Mind-Control step-in

storey Three : Sexy Little delight

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

The chassis entered the electric outlet store. It was one step above a penny-pinching entrepot, not the sort of situation that panties in the style that the figure made were sold. No naughty delights to titillate a young woman 's wanton desires. No trendy clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the human body knew these pair panties was needed here.

The chassis was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold mailboat of field, boring pantie, so similar to the eccentric worn by the last-place girl the public figure had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red red scanty with those bold, blue letters surrounded by a shimmering silver border.

Sexy Delight.

The form kept walking, knowing that special young lady, Heather moth miller, would be along in moments.

broom was a tall girl, eighteen, wearing a baggy, grizzly clothes to hide the voluminosity of her figure. Curvy and alky, her bountifulness overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would drool over. The type of ripe pleasure that would grace their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Calluna vulgaris would ever be allowed to prove off her figure. Not with her mother, honour milling machine, ensuring that her daughter wore the savourless, most unflattering clothes possible.

Her daughter would stay put pure.

ling did n't mind. She was a quiet miss who obeyed her mother. Shy. She was n't like one of those garish female child."All started out,"her mother would wish to say."You 're my good, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When heather saw the twosome of panties casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrible misunderstanding. Those panty did not belong here. She had popped into the store to run a quick errand. Normally, she would never rat for clothing without her mother 's being present. She only passed this particular kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the step-in merely to birth them to the proper store actor. As she gripped it, she noticed the speech printed on them, Sexy Delight. The sight stirred a unknown, wistful longing through her soul.

The braid of long, black hair's-breadth swung down her rear as she stared at those glittering letters. Would anyone ever think I was sexy ? she thought.

Her female parent certainly never believed she would be."I always gave thanks to God that I had a champaign Jane for a daughter. None of the boys will ever sniff around you. You 're going to be pure."

Heather knew she should n't do this. That it was wrong. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the pantie and pressing them to her purse. She pushed it deep, burying it beneath all the accouterments rattling around in her purse. Her cheeks burn with shame, but she rationalized her natural action by simply reminding herself that these panties clearly were n't the computer storage 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato striptease artist to replace the one that had broken survive night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried habitation, her bag spirit extra heavy despite how little the couplet of pantie weighed.

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< solid > Heather Miller < /strong >

Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred times since the former even. I could n't excuse it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but I had n't even experience out of my gown. I wanted to put these exciting panty on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So bright and colorful. They were for a pretty young lady. A painted whore. Not for a Plain Jane like me.

There was a wet high temperature between my thighs. It was something I rarely paid attention to. Sometimes, I felt that shameful warmth when in the shower bath and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly bounteous boy at her college. The type of boys my mother always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

"You do n't require to ever get married a boy,"Mother often told me."He 'll leave behind you. Just like your father did. They want multicolor harlot, not a Plain Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your Father-God still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever entrust me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my night-robe. I could hear mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large breasts swayed before me as I pulled down the pair of light-blue panties I wore to bed, the subtlety of periwinkle so faded it practically was white. I worked the cotton off my thighs and glanced at the garish pair. I could n't believe I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could pretend.

Was there anything really unseasonable with that ?

It was n't like any the boys would notice me. They would never know I had them on beneath my long skirt. That I was wearing something with those naughty Scripture on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just intellection of those two words increase that passion between my second joint. I glanced down at my Negro chaparral, gasping at the pot of moisture beading on my pubic hairs. My impudence burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the ruby panties and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electrical shiver racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the warmth building and building interior of me.

What was wrong with me ?

I whimpered, my tumid breast swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my wooden leg. The fabric clung to my thigh then my rump. I had to make for the stretchy fabric up and over my flesh out rear. I shuddered, my hands adjusting the elastic waistband about my rosehip. They rode lower than they should. They fit so tight. Where they too small for me ?

"Heather, it 's time for breakfast !"Mother shouted from below.

I had no time to switch."Just a minute !"

I already had my getup for this day laid out. A long, dark-skinned doll and a gray blouse that clitoris all the way up to my neck, the arm going all the way to my wrist. It was loose to veil my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to constrain such unwieldy, large knocker like mine. I slipped the circle around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the boy would n't agnize just how busty I was.

"Even a plain Jane will have the boys sniffing around her if they realize she has big breasts,"mother would say."Just like that cyprian cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the white-haired blouse that I 'd selected, working the clit up with the rapid apparent movement. It fit loose on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the collar. The tails fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, dark skirt. I stepped into it as my mother called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my bequeath incline and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the cloth, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my drogue and pulled them on as fast as I could.

"Calluna vulgaris Miller,"female parent cried for a third gear time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the room access, my nigrify hair swaying a midst braiding behind me. I was so uneasy after taking those scanty home, that I forgot to undo it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't make to spend the time to take braided this morning.

Those naughty step-in gripped my backside as I headed down the stairs. The textile seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so wrong. So risque. That estrus between my second joint swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a farseeing, pale apparel decorated with paisley efflorescence. It was as conservative as mine, the collar snug about her neck, the arm descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"Well, there you are,"she said."Let me have a flavour at you."

I came close to her, waiting for her inspection. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious panties I had on. Her script slid from my articulatio humeri down to my elbow joint, smoothing the fabric into my skin. She gripped me there, optic flicking up and down my body. She frowned.

The shiver rippled through me.

"Is something wrongfulness, Mother ?"I asked.

"No,"she said, slowly. Her brow furrowed more."Everything looks fine."

I trembled. I wanted to fink what I 'd done. To tell her what I was wearing beneath my skirt. I was being naughty.

"well, I 'm sure whatever it is, I 'll cipher it out,"she said.

My abdomen roiled. How could she know ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the warmth glowing in my impertinence ?

"Well, derive on, your breakfast is getting cold."

"Yes, female parent,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a little breakfast nook lay. There were two bowls of pick wheat, plain and young. It was n't that stuff made from moment. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the T. H. White porridge, hoping it would aid settle my stomach. Mother stared at me the stallion time across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the thick substance, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in cerebration. My juicy sex clenched. My bosom felt so loaded in my bra. Constricted.

"I just ca n't put my fingerbreadth on it,"mother said when I finish. She stood up, her breakfast only one-half eaten.

"On what ?"I asked, my stomach so tight.

"On you,"she said, bustling up to me. To my shock, she undid the top button of my blouse.

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stunned surprise.

"You know, you 're such a delectation. Maybe, I have been a trivial too strict with you. You 're xviii. A woman grown. I forget that sometimes."

"Oh, it 's okey, mother,"I said."I do n't require to be one of those painted harlots."

Mother pursed her lips. Her hands were on my berm, rubbing me. All the passion of her fingers bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my arms. It was so ... strange. Then her hands moved to the front of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a irregular button.

"okey, that 's sodding,"she said."Let 's get you to school."

I nodded, my pelt feeling so exposed. I mean, the spread out blouse only showed off my collarbone. The reverend 's wife showed off this a great deal cutis. I should n't sense at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoes scuffling along as I dragged my feet. My thoughts whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the passenger arse, buckling up. The seat belt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how ample I was. Mother glanced over me, her lips tightening. My cheeks warm. I hated reminding her of that chesty fancy woman who stole Daddy from our life. Her optic flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the time just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this foregone conclusion that she knew about my severe panties and was trying to draw off the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few push button of my blouse was some sort of unknown twisting. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would confess my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My face warmed more at the sight of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his hair dark and unforesightful. I tried not to think those unwholesome persuasion about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his human face would appear in my judgement. It made me want to advert myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not right field,"Mother said. She reached out and did two more clitoris. I gasped, as she opened my blouse wide, revealing more of my skin. I could see the top slopes of my breasts. If she undid another push button, people would see my bra.

My brass went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my vocalization choking.

"You need to relax,"Mother said."You 're such a delight. Why, I bet the son will have a go at it you."

My eyes were so wide of the mark at that. boy ?"Are you okay, Mother ?"

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling great. Just staring at you is making me feel all warm up. Like how I used to feel when I was your age before your father ruined everything."

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my side. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my book bag on my lap, not sure what to do. My mother opened the threshold and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big breasts. Then he would lead off to lust after a Plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my long annulus rustling. I was so cognizant of my discover cleavage. I felt my boob jiggling like they were fighting to get by my bra. I wanted to melt away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"Mother said, taking my hand and leading me towards Chris and the other two boy."Does n't my daughter just see pretty ?"

My eyes widened."mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a dessert pleasure ?"Mother asked. Her handwriting swept down my book binding and over my rump, smoothing my skirt."I know she has n't dressed for it, but you can see it, ca n't you, boys ?"

I wanted to melt in shame. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the male child were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shallow breather, not to let my bosom swell, but I suddenly felt so breathtaking. I was gulping in the air, my pectus swelling as my mother 's hand smooth across my rump again.

"Yeah, you do think she such a fantastic delight, do n't you, boys ?"Mom said.

"well ..."Chris scratched the book binding of his straits."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You guess ?"female parent said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another button. My brass burned. Chris, and the other boy, could see the pick colouring of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. Mother open my blouse further, her work force brushing across my titty. My teat were difficult. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. Wicked tingles raced through me.

"Now what you think ?"female parent asked."I know she 's not wearing the most blandish apparel, but you ca n't refuse how beautiful my daughter is. And look at those delightful breasts."

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a little jiggled. The boy were all staring at me like wolves. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheeks were so warm. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumb brushed my nipple again, my pussy growing wet. I could palpate it. These naughty juice were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these repellent panty I wore.

"Now, Heather, have a pin-up day,"Mother said."Do n't interest, I 'll do something about your clothes. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to bang about the panty. She kept saying that word : pleasure. I could feel those letters burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her doll swirling. I trembled there, the boy staring at my peril titty, my bra peeking out of my unfastened blouse. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To maltreat myself like a ungodly girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The boys parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their heart running up and down my flesh. They knew I was chesty. That my chest were bounteous. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the unusual exhilaration shooting through me.

Boys liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flap warmness shooting through me as I entered my college, other students noticing me. Girls gasped in shock while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delicious my chest were. My braid of haircloth swept behind me down to my stern. It swayed with my pace. My mother 's touch burned across my cutis. The panties were so tight, cupping my rump, my pussy.

I felt so naughty down there. I felt like instead of a pussy, I had that lousy word between my thigh. That C word.

Cunt.

"Heather !"my friend, Vivian, gasp. The red-header rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her modest nipple."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of flesh for you to be showing."

"female parent thought I should ... show off my delightful breasts,"I moaned, my boldness burning with my superfluity. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help but thrust my tits out before me. I was enjoying the aid. All the guy cable looking at me. Hungering for me.

Vivian fell in beside me, her center wide."Your mother did that ?"

I nodded, heading towards my first base class."I know, it 's so foreign, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a delight. For everyone to know that I 'm not just a Plain Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a knit stitch Jane, Scots heather. You 're precious. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would kill to experience tits as big as yours."She looked around."All the other daughter are staring at you. They 're seeing how stacked you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My friend nodded."This is just wild. Your mom 's gone crazy ?"

"I do n't know,"I said, too scared to cite the panties and the D word printed on them. I drew in a deep breath, my chest rise and falling. My tit rising and falling. boy groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why girls want to prove off their pulp and attract boy'attention. Now I was starting to understand it. It made me palpate so naughty. So wicked and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A sexy delight. A thrill ran through me as I entered my schoolroom and my instructor, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the sight of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back heterosexual like always, wishing my bra did n't squeeze my boob so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. Mother wanted me to do this, then it had to be okay. I always listen to my mother.

Chris sat down beside me, a roguish grin on his face."Hey,"he said, nodding to me."You look cute today."

I could n't help the girlish giggle that burst from my lips. I had never made such a sound before in my life-time, but it made him grinned larger. I was feeling so wicked. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his lesson. I focused on his lecturing like always. I felt all those boys staring at me. They were paying care to me, not the teacher. I could n't help the smile on my lips. I could n't help taking delight in it. This was stark. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so juicy and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my lesson when the door opened and my female parent walked in holding shopping old bag. Everyone 's chief snapped over. The plastic rustled. I blinked at the hatful of her as she hurried over me.

"I bought these as fasting as I could,"Mother said."I 'm so sorry for making you wear that baggy dress. Do n't worry, your mother will make you into a sexy delight."

"Mom,"I gasped as she stopped before me.

"It 's okey,"she said, a all-encompassing smile on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."Mother is going to make everything right. Now, stand up and let 's get those clothes off of you."

"Here !"I gasped as I found myself standing up, a naughty, groundless quiver racing through my pussy.



"Yes, here,"Mother said. She glanced at Chris and smiled."All the boy want to see what a aphrodisiac delight you are."

The world had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful oestrus rushed through me as Mother attacked the final buttons of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian right ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my mother was keeping me plain by dressing me frumpy and not allowing me to wear makeup ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new step-in cause her to earn the truth ?

She clicked her lingua as she opened my blouse, shaking her head in disgust."This bra is not going to work. I 'm sorry, but I 've been buying you bras two sizes too small. I was just trying to tame these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, Mother reached behind me and unbuttoned my bra. I groaned as the imperativeness was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, great and pillowy flabby, hanging with their grave weight. Both my pap were hard, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide-cut areolas. Every boy in the schoolroom, Chris included, groaned at the survey of them.

"Damn,"Chris muttered, a big smile on his face.

Mr. Beauregard stared at me with this feeling no teacher should have for his student.

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

My mother squeezed my breasts."I know,"female parent said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these exuberant boob. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy delight ?"

"Hell yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my breasts the final exam squeeze, even me tingling. Her manpower and slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending waves of estrus washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a naughty Book to use for my puss ; it made me feel so wicked thinking it—clenched. I had this abstruse ache inside of me. I needed something to interpenetrate my virgin profundity. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

mother 's hands reached my skirt. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastening. She found it while my organic structure trembled. My prominent, queer breasts swaying. Every boy watched them, their center tracking the slightest bowel movement of my bountiful tits.

"I ca n't believe I made you wear this garbage bag,"female parent said as she yanked the dame down my legs."But, ooh, what are you wearing ? You naughty girl."

hell dust !

I gasped as her helping hand spanked my panty-clad hind end. Her hand lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my flesh, her finger's breadth digging into my crack.

"Sexy pleasure,"mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you tire out clobber like this old age ago. I 'm so no-account, Heather. I 'm going to be a good female parent now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my pelvic arch and turned me, letting all the boy see those gamey panties clinging to my ass. Her hand pushed down on the centre of my back, bending me over halfway. My breasts swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his voice so throaty. Mother 's hand kept caressing over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussycat ache. I grew so wet.

nip !

I gasped, my back straightening after the second spank landed.

"Mmm, yes, you are a aphrodisiac delight, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new clothes. Obviously, you have the perfect duo of pantie for this wench !"

Her hands darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, black annulus. It possessed so little fabric to it. I gasped at how short it was. Would that cover anything ?

female parent smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide-eyed the waistband of the skirt, ready for me to mistreat into it. My large pap jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. First, my redress leg and then my leftfield leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calves, brushing my silky second joint.

I groaned as her tactile sensation climbed high-pitched and eminent. I knew I should n't enjoy my mother touching me, but it just felt so naughty right now. All the boys were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying titty with shiny eyes.

Mother pulled the skirt up and over my croupe. The waistband hugged low on my hip joint, the skirt barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would flash my naughty panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of girl I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a wicked whimper that had my big white meat swaying and brushing together.

My mamilla throbbed. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to touch my pussy, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would throw to hold back until I got home to revel myself for the first time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"mother purred."I did n't quite know what your bust size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't recall your classmates will take care. rightfulness, Chris ?"

"No way, Mrs. Miller,"groaned Chris, his eyes locked on my swaying tits.

"Naughty boy,"mother said and then tweaked my nipple.

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me shudder. This wicked rut barb down to my blue pussy. I groaned as my panties felt so soaked. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my snatch ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as piddling fabric as the chick. There were no sleeve. It looked like a tube of bright-red textile, the same hue as my panty. How could that cross anything ?

"Arms up in the air,"mother said. She giggled as I did that."All the boys loved how that made your tits jiggled. Ooh, they 're all hard for you. My daughter is a busty, sexy delight."

Mom pulled the tube top down my blazonry and worked it down my point. There was a flash of red that filled my vision, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my large breasts. I gasped as my hard nipples drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making sure that fit my expectant breasts perfectly.

"There you are,"Mother said, beaming. She clapped her helping hand on my brass."My sexy delight."

I gasped as she gave me a kiss on the lips. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this natural state spate through me. All the boys exploded into hand clapping. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a pack of imitator. I shuddered as the strait rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, ling,"mother said, giving me another smile."I 'm going to be busy shopping and buy you a whole new wardrobe. I 'll pick you up some interesting affair to testify you."

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my pussy tingling. Gosh, I really, really need to diddle with myself. My finger's breadth itched should just slide beneath my short, unretentive skirt.

"Have a good day, Chris,"mother said as she whirled around and sauntered out, still dressed in her bulky, unflattering clothes.

"By, Mrs. Miller,"croaked Chris.

His eyes flicked to me, stirring with thirst as I sat down. My big breasts bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just unwrap for everyone to starve over. The cloth gripped my breasts, letting them swing free people. They were without supporting for the first prison term in my sprightliness. I could feel everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a aphrodisiacal delight.

That day passed in a horny fog. I was so foil. So eager to do things. I was never alone. The son followed me around from family to class like a hungry pack of pawl. When I slipped in to use the public lavatory, I could finger them pacing international, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his lips, his cock hard.

My virgin twat ached to be filled.

I was so mindful of my body in my new wear. When I had to turn over, I could feel my skirt sliding higher and higher, revealing the bottom slope my seat, then more and more of my rhythm butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty scanty. I knew some of the glittering missive were peeking out, bright-blue characters printed on ruby fabric.

My breasts would sway at the slender movement. The stretchable underground top molded to them, highlighting my pap. My areolas. The material was so thin you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valiant effort to rob up my cream, but I started feeling the naughty juices trickling down my thighs. My chick was so short, the guys had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't have to buy my lunch today. All the guy wire were so aegir to do it. They were all around me, keeping my Friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the sexiest daughter in the world. I had never been happier. I hummed in delight, my shoulder joint swaying, making my titties leap for the son'delectation. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When lunch ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this rapacious smile on his sass."Would you like to hail over to my sign of the zodiac ? You know, hang out. mind to some medicine. Just relax."

I was n't an imbecile. I was sheltered, but not that much.

"I would like to,"I groaned, my purulent clenching.

He grinned at me, and then the naughty boy gave my ass a clinch. He felt my croupe, making me shudder.

I was giddy all through my last few form. Chris wanted to make erotic love to me. He wanted to enjoy my aphrodisiac body while all alone at his family. I could n't hold off to tell female parent. I was so breathless, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just clutch my desk, my entire body shaking, all the male child tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, year were over. Chris was ready to claim me. He slid his arm around my shoulder joint as I emerged from my biology class, marking his territory. A naughty shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a foreign facial expression as I passed her in the hall. She seemed confused. I did n't give care. I was going home with Chris.

My poor, virgin pussy would finally get the expiation I needed. Craved. I would go insane if I did n't get something inside of me. I quivered beside Chris as we headed through the entrance hall, my breasts bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with gratification while all the other guy scowled.

I was sure I would go habitation with them soon. But today I was Chris's.

My mother was waiting for me outside. She had a new turnout for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather dame and match corset she wore, the morose garment lifting her own surprisingly magnanimous breast into exuberant mounds. She had healed, thigh-high kick and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"female parent asked.

For a moment, I thought she was talking to me.

"That 's my sexy delight, not yours,"female parent said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather skirt was so short that barely covered anything."You 're lucky I let you look at her, boy. But do n't you even think you get to enjoy her. She is mine !"

female parent seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant cleavage. She stared into my eyes as her absolve deal cupped my facial expression. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was different from the earlier one. There was no mistaking this for a maternally kiss.

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my kitty, my pantie tingling around my kitty-cat and rump. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching male child explosion into the whoops and hollers. This was so bewildering. I could n't believe this was happening. mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her corset, my nipples throbbing and aching.

Mother broke the kiss, her oculus wild."I 've been thinking about you all day !"she groaned."How aphrodisiacal you are. How pleasant-tasting you look in those clothes. Your chest. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your pussycat. Oh, god have I been thinking about your pussy. You want to see how wet you made your mother ?"

"female parent ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So powerful. In control. She 'd dominated me my entire life-time. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. Her skirt swayed before me. I could reek that disgusting odour of leather. There was another aroma beneath it. Spicy. That same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

"Lift my skirt and see what you 've done to me,"Mother moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new apparel, imagining using all your new toys, just thinking about your sexy joy has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your brass buried beneath my skirt and see how wet you made your mother !"

I lifted the figurehead of female parent 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, brown Dubya but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy backtalk were thick-skulled, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juices, that spicy scent filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her cunt, drink in her appearance. I spotted this little bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

"Eat your mother 's slit !"a guy howled.

"Just devour her, you sexy slut !"

"God, your mother 's a nasty butch !"

"Eat that dyke-mother 's puss !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my living. I tried to fight it. I tried to pretend I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty fancy woman, I wanted to lay to rest my face between those exuberant breast. I wanted to be the one to revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty delectation. Now get that typeface buried in my kidnapping and make me cum. You have to hump me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my side into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her folds. Her spicy juices coated my tongue. Cunt was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hands grabbed her hip joint as I stroked my tongue through those dense mouth. Her pick coated my chin. My cheek. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My tongue lapped at her slit, stroking her sheepcote and brushing that little bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her button. I stroked my knife around it, flicking it, making my mother gasp and moan. I made her feel amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy delight,"Mother moaned."playing period with my clit. Oh, yes, play with that little bud."

"God, Calluna vulgaris, you 're just a slut for your mother 's cunt !"Chris howled.

"That 's right,"Mother groaned."She 's all mine. I get to bask her. I get to pop her cherry."

How could she do that ? mother did n't birth a cock.

I did n't know. I did n't manage. I just pressed my mouth into her duncish purulent mouth. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my clapper into her profoundness, swirling around inside the very maw that had birthed me. More and more of her spicy cream poured into my backtalk. The flavor ignited my gustatory modality buds. I trembled, clutching to her leg, gripping her as this impish sensation rippled through me.

I loved it. I loved this incestuous flavor. This wicked, wanton delight.

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The sunshine rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to make my female parent cum. That dirty, nasty countersign for that thing I was never allowed to accept. The delight I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother pee-pee me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so awe-inspiring. Like the greatest matter in the earth. I wanted to give her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy lips. I sucked on her clit. I made her gasp and moan, her large white meat almost spilling out of her corset.

"That 's it, slut, eat me out !"moaned Mother."You 're a little dyke like me !"

"I am !"I moaned.

"MAKE YOUR mother CUM !"shouted from the boys.

I had to urinate her explode.

I sucked on Mother 's clit. She gasped and squealed out in joy. She whimpered. Her beautiful strait echoed through the air. Her juices gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my lips and ran down my chin and buttock. I tried to lick them up, but there was so much spicy cream.

"Oh, yes, my aphrodisiacal, pussy-licking delight !"mother howled."I 'm cumming !"

female parent sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so rattling. I could n't wait for my play to experience it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy twat, gathering up all the incestuous cream that spilled out of her. My body trembled from the thrill of this naughty, wanton act.

"Holy shit, Calluna vulgaris actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

"Way to go my Heather ! You 're such a dike !"

"Buff that fumble !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their risque Holy Scripture, my trunk trembling as I kept licking. Mother shuddered, her knocker jiggling in the girdle. With a moan, she took a footstep back, pulling her pussy from my face. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my subway top. I licked my back talk, savoring that spicy flavour of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"female parent said, wrenching open the passenger room access.

She reached into a bag, the outside sleek gray with a pair of black lips on the forepart. She wrenched out the bright, pinko aim. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the shaft. It had segments almost like a caterpillar 's body. My Virgin slit clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a placid testis. Mother whirled around, her right titty popping out of her corset, her nipple obscure red.

She thrust the bulbous end of the dildo up between her thigh. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her pussy. Her eyes widened as the other end of the dildo thrust out from beneath her skirt. It was like she had her own cock.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

"Oh, you 're getting that cunt broken in, Heather !"a guy yelled.

"Damn, Chris, you almost got that joy,"another guy said and laughed.

"If you had, I 'd have to whip your ass for touching my sexy delight,"Mother said."Now you, bend over the strong-armer of the car, dropped his pantie, and educate for Mother to have a go at it you.

"Yes, female parent !"I moaned, so eager to obey.

My tits heaved as I hopped to my feet. My curtly chick flared, flashing my crimson panties and those naughty words at the boys. I darted for the car, my big nipple heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my dummy into the hood. My mamilla throbbed at the contact lens, drinking in the tremendous feel of the engine 's lovingness haemorrhage through the metallic element. My script flicked up my annulus, my hip wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My quarter round hooked the waistband of my panties. I thrust them off my rump, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my bush soaked by my excitement.

My female parent clicked her knife in exasperation."All that haircloth has to go,"she said."When we get home, I 'll teach you how to dress your cunt."

"Yes, Mother !"I gasped, so bore for that.

"I just came, but I 'm still so wet to pop your cherry,"mother moaned."You 'll be my little, aphrodisiacal delight. My slut-daughter whore. You 're everything I want, wo n't you ?"

"Yes,"I moaned."Just as long as I get to front hot. Just so long as everyone gets to see me."

"I 'll have got that tattoo on your lower back. A tramp stamp that will let everyone know that your mom 's slutty piddling delight.

I groaned, my pussycat clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot bod. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clit before pressing on my virginal membrane. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so set for female parent 's fake prick to ram into me to make me feel astound. I just knew she 'd return me such pleasure. She 'd have me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy rim, savoring the flavor of her pussy as all the boy cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

Mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my virginal membrane tear, a precipitous flash of pain that was swallowed by a tidal waving of transport. The dildo slammed into my astuteness, the segmented dead body caressing my silky anatomy. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her stocky toy. Her fork smacked into my rump, my dead body shuddering atop the hood of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my pussy clinging to the shaft. I felt each one of the segments pop out of my pussy, leaving just the tip in me. With a moan, Mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, wooden-headed dick into my pussy, the pleasure rippling through me.

My case scrunched up with cloud nine. Stars burst across my eyes. I gasped and groaned, my hips wiggling, stirring my twat around her jab toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me intemperately, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my berm, watching her right dumbbell bouncing, the left hand wanting to ruin free of her corset. Her nerve twisted with such spell pleasance as she pounded my vitiate pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt knockout and fast.

"What a slutty daughter I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your nipples and Pb you around by a terzetto !"

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, my delight growing. Her every jab brought me closer and closer to that magical moment.

"You 're gon na tire makeup and look like a multi-color harlot. My multi-colored harlot. I 'll buy you a breast pump. You 'll use it every day until your boobs start lactating. You drank my milk, now I want to drink yours !"

"Oh, god, yes !"I howled."Just fuck me, female parent !"

I was hallucinating. feverous. Her every thrust brought me close and closer to that wonderful burst. My 1st orgasm. I was so excited for it. She slammed the thickheaded dildo so deep in me, the segments caressing my satiny pulp. She churned my cunt up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

"Cum on your mother 's big dildo, you sexy slut !"growled the cheering boys.

"Fuck your daughter until she comes like a whore !"

"Oh, my little strumpet 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"Mother hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my fuzz and yanked my head up. My chest leaping before me as I gasped. My kitty-cat clenched around the segmental dildo.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned as her hand shaft around my body.

She shoved my underground top up, my heavy tit spilling into her squeezing grasp. Her fingernails bit into my left tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in charge of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How operose I could cum.

"Let me hear you scream out in rapture, my little slut-daughter."

"Yes !"I howled and orgasmed for the first time.

It was amazing.

firework detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My frame spasmed and writhed about that amazing pecker plunging over and over again into my bitch. It was beyond words. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the pleasure rushed through my consistence. I whimpered, shuddering.

Waves of rapture slammed through my eubstance. They drowned my mind. I came so unvoiced, floater of light burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my laborious tits heaving, my leftover boob clutched in mommy 's tight grip. Her the right way hand gripped my haircloth, keeping my head pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the stallion college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, Heather !"

"A dike slut for your female parent !"

"Way to go, Mrs. Miller ! You made that piddling whore cum !"

"Yes, I did !"Mother howled and buried her dildo deep into my climaxing cunt.

I gasped and moaned as my flesh rippled and writhed around the dildo. Mother cried out with me. She joined me in rapture. We were both cumming for the entire college to see. They cheered us on. My idea melted as I reveled in being my mother 's aphrodisiac delight.

The scanty bunched around my knees proved exactly what I was. I was so gladiola I found them. Whoever accidentally left these kinky panties behind had changed everything for me.

"I 'm my female parent 's slutty, sexy delight !"I howled as my sexual climax peaked in me.

I was going to delight the eternal sleep of my submissive life.

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The figure smiled, gladiolus that the step-in were appreciated. The image was eager for the next duo to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colours all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic passionateness. A I word, each missive printed in different, garish semblance, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The figure of speech stroked each character, eager to go shopping again.

To be continued in the side by side tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...