Mind-Control Panties

write up Fifteen : Becoming a submissive Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for Beta reading this !

The material body trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this plot was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls'head into its strumpet. Turning good young woman into whores, bad fille into Virgin, and a altogether host of other juicy designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to act on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the department store. It had been in one of these seat many times. It knew through its falls 's magic that this was the perfect topographic point to notice her. To recover the girl who would put on the special panties. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and unacquainted. On the backrest, in white letters, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A marvellous couplet of panties for a Pres Young lady friend to wear.

A vernal missy taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department fund sold its intimate apparel. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to pull in the attention of young cleaning woman who were shopping with their mother. One such girl was about to arrive. She was min away from finding these panties.

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

The fig slipped away, unnoticed by any of the human. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The individual'attending were on former things. On material consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The figure trembled in delight as its concluding mind-controlling scanty'game began.

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

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal Twin, born minutes behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her female parent today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their affinity was obvious. Both had brown hair, the female parent kept hers short-change while the daughter 's fell in a long and exuberant wave down her rachis. They both had round faces and alike malar bone. Courtney had risque eyes from her beginner, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the scanty. Her breathing space caught as she stared at that special pair. The words and Caucasian missive beckoned her.

teacher 's pet.

"I get having a crush on an older man,"said Mrs. Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be heedful. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your gist broken."

The daughter gave a flimsy nod, utterly entranced by the panty. Her mother 's words were flowing through her mind.

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll take advantage of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,"Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both professors at the Sami college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own account class."Well, those are cunning pantie. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a instructor 's pet."

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

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the teller failed to ring up one dyad of the panties that the two woman bought. A unity detail that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. President Taylor did n't even remember the pantie by the time they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's warning dueled with the sudden lecherousness to weary those panties and go her pet teacher 's pet. Something in her blood recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's room, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was 19, but I had been doing her laundry for so long it was minute nature to me. I set the basket atop her dresser, thrifty not to agitate her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

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

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

Teacher 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my mind. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the scanty into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my girl 's panties. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never washed them. A calendar month was long enough if she was n't going to fag them, so it must be all right for me to fill them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing panties intended for a teacher 's pet.

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

The idea set my nous alight with eager prevision for the balance of the eventide. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my indigence. I did n't check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to slumber, my mind filled with unusual images. Collars. scholarly person. It was all such a blur. A mishmash of sexual whim that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The instant 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 Saami size, after all. I might be twenty-two years older than her, but I still had a enceinte physique. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my shape. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, boring panties.

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

I glanced at what I 'd consist out to fag for the day. My blouse was just too conservativist. I wanted something more fun. Something a little lower cut. I wanted to really register off my with child knocker. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy mounds.

I threw heart-to-heart my wardrobe and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in class. It was puritanical and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a natal day nowadays, not realizing just how a great deal human body 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 sleeves. I loved the smell of the silk against my human body. I worked the release, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the residue of my orotund surface area of delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will proceed the boy focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the back of my sleeping room door.

I slid my hands up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The step-in tingled around my slit. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfective. I ached to be such an stirring for my boys. I needed to help them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, boys were falling behind in college. It was up to prof like me to make it as engaging for them as possible.



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

I stared at that.

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

My bender would prove through. I just knew it.

I dug out a pair of five-inch heel, not my common flats. I knew they would help oneself to give definition to my rear end and frame to my calf. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, 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 bottom of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his Twin Falls sister, his brown hair cut short. A big grin cattle farm across his back talk as his gaze rippled up and down my body.

"Well, mom, wow."

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

"sanctum shit, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes wide as she held a heavy jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head."You 're wearing that to schooling today ?"

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

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

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

"A stiff would pay attention to you, Mom,"Courtney muttered. She turned around and lunge the Milk River into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my husband was upstair taking his long exhibitor. He would just have a cup of coffee before heading out to his role job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my knocker. I could n't help oneself but lean over and pass him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my son.

I had both my Twin Falls in my bit class. I was teaching European chronicle. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My finger's breadth itched to diddle with the vauntingly buttons of my blouse and give my boys a dainty. Courtney was in the socio-economic class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a young lady. She did ticket in schooling on her own.

I needed to focus all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two nipper. They rode with me since I was a prof at their college. On the manner of walking out of the house, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front backside much to Kenneth 's disappointment.

I rolled my eyes. She and her brother were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a prison term, when they were small fry, when they did everything together. Then puberty happened.

I was sure another decennary they would be better Friend. 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 panties tingling, making my pussy itch. The wet excitement soaked between my second joint. family today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just lie with me. I would educate them. I 'd make my boys so brilliant and smart. I quivered, my thigh rubbing together as I drove, my large chest jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the intact ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boys were staring at me. Even the ones I did n't instruct. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my hips swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the bound to my mamilla. I especially savored how the male child watched me.

I wanted to swagger. I felt like a prize show dog on showing, a bitch in her prime proving just how get she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus line of"good daybreak, Mrs. Zachary Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eyes all flicked up and down my trunk, noticing me.

I perched on a ordure in front line of my showtime socio-economic class, legs crossed, all the boys crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my faulting that all the male child were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their trollops'tight, Loretta Young bodies. The boys were finally give up of the distraction of all those barely effectual tarts.



My boys'hormones were focused on instruction now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that first class, I felt like the son just were n't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect musical theme while my offset course of instruction filed out and I had to wait for the scholar of my second.

Kenneth was the first off to go far. My son sat movement and center before me, a big grin on his case."Damn, mom, I am so cook to teach about history from you today."

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

Courtney, who was slinking into the backbone of the room, gagged. I did not know what was up with that girl today.

The early male child all perked up when they walked in. rich people, a tall guy with light-haired hair and a big olfactory organ sat to the right of my son while Lance, a fan and tall Black person guy took the keister to his left. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the fecal matter, his white teeth flashing between his fatheaded lip. Saint Paul came in future, a nerdy guy with red hair and lentigo across his case. Today, he did n't look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the battlefront row, staring at me.

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

When the last student walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her straits at the sight of me, I said,"trade good morning, boys. Are you all eager to study today ?"

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

"I thought we 'd make a biz of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a orotund square just begging to be popped through its eyelet."For every question someone gets flop, a button will total undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry moan came from the boys.

"So, I have four push on my blouse. Each question you get right, I 'll unwrap 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 hands down onto her desk."What the pit ?"

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

"Teach your class ?"she gasped, this facial expression of shock on her brass."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

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

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

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

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

A hot tide rose through my bitch. I shuddered and squirmed on my stool."Now, if the girls would like to be good and not disturb us, I 'll begin."

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

"okeh, what was the day of the month that napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the showtime lame button through its loop, I purred,"That 's correct, Kenneth. Such a bright boy."

James licked his lips as he stared at my blouse opening, my boastfully white meat still constrained. He could see the black bra now, one-half exposed.

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

Paul got his hand up first. The ginger had such a huge smiling on his face."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's aright,"I moaned, my nipple pressing hard against my bra. I popped the second button through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway undone, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the soft ones are over, let 's dig into some rattling history,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italian Republic ?"

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

I clapped my script together in delight."fountainhead done."My fingers popped the third button through its grommet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the tranquil skin of my stomach."That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Austria ?"

It was James II 's turn to fritter up his script. As he waved it frantically above his headland, he said,"He was twenty-six, right ?"

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

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

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

I popped the last push through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my bland belly and my with child white meat constrained in my dark bra. All the girls were shaking their mind in the back of the classroom. I did not wish if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my boy. The strip was perfect. My boy were all so interested. They were all recalling things right that they normally would blank out.

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

I loved these naughty panties I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my fathead as my male scholarly person salivated over me. Young men were such horny things. I was so glad I was channeling their luxuria in an conquer direction. They would learn so much as they stared at my sizeable flesh.

I could n't look to she-bop when I got home.

"Now, why did Little Corporal overrun the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental system that existed in Anatole France while simultaneously choking off the Brits patronage route through the Mediterranean 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, Pres Young man. I 'm so lofty 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 grasp of my bra."Get this next one right, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, alky bosom. I know how you boys like them large and cushy and liberal like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a face pack of thirsty dogs all wanting to mount the same squawk. I shuddered, my cervix feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My kitty-cat burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

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

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

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

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

I brought my hands to the front, pressing the cups against my breast. I wiggled to slue the strap off my shoulder, showing the boys that nothing was holding my bra on my titty except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the adjacent one right, and you 're going to see every, cobbler's last bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all intemperately and eager, does n't it ?"

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

"You 're the skilful 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 covetous that her brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a distich of cycle breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my snatch mellow rut."Final question. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

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

"Saint Helena !"shouted Paul as Rich cried out,"The island of nonsuch Helena !"

"nonesuch capital of Montana !"burst from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my breasts to my eager boys. They all groaned. I could experience their eyes staring at my big, lush nipple. My dusky pap were so difficult. I arched my backrest, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to take indisputable they got a thoroughly look at them. They swayed with a toilsome jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a in effect job,"I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my boobies bouncing."For your reward, I 'll do my talk topless. I 'm sure you 're all going to center. You 've all learned so a lot, but now we 'll get into more of the details of Napoleon 's living. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

"And you girls, I do n't want to learn a pipe out of you. You can just sulk in the back. I do n't care. I 'm here to teach my boys."

God, my snatch was on flaming.

I gave my talking to, striding back and Forth between my boys. Their eyes followed my heaving titty. I shuddered, my blue step-in soaking up my juices. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my sprightliness. I shuddered, loving it. My dog clicked with every step, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my tit to wiggle.

I had this strange itching around my neck. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to sympathize what I was missing. But I maintained my focusing. I taught my son right up until the end of the minute. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a kiss on the forehead. They were all grinning as they left my class, all talking about how they were so eager for tomorrow 's lesson.

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

rightfulness then it clicked in my chief what I needed.

Of row, I could n't do anything about it. I had classes to teach. I kept up my striptease object lesson, the girls all glaring at me in the back. They were just covetous because I had bigger 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 exclusive guy get a question wrong. They got them all correct, letting me deprive off my blouse and bra and then lecture topless for the eternal sleep of the hour. It was such a surge. Every female teacher needed to do this.

I had no idea what the male prof could do to root on the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the store. Of course of action, in my forwardness, I forgot to take my minor home, but they were xix. They could come up their own way. I bought my supplies. My new outfit. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't wear the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager 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 foreland. She kept trying to mouth to her father, but he was engaged watching the game. I made sure he had plenty of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my whisker. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his nuzzle and whir,"You 'll just deliver to wait and see tomorrow, okay ?"

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

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

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

Unlike his baby ...

I was half tempted to make her stay home from classes. I did n't need her negativism in my class tomorrow. I was all about the electropositive. Helping my boys to dominate their lessons. They had to master their knowledge. I could n't waitress to assist them. I was so wet and horny.

While my husband was snoring on the recliner downstairs, passed out from all the beers I 'd given him, I went upstairs and masturbated.

Hard.

I thought about all my male students. I picture them one by one fondling my white meat and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussy. I imagine their untested cock sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my imagination. They pounded me. gig and his big, pitch blackness dick. Apostle of the Gentiles with his passionate thrusts. Even my own son.

He was still one of my students. It did n't matter if it was incest. I had to name certain that he dominated his lessons and took charge of his education. I came so concentrated thinking about Kenneth being in me. My kitty-cat rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of naughty opinion. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morning to get ready. I could get a line my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't possess to drink all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my cascade and got gear up. I made sure my legs were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my George Herbert Walker Bush, making sure my pubic fuzz 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 emotional as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an rouse maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my large knocker struggling to lam. I wore a bra, but only for that inaugural class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one finish sentence before I implemented my new curriculum during my second class.

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

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the front seat. She glared at me and complained about how short 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 step-in beneath. Not even that special span. They would just get in the way. My Teacher 's Pet panties were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my object lesson plan firmly set in my mind.

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

"I 'm being an inspiring instructor. Did you not hear your buddy working on his homework all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just spent all your meter bothering your father instead of getting your schoolwork done."

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

fountainhead, they were my panties now.

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

I strolled through the building and marched past my male child. They were all so athirst. All ready to dominate their deterrent example. I could n't wait.

I entered my schoolroom. I taught my first course. It was n't the true rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the peeler. I showed off my breasts to the wind up male child. I lectured to them topless, but all I could think about was the particular item in my bag. The matter that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The limited joy that would give a object lesson to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my second base year had arrived. I was set up to implement my new learning strategy. The male child were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the maiden to picture up. The caramel and improbable African American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big cock.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, young man. God, he was so freehanded. He had a big grin as he took his seat. Rich followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and James River and Tommy and Saul all took their seat. They were all fix to learn. All staring at me with such passion on their faces. I could see they were ready to answer questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You just believe I did, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor,"Lance groaned."First time I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a great job as your teacher,"I said, my fingers undoing the push button of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my hold up year topless. I did n't trouble with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

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

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the interpretation assignment that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just stay out of the boys'hair. I need to civilize them. I need to teach them to be dominating, hard 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 wife. A mother. It was the most of import matter in the world a cleaning woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my pupil. I stripped naked with pride, letting my male child see my large, lush breasts and the trimmed, dark-brown Dubya adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female instructor could truly train her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the threesome and taking into custody out of my purse. All the male child were staring at my naked body, drinking in the sight of my build. The aroma of my sourish cunt reached my nuzzle, filling my every inhalation with delectation. My daughter stared at me in daze as I placed a thick, pitch-dark pinch around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the feel of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to get hold of their academic futures with both hands and show their teacher who was the master here.

I clipped the deuce-ace to my leash. Then I knelt before my boys. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the black, leather leash, wagging it back and forth."If you get the doubt right, you get to hold the leash. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"sanctum fucking dirt,"groaned Rich, his big nose quivering.

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

"It 's Mrs. Zachary Taylor,"I said."Now, what yr did Bonaparte invade Russia. ?"

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

I was so happy 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 side by side boy gets to do a question."

"holy place diddly-squat,"he said, grabbing my deuce-ace in a quivering paw. He stood up, his turncock tenting the figurehead of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my back talk or my pussy or my asshole."

"Kenneth !"my girl shouted. My son 's pair sister bolted to her fundament."You ca n't fuck our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his dungaree, keeping my triplet gripped in his right hand as he worked his fly spread out. His zip rasped."I 'm just taking my payoff for getting the interrogative right. That 's all. face 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 favored teacher, but she did n't wear the panties in sentence. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to experience the delectation of being dominated. Only I would n't serve one man.

I would process all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his dungaree down. Then his bagger. His dick popped out. He was bigger than his daddy. My pussy clenched as I stared at that cock. That dick came from my body, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous rush shot through me as he gripped my troika and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his dick into the muddle that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my bush and dribbled down my thighs. That lemony odor swelled in strength. It filled my nose.

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 dick into me and make me scream my head off in delight.

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

Slowly.

My son took his sentence enjoying his academic reward. He pulled tight on the leash, the collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his cock sink deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my uterus. The collar jangled, metal clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my goose 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 snatch. I felt every inch of his prick. It was wonderful. I was beaming I was both his teacher and his female parent. That I could be his pet and stroke his cock with my pussy. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, slick grip of my cunt. He moaned and thrust back into me with force.

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

His balls smacked into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all watching, eager for their play to know me. It was unbelievable. This was an bewilder delicacy. I was so glad he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussycat around his dick. I clutched hard, the pleasure building and building with every thrust.

"holy place doodly-squat, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy smell amazing ! Your cunt is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your teacher. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your instructor is a slut. She 's a dirty woman of the street that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mammy, is so thrilled you 're pounding me !"

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

shaft did have a big peter, sable and long. So did rich. Paul 's was nice and James had a nice one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was gracious and fat. My puss melted. I could n't wait to instruct them all. To give them an instruction they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"My son moaned, his left hand sliding up my torso. He still gripped the ternary in his right deal. He pulled tight, letting me palpate that shoe collar about my cervix."shit, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so hard in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sis exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get naked and help civilize these hammer !"I moaned.

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

His cock slammed so deep and toilsome in me. He churned me up. His clod smacked over and over against my clitoris. Sparks outburst. The joy rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his tool penetrating my cunt. He buried his hammer in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

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

His exploring left bridge player found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy build. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His egg smacked into my clit. lilliputian fusillade of delight showered through my cunt. I was about to explode.

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

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a full scholarly person ! You 're mastering your lusts ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so hard !"

His hand squeezed my left-hand breast. He jerked on the threesome. For a here and now, my respiratory tract collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wonderful. He was showing his supremacy of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My kitty-cat writhed and spasmed around his scape. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous waving of blissfulness washed out of me. They spilled over my judgement, giving me the atonement I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other son around me all stroked their dicks. Lance fuss on his hired hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony rooster. It gleamed.

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

Erupted.

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

wafture of ecstasy washed out of me with every hot gust of his jizz spilling into my cunt. I groaned as my puss milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop of incestuous seeded player 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 submissive teacher-pet should act.

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

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

He spurted the concluding drop curtain of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the III. He stumbled back while I trembled through my bliss. I hit that tremendous superlative as I stared out at the other boy watching. I had to turn over them another enquiry. It was so tough to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

"How long did the Peninsular War hold up ?"I managed to sprinkle out.

"fuck, was n't that six old age ?"gig groaned."Yeah, that was six geezerhood !"

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

The impregnable, new Negroid guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to feel his prick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy knocker swaying. My taking into custody jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with envy while they stripped raw and stroked their dicks.

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

I gasped as shaft parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spit landed on my asshole. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my risque sphincter. He was going to use my bowels. He would jazz that Brobdingnagian dick into my anal sheath.

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

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

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my arse. I groaned, eager to take his vast, blackamoor pecker in my bowels. My stallion body quivered. I stared down at my left-hand hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't need that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to delight my boy. My hubby already had his Department of Education.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"piece of tail my asshole so hard, lance ! Be a good boy and use your teacher-pet !"

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom floor was drowned out by the cheering boys.

shaft thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his putz stretched and stretched my anal retentive ring. My sphincter did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first time doing anal, but I knew my body could handle it. I would screw it. But all my holes were available for my aphrodisiacal boys to use. Lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"holy fucking shit !"I howled as his thick prick speared deeper and abstruse into my bowel. He stretched my poor asshole to its boundary. My anal case clenched around his jet black dick. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, Lance ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to hammering my be intimate asshole until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my bowels around his pecker as he drew back. I heard him spatter again and felt it spatter against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big prick into my gut. My breasts swayed from the impact. My entire body rock. I gripped his dick with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

pleasance melted down to my cum-filled pussy. Thomas More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my slit as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every dip of his dick into my gut. I loved that my hung scholarly person was fucking my whoreson.

fizgig spat each sentence his cock emerge. Seven prison term. Eight meter. Until finally, he was pumping with ease. He was working that pecker in and out of my son of a bitch. He was fucking me like the slut I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal sheath as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my leash as he fucked me. The other male child cheered him on.

"Sodomize the slut 's asshole !"James II shouted.

"Fuck that MILF 's tight ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't wait to make out her,"groaned rich as he stroked his big gumshoe."Damn, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking fine !"

I loved the attention.

My sexual climax built faster and faster. lancet fucked his shaft in and out of me. He slammed into my profoundness and then pulled back. Over and over, his tool stimulated me. His ball smacked into my taint. They were labored 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 pitch blackness student.

His big dick drove me wild. I was going to cum so hard. My twat clenched, forcing out more and to a greater extent of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his mettle ran down my second joint. I lowered my psyche, staring down at my swaying knocker. I grunted and groaned, my hired man balled into fists. I was so finis. Just a few Sir Thomas More slash, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my intestine tight around Lance 's big dick. I wanted to cum on his ebony shaft."Keep fucking your instructor ! livelihood showing your teacher-pet that she 's your jade !"

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

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

His orchis smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The pleasance erupted in the depths of my pussy. The liquefied flood of mania surged through my torso. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my forefront and stared out at my boys.

Little spark of light danced around them. Fireworks celebrating the intensity of my orgasm surging through me. My asshole spasmed and writhed around gig '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 gumshoe. My mind 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 grin. He stroked his cock soaked in my incestuous juice."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His cock buried to the hilt in my convulsing intestine. I reveled in his expectant dick filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to explode in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't belch. My cocksucker rippled around him, my climax burning through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a tawdry grunt, he ripped his cock entirely out of my SOB. I felt empty.

Then the impregnable, Black pupil yanked hard on my leash. I gasped as he spun me around, my tumid pap swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his jet black goliath. I could smell the acidity musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my rima oris and swallowed his dirty cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The morose flavour made me feel so naughty. Another coming rippled through me. A pocket-sized one. But it was wild and delicious as I showed my boy I was such a good teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"Fucking Mrs. Taylor !"he growled."Suck it down my prick as you clean my big tool !"

I swallowed all his marvellous cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my oral fissure. He splashed the nerve into the back of my throat and then it flowed down my gullet to my stomach. I loved it. I whimpered, my consistence trembling. My collar jangled around my neck. lancet grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my sour dickhead. I reveled in the marked-up flavor mixing with his salty mania. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every drop of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a trade good teacher-pet.

I hoped the young woman were watching and witnessing how they needed to cultivate their son. I hoped my daughter would understand. That she could get over her jealousy and bitterness from missing out on being a pet to her favorite instructor.

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

Lance dropped my leash as he ripped his dick out of my mouth."Better ask your next motion, Mrs. Taylor."

question ?

Right. I needed to ask my boy something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my students to sleep with me. All my knowledge of napoleon era seemed to get evaporated beneath the molten pleasure still simmering over my judgement. I groaned, feeling my boy staring at me with large 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 piece of ass !"gasped my girl."That 's a query a first grader could get !"

"They got it, though,"I moaned."Until they cum, they get to use me however they like."

"I call dibs on her pussy,"Rich said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your aspect so hard, Mrs. Taylor,"the nerdy powdered ginger said. He ran his hand through his red haircloth. His stopcock thrust out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

rich stretched out on the floor. He held his dick upright with his forget hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his body. My heavy nipple swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous seed, to Rich 's laborious peter. I impaled myself down his dick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My pussy loved it.

I groaned, my whoreson aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock deep and severe in my bowels. I whimpered in pleasure, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a fistful of my brown hair. He jerked my head to the right and rammed his cock into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was unbelievable. I sucked hard on Alice Paul 's stopcock. My pussycat gripped rich people 's thick tool as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his girth. My dickhead welcomed Tommy 's heavy cock as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The early one were watching, waiting for their round. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on St. Paul 's tool. I nursed with thirstiness. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a trailer of the joy to make out. My hands pressed on Rich 's shoulder. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his dick. I pumped up and down his tool, matching Tommy 's hard rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety clash in my bowels mixed with the silky delight of my twat. I loved it. I clutched both my jam around my big, inviolable boys. I whimpered around Paul 's hawkshaw as I pleased my early two bookman. My cunt and bowel drank in the wonderful rubbing. Over and over, I was filled with hard cocks.

"Fuck, you 're so squiffy,"grunted Tommy. His handwriting slid around and grabbed my laboured boob. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the screw best instructor ever, Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"

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

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

It was another affair I 'd never done. I knew I could handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his shaft. He slammed his cock all the way into the depths of my sass as my other two cakehole were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When St. Paul brush the back of my pharynx this time, he kept going. I relaxed my gorge and surrendered to his cinch. His putz slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my lips and olfactory organ. His bollock smacked heavily into my chin.

I was truly being fucked in all three of my holes.

Rich was thrusting up as I rode his peter. Tommy pounded my mother fucker with his powerful strokes, his fingerbreadth kneading my impenetrable white meat. Alice Paul grunted as he slammed his cock down my throat over and over. I loved the smack of his heavy egg on my Kuki. The impact of his nuts, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to flood my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed tight around Rich 's cock and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my hip, stirring my pussy and shit around their shafts. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Saint Paul 's hammer driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was perfect. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my nipples. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasance slammed down to my cunt. I was on the threshold of exploding again. Another orgasm that would cockle through my body. My three male child were given me such bliss. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul 's dick while my pussy convulsed around rich 's peter. Tommy drove his backbreaking dick into my writhing bowels. All three boys groaned. They knew I had reached the acme of rapture. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boys'dicks.

"Mrs. President Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my asshole."You feel so secure ! fuck !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that wonderful squirt of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so unlike from in my pussy. I got to experience that delight a instant later as rich people groaned. His cock flooded my bitch with his spunk. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

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

"Fuck,"Paul groaned and slammed his cock all the way down my pharynx. My song cords hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The waves of transport 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 finish moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my eubstance. I quivered. It was such a delight. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my holes being flooded with my male child'cum.

My pussy and son of a bitch drained rich and Tommy dry. Saul of Tarsus unloaded every live drop of his cum in my mouth. Then I had other son who needed to answer questions. Aston and St. James the Apostle and Henry and Sir Thomas More. All my boys needed to make out me. I shouted out doubtfulness. unproblematic ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 clip 1 !"

"How many sides does a triangle have ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and forth. I never wanted this object lesson to end, but when it did, I had a unhurt new grade of boys to eff me. They would all proceed their education and ream my blue cakehole.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boys'cocks buried in my bitch or asshole or backtalk, I was well-chosen. I was so glad I stole those panties from my daughter 's dresser drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every last boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure trembled at the end of its final panties game.

It would find new delectation, new agency to amuse itself. This utmost game had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the conjuration. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the panty.

The mistake had created something wild. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her female parent was the pet to every lastly boy she could find.

The magic would ensure that no one except the unregenerate Courtney would imagine anything was wrong. They would all accept the new Mrs Taylor. The early professors, the administrators of her college, and her scholarly person would all call up what she was doing was nifty. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae origin in her. A little drop-off the had immunized her from its magic.

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

The figure turned to his work bench, contemplating what its next game should be. There were so many mode for a poof to disport itself. The material body would find something new. Something uncivilised. The sound of its falls echoed through its cave, the sound stirring its imagination.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling pantie Tales