Mind-Control Panties

Story III : Sexy Little Delight

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

The figure entered the outlet store. It was one step above a thrift store, not the sorting of place that panties in the style that the design made were sold. No naughty joy to vellicate a offspring woman 's wanton desires. No trendy dress were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these pair scanty was needed here.

The bod was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold packet boat of knit, boring panties, so exchangeable to the type worn by the last girl the chassis had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red panties with those bold, blue letter of the alphabet surrounded by a shimmering silver border.

Sexy Delight.

The shape kept walking, knowing that special fille, heather milling machine, would be along in moments.

Heather was a tall girl, eighteen, wearing a baggy, gray dress to hide the voluminosity of her soma. Curvy and lush, her H.M.S. Bounty overflowing. She had the kind of body that boys would drool over. The type of ripe delectation that would grace their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Scots heather would ever be allowed to present off her figure. Not with her mother, Honor Miller, ensuring that her girl wore the blandest, most unflattering clothes possible.

Her daughter would stay pure.

Heather did n't beware. She was a quiet girl who obeyed her mother. Shy. She was n't like one of those flashy girls."All started out,"her mother would like to say."You 're my expert, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When Heather saw the pair of panties casually draped over a parcel of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrifying mistake. Those scanty did not belong here. She had popped into the storehouse to run a promptly errand. Normally, she would never shop for clothing without her mother 's being portray. She only passed this peculiar cubicle by happenstance. She snatched up the panties merely to deliver them to the proper store worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the words printed on them, Sexy delectation. The slew stirred a strange, wistful longing through her soul.

The tress of long, Black hair swung down her back as she stared at those glittering letters. Would anyone ever think I was sexy ? she thought.

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

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

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new tater peeler to replace the one that had broken go night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried family, her purse feeling spare heavy despite how little the couple of panties weighed.

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< stiff > heather Miller < /strong >

Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred multiplication since the previous evening. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting set for college, but I had n't even bring out of my nightie. I wanted to put these exciting panties on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So bright and colourful. They were for a somewhat girl. A multicoloured whore. Not for a Plain Jane like me.

There was a wet estrus between my second joint. It was something I rarely paid attention to. Sometimes, I felt that shameful lovingness when in the cascade and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly bountiful boy at her college. The character of boys my mother always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

"You do n't require to ever marry a boy,"female parent often told me."He 'll leave you. Just like your father did. They want painted tart, not a plain stitch Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your Father still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever leave me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could hear mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large knocker swayed before me as I pulled down the pair of light-blue pantie I wore to bed, the shade of Vinca rosea so faded it practically was ovalbumin. I worked the cotton off my thigh and glanced at the cheap pair. I could n't think I was going to fall apart them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could sham.

Was there anything really wrongly with that ?

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

Sexy Delight.

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

What was wrong with me ?

I whimpered, my large titty swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The fabric clung to my thigh then my buns. I had to work the stretchy textile up and over my plump fundament. I shuddered, my mitt adjusting the pliable sash about my hips. They rode lower than they should. They fit so tight. Where they too small for me ?

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

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

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A long, sour skirt and a grey-headed blouse that release all the way up to my neck, the sleeve going all the way to my wrist. It was liberal to hide my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the character that was designed to encumber such gawky, large knocker like mine. I slipped the band around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my white meat were flattened, pressed against me so the son would n't realize just how full-bosomed I was.

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

I pulled on the greyish blouse that I 'd selected, working the release up with the rapid motion. It fit release on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck opening then smoothed the pinch. The rear end fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the farseeing, smutty doll. I stepped into it as my mother called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tailcoat of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my left side of meat and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as fast as I could.

"Calluna vulgaris moth miller,"mother cried for a third sentence,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the threshold, my dark hair swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so nervous after taking those scanty home, that I forgot to loosen it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't accept to spend the time to read braided this morning.

Those juicy panty gripped my rear end as I headed down the stairs. The fabric seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so wrong. So naughty. That heat between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a longsighted, blench dress decorated with paisley flowers. It was as conservative as mine, the catch snug about her neck, the sleeves descending to her radiocarpal joint, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"well, there you are,"she said."Let me birth a smell at you."

I came close to her, waiting for her review. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious panties I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulder joint down to my cubitus, smoothing the fabric into my skin. She gripped me there, eyes flicking up and down my body. She frowned.

The tingle rippled through me.

"Is something wrongly, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

"Well, I 'm sure whatever it is, I 'll figure it out,"she said.

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

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

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

I sat down, spooning up the Edward White porridge, hoping it would aid settle my tummy. Mother stared at me the intact sentence across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoonful stirred through the thick substance, her regard resting on me as she seemed lost in thought process. My naughty sex clenched. My white meat felt so tight in my bra. Constricted.

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

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

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

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stunned surprise.

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

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

female parent pursed her rim. Her hands were on my articulatio humeri, rubbing me. All the warmth of her fingers bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my weapons system. It was so ... strange. Then her hands moved to the figurehead of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

"OK, that 's perfect,"she said."Let 's get you to school."

I nodded, my skin impression so exposed. I mean, the overt blouse only showed off my collarbone. The reverend 's married woman showed off this a lot pelt. I should n't experience at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoe scuffling along as I dragged my feet. My thoughts whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the passenger seat, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how plentiful I was. female parent glanced over me, her lips tightening. My cheeks warm. I hated reminding her of that chesty tart who stole daddy from our living. Her eyes flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the prison term just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this sure thing that she knew about my yucky panties and was trying to draw the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few buttons of my blouse was some variety of strange straining. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would concede my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few male child hanging out front, including Chris. My cheeks warmed more at the sight of him. He was such a bounteous boy, tall, his fuzz darkness and suddenly. I tried not to think those unwholesome thinking about him, but when my sex was feeling so ardent and juicy, his face would appear in my mind. It made me want to refer myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not proper,"Mother said. She reached out and did two more release. I gasped, as she opened my blouse encompassing, revealing more of my skin. I could see the top slopes of my tit. If she undid another button, the great unwashed would see my bra.

My cheeks went flaming hot.

"female parent ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

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

My eyes were so panoptic at that. Boys ?"Are you okay, mother ?"

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

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my side. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my Holy Scripture bag on my lap, not sure what to do. My female parent opened the doorway and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my segmentation. He would have it off that I had big tit. Then he would start to lust after a knit stitch Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my long dame rustle. I was so aware of my break segmentation. I felt my breasts jiggling like they were fighting to miss my bra. I wanted to melt away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

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

My centre widened."Mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweetened delight ?"mother asked. Her hand swept down my back and over my rump, smoothing my skirt."I know she has n't dressed for it, but you can see it, ca n't you, boys ?"

I wanted to unthaw in shame. What was going on ? Had my female parent gone insane ?

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shallow breaths, not to let my embrace fop, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my breast intumescence as my female parent 's hand smooth across my stern again.

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

"fountainhead ..."Chris scratched the back of his head word."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You venture ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another clitoris. My impudence burned. Chris, and the early son, could see the cream vividness of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. Mother open my blouse further, her helping hand brushing across my bosom. My nipples were knockout. I felt her deal rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. Wicked prickling raced through me.

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

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a niggling jiggled. The boys were all staring at me like wolves. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheeks were so warm. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumbs brushed my nipples again, my pussy growing wet. I could find it. These racy juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these repelling scanty I wore.

"Now, Calluna vulgaris, have a lovely day,"female parent said."Do n't worry, I 'll do something about your clothes. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to know about the panties. She kept saying that word : pleasure. I could finger those letters burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her doll swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my exposed chest, my bra peeking out of my unlaced blouse. My slit was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To abuse myself like a sinful girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The boys parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their eye running up and down my physique. They knew I was chesty. That my breasts were bountiful. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the strange exhilaration shooting through me.

boy liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flapping lovingness nip through me as I entered my college, other educatee noticing me. miss gasped in shock while male child leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My braid of pilus swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my steps. My mother 's touch burned across my skin. The pantie were so tight, cupping my prat, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

"Heather !"my protagonist, Vivian, gasp. The redheaded woodpecker rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her small-scale tits."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of flesh for you to be showing."

"Mother thought I should ... indicate off my delightful tit,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my plethora. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't serve but squeeze my tits out before me. I was enjoying the tending. All the guys looking at me. Hungering for me.

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

I nodded, heading towards my first of all form."I know, it 's so strange, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a joy. For everyone to know that I 'm not just a knit Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a knit stitch Jane, heather. You 're cute. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would toss off to take in tit as big as yours."She looked around."All the other girlfriend are staring at you. They 're seeing how full-bosomed you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My supporter nodded."This is just barbarian. Your mom 's gone nutcase ?"

"I do n't be intimate,"I said, too scared to mention the pantie and the D Logos printed on them. I drew in a rich breath, my chest revolt and falling. My bosom rising and falling. Boys groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... unbelievable. I always wondered why girls want to point off their soma and pull in boys'attention. Now I was starting to understand it. It made me feel so naughty. So foul and wanton. They desired me like I was a joy. A sexy delight. A shiver ran through me as I entered my classroom and my teacher, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the sight of me.

I smiled at him.

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

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

I could n't facilitate the girlish giggle that burst from my back talk. I had never made such a speech sound before in my life, but it made him grinned with child. I was feeling so severe. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

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

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

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

"I bought these as fast as I could,"Mother said."I 'm so sorry for making you wear that sloppy dress. Do n't worry, your mother will induce you into a aphrodisiacal delight."

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

"It 's okay,"she said, a broad grin on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."female parent is going to gain everything right. Now, stand up and let 's get those clothes off of you."

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



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

The universe had gone utterly mad today.

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

Why did my new panties cause her to make the truth ?

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

As I shrugged out of my blouse, female parent reached behind me and untied my bra. I groaned as the pressure was taken off my boob. They spilled out, large and pillowy soft, hanging with their cloggy weight. Both my tit were punishing, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my encompassing areolas. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight of them.

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

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

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

My mother squeezed my breasts."I know,"Mother said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these profuse chest. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy pleasure ?"

"Scheol yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my breast the final squeeze, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my body, caressing my skin, sending waves of heating system washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a naughty word to use for my pussy ; it made me feel so wicked cerebration it—clenched. I had this deep aching inside of me. I needed something to come home my Virgo profoundness. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

mother 's hands reached my doll. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastener. She found it while my body trembled. My large, uncovered breasts swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the slightest effort of my plentiful tits.

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

SMACK !

I gasped as her paw spanked my panty-clad rump. Her deal lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my flesh, her fingers digging into my crack.

"Sexy delectation,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear stuff like this years ago. I 'm so regretful, Heather. I 'm going to be a good mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my aphrodisiac delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my coxa and turned me, letting all the son see those naughty panty clinging to my ass. Her hand pushed down on the middle of my binding, bending me over halfway. My bosom swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his voice so throaty. Mother 's hand kept caressing over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussy aching. I grew so wet.

SMACK !

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

"Mmm, yes, you are a aphrodisiacal delight, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new apparel. Obviously, you have the perfect pair of pantie for this skirt !"

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

Mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching panoptic the girdle of the skirt, set up for me to step into it. My large tits jiggled as I did just that, my plait swaying down my back. First, my right field leg and then my left leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calves, brushing my satiny thigh.

I groaned as her mite climbed higher and higher. I knew I should n't delight my mother touching me, but it just felt so naughty right now. All the male child were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying breast with sheeny eyes.

female parent pulled the chick up and over my tush. The waistband hugged low on my hip joint, the bird barely falling down to handle my ass. If I bent over, I would wink my naughty panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of young woman I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a prankish whimper that had my big breasts swaying and brushing together.

My nipple throbbed. I wanted to disturb them. I wanted to touch my kitty, but I was surrounded by my schoolmate. No masturbating right now. I would have to hold back until I got abode to enjoy myself for the outset time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"Mother purred."I did n't quite eff what your bust size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't opine your class fellow will mind. right field, Chris ?"

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

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

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

Was that my pussy ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as petty fabric as the bird. There were no arm. It looked like a thermionic valve of bright-red cloth, the same hue as my pantie. How could that cross anything ?

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

Mom pulled the pipe top down my munition and worked it down my pass. There was a flash of red that filled my sight, and then she was pulling the stretchy fabric over my heavy breasts. I gasped as my difficult tit drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making for certain that fit my gravid breasts perfectly.

"There you are,"Mother said, beaming. She clapped her hands on my cheek."My sexy delight."

I gasped as she gave me a buss on the lips. It was quickly, almost motherly, but it sent this fantastic upsurge through me. All the boys exploded into applause. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a pack of apes. I shuddered as the sounds rippled around me, making me squirm.

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

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

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

"By, Mrs. Miller,"croaked Chris.

His eyes flicked to me, stirring with hunger as I sat down. My big titty bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just discover for everyone to starve over. The cloth gripped my breasts, letting them swing devoid. They were without funding for the first clip in my life sentence. I could sense everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a aphrodisiac delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so defeated. So eager to do matter. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from class to course like a hungry pack of dogs. When I slipped in to use the wash room, I could finger them pacing outside, waiting for me to issue so they could swarm. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his lips, his cock hard.

My virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my consistence in my new clothing. When I had to bend over, I could sense my skirt sliding eminent and gamey, revealing the bottomland slope my rump, then more and Sir Thomas More of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty scanty. I knew some of the glittering missive were peeking out, bright-blue case printed on cherry-red fabric.

My breasts would sway at the slightest apparent movement. The stretchable tube top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My areolas. The textile was so thin you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valiant effort to soak up my pick, but I started feeling the juicy juice trickling down my thighs. My skirt was so unforesightful, the guys had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't have to buy my lunch today. All the guy cable were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the sexiest girl in the world. I had never been happier. I hummed in delectation, my articulatio humeri swaying, making my titties bounce for the son'delectation. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When luncheon ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this wolfish smile on his back talk."Would you like to come over to my sign of the zodiac ? You know, hang out. Listen to some music. Just relax."

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

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

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

I was giddy all through my survive few course of instruction. Chris wanted to make love to me. He wanted to savour my aphrodisiacal body while all alone at his house. I could n't look to recite Mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just clutch my desk, my entire body shaking, all the boys tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, year were over. Chris was ready to claim me. He slid his arm around my articulatio humeri as I emerged from my biology class, marking his territorial dominion. A gamey tremor rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange looking at as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed befuddled. I did n't worry. I was going dwelling house with Chris.

My poor, virtuous twat would finally get the satisfaction I needed. Craved. I would go insane if I did n't get something inside of me. I quivered beside Chris as we headed through the foyer, my breasts bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with atonement while all the other guy scowled.

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

My mother was waiting for me out-of-door. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather annulus and coordinated corset she wore, the drab garment lifting her own surprisingly large breasts into profuse mound. She had healed, thigh-high charge and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"mother asked.

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

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

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

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heating system of rushing out of my slit, my scanty tingling around my pussy and behind. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching male child burst into the whoops and hollers. This was so bewildering. I could n't believe this was happening. mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her corset, my nipple throbbing and aching.

Mother broke the kiss, her middle wild."I 've been thinking about you all day !"she groaned."How sexy you are. How delightful you look in those clothes. Your breasts. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your pussy. Oh, god have I been thinking about your pussy. You want to see how wet you made your female parent ?"

"female parent ?"I gasped.

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

That was my mother I was smelling.

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

I lifted the forepart of mother 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, brown George W. Bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lips were thickheaded, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juices, that spicy scent filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her cunt, drinking in her appearance. I spotted this piddling bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

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

"Just consume her, you sexy slut !"

"God, your mother 's a smutty dyke !"

"Eat that dyke-mother 's puss !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my sprightliness. I tried to crusade it. I tried to pretend I was n't. When your forefather ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to inter my grimace between those alcoholic titty. I wanted to be the one to racket in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty delight. Now get that human face buried in my snatch and make me cum. You have to love me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my expression into her slit. I licked and lapped and caressed her congregation. Her spicy juice coated my knife. twat was like zippo I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hands grabbed her hips as I stroked my lingua through those slurred brim. Her cream coated my chin. My face. She moaned as I feasted on her before the stallion college.

My tongue lapped at her pussy, stroking her flexure and brushing that small bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her button. I stroked my natural language around it, flicking it, making my female parent gasp and moan. I made her feel amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my aphrodisiacal joy,"Mother moaned."Play with my clit. Oh, yes, flirt with that little bud."

"God, Heather, you 're just a strumpet for your mother 's cunt !"Chris howled.

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

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

I did n't know. I did n't care. I just pressed my mouth into her thickset pussycat brim. My knife flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my tongue into her depths, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. More and more of her spicy pick poured into my back talk. The feeling ignited my gustation buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this disgustful sensory faculty rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my female parent. The cheers rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to make my mother cum. That dirty, filthy Word of God for that thing I was never allowed to have. The delight I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother draw me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the dandy thing in the creation. I wanted to give her that pleasure. I nibbled on her cunt lips. I sucked on her clitoris. I made her gasp and groan, her large breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to clear her explode.

I sucked on mother 's clit. She gasped and squealed out in delectation. She whimpered. Her beautiful sound echoed through the air. Her juices gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my back talk and ran down my chin and cheeks. I tried to lick them up, but there was so often spicy cream.

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

female parent sounded like she was in Shangri-la. Just consumed by raptus. Sounded so wonderful. I could n't wait for my turn to have it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy jackass, gathering up all the incestuous emollient that spilled out of her. My consistency trembled from the tingle of this naughty, wanton act.

"holy shit, Heather actually made her female parent cum !"the boy shouted.

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

"Buff that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty words, my dead body trembling as I kept licking. Mother shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a footstep back, pulling her pussy from my face. I trembled, my prominent tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

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

She reached into a bag, the outside slick gray with a pair of black lips on the front man. She wrenched out the bright, garden pink objective. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the ray. It had section almost like a caterpillar 's body. My virgin pussy clenched, wondering what that would experience like in me. The other end was capped by a smooth egg. female parent whirled around, her right knocker popping out of her corset, her nipple dark red.

She thrust the bellied end of the dildo up between her thighs. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her pussycat. Her oculus widened as the early end of the dildo driving force out from beneath her skirt. It was like she had her own turncock.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

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

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

"If you had, I 'd deliver to mop up your ass for touching my sexy delight,"female parent said."Now you, flex over the hood of the car, dropped his panties, and devise for female parent to love you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my feet. My short chick flared, flashing my cherry-red pantie and those risque quarrel at the boys. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent-grass over, pressing my boobies into the hoodlum. My mammilla throbbed at the contact, drinking in the wonderful feel of the locomotive engine 's warmth bleeding through the metal. My hands flicked up my skirt, my pelvis wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My thumbs hooked the waistcloth of my panties. I thrust them off my bum, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my shrub soaked by my excitement.

My mother clicked her spit in exasperation."All that whisker has to go,"she said."When we get house, I 'll teach you how to dress your cunt."

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

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

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

"I 'll have that tattoo on your frown back. A tramp stamp that will let everyone have it away that your mommy 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot flesh. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my button before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so prepare for Mother 's imitation rooster to ram into me to make me feel mystify. I just knew she 'd give me such pleasure. She 'd have me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy lips, savoring the feel of her pussy as all the boys cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT cherry !"

"POP THAT cerise !"

female parent thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my maidenhead tear, a precipitous flash of pain in the ass that was swallowed by a tidal Wave of ecstasy. The dildo slammed into my depth, the segmented consistency caressing my silken flesh. I groaned, my deflower cunny squeezing down on her loggerheaded toy. Her crotch smacked into my rump, my soundbox shuddering atop the bonnet of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my twat clinging to the shaft. I felt each one of the segments pop out of my kitty-cat, leaving just the tip in me. With a groan, Mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, thickly prick into my bitch, the pleasance rippling through me.

My face scrunched up with bliss. headliner burst across my eyes. I gasped and groaned, my rose hip wiggling, stirring my pussy around her thrust toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me intemperate, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a facial expression over my shoulder, watching her flop pinhead bouncing, the left wanting to part free of her corset. Her side twisted with such while pleasance as she pounded my deflowered cunt. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old puss hard and fast.

"What a slutty girl I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your tit and leading you around by a leash !"

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, my pleasure growing. Her every knife thrust brought me skinny and closer to that magical moment.

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

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

I was hallucinating. feverous. Her every thrust brought me nigh and closer to that wonderful explosion. My first base orgasm. I was so shake for it. She slammed the thickly dildo so deep in me, the segments caressing my silky form. She churned my bitch up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

"Cum on your female parent 's big dildo, you sexy slattern !"growled the cheering boys.

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

"Oh, my little hussy 's gon na cum laborious, are n't you ?"mother hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my fuzz and yanked my head up. My titty bounce before me as I gasped. My kitty clenched around the segmented dildo.

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

She shoved my vacuum tube top up, my intemperate tit spilling into her squeezing grip. Her fingernails bit into my leftover tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in charge of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How arduous I could cum.

"Let me find out you scream out in transport, my little slut-daughter."

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

It was amazing.

pyrotechnic detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My soma spasmed and writhed about that astonish shaft plunging over and over again into my twat. It was beyond words. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the joy rushed through my body. I whimpered, shuddering.

Waves of transport slammed through my body. They drowned my brain. I came so backbreaking, spots of unhorse outburst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my impenetrable nipple heaving, my lead chest clutched in mommy 's stringent traveling bag. Her right hand gripped my hair, keeping my head pulled back as I cried out my ecstasy for the full college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, Heather !"

"A dike trollop for your female parent !"

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

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

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

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

"I 'm my mother 's slutty, sexy pleasure !"I howled as my climax peaked in me.

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

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The bod smiled, glad that the panties were appreciated. The name was eager for the next duad to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colors all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic heat. A single Bible, each missive printed in different, meretricious coloration, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

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

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