Mind-Control panty

tarradiddle Three : Sexy Little delectation

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

The number entered the vent depot. It was one step above a penny-pinching memory board, not the sort of berth that panties in the trend that the figure made were sold. No naughty delectation to titillate a young woman 's wanton desires. No voguish clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the public figure knew these couplet panties was needed here.

The physique was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold packet of plain, boring panty, so similar to the type worn by the last young lady the flesh had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cerise red panties with those bold, dingy letter of the alphabet surrounded by a shimmering Ag borderline.

Sexy Delight.

The image kept walk, knowing that particular young lady, ling moth miller, would be along in moments.

broom was a improbable girl, eighteen, wearing a baggy, gray dress to hide the voluminousness of her digit. Curvy and lush, her amplitude overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would drool over. The type of good joy that would grace their wet ambition and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to show off her bod. Not with her mother, purity Miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the blandest, most unflattering clothes potential.

Her daughter would persist pure.

Heather did n't mind. She was a quiet missy who obeyed her mother. Shy. She was n't like one of those trashy girls."All started out,"her female parent would like to say."You 're my good, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When Calluna vulgaris saw the pair of panties casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrible mistake. Those scanty did not belong here. She had popped into the store to run a quick errand. Normally, she would never shop for clothing without her female parent 's being present. She only passed this especial kiosk by coincidence. She snatched up the panties merely to deliver them to the right shop worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the words printed on them, Sexy delight. The flock stirred a strange, pensive longing through her soul.

The braid of long, black haircloth swung down her back as she stared at those glittering alphabetic character. Would anyone ever think I was sexy ? she thought.

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

Scots heather knew she should n't do this. That it was awry. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the step-in and pressing them to her purse. She pushed it cryptic, burying it beneath all the accoutrement rattling around in her purse. Her nerve tan with shame, but she rationalized her action by simply reminding herself that these scanty clearly were n't the store 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato peeler to replace the one that had broken last night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried domicile, her purse feeling supererogatory heavy despite how little the pair of panties weighed.

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Why did I hire these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred time since the premature evening. I could n't explicate it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting set up for college, but I had n't even gotten out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting panties on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So burnished and colorful. They were for a pretty missy. A painted sporting lady. Not for a plain Jane like me.

There was a wet heat energy between my thighs. It was something I rarely paid aid to. Sometimes, I felt that shameful heat when in the shower and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to gaze at a particularly handsome boy at her college. The case of boy my mother always warned me about.

boy like my father.

"You do n't want to ever conjoin a boy,"Mother often told me."He 'll leave alone you. Just like your father did. They want painted cyprian, not a Plain Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your begetter still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever depart me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightie. I could hear mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My with child breasts swayed before me as I pulled down the twosome of pale blue panties I wore to bed, the spook of periwinkle so faded it practically was White River. I worked the cotton wool off my thigh and glanced at the garish couple. I could n't believe I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could make believe.

Was there anything really wrong with that ?

It was n't like any the son would find me. They would never do it I had them on beneath my long annulus. That I was wearing something with those naughty Word on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two words increase that passion between my thigh. I glanced down at my black bush, gasping at the sight of moisture beading on my pubic hairs. My cheeks burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red scanty and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electrical tingling racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and building interior of me.

What was amiss with me ?

I whimpered, my large breasts swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The material clung to my thighs then my rump. I had to work the stretchy fabric up and over my fatten rear. I shuddered, my hands adjusting the elastic waistband about my hips. They rode lower than they should. They fit so tight. Where they too small for me ?

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

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

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A tenacious, dark bird and a hoar blouse that button all the way up to my neck, the sleeve going all the way to my wrist. It was loose to hide my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to constrain such unwieldy, magnanimous bosom like mine. I slipped the set around my body and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the male child would n't actualize just how busty I was.

"Even a knit stitch Jane will make the male child sniffing around her if they realize she has big titty,"mother would say."Just like that harlot cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the grayish blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid gesture. It fit loose on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the collar. The bottom fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the farseeing, black skirt. I stepped into it as my female parent called my gens again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the rear end of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my left side and fit snugly around my waistline. I smoothed the material, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my wind cone and pulled them on as fast as I could.

"Heather Miller,"female parent cried for a thirdly clock time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the threshold, my black pilus swaying a thick braiding behind me. I was so aflutter after taking those step-in home, that I forgot to undo it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't consume to spend the clock time to study braided this morning.

Those gamey panties gripped my backside as I headed down the stairs. The cloth seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my physique. It felt so wrong. So naughty. That heat between my thigh swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My female parent peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, wan dress decorated with paisley flowers. It was as conservative as mine, the collar snug about her neck, the sleeve descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"Well, there you are,"she said."Let me make a flavor at you."

I came close to her, waiting for her review. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious step-in I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulders down to my human elbow, smoothing the framework into my skin. She gripped me there, eyes flicking up and down my torso. She frowned.

The prickling rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, Mother ?"I asked.

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

I trembled. I wanted to confess 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 cypher it out,"she said.

My belly roiled. How could she know ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the warmheartedness glowing in my cheeks ?

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

"Yes, Mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a diminished breakfast nook lay. There were two bowling ball of cream wheat berry, plain and young. It was n't that stuff made from instant. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the lily-white porridge, hoping it would aid get back my stomach. Mother stared at me the entire sentence across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the thick gist, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in opinion. My racy sex clenched. My tit felt so close in my bra. Constricted.

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

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

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

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stunned surprise.

"You know, you 're such a delight. Maybe, I have been a little too exacting with you. You 're eighteen. A womanhood grown. I forget that sometimes."

"Oh, it 's okay, Mother,"I said."I do n't want to be one of those painted harlots."

mother pursed her sassing. Her handwriting were on my shoulders, rubbing me. All the warmth of her fingers bled through the material. I swallowed as she kept touching my arms. It was so ... strange. Then her hands moved to the front man of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a back button.

"okay, that 's gross,"she said."Let 's get you to school."

I nodded, my scrape feeling so let on. I mean, the open blouse only showed off my clavicle. The reverend 's married woman showed off this much tegument. I should n't sense at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my brake shoe scuffling along as I dragged my feet. My thought whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the rider bottom, 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 buttock warm. I hated reminding her of that chesty harlot who stole Daddy from our life. Her oculus 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 certainty that she knew about my wicked panty and was trying to thread the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few buttons of my blouse was some sort of strange 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 impertinence warmed to a greater extent at the sight of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his fuzz dark and curtly. I tried not to think those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so tender and juicy, his facial expression would appear in my nous. It made me desire to partake myself. To maltreat myself.

Not that I ever would.

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

My buttock went flaming hot.

"mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

"You need to relax,"female parent said."You 're such a pleasure. Why, I bet the boys will love you."

My heart were so all-inclusive at that. Boys ?"Are you okay, Mother ?"

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling great. Just staring at you is making me feel all warm. 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 Holy Scripture bag on my lap, not sure what to do. My mother opened the door and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big breasts. Then he would part to lust after a plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my longsighted dame rustling. I was so aware of my exhibit cleavage. I felt my breasts jiggling like they were fighting to escape my bra. I wanted to melt away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"female parent said, taking my hand and leading me towards Chris and the early two boy."Does n't my girl just appear pretty ?"

My eyes widened."mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet delight ?"Mother asked. Her hired man swept down my back 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 meld 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 in shallow intimation, not to let my bosom dude, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my chest bulge 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 back of his headway."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You think ?"mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another button. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the other boys, could see the pick semblance of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. mother give my blouse further, her paw brushing across my bosom. My nipple were unvoiced. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. Wicked shiver raced through me.

"Now what you think ?"mother asked."I know she 's not wearing the most flattering clothes, but you ca n't deny how beautiful my girl is. And look at those delightful breasts."

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a fiddling jiggle. The male child were all staring at me like beast. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My boldness were so warm. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumbs brushed my tit again, my slit growing wet. I could feel it. These naughty succus were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked panties I wore.

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

She had to jazz about the panties. She kept saying that Logos : delight. I could feel those letters burning across my rump.

mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my exposed chest, my bra peeking out of my unlaced blouse. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To ill-use myself like a sinful girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The boy parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their heart running up and down my pulp. They knew I was chesty. That my breasts were plentiful. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the strange excitement shooting through me.

boy liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering warmheartedness shot through me as I entered my college, other students noticing me. young lady gasped in shock while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My tress of pilus swept behind me down to my tail end. It swayed with my pace. My female parent 's skin senses burned across my skin. The panty were so tight, cupping my croup, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

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

"Mother thought I should ... prove off my delicious tit,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my superfluity. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help but thrust my mammilla out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the guys looking at me. Hungering for me.

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

I nodded, heading towards my number one 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 champaign Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a plain Jane, Calluna vulgaris. You 're precious. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would bolt down to throw pap as big as yours."She looked around."All the former girls are staring at you. They 're seeing how busty you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

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

"I do n't know,"I said, too scared to mention the step-in and the D word printed on them. I drew in a deep breath, my chest rising and falling. My breasts rising and falling. Boys groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why miss want to present off their flesh and appeal boys'attention. Now I was starting to sympathise it. It made me feel so naughty. So wicked and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A sexy delight. A shiver ran through me as I entered my classroom and my teacher, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the sight of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back straight like always, wishing my bra did n't squeeze my breasts 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 serve the girlish giggle that fit from my lips. I had never made such a sound before in my life, but it made him grinned large. 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 lecture like always. I felt all those male child staring at me. They were paying aid to me, not the teacher. I could n't avail the smiling on my lips. I could n't help taking delight in it. This was double-dyed. I wish I had done this before. My snatch was so juicy and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my example when the door opened and my mother walked in holding shopping bags. Everyone 's head word snapped over. The credit card rustled. I blinked at the deal of her as she hurried over me.

"I bought these as fast as I could,"mother said."I 'm so sorry for making you wear that baggy dress. Do n't concern, your female parent will stool you into a aphrodisiacal delight."

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

"It 's approve,"she said, a broad smile on her lip. She dropped the shopping bag of dress on the desk."Mother is going to have 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, wild frisson racing through my pussy.



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

The earth had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful rut rushed through me as female parent 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 pantie cause her to realize the truth ?

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

As I shrugged out of my blouse, Mother reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I groaned as the pressure was taken off my titty. They spilled out, large and pillowy soft, hanging with their heavy weight. Both my nipples were surd, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my astray areolas. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight of them.

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

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

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

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

"hell on earth yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my breasts the net wring, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending waves of heat washing down to my juicy puss. My cunt—that was such a naughty Holy Writ to use for my kitty-cat ; it made me feel so mischievous intellection it—clenched. I had this deep aching inside of me. I needed something to get across my vestal deepness. I glanced at Chris, sighting the gibbousness of his cock.

I excited him.

mother 's custody reached my skirt. She fumbled at the cincture, searching for the fastener. She found it while my physical structure trembled. My big, exposed boob swaying. Every boy watched them, their eye tracking the svelte movement of my plentiful tits.

"I ca n't believe I made you wear this scraps bag,"mother said as she yanked the bird down my peg."But, ooh, what are you wearing ? You naughty girl."

savour !

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

"Sexy pleasure,"female parent read."So you already knew. I should 've let you tire out stuff like this long time ago. I 'm so sorry, Heather. I 'm going to be a just female parent now. Mmm, you 're going to be my aphrodisiacal delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my rose hip and turned me, letting all the son see those juicy panties clinging to my ass. Her hand pushed down on the centre of my back, bending me over halfway. My tit swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his interpreter so throaty. female parent 's hand kept fondling over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my purulent ache. I grew so wet.

SMACK !

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

"Mmm, yes, you are a sexy delight, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new clothes. Obviously, you have the staring pair of panty for this skirt !"

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

Mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide the waistcloth of the skirt, ready for me to step into it. My with child tits jiggled as I did just that, my tress swaying down my binding. First, my right leg and then my left wing leg slipped into the bird. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my satiny calfskin, brushing my silky thighs.

I groaned as her touching climbed high-pitched and higher. I knew I should n't savour my mother touching me, but it just felt so racy rightfulness now. All the boys were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying white meat with glossy eyes.

Mother pulled the annulus up and over my behind. The waistband hugged low on my hips, the skirt barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would flash my naughty scanty and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what eccentric of girlfriend I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a arch whine that had my large boob swaying and brushing together.

My pap throbbed. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to reach my pussy, but I was surrounded by my schoolfellow. No masturbating right now. I would have to wait until I got home to bask myself for the first time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"mother purred."I did n't quite know what your flop size of it was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't consider your classmates will mind. Right, Chris ?"

"No way, Mrs. milling machine,"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 throb. This wicked heat pellet down to my racy pussy. I groaned as my panties felt so soaked. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my puss ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as picayune fabric as the chick. There were no sleeves. It looked like a tube of raspberry-red cloth, the same hue as my panties. How could that handle anything ?

"subdivision 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 thermionic tube top down my arms and worked it down my head. 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 teat drank in the rasp grain of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the cloth, making sure that fit my vauntingly white meat perfectly.

"There you are,"female parent said, beaming. She clapped her hands on my cheeks."My sexy delight."

I gasped as she gave me a kiss on the sassing. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this wild spate through me. All the male child exploded into applause. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a large number of copycat. I shuddered as the auditory sensation rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, Calluna vulgaris,"female parent said, giving me another grin."I 'm going to be busy shopping and buy you a whole new wardrobe. I 'll find fault you up some interesting things to designate you."

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my cunt tingling. Gosh, I really, really desire to wreak with myself. My fingers itched should just slide beneath my unretentive, short skirt.

"Have a good day, Chris,"female parent 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 hunger as I sat down. My big chest bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just unwrap for everyone to crave over. The cloth gripped my breasts, letting them swing free. They were without support for the first time in my life sentence. I could finger everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a aphrodisiacal delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so foil. So aegir to do things. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from class to year like a hungry plurality of dogs. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could feel them pacing outside, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his lips, his cock hard.

My Virgo kitty-cat ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my body in my new clothing. When I had to crouch over, I could finger my skirt sliding high and higher, revealing the bottomland slope my ass, then more and more of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the blue panties. I knew some of the glittering letters were peeking out, bright-blue case printed on cherry fabric.

My chest would persuade at the little movement. The stretchy tube-shaped structure top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My areolas. The framework was so thin you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valiant endeavor to overcharge up my pick, but I started feeling the naughty succus trickling down my thighs. My annulus was so short, the bozo had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't have to buy my tiffin today. All the guy cable were so eager 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 little girl in the populace. I had never been happy. I hummed in pleasure, my shoulder swaying, making my titties bound for the boys'enjoyment. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When lunch ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this rapacious grin on his lips."Would you like to come over to my house ? You know, hang out. hear to some music. Just relax."

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

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

He grinned at me, and then the gamy boy gave my ass a squeeze. He felt my rump, making me shudder.

I was giddy all through my finale few classes. Chris wanted to make love to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy body while all alone at his menage. I could n't look to tell Mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just clutch my desk, my entire body vibration, all the male child tracking the sway of my Brobdingnagian tits.

Finally, category were over. Chris was prepare to take me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I emerged from my biology class, marking his territory. A naughty shiver rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange feel as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed mixed-up. I did n't worry. I was going home with Chris.

My poor, virgin pussy would finally get the satisfaction 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 halls, my breasts bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the other guy scowled.

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

My mother was waiting for me out-of-door. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather skirt and matching corset she wore, the dark garment lifting her own surprisingly orotund breasts into exuberant cumulus. She had healed, thigh-high rush and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

"That 's my sexy delight, not yours,"Mother said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather skirt was so curt 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 !"

Mother seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant segmentation. She stared into my eyes as her free helping hand cupped my face. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was different from the in the first place one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her glossa jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my pussy, my pantie tingling around my slit and rump. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching boys fusillade into the whoops and hollers. This was so bewildering. I could n't believe this was happening. mother was kissing me. I trembled, my breast pressing into her corset, my nipples throbbing and aching.

mother broke the kiss, her eyes wild."I 've been thinking about you all day !"she groaned."How sexy you are. How delicious you look in those dress. Your white meat. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your pussy. Oh, god have I been thinking about your twat. You want to see how wet you made your mother ?"

"Mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So powerful. In control. She 'd dominated me my integral sprightliness. 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 wicked scent 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,"female parent moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new dress, imagining using all your new plaything, just thinking about your sexy delight has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your nerve buried beneath my annulus and see how wet you made your female parent !"

I lifted the movement of female parent 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, brown bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy rim were thick, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her succus, that spicy perfume filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her cunt, drinking in her visual aspect. I spotted this little bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

"Eat your female parent 's cunt !"a guy howled.

"Just devour her, you sexy hussy !"

"God, your female parent 's a filthy dike !"

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my life. I tried to press it. I tried to venture I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty working girl, I wanted to bury my look between those dipsomaniac tit. I wanted to be the one to whoop it up in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty joy. Now get that facial expression buried in my snatch and make me cum. You have to love me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my brass into her twat. I licked and lapped and caressed her folds. Her spicy juices coated my clapper. Cunt was like zilch I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hands grabbed her hips as I stroked my tongue through those thick rim. Her pick coated my chin. My cheeks. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

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

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy delight,"mother moaned."Play with my clit. Oh, yes, act with that little bud."

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

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

How could she do that ? Mother did n't ingest a cock.

I did n't know. I did n't handle. I just pressed my sassing into her duncish pussy backtalk. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my tongue into her astuteness, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. More and more of her spicy cream poured into my mouth. The flavor ignited my taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this wicked maven rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The sunniness rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to make my female parent cum. That dirty, tight word for that thing I was never allowed to have. The joy I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother make water me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so astonish. Like the expectant thing in the world. I wanted to give her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy mouth. I sucked on her clitoris. I made her gasp and moan, her magnanimous breasts 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 arrive at her explode.

I sucked on mother 's clit. She gasped and squealed out in joy. She whimpered. Her beautiful sounds echoed through the air. Her juices gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my sass and ran down my Kuki and cheeks. I tried to bat them up, but there was so much spicy cream.

"Oh, yes, my sexy, pussy-licking delectation !"female parent howled."I 'm cumming !"

Mother sounded like she was in Eden. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so wonderful. I could n't wait for my spell to experience it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy jackass, gathering up all the incestuous pick that spilled out of her. My body trembled from the shiver of this naughty, wanton act.

"holy prick, Heather actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

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

"raw sienna that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty Logos, my torso trembling as I kept licking. female parent shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a groan, she took a step back, pulling her kitty from my face. I trembled, my big tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy tone of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"Mother said, wrenching open the rider door.

She reached into a bag, the outside flowing grey with a brace of black lips on the battlefront. She wrenched out the bright, pink object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the gibe. It had section almost like a Caterpillar 's body. My virginal pussy clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The early end was capped by a smooth testis. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her teat saturnine red.

She thrust the bellying end of the dildo up between her thighs. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her kitty. Her heart widened as the other end of the dildo stab out from beneath her skirt. It was like she had her own peter.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

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

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

"If you had, I 'd bear to whip your ass for touching my sexy delectation,"mother said."Now you, crouch over the lens hood of the car, dropped his panties, and fix for female parent to get it on you.

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned, so eager to obey.

My tits heaved as I hopped to my feet. My short doll flared, flashing my cherry-red panties and those racy run-in at the boys. I darted for the car, my big mamilla heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my pinhead into the bonnet. My nipples throbbed at the liaison, drinking in the marvelous feel of the locomotive engine 's heat bleeding through the metal. My manus flicked up my annulus, my hips wiggling as I felt all those centre on me, especially Mother's.

My thumb hooked the waistband of my scanty. I thrust them off my rump, groaning as I exposed my juicy cunt, my bush soaked by my excitement.

My mother clicked her tongue in aggravation."All that pilus has to go,"she said."When we get home, I 'll teach you how to groom your cunt."

"Yes, mother !"I gasped, so eager for that.

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

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

"I 'll give birth that tattoo on your abject back. A tramp stamp that will let everyone know that your mommy 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot flesh. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my button before pressing on my maidenhead. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so make for female parent 's fake cock to ram into me to clear me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd give me such pleasance. She 'd have me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy lips, savoring the flavor of her puss as all the son cheered :"POP THAT cherry tree !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

Mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a discriminating flash of pain sensation that was swallowed by a tidal wave of rapture. The dildo slammed into my profundity, the segmented physical structure caressing my silky shape. I groaned, my deflower cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her crotch smacked into my derriere, my 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 segment pop out of my pussycat, leaving just the tip in me. With a groan, mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, thick dick into my cunt, the delight rippling through me.

My font scrunched up with seventh heaven. maven burst across my middle. I gasped and groaned, my hip joint wiggling, stirring my kitty around her thrusting toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my articulatio humeri, watching her right boob bounce, the left wanting to relegate disengage of her corset. Her face twisted with such piece delight as she pounded my deflowered pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old twat hard and fast.

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

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

"You 're gon na tire makeup and look like a painted harlot. My painted harlot. I 'll buy you a breast heart. 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 bed me, mother !"

I was unrestrained. febrile. Her every thrusting brought me tightlipped and closer to that wonderful blowup. My first climax. I was so shake for it. She slammed the thickset dildo so deep in me, the segments caressing my silky form. She churned my pussy up. I hurtled towards that rapt moment.

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

"roll in the hay your daughter until she comes like a prostitute !"

"Oh, my footling fornicatress 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"Mother hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my haircloth and yanked my head teacher up. My bosom bounce before me as I gasped. My kitty-cat clenched around the segmented dildo.

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

She shoved my electron tube top up, my heavy breasts spilling into her squeezing grip. Her fingernails bit into my left over tit as she controlled me. It felt so terrific. She was in care of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How hard 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.

Fireworks detonated inside me as my slit convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My flesh spasmed and writhed about that amazing shaft plunging over and over again into my puss. It was beyond password. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the pleasure rushed through my eubstance. I whimpered, shuddering.

undulation of exaltation slammed through my body. They drowned my mind. I came so difficult, spots of light outburst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my weighed down mammilla heaving, my leave alone breast clutched in mommy 's tight bag. Her right hand gripped my hair, keeping my straits pulled back as I cried out my raptus for the stallion college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, broom !"

"A dyke strumpet for your Mother !"

"Way to go, Mrs. Miller ! You made that little working girl cum !"

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

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

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

"I 'm my Mother 's slutty, aphrodisiac delight !"I howled as my orgasm peaked in me.

I was going to enjoy the rest of my submissive life.

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The human body smiled, gladiolus that the scanty were appreciated. The physical body was aegir for the adjacent pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic orgy, the colors all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic passion. A single word, each letter printed in unlike, cheap color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The frame stroked each character, eager to go shopping again.

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