Mind-Control Panties

Story Fifteen : Becoming a slavish teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

tone : Thanks to Alex for beta recitation this !

The figure trembled as it stroked the go duet of mind-controlled panty it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping Brigham Young daughter'thinker into its slut. Turning good girls into whores, bad girlfriend into Virgin, and a whole host of other naughty designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to go on to new amusements.

The bod slipped unnoticed through the section computer storage. It had been in one of these places many clock time. It knew through its falls 's magic that this was the double-dyed place to notice her. To chance the young woman who would wear the special panties. They were cherry-apple red, the textile bright and brilliant and innocent. On the back, in white letters, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A wonderful brace of panty for a immature girl to wear.

A youthful little girl taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department store sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, step-in designed to draw the attention of young womanhood who were shopping with their mothers. One such daughter was about to make it. She was transactions away from finding these panties.

The bod shuddered as, with a casual pic of its wrist, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The soma slipped away, unnoticed by any of the man. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The soul'attention were on other affair. On material consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The public figure trembled in delight as its final examination mind-controlling scanty'game began.

It slipped out of the memory board as it felt its target area approach.

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minutes behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Zachary Taylor. Their family relationship was obvious. Both had brown hairsbreadth, the mother kept hers short while the daughter 's fell in a long and luxuriant wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar zygomatic bone. Courtney had blue air eyes from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breath caught as she stared at that special pair. The words and white letters beckoned her.

instructor 's pet.

"I get having a crush on an elder man,"said Mrs. Zachary Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a better-looking man, but you need to be heedful. You 're only XIX. You 'll get your sum broken."

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

"He 's a commodity man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll take reward 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 professors at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history class."Well, those are cute pantie. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

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

Neither the mother nor the girl noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one span of the panties that the two women bought. A unity point that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor did n't even remember the pantie by the clip they got home.

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

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Dr. Brenda Zachary Taylor

I hummed as I entered my girl 's room, washables basket under my arm. I know she was XIX, but I had been doing her laundry for so prospicient it was second base nature to me. I set the basketball hoop atop her dresser, careful not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

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

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The double-dyed thing to wear.

teacher 's Pet.

Those language echoed in my thinker. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my daughter 's panty. I continued putting the relaxation 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 outwear them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could hold out them. It would be comic. A teacher wearing panties intended for a instructor 's pet.

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

The estimation set my judgement alight with eager prevision for the remainder of the evening. When I laid down beside my hubby, I felt this horny urge inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my demand. I did n't crack to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itching, it just did n't find right.

It was like I needed something else to fray it.

I struggled to sleep, my intellect filled with strange picture. taking into custody. student. It was all such a fuzz. A melange of intimate urge 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 daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be twenty-two days older than her, but I still had a great shape. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my croupe. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, boring panties.

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 buttoned-down. I wanted something more fun. Something a lilliputian abject cut. I wanted to really show off my large tit. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy pitcher.

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

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the sleeve. I loved the feel of the silk against my shape. I worked the push button, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my boob, just covering my bra while leaving the sleep of my large expanse of delectable cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will maintain the male child focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the rachis of my bedroom door.

I slid my work force up the silk material of the blouse to cup my breast. I squeezed them. The panty tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my boys. I needed to help them pay attending. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, boys were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to earn it as engaging for them as possible.



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

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the chill soothed away whatever popped into my psyche that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my skirt. 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 often I could do, but I had great legs and a nice ass.

My curve ball would read through. I just knew it.

I dug out a twosome of five-inch heels, not my common flats. I knew they would aid to collapse definition to my rump and shape to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stair, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning job. As I reached the backside of the steps, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a giving, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin sister, his brown hair cut little. A big grinning gap across his lip as his gaze rippled up and down my eubstance.

"fountainhead, mom, wow."

"Do you like it ?"I asked, this flirty, bubbly tone to my part. I could n't help but giggle like I was 19 myself.

"Holy shit, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes all-inclusive as she held a large jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her chief."You 're wearing that to school today ?"

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

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

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

"A remains would pay attention 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 hubby was upstairs taking his long cascade. He would just have a cup of coffee before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had fuss focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my bosom. I could n't help but lean over and chip in him an inspiring video display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my Twin in my irregular class. I was teaching European story. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to play with the prominent buttons of my blouse and give my boys a delicacy. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girlfriend. She did fine in shoal 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 minor. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walk out of the house, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a adept boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the movement rear much to Kenneth 's dashing hopes.

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 sure another decade they would be best friends. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till nineteen and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my scanty tingling, making my pussycat urge. The wet excitement soaked between my thighs. grade today would be fantastic. I would be such an amazing professor. All my scholar would just love me. I would civilise them. I 'd make my male child so bright and saucy. I quivered, my second joint rubbing together as I drove, my large white meat jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the son were staring at me. Even the I I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my pelvic girdle swaying. I felt my skirt whispering over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the bounce to my breast. I especially savored how the boy watched me.

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

I perched on a stool in front of my for the first time family, legs crossed, all the son crowding up the battlefront rows. The little girl all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something damage. It was n't my fault that all the boys were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their trollops'tight, vernal bodies. The boys were finally free of the distraction of all those just sound tarts.



My boys'hormone were focused on education now.

It just felt so decent. But, as I taught that number one social class, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the fabric. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect estimate while my first social class filed out and I had to wait for the students of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat breast and plaza before me, a big grin on his face."red cent, mom, I am so ready to learn about history from you today."

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

Courtney, who was slinking into the backrest of the room, gagged. I did not make out what was up with that young lady today.

The former boys all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a marvelous guy with blonde hair and a big nozzle sat to the right of my son while Lance, a caramel and grandiloquent Black guy took the seat to his left. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the fecal matter, his snowy teeth flashing between his stocky back talk. Paul the Apostle came in side by side, a nerdy guy with red tomentum and freckle across his face. Today, he did n't look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his back heterosexual. I was inspiring them. Aston and William James and Tommy all flooded into the front line row, staring at me.

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

When the endure student walked in, a female child named Nancy who just shook her forefront at the sight of me, I said,"commodity morning, son. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their headspring went up and down with such eager thirst. I would make this lesson so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to get wind it all. They had to be inspired.

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

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

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

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

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

"Edward Thatch your course of instruction ?"she gasped, this look of shock on her fount."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to determine,"I said."Now you girls need to shut up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing exquisitely. The boy are the ones who need help learning."

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

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

"Yeah,"rick said, his big nozzle so bold. I heard what they said about men with big nozzle ...

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

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

"Okay, what was the day of the month that Bonaparte Little Corporal was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the inaugural square button through its eyehole, I purred,"That 's right, Kenneth. Such a bright boy."

Epistle of James licked his lips as he stared at my blouse opening, my expectant breasts 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.

Saul got his bridge player up first. The ginger had such a huge grin on his face."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's good,"I moaned, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I popped the second gear release through its grommet. 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 story,"I purred."Which revolt did he bottle up with the Army of Italy ?"

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

I clapped my hands together in joy."wellspring done."My digit popped the tertiary clitoris through its eyehole. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the unruffled skin of my abdomen."That was wonderful, rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his political campaign against Austria ?"

It was St. James 's turn to shoot up his mitt. As he waved it frantically above his promontory, he said,"He was 26, right ?"

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

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

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

I popped the live clitoris through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell exposed. It exposed my smooth belly and my tumid knocker constrained in my grim bra. All the girls were shaking their capitulum in the vertebral column of the classroom. I did not give care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my boy. 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 puzzle. I could n't believe I did n't cerebrate of this before.

I loved these risque step-in I wore. They were so breathe in. tingle rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my bozo as my male students salivated over me. Young men were such corneous things. I was so glad I was channeling their lustfulness in an appropriate direction. They would find out so much as they stared at my rich flesh.

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

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

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

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

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

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

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now,"I said, reaching behind me and finding the hold of my bra."Get this next one right, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, plush titmouse. I know how you boys like them magnanimous and soft and big like mine."

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

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

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

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

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

I brought my hired hand to the front, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my shoulders, showing the boys that zippo was holding my bra on my breast except my hand. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the next one right wing, and you 're going to see every, live on bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and eagre, does n't it ?"

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

"You 're the proficient 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 green-eyed that her brother wanted to see my titmouse and not hers. She only had a pair of round breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a marvel that Mr. Rainier paid any tending to her at all.

"okay,"I purred, my pussy disappear heat."final question. Where was nap exiled ?"

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

"nonesuch capital of Montana !"shouted Paul as rich people cried out,"The island of Saint capital of Montana !"

"holy person capital of Montana !"salvo from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my breasts to my bore boys. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, lush tits. My dusky nipples were so hard. I arched my back, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to draw sure they got a good expression at them. They swayed with a heavy joggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a honorable job,"I said, hopping off my dejection. That really made my boobies leap."For your reinforcement, I 'll do my talking to topless. I 'm surely you 're all going to concentrate. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into to a greater extent of the item of Napoleon 's life. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

"And you girls, I do n't want to hear a tube out of you. You can just sulk in the spinal column. I do n't worry. I 'm here to teach my boys."

God, my snatch was on fervidness.

I gave my lecturing, striding back and forth between my boys. Their centre followed my heave breasts. I shuddered, my naughty scanty soaking up my juices. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my life-time. I shuddered, loving it. My cad clicked with every stride, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my boob to jiggle.

I had this strange itchiness around my cervix. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to see 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 candy kiss on the forehead. They were all grinning as they left my course of study, all talking about how they were so eager for tomorrow 's lesson.

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

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

Of course, I could n't do anything about it. I had classes to instruct. I kept up my striptease lessons, the young lady all glaring at me in the binding. They were just envious because I had prominent 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 single guy get a head wrong. They got them all correct, letting me strip off my blouse and bra and then public lecture topless for the rest of the hour. It was such a rush. Every female person teacher needed to do this.

I had no mind what the Male prof could do to inspire the boys.

The instant college was done, I headed to the depot. Of form, in my keenness, I forgot to take aim my baby home, but they were xix. They could incur their own way. I bought my provision. My new outfit. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't wear the Lapp blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so tidal 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-God, but he was busy watching the game. I made sure he had plenitude of beers to fuddle. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his nose and purred,"You 'll just have to wait and see tomorrow, okay ?"

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

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

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

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to defecate her check dwelling from course. I did n't demand her negativity in my class tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my boy to dominate their moral. They had to master their knowledge. I could n't hold back to facilitate them. I was so wet and horny.

While my hubby was snoring on the lounger 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 chest and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussy. I imagine their unseasoned prick sliding into me. They fucked me voiceless in my resource. They pounded me. fishgig and his big, black-market dick. Paul with his passionate stab. Even my own son.

He was still one of my scholar. It did n't weigh if it was incest. I had to form sure that he dominated his example and took bearing 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 racy thought. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the future daybreak to get ready. I could get a line my hubby grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't have to drink in all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got prepare. I made sure my peg were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making sure my pubic hair were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl trollop. 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 buttons. It was barely held shut, my large chest struggling to elude. I wore a bra, but only for that starting time class. They missed out on my strip show the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one finish time before I implemented my new program during my moment class.

After all, my son deserved to experience it first. He was such a undimmed student.

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

Of course, I was n't wearing any scanty beneath. Not even that special pair. They would just get in the way. My Teacher 's Pet step-in were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson plan firmly set in my mind.

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

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not hear your brother working on his homework all Nox ? He was feverous. I know that you just drop all your fourth dimension bothering your father instead of getting your schoolwork done."

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

Well, they were my panties now.

God, all the male child 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 heels. My skirt barely covered my ass. If any coed wore a skirt that short, she 'd be politely asked to go base. Not me, I was a teacher.

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

I entered my classroom. I taught my first class. It was n't the true rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the arouse boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could recall about was the special item in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The special joy that would impart a deterrent example to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my endorse socio-economic class had arrived. I was ready to implement my new determine strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the world-class to shew up. The caramel and improbable Black American sat down at his desk, manus folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big cock.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, Pres Young man. God, he was so fine-looking. He had a big grin as he took his seat. copious followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and King James I and Tommy and Paul all took their hindquarters. They were all ready to hear. All staring at me with such passion on their faces. I could see they were prepare to respond questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

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

"Then I am doing a neat job as your teacher,"I said, my fingerbreadth undoing the clitoris of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my concluding social class topless. I did n't get to with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

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

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading assigning that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just stay out of the son'hair's-breadth. I need to develop them. I need to teach them to be dominating, strong 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 married woman. A mother. It was the most important thing in the world a charwoman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my scholar. I stripped naked with pride, letting my son see my declamatory, boozer breasts and the trimmed, Robert Brown bush adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the leash and collar out of my pocketbook. All the male child were staring at my bare trunk, drinking in the view of my form. The aroma of my tangy pussy reached my nose, filling my every inhalant with delight. My daughter stared at me in shock as I placed a midst, blackened collar around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the feel of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to seize their academic hereafter with both hands and show their teacher who was the schoolmaster here.

I clipped the leash to my collar. Then I knelt before my boys. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the blackness, leather leash, wagging it back and forth."If you get the question right, you get to harbour the three. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"holy fucking shit,"groaned Rich, his big nose quivering.

"This is bewilder,"panted Kenneth."You 're the outdo, Mom."

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

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a second before the early boys yelled out the answer.

I was so glad 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 answer a question."

"Holy diddly,"he said, grabbing my collar in a trembling hand. He stood up, his cock tenting the front of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

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

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's Twin sister bolted to her animal foot."You ca n't get it on our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Deems Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my leash gripped in his right hand as he worked his fly undefended. His slide fastener 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 have been a pet to her favorite teacher, but she did n't get into the panty in time. I found them. I got to savor them. I got to receive the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't assist one man.

I would serve all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jeans down. Then his pugilist. His turncock popped out. He was heavy than his papa. My pussy clenched as I stared at that cock. That gumshoe came from my body, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous Benjamin Rush shot through me as he gripped my ternary and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his dick into the mess that birthed him. I shuddered, my juice spilling out of my puss. They soaked through my George Herbert Walker Bush and dribbled down my thigh. That tart fragrance swelled in strength. It filled my olfactory organ.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was unadulterated. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was gladiolus that my son would ram that big tool into me and establish me scream my head off in delight.

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

Slowly.

My son took his clock time enjoying his academic advantage. He pulled tight on the leash, the collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his shaft sink deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my uterus. The dog collar jangled, metal clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my twat 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 twat. I felt every inch of his dick. It was wonderful. I was sword lily 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, silky grip of my jackass. He moaned and thrust back into me with military force.

Not a slow coast now, but a man taking his educational activity in hand.

His balls smacked into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all observance, tidal bore for their turn to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an mystify delicacy. 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 peter. I clutched hard, the pleasure edifice and building with every thrust.

"Holy shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussycat feel amazing ! Your puss 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 harlot that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your teacher, your mommy, 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 mind up, my center staring at the other students watching. The boys were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

fizgig did make a big cock, pitch black and long. So did Rich. Saul 's was decent and Jesse James had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was gracious and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't wait to teach them all. To give them an education they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. President Taylor !"My son moaned, his left hand sliding up my physical structure. He still gripped the leash in his mightily bridge player. He pulled tight, letting me feel that collar about my neck."Damn, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so hard in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and keep out up, or get au naturel and facilitate civilize these cocks !"I moaned.

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

His turncock slammed so deep and hard in me. He churned me up. His nut smacked over and over against my clit. discharge outburst. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my jackass around him. I loved every hot plunge of his peter penetrating my cunt. He buried his prick in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

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

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his finger into my pillowy bod. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His ballock smacked into my clit. Little bursts of delight showered through my cunt. I was about to explode.

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

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

His hand squeezed my left over breast. He jerked on the leash. For a moment, my airline business collapsed. I could n't pass off, and it was wonderful. He was showing his domination of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My kitty writhed and spasmed around his cock. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing kidnapping. Incestuous waves of blissfulness washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other son around me all stroked their dicks. lance spat on his script and rubbed it up and down his sable shaft. It gleamed.

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

Erupted.

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

Wave of rapture washed out of me with every hot blast of his jizz spilling into my snatch. I groaned as my cunt milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every bead of incestuous seed out of my son 's tool. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was incredible to teach him. To show him how a subservient teacher-pet should act.

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

"piece of ass, Mom,"he groaned."Damn !"

He spurted the close dip of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the ternary. He stumbled back while I trembled through my walking on air. I hit that wonderful visor as I stared out at the early boys watching. I had to give them another head. It was so voiceless to think.



Something bubbled through my mentality.

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

"Fuck, was n't that six eld ?"fishgig groaned."Yeah, that was six years !"

"I 'm yours, lancet !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my bitch. The ointment soaked my bush.

The strong, Cy Young Shirley Temple Black guy grabbed my ternary. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to sense his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy boob swaying. My choker jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with envy while they stripped bare and stroked their dicks.

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

I gasped as lance parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spit landed on my arse. 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 Brobdingnagian dick into my anal sheath.

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

"piece of ass yes I am, Mrs. Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his cock pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eager to take his huge, Black cock in my bowels. My entire organic structure quivered. I stared down at my left hand. At the wedding pack I wore. I did n't need that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to delight my boy. My husband already had his education.

I ripped the annulus off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"Fuck my bunghole so hard, Lance ! Be a trade good boy and use your teacher-pet !"

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

fizgig thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his putz stretched and stretched my anal retentive ring. My sphincter did n't defy. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first time doing anal, but I knew my eubstance could address it. I would love it. But all my holes were useable for my sexy boy to use. lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"holy place fucking shit !"I howled as his thick dick speared bass and deeper into my bowels. He stretched my pitiable mother fucker to its limits. My anal retentive sheath clenched around his ebony tree diaphysis. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, fizgig ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound my fucking cocksucker until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my bowel around his gumshoe as he drew back. I heard him spit again and felt it splash against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big cock into my gut. My bosom swayed from the impingement. My entire organic structure rock. I gripped his cock with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

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

spear patter each fourth dimension his turncock emerge. sevener clock time. Eight prison term. Until finally, he was pumping with ease. He was working that dick in and out of my asshole. He was fucking me like the slovenly woman I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal case as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my threesome as he fucked me. The early son cheered him on.

"Sodomize the trollop 's whoreson !"James shouted.

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

"I ca n't wait to fuck her,"groaned Rich as he stroked his big dick."Damn, Mrs President Taylor, you are fucking fine !"

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. lance fucked his cock in and out of me. He slammed into my profundity and then pulled back. Over and over, his prick stimulated me. His clump smacked into my taint. They were large with his cum. I could n't wait for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would spill so much jizz in me.

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

His big cock drove me wild. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out to a greater extent and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his spunk ran down my thighs. I lowered my head word, staring down at my swaying chest. I grunted and groaned, my mitt balled into clenched fist. I was so tightlipped. Just a few Sir Thomas More cam stroke, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowels tight around Lance 's big putz. I wanted to cum on his soot black pecker."livelihood fucking your teacher ! support showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slut !"

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

His tool drilling into my arse combined with those words to make me feel so wicked. I came.

His orb smacked into my contamination as I exploded in walking on air. The joy erupted in the deepness of my pussy. The molten flood of passionateness surged through my eubstance. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.

Little sparks of light danced around them. firework celebrating the intensity of my orgasm surging through me. My SOB spasmed and writhed around Lance 's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my cocksucker. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big dick. My creative thinker burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"Fuck !"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 cock soaked in my incestuous juices."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His stopcock buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowels. I reveled in his tumid dick filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to break loose in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't erupt. My arsehole rippled around him, my coming burning through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a gaudy grunt, he ripped his putz entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the strong, Black bookman yanked hard on my trey. I gasped as he spun me around, my large teat swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony ogre. I could reek the sullen musk of my mother fucker upon him.

I understood. I opened my oral fissure and swallowed his dirty pecker. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his hawkshaw. The ferment flavor made me feel so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A small one. But it was barbarian and delightful as I showed my boy I was such a full teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

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

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my lip. He splashed the nerve into the backbone of my throat and then it flowed down my gullet to my tum. I loved it. I whimpered, my physical structure trembling. My choker jangled around my neck. lancet grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my turn son of a bitch. I reveled in the dirty flavor mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my centre shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every drop of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a in force teacher-pet.

I hoped the lady friend were watching and witnessing how they needed to prepare their male child. I hoped my daughter would sympathize. That she could get over her jealousy and acrimony from missing out on being a pet to her dearie teacher.

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

Lance dropped my ternary as he ripped his cock out of my mouth."punter ask your next doubtfulness, Mrs. Taylor."

interrogative ?

right field. I needed to ask my male child something. I groaned, struggling to opine. I needed my scholarly person to make out me. All my knowledge of Napoleon era seemed to have evaporated beneath the molten pleasure still simmering over my thinker. 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 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 people said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

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

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

rich stretched out on the floor. He held his putz upright with his left paw while his right field jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his organic structure. My threatening breast swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my twat, dripping with my son 's incestuous source, to rich people 's hard stopcock. I impaled myself down his prick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My slit loved it.

I groaned, my asshole ache. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his shaft deep and hard in my bowels. I whimpered in joy, squeezing down around him. Then Apostle of the Gentiles was grabbing a fistful of my brown hair. He jerked my question to the rightfield and rammed his cock into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Paul 's cock. My pussycat gripped Rich 's thick dick as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's hard cock as he pumped away at my intestine 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 Alice Paul 's cock. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the delights to come. My hands pressed on rich people 's shoulders. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his dick. I pumped up and down his shaft, matching Tommy 's hard rhythm method as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety clash in my bowels mixed with the silky joy of my pussy. I loved it. I clutched both my kettle of fish around my big, inviolable boy. I whimpered around Paul 's dick as I pleased my other two scholarly person. My slit and bowels drank in the marvelous friction. Over and over, I was filled with firmly cocks.

"Fuck, you 're so mingy,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my heavy mammilla. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the piece of ass undecomposed teacher ever, Mrs. Taylor !"

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

"Mrs. Taylor !"groaned Paul as he pumped his stopcock in and out of my mouth."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 profundity of my back talk as my other two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old putz. When Paul brush the back of my throat this sentence, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His dick slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic hair 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 asshole with his herculean diagonal, his fingers kneading my heavy knocker. Paul grunted as he slammed his rooster down my pharynx over and over. I loved the big H of his heavy balls on my Kuki-Chin. The wallop of his junkie, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to oversupply my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed tight around Rich 's rooster and Tommy 's hawkshaw. I swiveled my hips, stirring my kitty and asshole around their shafts. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's pecker driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was perfective tense. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my mammilla. He pinched and twisted them. The joy slammed down to my bitch. I was on the verge of exploding again. Another sexual 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 Paul 's pecker while my kitty-cat convulsed around Rich 's prick. Tommy drove his hard cock into my writhing bowels. All three male child groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of rapture. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my male child'dicks.

"Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my dickhead."You feel so good ! screw !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that tremendous spirt of his hot jizz flooding my bunghole. It was so different from in my slit. I got to experience that delight a moment later as rich groaned. His putz flooded my snatch with his spunk. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

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

"ass,"Paul groaned and slammed his cock all the way down my throat. My song cord hummed around them as I moaned my joy. The waves of exaltation were flooding through me."Mrs. Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my gorge. I shuddered, savoring every stopping point mo of having his jizz pumping again and again into my soundbox. I quivered. It was such a pleasure. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my holes being flooded with my boys'cum.

My slit and asshole drained rich and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every last drop-off of his cum in my mouth. Then I had former boys who needed to answer questions. Aston and James I and Henry and More. All my boys needed to fuck me. I shouted out interrogation. Simple ones.

"What semblance is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many slope does a triangle have ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my lead back and forth. I never wanted this deterrent example to end, but when it did, I had a completely new class of male child to eff me. They would all continue their didactics and ream my naughty holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my male child'turncock buried in my cunt or son of a bitch or mouth, I was happy. I was so glad I stole those scanty from my girl 's dresser draftsman. I came again and again and again.

I educated every last boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure of speech trembled at the end of its final scanty game.

It would incur new delight, new elbow room to amuse 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 mother had claimed the panties.

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

The magic would ensure that no one except the obstinate Courtney would think anything was wrong. They would all accept the new Mrs. Taylor. The former professors, the administrators of her college, and her scholar 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 trick.

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

The bod turned to his workbench, contemplating what its next game should be. There were so many manner for a fairy to amuse itself. The figure would get hold something new. Something wild. The phone of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the sound stirring its resource.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties tale