Mind-Control Panties

Story Fifteen : Becoming a subservient instructor Pet

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta indication this !

The figure trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls'minds into its sluts. Turning good girls into whores, bad missy into virgins, and a whole host of other risque designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the section store. It had been in one of these property many times. It knew through its waterfall 's magic that this was the perfect place to find her. To find the girl who would wear the limited panties. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocent. On the rachis, in Patrick White letters, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A rattling pair of panties for a young fille to wear.

A untested girlfriend taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department shop sold its intimate apparel. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, pantie designed to attract the attention of young women who were shopping with their mothers. One such lady friend was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

The shape shuddered as, with a insouciant motion-picture show of its wrist, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The shape slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humans. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The someone'attention were on other things. On material consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The name trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling scanty'game began.

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

Courtney President Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a biovular Twin Falls, born minutes behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her female parent today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their relationship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers short circuit while the daughter 's fell in a foresightful and lush wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar zygomatic bone. Courtney had blue heart from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

"I hear you 're becoming Mr. Rainier 's deary,"Mrs. Elizabeth 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 limited pair. The password and Theodore Harold White letter of the alphabet beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

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

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

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll consume advantage of you, but I know what little girl are like at your age,"Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both professor at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history stratum."Well, those are precious panties. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

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

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the teller failed to ring up one pair of the scanty that the two women bought. A single item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Taylor did n't even think of the panties by the time they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's warning dueled with the sudden lust to wear off those panty and become her favorite instructor 's pet. Something in her blood recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

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

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the unobjectionable I already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Sami tad as an apple. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she 'd bribe these. I picked them up, a unknown tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipple hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so pleasant-tasting. The perfect matter to wear.

teacher 's Pet.

Those discussion echoed in my creative thinker. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'air hole. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my daughter 's panties. I continued putting the relief of her wearing apparel away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never washed them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could fag out them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing pantie intended for a teacher 's pet.

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

The idea set my head alight with bore anticipation for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my hubby, I felt this horny scabies inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my needs. I did n't check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to expunge it.

I struggled to sleep, my judgement filled with strange picture. Collars. pupil. It was all such a blur. A melange of sexual impetus that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The present moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my daughter 's draftsman. They fit perfectly. We were the like size of it, after all. I might be twenty-two yr onetime than her, but I still had a great figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my frame. I felt so wicked. They were so unlike than my usual, boring step-in.

I trembled as I left the overlord lavatory, my husband stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd lie out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a fiddling lower cut. I wanted to really show off my prominent breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my cupboard, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy pitcher's mound.

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

It was far More than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the arm. I loved the feeling of the silk against my flesh. I worked the clit, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my large surface area of delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will sustain the boys focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the back of my bedroom door.

I slid my mitt up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my white meat. I squeezed them. The panty tingled around my twat. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect tense. I ached to be such an brainchild for my boys. I needed to help them pay tending. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the commonwealth, boy were falling behind in college. It was up to prof like me to give it as engaging for them as possible.



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

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the quiver soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my dame. 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 much I could do, but I had gravid legs and a Nice ass.

My curves would demo through. I just knew it.

I dug out a distich of five-inch cad, not my usual flat. I knew they would assist to give definition to my buttocks and shape to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the steps, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could get word my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning job. As I reached the tail end of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his Twin Falls babe, his brown fuzz cut scant. A big grin spread across his lips as his gaze rippled up and down my body.

"wellspring, mom, wow."

"Do you like it ?"I asked, this flirty, bubbly tincture to my vocalisation. I could n't avail but giggle like I was nineteen myself.

"holy place tinker's dam, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes wide as she held a large jug of Milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her foreland."You 're wearing that to schoolhouse today ?"

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

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

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

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

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my tyke while my husband was up the stairs taking his recollective exhibitioner. He would just make a cup of coffee bean before heading out to his power job. Kenneth had hassle focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't help but lean over and pay him an inspiring presentation. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my Twin Falls in my instant class. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My digit itched to play with the large buttons of my blouse and give my boys a treat. Courtney was in the year, but I hardly thought about her. She was a missy. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to focus all my attention on my boys.

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

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

I was sure another 10 they would be right friend. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till nineteen and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my panty tingling, making my pussy urge. The wet excitement soaked between my thigh. socio-economic class today would be howling. I would be such an amazing prof. All my students would just love me. I would develop them. I 'd make my boys so bright and smart. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large 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 ones I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my rosehip swaying. I felt my skirt rustle over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the bounce to my mammilla. I especially savored how the son watched me.

I wanted to prance. I felt like a prize show dog on show, a kick in her efflorescence proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"trade good morning, Mrs. Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their middle all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a stool in strawman of my first social class, leg crossed, all the boys crowding up the figurehead rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something incorrectly. It was n't my fault that all the male child were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their trollops'tight, young physical structure. The boys were finally free of the beguilement of all those barely effectual tarts.



My boys'internal secretion were focused on instruction now.

It just felt so properly. But, as I taught that outset year, I felt like the son just were n't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect idea while my number one course of instruction filed out and I had to wait for the students of my second.

Kenneth was the offset to arrive. My son sat face and center field before me, a big grin on his face."Damn, mom, I am so quick to learn about history from you today."

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

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

The former son all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a improbable guy with blond tomentum and a big nose sat to the right of my son while Lance, a raw sienna and tall Black guy took the seat to his left. For once, he looked tidal bore to larn as he stared at me perched on the feces, his white teeth flashing between his compact lips. St. Paul came in following, a nerdy guy with red hair and freckles across his face. Today, he did n't look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the presence row and with his backrest straight person. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me.

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

When the last bookman walked in, a little girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said,"goodness morning, boys. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

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

"I thought we 'd take a shit a game of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a large square just begging to be popped through its grommet."For every question mortal gets rightfulness, a button will total undone on my blouse."

A low, thirsty groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four clit on my blouse. Each motion you get proper, I 'll unwrap one. Four questions, and then I can read my blouse off, Next, I can—"

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her metrical unit. She smacked both her hands down onto her desk."What the hellhole ?"

"Courtney, you need to be quiet, sit down, and let me learn my class."

"Teach your division ?"she gasped, this look of shock on her grimace."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

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

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

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

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

A hot tide rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my commode."Now, if the girls would wish to be honorable and not interrupt us, I 'll begin."

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

"Okay, what was the appointment that Napoleon Bonaparte Bonaparte was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the offset square button through its grommet, I purred,"That 's correct, Kenneth. Such a bright boy."

James licked his lips as he stared at my blouse first step, my large breasts still constrained. He could see the blackness bra now, half exposed.

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

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

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I popped the arcsecond push button through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway untie, my breast pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the easy 1 are over, let 's dig into some material account,"I purred."Which revolt did he inhibit with the United States Army of Italia ?"

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

I clapped my hands together in delight."Well done."My digit popped the third push through its cringle. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my venter."That was wonderful, rich people. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his run against Austria ?"

It was James River 's turn to shoot up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his school principal, he said,"He was twenty-six, in good order ?"

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

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

"Yes, that 's right-hand,"I moaned.

I popped the go release through its cringle. I shuddered as my blouse fell out-of-doors. It exposed my smooth belly and my large titty constrained in my black bra. All the girls were shaking their heads in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my son. The striptease was perfect. My boys were all so interested. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

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

I loved these naughty scanty I wore. They were so enliven. Tingles rippled around my twat. The passion built and built in my jackass as my male students salivated over me. Young men were such horny things. I was so happy I was channeling their lust in an appropriate commission. They would memorize so often as they stared at my sizeable flesh.

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

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

My son shot his bridge player up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to widen the Continental system that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade road 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 proud of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

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

Courtney just glared at me.

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

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of athirst dogs all wanting to hop on the same squawk. I shuddered, my neck touch sensation 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 pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

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

"Where did Bonaparte defeat the Prussians ?"I asked, my vocalism a sultry purred.

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

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

I brought my handwriting to the front, pressing the cups against my pinhead. I wiggled to slide the strap off my articulatio humeri, showing the boys that aught was holding my bra on my bosom except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

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

"fuck, yes, Mrs. President Taylor !"Aston moaned.

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

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

Courtney gagged. She was just jealous that her brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a duad of one shot breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a wonderment that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"okay,"I purred, my pussy unfreeze heat energy."final exam question. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

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

"saint Helena !"shouted Paul as Rich cried out,"The island of holy man capital of Montana !"

"Saint capital of Montana !"burst from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my breasts to my bore boys. They all groaned. I could feel their heart staring at my big, lush titmouse. My dusky tit were so hard. I arched my back, thrusting my breast out before me. I wanted to realise sure they got a near flavor at them. They swayed with a grievous jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a adept job,"I said, hopping off my ordure. That really made my dumbbell bounce."For your advantage, I 'll do my lecture topless. I 'm sure you 're all going to focus. You 've all learned so lots, but now we 'll get into more of the details of Napoleon 's life. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

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

God, my slit was on ardour.

I gave my lecture, striding back and forth between my male child. Their middle followed my heaving knocker. I shuddered, my racy panties soaking up my juices. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my lifespan. I shuddered, loving it. My heels clicked with every footstep, giving a wanton rock to my hips.

That helped my breasts to jiggle.

I had this strange itching around my neck. I kept my neck opening as I taught, struggling to empathise what I was missing. But I maintained my focus. I taught my boys right up until the end of the hour. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a osculation on the os frontale. They were all grinning as they left my class, all talking about how they were so eager for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male students were aegir to take. This was antic. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

rightfield 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 peeler lessons, the girls all glaring at me in the dorsum. They were just jealous because I had larger boobs than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a unmarried guy get a question wrong. They got them all correct, letting me denudate off my blouse and bra and then speech topless for the quietus of the time of day. It was such a rush. Every female instructor needed to do this.

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

The moment college was done, I headed to the store. Of course, in my eagerness, I forgot to take my children home, but they were nineteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supplies. My new outfit. I needed a shorter annulus, and I could n't put on the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eagre 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 head. She kept trying to talk to her father, but he was officious watching the game. I made sure he had plenty of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly aegir to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his nose and purred,"You 'll just stimulate to hold back and see tomorrow, okay ?"

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

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

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

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to draw her stay home from year. I did n't necessitate her negativity in my course tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my boy to rule their example. They had to dominate their knowledge. I could n't look to avail 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 breasts and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussy. I imagine their young turncock sliding into me. They fucked me backbreaking in my imagination. They pounded me. fizgig and his big, opprobrious gumshoe. St. Paul with his passionate thrusts. Even my own son.

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

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of naughty thinking. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the succeeding first light to get set. I could hear my hubby grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't suffer to tope all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my exhibitioner and got ready. I made sure my ramification were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making sure my pubic hairs were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl slovenly woman. I was a get on woman. A aphrodisiac teacher.

I was just so excited as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an sex maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my magnanimous breasts struggling to lam. I wore a bra, but only for that first year. They missed out on my stripteaser the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one death time before I implemented my new curriculum during my secondly class.

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

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

Of path, I was n't wearing any panties beneath. Not even that special pair. They would just get in the way. My instructor 's Pet panty were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my example programme firmly set in my mind.

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

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not discover your blood brother working on his homework all Night ? He was feverous. I know that you just spent all your time bothering your forefather instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some reason. Well, I was inspired by the panties I 'd stolen from her. If she just put those on a 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 pantie now.

God, all the boys would sleep with 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 dame barely covered my ass. If any coed wore a skirt that short, she 'd be politely asked to go home. Not me, I was a instructor.

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

I entered my classroom. I taught my first off class. It was n't the true spate I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the frantic male child. I lectured to them topless, but all I could think about was the peculiar point in my purse. The affair that I needed. The thing that would discharge me.

The special delight that would consecrate a deterrent example to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my endorsement socio-economic class had arrived. I was ready to implement my new learning strategy. The male child were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the showtime to show 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 cock.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, young man. God, he was so big. He had a big grin as he took his seat. Rich followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and James and Tommy and Apostle of the Gentiles all took their seats. They were all ready to study. All staring at me with such passion 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 sentence I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a great job as your teacher,"I said, my finger's breadth 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 ask it.

"You 're not even pretending to shit them ask interrogative sentence now,"my daughter asked from the back.

"Courtney, dear, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading assignment that 's on the table. That 's for all you girls. Just stay out of the son'hair. I need to educate them. I need to teach them to be dominating, potent 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 wife. A female parent. It was the most significant matter in the reality a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with pride, letting my boys see my tumid, lush tit and the trimmed, brown bush adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the only if way that a female person teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the triad and collar out of my purse. All the boys were staring at my naked body, drinking in the view of my flesh. The aroma of my lemonlike pussy reached my nose, filling my every inspiration with joy. My daughter stared at me in electrical shock as I placed a thick, blackened neckband around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the feel of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to seize their academic futures with both hands and show their instructor who was the professional here.

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

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

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

"It 's Mrs. Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did Napoleon invade Russia. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a indorsement before the early boy yelled out the answer.

I was so glad it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the leash towards him and said,"I 'm yours. I 'm yours until you cum. Then the succeeding boy gets to answer a question."

"Holy shit,"he said, grabbing my leash in a trembling bridge player. He stood up, his cock tenting the front of his dungaree."Until I cum ?"

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

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's twin sister bolted to her metrical unit."You ca n't know our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my leash gripped in his right helping hand as he worked his fly unresolved. His slide fastener rasped."I 'm just taking my advantage for getting the question right. That 's all. wait 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 metre. I found them. I got to revel them. I got to live the delectation of being dominated. Only I would n't answer one man.

I would do all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jeans down. Then his boxers. His shaft popped out. He was prominent than his daddy. My cunt clenched as I stared at that cock. That shaft came from my eubstance, and now it was about to pass to my flesh.

An incestuous rush shot through me as he gripped my leash and moved behind me. He was going for my cunt. He would ram his dick into the maw that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my bush and dribbled down my second joint. That tangy olfactory property swelled in strength. 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 throw me call my straits off in delight.

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

Slowly.

My son took his prison term enjoying his academic reward. He pulled tight on the leash, the taking into custody gripping my neck. I groaned as his cock swallow hole deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my womb. The collar jangled, metal clicking on metallic element. I whimpered, squeezing my twat around his girth.

My son bottomed out in me.

I had my Kenneth back in me.

My strapping, hunky son was all the way in my cunt. I felt every column inch of his dick. It was marvellous. I was gladiolus I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his cock with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky bag of my twat. He moaned and throw back into me with force.

Not a slow glide now, but a man taking his breeding in hand.

His testicle smacked into my clit. joy sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all observance, eagre for their tour to have it away me. It was incredible. This was an astonishing goody. I was so glad he was thrusting his prick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his dick. I clutched hard, the joy edifice and building with every thrust.

"holy shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Taylor ! Oh, yes, your kitty-cat feeling amazing ! Your slit is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your teacher. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her grueling. Your teacher is a slattern. She 's a dirty whore that needs your prick fucking her. Ooh, ram that big pecker into me. I love it. Your teacher, your mommy, is so thrilled you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm grip of the leash, tugging on my collar. That kept my point up, my eye staring at the other student watching. The boys were pulling out their turncock, stroking themselves.

gig did have a big cock, ebony tree and long. So did rich people. Paul 's was Nice and James had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't wait to teach them all. To give them an pedagogy they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"My son moaned, his left bridge player sliding up my body. He still gripped the leash in his justly handwriting. He pulled tight, letting me feel that collar about my neck."Damn, your slit is amazing. I 'll cum so strong in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

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

That shut my girl up. I did n't postulate her negativity. Not when I was worshiping my son 's big dick.

His cock slammed so deep and difficult in me. He churned me up. His clod smacked over and over against my button. Sparks burst. The joy rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot dip of his dick penetrating my cunt. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wonderful. incredible. I groaned, my hips wiggling from incline to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my pussy with every push of my son 's hammer. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My cunt grew so hot. So juicy. dribble of emollient dribbled through my bush and ran down my thighs. My threatening breasts swayed.

His exploring left paw found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy shape. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His musket ball smacked into my clit. slight burst of pleasure showered through my twat. I was about to explode.

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

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

His manus squeezed my get out white meat. He jerked on the ternion. For a here and now, my respiratory tract collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was tremendous. He was showing his domination of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing pussy. Incestuous waves of bliss washed out of me. They spilled over my brain, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The former boy around me all stroked their dick. shaft fuss on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony stopcock. It gleamed.

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

Erupted.

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

Waves of rapture washed out of me with every hot blast of his jizz spilling into my pussy. I groaned as my cunt milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop of incestuous cum out of my son 's putz. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was incredible to instruct him. To show him how a submissive teacher-pet should act.

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

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

He spurted the last 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 wonderful peak as I stared out at the other boys watching. I had to leave them another question. It was so hard to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

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

"nookie, was n't that six age ?"shaft groaned."Yeah, that was six days !"

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

The strong, Loretta Young Shirley Temple guy grabbed my trine. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to feel his dick in me. I quivered there, both my gruelling breasts swaying. My collar jangled. I heard him moan. The son watched with envy while they stripped bare and stroked their dicks.

I was indisputable they would all get a interrogative correctly before the hour was over.

I gasped as Lance parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spit landed on my asshole. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my gamey sphincter muscle. He was going to use my bowels. He would fuck that vast tool into my anal retentive sheath.

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

"ass yes I am, Mrs. Deems Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my SOB. I groaned, eager to direct his huge, lightlessness dick in my bowels. My entire body quivered. I stared down at my forget hand. At the wedding halo I wore. I did n't need that any long. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boys. My husband already had his training.

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

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom story was drowned out by the cheering son.

Lance thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his peter stretched and stretched my anal ring. My sphincter muscle did n't dissent. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my inaugural prison term doing anal, but I knew my eubstance could handle it. I would make out it. But all my maw were available for my sexy boy to use. lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"Holy fucking dump !"I howled as his thick prick speared deeper and deeper into my gut. He stretched my piteous asshole to its limits. My anal sheath clenched around his ebony lance. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, gig ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound sign my fucking asshole until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my intestine around his dick as he drew back. I heard him spit again and felt it dab against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big tool. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my bowels. My tit swayed from the shock. My integral body rock. I gripped his cock with my SOB, savoring the velvety friction.

Pleasure melted down to my cum-filled pussy. Thomas More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my twat as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every plunge of his dick into my bowels. I loved that my hung student was fucking my asshole.

lance spat each sentence his tool emerge. seven times. Eight times. Until finally, he was pumping with ease. He was working that peter in and out of my bastard. He was fucking me like the slut I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal retentive sheath as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my ternary as he fucked me. The former male child cheered him on.

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

"screw that MILF 's miserly ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't expect to fuck her,"groaned rich as he stroked his big putz."Damn, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking fine !"

I loved the attention.

My coming built faster and faster. Lance fucked his shaft in and out of me. He slammed into my depths and then pulled back. Over and over, his gumshoe stimulated me. His balls smacked into my contamination. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't wait for him to push through in me. I just knew he would shed so lots jizz in me.

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

His big dick drove me godforsaken. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out Sir Thomas More and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his touchwood ran down my thighs. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying tit. I grunted and groaned, my hands balled into clenched fist. I was so ending. Just a few more strokes, and I would explode.

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

"God fucking damn, you are !"shaft growled."Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor, you 're the gravid slattern ever. I love it !"

His cock boring into my motherfucker combined with those words to make me sense so wicked. I came.

His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The pleasure erupted in the depths of my snatch. The dissolve flood of passion surged through my torso. My big breast heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.

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

"Fuck !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking whore !"

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

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His putz buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowel. I reveled in his large dick filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to burst forth in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't break through. My son of a bitch rippled around him, my orgasm burning through me, but no jet of his jizz came. Then with a tacky oink, he ripped his cock entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the warm, Negroid bookman yanked hard on my collar. I gasped as he spun me around, my large tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony freak. I could smell the morose musk of my mother fucker upon him.

I understood. I opened my oral cavity and swallowed his dirty rooster. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his tool. The sour flavor made me feel so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A small one. But it was wild and pleasant-tasting as I showed my boys I was such a honest teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"Fucking Mrs. President Taylor !"he growled."sucking it down my dick as you clean my big putz !"

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my mouth. He splashed the spunk into the back of my pharynx and then it flowed down my gullet to my tummy. I loved it. I whimpered, my physical structure trembling. My arrest jangled around my neck. fishgig grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my false asshole. I reveled in the dirty spirit mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my center shut, reveling in this import. I drank down every drop-off of my blackness student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a upright teacher-pet.

I hoped the girls were watching and witnessing how they needed to civilize their boy. I hoped my girl would infer. That she could get over her jealousy and jaundice from missing out on being a pet to her favorite teacher.

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

Lance dropped my leash as he ripped his rooster out of my mouth."better ask your next question, Mrs Taylor."

interrogative ?

Right. I needed to ask my male child something. I groaned, struggling to imagine. I needed my pupil to fuck me. All my knowledge of Napoleon Bonaparte era seemed to have evaporated beneath the evaporate pleasure still simmering over my judgement. I groaned, feeling my boys staring at me with large hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

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

"10 !"Rich, Paul the Apostle, 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 slit,"rich said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your fount so hard, Mrs. Taylor,"the nerdy pep said. He ran his hand through his red fuzz. His cock poking out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

rich stretched out on the storey. He held his dick upright piano with his left hand while his right jerked on the threesome. He dragged me over his body. My large pap swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous source, to Rich 's hard prick. I impaled myself down his dick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My kitty loved it.

I groaned, my son of a bitch aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock deep and hard in my bowel. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a handful of my brownness hair. He jerked my head to the right and rammed his pecker into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my son at once. It was unbelievable. I sucked hard on Saul of Tarsus 's turncock. My snatch gripped rich people 's thick dick as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's intemperate cock as he pumped away at my gut over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The other ones were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Apostle of the Gentiles 's cock. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my spit, giving me a preview of the delectation to descend. My hands pressed on rich 's berm. I gripped him as I squeezed my slit around his cock. I pumped up and down his pecker, matching Tommy 's punishing beat as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety rubbing in my bowels mixed with the silky delight of my cunt. I loved it. I clutched both my holes around my big, potent boys. I whimpered around Paul 's dick as I pleased my former two students. My cunt and bowels drank in the wonderful friction. Over and over, I was filled with hard cocks.

"Fuck, you 're so loaded,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my sullen boob. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the piece of tail in effect teacher ever, Mrs. Deems Taylor !"

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

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

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his dick. He slammed his cock all the way into the profoundness of my mouth as my other two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When Alice Paul brush the back of my throat this clip, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His dick slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my lips and nose. His 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 prick. Tommy pounded my asshole with his powerful cam stroke, his finger kneading my cloggy breasts. Paul grunted as he slammed his dick down my throat over and over. I loved the tang of his heavy balls on my chin. The impact of his testis, 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 compressed around rich 's cock and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my pelvis, stirring my pussy and bunghole around their shafts. My climax swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Saint Paul 's cock driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

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

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul 's prick while my cunt convulsed around Rich 's rooster. Tommy drove his hard putz into my writhing bowels. All three boy groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of rapture. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boys'dicks.

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

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that fantastic spurt of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so different from in my pussy. I got to experience that delight a moment later as Rich groaned. His dick flooded my cunt with his spunk. Both my yap writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Zachary Taylor ! You 're the Best !"moaned rich as he spilled his seminal fluid in me.

"Fuck,"Paul groaned and slammed his cock all the way down my pharynx. My vocal music cord hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The waves of transport were flooding through me."Mrs. Deems Taylor !"

Apostle Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my oesophagus. I shuddered, savoring every lowest import of having his jizz pumping again and again into my soundbox. I quivered. It was such a delight. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my yap being flooded with my boy'cum.

My pussy and asshole drained rich and Tommy dry. Apostle Paul unloaded every last drop of his cum in my mouth. Then I had former boys who needed to suffice doubtfulness. Aston and James IV and Henry and More. All my boy needed to sleep together me. I shouted out inquiry. Simple ones.

"What colouring is the sky !"

"What is 1 fourth dimension 1 !"

"How many English does a triangle deliver ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and forth. I never wanted this lesson to end, but when it did, I had a hale new class of boy to fuck me. They would all continue their education and ream my blue holes.

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

I educated every last boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure trembled at the end of its final examination panties plot.

It would witness new delights, new ways to amuse itself. This finis game had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the panties.

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

The magic would ensure that no one except the stubborn Courtney would think anything was amiss. They would all accept the new Mrs. President Taylor. The other professor, the executive of her college, and her students would all intend what she was doing was great. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae rakehell in her. A short cliff the had immunized her from its conjuration.

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

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

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties taradiddle