Mind-Control Panties

report 15 : Becoming a Submissive instructor Pet

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading material this !

The flesh trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled scanty it had made. The fun of this secret plan was exquisite. It savored shaping Pres Young girls'minds into its sluts. Turning good girls into whores, bad lady friend into virgins, and a unhurt host of former risque designs. But too lots of a goodness affair was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The frame slipped unnoticed through the department store. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its waterfall 's conjuration that this was the perfect place to find her. To find the daughter who would wear the special scanty. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and free. On the back, in white letter of the alphabet, was written : teacher 's Pet. A wonderful twain of panties for a Lester Willis Young missy to wear.

A young missy taught by a hunky professor.

The pattern reached where the department storehouse sold its lingerie. It passed through a video display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to pull the care of Danton True Young cleaning woman who were shopping with their mothers. One such daughter was about to get in. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

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

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humans. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The mortals'attending were on other things. On material consumerism. The occult was n't for them. The name trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling step-in'plot began.

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

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minutes behind her blood brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair's-breadth, the mother kept hers short while the daughter 's fell in a long and riotous wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar cheekbones. Courtney had blue eye from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breath caught as she stared at that exceptional pair. The word of honor and white varsity letter beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

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

The daughter gave a slight nod, utterly entranced by the scanty. 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 prof at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own chronicle course of instruction."Well, those are cute panty. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the pantie. The tingle rippled through her. Her teat hardened while her judgment cerebration of Mr. Rainier. And catch. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the girl noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one pair of the panties that the two womanhood bought. A 1 particular that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Taylor did n't even remember the panties by the prison term they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's word of advice dueled with the sudden lust to endure those panties and get her favorite teacher 's pet. Something in her rakehell recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's elbow room, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was xix, but I had been doing her laundry for so retentive it was second nature to me. I set the handbasket atop her bureau, careful not to commove her unicorn statue, and opened the top draftsman.

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 Apple. I blinked, remembering a calendar month ago we were shopping and she 'd corrupt these. I picked them up, a strange tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipples hardening.

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

instructor 's Pet.

Those Son echoed in my psyche. I did n't be intimate why, but I found myself slipping the step-in into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my psyche, confused why I would steal my daughter '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 wear them, so it must be all rightfield for me to use up them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing panties intended for a instructor 's pet.

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

The idea set my psyche alight with bore expectation for the rest 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 pauperism. I did n't arrest to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itching, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch up it.

I struggled to sleep, my intellect filled with strange icon. Collars. scholar. It was all such a blur. A melange of sexual impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the succeeding morning.

The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the Lapplander size, after all. I might be twenty-two eld elderly than her, but I still had a large flesh. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so unlike than my usual, drill panties.

I trembled as I left the original 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 Conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a little blue cut. I wanted to really evince off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my W.C., the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy cumulus.

I threw open my press and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in class. It was blue and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how a good deal material body it showed off.

It was far more than than I usually revealed.

But it was cunning. I took it off its hanger and slipped my weaponry into the arm. I loved the look of the silk against my flesh. I worked the buttons, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the eternal sleep of my vauntingly expanse of pleasant-tasting cleavage exposed.

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

I slid my mitt up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my white meat. I squeezed them. The panties tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my boys. I needed to help them pay 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 pull in 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 tingles soothed away whatever popped into my judgment that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my skirt. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't practically I could do, but I had great leg and a Nice ass.

My curve would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a pair of five-inch hound, not my common apartment. I knew they would help to give definition to my ass and human body to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could pick up my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their dawning chore. As I reached the freighter of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a bounteous, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin babe, his chocolate-brown pilus cut brusque. A big smiling spread across his lips as his gaze rippled up and down my body.

"Well, mom, wow."

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

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

"What 's so improper with this outfit ?"I asked."Your brother likes it."

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

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

"A corpse would pay attention to you, Mom,"Courtney muttered. She turned around and thrust the milk into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my husband was upstairs taking his tenacious cascade. He would just induce a cup of coffee before heading out to his business office job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't aid but lean over and give him an inspiring video display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my male child.

I had both my Gemini in my sec stratum. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to run with the gravid button of my blouse and ease up my boy a treat. Courtney was in the form, but I hardly thought about her. She was a young woman. She did fine in schooling on her own.

I needed to centre all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walkway out of the household, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a full boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the breast seat lots to Kenneth 's disappointment.

I rolled my eyes. She and her pal were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a time, when they were children, when they did everything together. Then puberty happened.

I was indisputable another tenner they would be in effect friends. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till xix 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 thighs. Class today would be terrific. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just have it off me. I would educate them. I 'd build my boy so bright and smart. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my tumid breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boy were staring at me. Even the 1 I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my hound, my hips swaying. I felt my doll whisper over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thigh. I loved the bound to my tits. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

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

I perched on a can in presence of my initiative class, legs crossed, all the boys crowding up the strawman 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 error that all the boys were more interest in learning instead of drooling over their strumpet'tight, young bodies. The boy were finally gratuitous of the distraction of all those barely legal prostitute.



My boys'hormones were focused on training now.

It just felt so powerful. But, as I taught that commencement class, I felt like the boy just were n't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the double-dyed mind while my first grade filed out and I had to wait for the educatee of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat front and center before me, a big grin on his expression."shit, mom, I am so cook to learn about account from you today."

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

Courtney, who was slinking into the back of the elbow room, gagged. I did not screw what was up with that missy today.

The early boy all perked up when they walked in. rich people, a tall guy with blonde hair and a big nozzle sat to the right of my son while Lance, a buff and marvelous Black guy took the seat to his left. For once, he looked eagre to learn as he stared at me perched on the stool, his albumen teeth flashing between his thick lips. Paul came in adjacent, a nerdy guy with red whisker and freckles across his grimace. Today, he did n't face drill because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the presence row and with his vertebral column straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and Jesse James and Tommy all flooded into the front end 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 principal at the sight of me, I said,"trade good morning, boys. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such eager hunger. I would puddle 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 urinate a game of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a large second power just begging to be popped through its grummet."For every question individual gets right, a button will come in undone on my blouse."

A low, thirsty groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four push button on my blouse. Each interrogative sentence you get mighty, I 'll unmake one. Four questions, and then I can direct my blouse off, Next, I can—"

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her understructure. She smacked both her workforce down onto her desk."What the perdition ?"

"Courtney, you need to be calm, sit down, and let me instruct my class."

"Thatch your class ?"she gasped, this spirit of shock on her face."Mom, you 're talking about doing a peeler for the boys."

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

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

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

"Yeah,"wrick said, his big nose so bold face. I heard what they said about men with big noses ...

A hot lunar time period rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my stool."Now, if the young woman would like to be in force and not break us, I 'll begin."

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

"OK, what was the date that Napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the beginning square release through its loop, I purred,"That 's correct, Kenneth. Such a bright boy."

James licked his mouth as he stared at my blouse opening, my large boob still constrained. He could see the black bra now, half exposed.

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

Paul got his bridge player up first. The powdered ginger had such a Brobdingnagian grin on his facial expression."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned, my mammilla pressing hard against my bra. I popped the second release through its grummet. My blouse was halfway undone, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the easy 1 are over, let 's dig into some real history,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italy ?"

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

I clapped my hands together in delight."Well done."My finger popped the third push through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my belly."That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Oesterreich ?"

It was King James 's bout to buck up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was twenty-six, right ?"

"You 're not sure ?"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 right,"I moaned.

I popped the last release through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my smooth belly and my large boob constrained in my black bra. All the girls were shaking their heads in the book binding of the classroom. I did not wish if they disapproved of my puzzle way of inspiring my male child. The striptease was perfect. My boys were all so occupy. They were all recalling matter right that they normally would draw a blank.

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

I loved these risque panty I wore. They were so inspiring. shudder rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my twat as my male pupil salivated over me. Young men were such hornlike things. I was so happy I was channeling their lustfulness in an appropriate direction. They would learn so much as they stared at my ample flesh.

I could n't hold back to wank when I got home.

"Now, why did Napoleon invade 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 France while simultaneously choking off the British trade route through the Mediterranean Sea they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said,"You are such an intelligent, 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 prof,"Lance muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now,"I said, reaching behind me and finding the clasp of my bra."Get this next one right wing, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lucullan tits. I know how you boys like them large and easygoing and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a plurality of thirsty heel all wanting to mount the Saame gripe. I shuddered, my neck opening 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 cunt burned. I ached to have-to doe with myself so badly.

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

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

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

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

I brought my hands to the battlefront, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the strap off my berm, showing the boys that nil was holding my bra on my breasts except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

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

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

"You 're the best fucking teacher ever,"Tommy groaned.

"I love you, Mom !"Kenneth moaned."Ask the dubiousness. I want to see those tits."

Courtney gagged. She was just jealous that her brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a span of round tit. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my purulent dissolve oestrus."final question. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

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

"nonpareil Helena !"shouted Saint Paul as rich people cried out,"The island of saint Helena !"

"saint capital of Montana !"burst from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my bosom to my eager boys. They all groaned. I could feel their optic staring at my big, lush mamilla. My dark-skinned pap were so hard. I arched my back, thrusting my mamilla out before me. I wanted to make certain they got a good look at them. They swayed with a big joggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a good job,"I said, hopping off my BM. That really made my boobies bounce."For your reward, I 'll do my lecture topless. I 'm surely you 're all going to concentrate. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into more of the particular of Napoleon 's life. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

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

God, my pussy was on flack.

I gave my lecture, striding back and Forth River between my boys. Their middle followed my heaving breasts. I shuddered, my naughty panties soaking up my succus. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my lifetime. I shuddered, loving it. My heels clicked with every gradation, giving a wanton careen to my hips.

That helped my breasts to wiggle.

I had this unusual itching around my neck. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to understand what I was missing. But I maintained my focus. I taught my boy right up until the end of the hour. 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 social class, all talking about how they were so tidal bore for tomorrow 's lesson.

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

Right then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of course, I could n't do anything about it. I had classes to teach. I kept up my striptease object lesson, the girl all glaring at me in the spine. They were just jealous because I had bigger boobs than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to slabber over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a one guy get a question wrongfulness. They got them all correct, letting me discase off my blouse and bra and then public lecture topless for the relief of the hour. It was such a boot. Every female teacher needed to do this.

I had no idea what the male professors could do to inhale the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the entrepot. Of course, in my avidity, I forgot to take my children plate, but they were nineteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supplies. My new outfit. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't bust the Lapplander blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow 's class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her fountainhead. She kept trying to talk to her male parent, but he was busy watching the game. I made sure he had tidy sum of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his horn in and birr,"You 'll just induce to wait and see tomorrow, okay ?"

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

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

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

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to construct her stay house from classes. I did n't need her negativity in my division tomorrow. I was all about the incontrovertible. Helping my boys to command their example. They had to overcome their knowledge. I could n't await to aid 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 scholarly person. I picture them one by one fondling my bosom and sucking on my nipple and eating out my pussy. I imagine their Cy Young peter sliding into me. They fucked me intemperately in my resourcefulness. They pounded me. Lance and his big, black dick. Paul with his passionate thrusting. Even my own son.

He was still one of my students. It did n't weigh if it was incest. I had to draw certainly that he dominated his moral and took burster of his education. I came so hard thinking about Kenneth being in me. My pussy rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a daze of juicy thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morn to get ready. I could hear my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't have to drink all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got ready. I made sure my pegleg were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my crotch hair, making trusted my pubic hairs were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl trollop. I was a fledged cleaning woman. A sexy teacher.

I was just so turn on as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my large boob struggling to escape. I wore a bra, but only for that offset class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one last time before I implemented my new course of study during my s class.

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

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the front seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my dame was. It was short. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my slit.

Of course of instruction, I was n't wearing any panties beneath. Not even that special duad. They would just get in the way. My instructor 's Pet panties were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my example architectural 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 teacher. Did you not hear your brother working on his homework all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just spent all your time bothering your male parent instead of getting your schoolwork done."

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

Well, they were my scanty now.

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

I strolled through the edifice and marched past my male child. They were all so hungry. All set to eclipse their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my first social class. It was n't the true rush I craved, but still fun. My snatch was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my knocker to the excited male child. I lectured to them topless, but all I could think about was the particular item in my handbag. The thing that I needed. The thing that would discharge me.

The special joy that would give a object lesson to my male child they would never forget.

Finally, my 2d class had arrived. I was ready to apply my new learning scheme. The boys were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the first gear to prove up. The yellowish brown and tall African American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big prick.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, Danton True Young man. God, he was so liberal. He had a big grin as he took his seat. Rich followed, his big nozzle leading the way. Aston and James and Tommy and Paul all took their tail end. They were all ready to see. All staring at me with such Passion of Christ on their faces. I could see they were ready to answer questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

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

"Then I am doing a smashing job as your teacher,"I said, my digit undoing the buttons of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last class topless. I did n't bother with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

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

"Courtney, beloved, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading material designation that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just remain out of the son'hair's-breadth. I need to educate them. I need to teach them to be dominating, secure Whitney Young men who seize their education.

"Dad is totally going to divorce you,"muttered Courtney.

I was a instructor. It was a nobler calling than being a married woman. A female parent. It was the most important thing in the cosmos a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with superbia, letting my boys see my turgid, lush breasts and the trimmed, brown George Walker Bush adorning my snatch, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the ternary and collar out of my purse. All the boys were staring at my defenseless torso, drinking in the great deal of my build. The aroma of my lemony pussycat reached my nose, filling my every inhalation with delectation. My daughter stared at me in shock as I placed a midst, black collar around my neck opening. I cinched it tight, loving the feel of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to seize their academic futures with both manpower and shew their teacher who was the master here.

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

"sanctum fucking mother fucker,"groaned rich, his big nose quivering.

"This is dumbfound,"panted Kenneth."You 're the serious, Mom."

"It 's Mrs. Deems Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did Napoleon invade Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic. ?"

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

I was so gladiolus 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 following boy gets to answer a question."

"holy place diddlyshit,"he said, grabbing my collar in a trembling helping hand. He stood up, his dick tenting the front of his denim."Until I cum ?"

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

"Kenneth !"my girl shouted. My son 's twin baby bolted to her base."You ca n't bang our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Zachary Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my trey gripped in his properly paw as he worked his fly open. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my wages for getting the interrogation right. That 's all. Look at her. She needs to be fucked. That 's what you do with a teacher-pet, right ?"

"Yes,"I groaned.

Courtney hissed and then she sat down. She could have been a pet to her favorite teacher, but she did n't wear the panties in time. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to experience the joy of being dominated. Only I would n't serve well one man.

I would serve all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his denim down. Then his boxers. His cock popped out. He was larger than his papa. My pussy clenched as I stared at that rooster. That gumshoe came from my trunk, and now it was about to retort to my flesh.

An incestuous rush snap through me as he gripped my trinity and moved behind me. He was going for my pussycat. He would ram his cock into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my succus spilling out of my bitch. They soaked through my George Bush and dribbled down my thighs. That tangy aroma swelled in enduringness. It filled my nose.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was perfect. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was glad that my son would ram that big dick into me and make me shout my forefront off in delight.

I groaned as he pressed his cock against my snatch mouth. He rubbed his tip up and down, the crown of his tool teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton moans burst from my sassing. Then his prick was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.

Slowly.

My son took his time enjoying his academic reward. He pulled tight on the ternion, the collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his cock sink deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my womb. The collar jangled, alloy clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my snatch 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 cunt. I felt every inch of his gumshoe. It was wonderful. I was glad I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his turncock with my snatch. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, sleek handle of my twat. He moaned and thrust back into me with violence.

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

His musket ball smacked into my button. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all watching, bore for their turn to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an flummox treat. I was so glad he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his putz. I clutched hard, the pleasure building and building with every thrust.

"Holy shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs Joseph Deems Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy feels 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 instructor. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your teacher is a jade. She 's a dirty whore that needs your peter fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your teacher, your mommy, is so thrill you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm grip of the trine, tugging on my choker. That kept my forefront up, my eyes staring at the early scholar watching. The male child were pulling out their shaft, stroking themselves.

Lance did sustain a big hammer, ebony and long. So did rich. Paul 's was skillful and James I had a decorous one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was skillful and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't wait to teach them all. To generate them an education they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Taylor !"My son moaned, his left hand sliding up my body. He still gripped the trey in his right hand. He pulled tight, letting me feel that shoe collar about my neck opening."tinker's damn, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so heavily in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and keep out up, or get naked and aid school these stopcock !"I moaned.

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

His stopcock slammed so bass and laborious in me. He churned me up. His ballock smacked over and over against my clit. Sparks burst. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his dick penetrating my bitch. He buried his hammer in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wonderful. Incredible. I groaned, my pelvic arch wiggling from side to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my pussy with every thrust of my son 's putz. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My cunt grew so hot. So juicy. drip of cream dribbled through my Vannevar Bush and ran down my thighs. My heavy breasts swayed.

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingerbreadth into my pillowy form. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His glob smacked into my button. lilliputian bursts of joy showered through my cunt. I was about to explode.

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

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a adept student ! You 're mastering your luxuria ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so hard !"

His hand squeezed my remaining breast. He jerked on the troika. For a moment, my airway collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wonderful. He was showing his mastery 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 snatch writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous waves of walking on air washed out of me. They spilled over my idea, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The early boy around me all stroked their prick. Lance gaiter on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony pecker. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right boob swung free, trembling with my body. My son gripped my depart tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his boyish fervor. He slammed his cock so deep into my climaxing cunt. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

"ass, Mom !"Kenneth groaned."Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor ! Yes !"

undulation of raptus washed out of me with every hot blast of his jizz spilling into my pussy. I groaned as my pussy milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every fall of incestuous semen out of my son 's peter. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was incredible to learn him. To show him how a submissive teacher-pet should act.

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

"ass, Mom,"he groaned."darn !"

He spurted the conclusion drop of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the leash. He stumbled back while I trembled through my bliss. I hit that fantastic point as I stared out at the other male child watching. I had to give them another head. It was so operose to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

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

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

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

The firm, young inkiness guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so tidal bore to experience his pecker in me. I quivered there, both my heavy boob swaying. My collar jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with invidia while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was surely they would all get a question correctly before the hour was over.

I gasped as Lance parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot expectoration landed on my mother fucker. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my naughty sphincter muscle. He was going to use my intestine. He would fuck that vast dick into my anal sheath.

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

"Fuck yes I am, Mrs. Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eager to take his immense, Shirley Temple dick in my bowels. My entire body quivered. I stared down at my left hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't need that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my son. My husband already had his education.

I ripped the doughnut off, threw it across the way, and moaned,"Fuck my asshole so hard, lance ! Be a good boy and use your teacher-pet !"

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

Lance thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his cock stretched and stretched my anal retentive tintinnabulation. My sphincter did n't jib. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first sentence doing anal, but I knew my torso could cover it. I would love it. But all my muddle were available for my sexy boys to use. lancet wanted my ass, so he got it.

"Holy fucking turd !"I howled as his thick dick speared deeply and mysterious into my gut. He stretched my miserable cocksucker to its limits. My anal retentive cocktail dress clenched around his ebony shaft. 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 pound my fucking asshole until I explode !"

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

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

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

lance spat each time his cock emerge. sevener times. eighter times. Until finally, he was pumping with informality. He was working that putz in and out of my shit. He was fucking me like the slattern I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal cocktail dress as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my leash as he fucked me. The other boys cheered him on.

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

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

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

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. Lance fucked his peter in and out of me. He slammed into my depths and then pulled back. Over and over, his dick stimulated me. His glob smacked into my contamination. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't wait for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would slop so much jizz in me.

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

His big pecker drove me unwarranted. I was going to cum so hard. My snatch clenched, forcing out Sir Thomas More and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulet of his spunk ran down my thighs. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my custody balled into fist. I was so close. Just a few Thomas More shot, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowels tight around lancet 's big cock. I wanted to cum on his ebony shaft."hold fucking your instructor ! keep showing your teacher-pet that she 's your loose woman !"

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

His cock drilling into my bunghole combined with those Christian Bible to pull in me experience so wicked. I came.

His balls smacked into my contamination as I exploded in bliss. The delight erupted in the depths of my slit. The molten flood of passion surged through my body. My big titty heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.

Little spark of light danced around them. pyrotechnic celebrating the intensity of my climax surging through me. My shit spasmed and writhed around Lance 's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my asshole. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big tool. My mind burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"nookie !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking fancy woman !"

"No, she 's a teacher-pet,"my son said with a big grin. He stroked his putz soaked in my incestuous juices."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His peter buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowels. I reveled in his vauntingly 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 erupt. My bastard rippled around him, my orgasm burning at the stake through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a brassy oink, he ripped his tool entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the strong, Black person student yanked hard on my triplet. I gasped as he spun me around, my large nipple swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his pitch black freak. I could smell the sour musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my sassing and swallowed his dirty hammer. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The morose savour made me feel so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A small one. But it was godforsaken and delicious as I showed my boys I was such a good teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"fucking Mrs. Deems Taylor !"he growled."suction it down my cock as you clean my big gumshoe !"

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my mouth. He splashed the spunk into the spine of my throat and then it flowed down my gullet to my stomach. I loved it. I whimpered, my eubstance trembling. My collar jangled around my neck. shaft grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my tartness arsehole. I reveled in the muddy smack mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my middle shut, reveling in this present moment. I drank down every drop of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a good teacher-pet.

I hoped the girls were watching and witnessing how they needed to school their boy. I hoped my daughter would understand. That she could get over her jealousy and resentment from missing out on being a pet to her preferred 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 cock out of my mouth."Better ask your next question, Mrs. Taylor."

Question ?

Right. I needed to ask my boys something. I groaned, struggling to cerebrate. I needed my students to fuck me. All my noesis of Napoleon era seemed to possess evaporated beneath the molten pleasure still simmering over my mind. I groaned, feeling my male child staring at me with expectant hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

"What 's 5 plus 5 ?"I shouted out.

"10 !"rich, Apostle of the Gentiles, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the fuck !"gasped my daughter."That 's a question a first grader could get !"

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

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

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your look so hard, Mrs Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his hired man through his red hair. His prick jab out before him.

I licked my mouth and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the floor. He held his dick upright with his forget hired man while his rightfield jerked on the troika. He dragged me over his body. My big mamilla swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my pussy, dripping with my son 's incestuous seeded player, to rich 's hard cock. I impaled myself down his prick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My pussycat loved it.

I groaned, my asshole ache. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock deep and strong in my intestine. I whimpered in joy, squeezing down around him. Then Apostle Paul was grabbing a fistful of my Robert Brown hair. He jerked my head to the right and rammed his pecker into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was unbelievable. I sucked hard on Alice Paul 's cock. My kitty-cat gripped rich 's thick dick as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's intemperate tool as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The early unity were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Apostle Paul 's rooster. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the delights to hail. My hands pressed on Rich 's shoulders. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his dick. I pumped up and down his shaft, matching Tommy 's hard rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety detrition in my gut mixed with the silky delight of my pussy. I loved it. I clutched both my kettle of fish around my big, strong boys. I whimpered around Paul 's pecker as I pleased my other two bookman. My cunt and bowels drank in the wonderful clash. Over and over, I was filled with hard cocks.

"roll in the hay, you 're so fast,"grunted Tommy. His hired man slid around and grabbed my labored tits. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the nookie outflank teacher ever, Mrs. Taylor !"

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

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

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his putz. He slammed his tool all the way into the depths of my mouth as my other two maw were filled with nineteen-year-old gumshoe. When Paul brush the back of my throat this sentence, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His pecker slid down my gullet. His fiery pubic hairsbreadth rubbed into my lips and nose. His balls smacked heavily into my chin.

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

Rich was thrusting up as I rode his dick. Tommy pounded my bastard with his powerful strokes, his fingerbreadth kneading my heavy tit. Saul of Tarsus grunted as he slammed his pecker down my throat over and over. I loved the smack of his toilsome balls on my Kuki-Chin. The impact of his bollock, 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 miserly around Rich 's turncock and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my hips, stirring my pussy and asshole around their shafts. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Saint Paul 's rooster driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was perfect tense. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my pap. He pinched and twisted them. The delight slammed down to my cunt. I was on the scepter of exploding again. Another coming that would ripple through my body. My three son were given me such bliss. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Apostle Paul 's hawkshaw while my cunt convulsed around rich 's cock. Tommy drove his hard gumshoe into my writhing bowels. All three boy groaned. They knew I had reached the elevation of ecstasy. That I had achieved the end of every teacher-pet : cumming on my male child'dicks.

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

His cum pumped into my gut. I loved that wonderful spurt of his hot jizz flooding my whoreson. It was so different from in my snatch. I got to experience that delight a moment later as rich groaned. His cock flooded my puss with his kindling. Both my muddle writhed about their erupting dicks.

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

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

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

My pussy and asshole drained rich and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every last drop of his cum in my backtalk. Then I had early boy who needed to resolve question. Aston and James II and Henry and more. All my son needed to fuck me. I shouted out dubiousness. childlike ones.

"What coloring material is the sky !"

"What is 1 clock time 1 !"

"How many slope does a triangle own ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and Forth. I never wanted this moral to end, but when it did, I had a unharmed new class of boys to get laid me. They would all keep their education and ream my naughty holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boys'cocks buried in my pussy or whoreson or sass, I was happy. I was so glad I stole those panties from my daughter 's toilet table draftsman. I came again and again and again.

I educated every finale boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure trembled at the end of its final scanty plot.

It would discover new delights, new direction to divert itself. This last secret plan had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic. Maybe it had because the female parent had claimed the panties.

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

The magic would ascertain that no one except the stubborn Courtney would think anything was ill-timed. They would all accept the new Mrs. Taylor. The other professors, the administrators of her college, and her bookman would all think what she was doing was great. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae blood line in her. A trivial drop cloth the had immunized her from its magic.

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

The figure turned to his bench, contemplating what its next game should be. There were so many ways for a fairy to amuse itself. The figure would find something new. Something wild. The sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the sound stirring its imaging.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties Tales