make her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just mistake her to a greater extent of those pills until she was addicted to me .