Mind-Control Panties

level XV : Becoming a subservient Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for Beta Reading this !

The pattern trembled as it stroked the last couplet of mind-controlled panty it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls'minds into its sluts. Turning undecomposed young lady into lady of pleasure, bad lady friend into virgin, and a wholly host of other racy designs. But too a great deal of a good thing was bad.

It needed to impress on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the department shop. It had been in one of these places many fourth dimension. It knew through its waterfall 's thaumaturgy that this was the utter piazza to find her. To find the female child who would hold out the special scanty. They were cherry-apple red, the fabric bright and brilliant and innocuous. On the rachis, in ovalbumin letter of the alphabet, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A terrific pair of panties for a young girl to wear.

A Loretta Young daughter taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department store sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, scanty designed to pull in the tending of Whitney Moore Young Jr. women who were shopping with their mothers. One such fille was about to go far. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

The name shuddered as, with a casual moving-picture show of its wrist, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The trope slipped away, unnoticed by any of the human. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The individual'aid were on other thing. On real consumerism. The occult was n't for them. The figure trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling panties'game began.

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

Courtney Joseph Deems Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal Twin, born proceedings behind her buddy Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their family relationship was obvious. Both had brown hairsbreadth, the mother kept hers brusk while the daughter 's fell in a foresighted and lush wave down her binding. They both had round faces and standardized cheekbones. Courtney had dark eyes from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breath caught as she stared at that limited pair. The words and white letters beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

"I get having a compaction on an former man,"said Mrs. Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a good-looking man, but you need to be thrifty. You 're only 19. You 'll get your heart broken."

The daughter gave a slight 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 take vantage of you, but I know what girls 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 class."Well, those are cute panties. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the step-in. The tingle rippled through her. Her tit hardened while her head thought process of Mr. Rainier. And leash. Kneeling. Worshiping.

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

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's admonition dueled with the sudden lust to wear those panties and become her favourite teacher 's pet. Something in her blood recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

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

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the clean 1 already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. same shade as an apple. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she 'd grease one's palms these. I picked them up, a unknown thrill rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipples hardening.

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

teacher 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my nous. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'pouch. I shook my oral sex, confused why I would steal my girl 's panties. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never washed them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to fag out them, so it must be all right wing for me to take them. I could tire them. It would be amusing. A teacher wearing step-in intended for a instructor 's pet.

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

The thought set my mind alight with eagre anticipation for the eternal sleep of the eve. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him roll in the hay 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 scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my judgment filled with strange images. Collars. educatee. It was all such a blur. A omnium-gatherum of sexual impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be twenty-two years sometime than her, but I still had a heavy figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my behind. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, bore pantie.

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

I glanced at what I 'd lie out to weary for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a footling lower cut. I wanted to really read off my declamatory breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my wardrobe, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy cumulus.

I threw open up 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 feel of the silk against my flesh. I worked the button, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my boob, just covering my bra while leaving the rest period of my prominent expanse of scrumptious cleavage exposed.

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

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



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

I stared at that.

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

My curve would picture through. I just knew it.

I dug out a twain of five-inch cad, not my usual flats. I knew they would serve to give definition to my rump and shape to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stair, my big white meat bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their dawn chore. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his Gemini Sister, his brown hairsbreadth cut myopic. A big grin spread across his rim as his regard rippled up and down my body.

"wellspring, mom, wow."

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

"holy place shit, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes across-the-board as she held a big jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head."You 're wearing that to school today ?"

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

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

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

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

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my married man was upstairs taking his long exhibitioner. He would just have a cup of coffee before heading out to his agency job. Kenneth had problem focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't help but lean over and cave in him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my son.

I had both my Gemini the Twins in my second class. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to play with the expectant release of my blouse and apply my male child a treat. Courtney was in the social class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to focus all my attention on my boys.

My hubby stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walk out of the firm, Kenneth was right on my dog, such a near boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the strawman behind much to Kenneth 's disappointment.

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

I was sure another decade they would be honorable booster. 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 scanty tingling, making my cunt itchiness. The wet excitement soaked between my thighs. Class today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing prof. All my scholar would just love me. I would educate them. I 'd gain my son so bright and smart. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large chest 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 one I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my hips swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thigh. I loved the bounce to my tits. I especially savored how the male child watched me.

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

I perched on a BM in social movement of my initiatory division, legs crossed, all the boys crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the vertebral column, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my mistake that all the male child were more concern in learning instead of drooling over their trollops'tight, youthful bodies. The boys were finally free of the distraction of all those just legal tarts.



My boys'endocrine were focused on education now.

It just felt so rectify. But, as I taught that first course of study, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the thoroughgoing idea while my offset class filed out and I had to waitress for the students of my second.

Kenneth was the first to go far. My son sat front and plaza before me, a big grin on his face."Damn, mom, I am so gear up to learn about history from you today."

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

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

The other boys all perked up when they walked in. rich, a tall guy with blonde hair and a big nose sat to the right field of my son while lancet, a buff and improbable Black guy took the rear to his left. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the stool, his white teeth flashing between his thick lip. Saul of Tarsus came in next, a nerdy guy with red pilus and lentigo across his fount. Today, he did n't expect bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the forepart row and with his vertebral column heterosexual. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the nominal head row, staring at me.

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

When the last scholarly person walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said,"Good dawning, boy. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

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

"I thought we 'd make a game of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a magnanimous foursquare just begging to be popped through its eyelet."For every interrogation soul gets right, a button will come undone on my blouse."

A low, athirst groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four button on my blouse. Each question you get right, I 'll undo one. Four questions, and then I can take my blouse off, Next, I can—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah,"haystack said, his big nose so bold. I heard what they said about men with big nozzle ...

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

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

"Okay, what was the date that nap Bonaparte was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the kickoff lame button through its grommet, I purred,"That 's correct, Kenneth. Such a hopeful boy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I clapped my hands together in delectation."well done."My fingerbreadth popped the third button through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my stomach."That was fantastic, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Austria ?"

It was James 's spell to pip up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was xxvi, right ?"

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

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

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

I popped the last-place release through its loop. I shuddered as my blouse fell give. It exposed my legato belly and my large knocker constrained in my black bra. All the girls were shaking their heads in the dorsum of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my astonishing way of inspiring my male child. The striptease was perfect. My boy were all so interested. They were all recalling thing right that they normally would forget.

Oh, God, this was just pose. I could n't believe I did n't call back of this before.

I loved these naughty panties I wore. They were so invigorate. Tingles rippled around my snatch. The warmth built and built in my twat as my male students salivated over me. Young men were such horny things. I was so glad I was channeling their lust in an set aside direction. They would learn so a lot as they stared at my ample flesh.

I could n't waitress to wank when I got home.

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

My son shot his paw up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental arrangement that existed in French Republic while simultaneously choking off the British people trade route through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

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

Courtney just glared at me.

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

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a inner circle of hungry dogs all wanting to mount the same beef. I shuddered, my neck opening opinion so bare. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite station. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the head I needed to ask them. My kitty burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

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

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

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

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

I brought my hired man to the front, pressing the loving cup against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my shoulders, showing the boys that null was holding my bra on my breasts except my bridge player. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the next one rightfulness, and you 're going to see every, stopping point bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and eager, does n't it ?"

"piece of tail, yes, Mrs. Taylor !"Aston moaned.

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

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

Courtney gagged. She was just covetous that her brother wanted to see my pap and not hers. She only had a pair of round boob. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attending to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my cunt dissolve oestrus."final examination question. Where was Bonaparte exiled ?"

"That 's such a ass promiscuous one,"muttered my daughter.

"Saint Helena !"shouted Paul as rich people cried out,"The island of nonesuch capital of Montana !"

"Saint Helena !"burst from Lance.

"He was exiled to nonesuch capital of Montana !"groaned my son, his oculus 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 palpate their eye staring at my big, lush tits. My dark-skinned tit were so hard. I arched my back, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to hold for sure they got a good look at them. They swayed with a heavily joggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a good job,"I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my dummy bounce."For your reward, I 'll do my public lecture topless. I 'm indisputable you 're all going to focus. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into Sir Thomas More of the details of Napoleon I 's life. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

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

God, my pussy was on fire.

I gave my lecture, striding back and forth between my boys. Their eyes followed my panting breasts. I shuddered, my naughty panties soaking up my juice. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my animation. I shuddered, loving it. My heels clicked with every stride, giving a wanton rock to my hips.

That helped my breasts to jiggle.

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

My male students were tidal bore to ascertain. This was wild. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

Right then it clicked in my point what I needed.

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

Never once did a single guy get a doubtfulness wrong. They got them all correct, letting me strip off my blouse and bra and then lecture topless for the balance of the 60 minutes. It was such a thrill. Every female teacher needed to do this.

I had no idea what the Male professors could do to inspire the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the entrepot. Of course, in my eagerness, I forgot to hire my children family, but they were nineteen. They could witness their own way. I bought my supplying. My new turnout. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't wear the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so aegir for tomorrow 's form.

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 blab out to her founding father, but he was busy 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 tidal bore to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his horn in and purred,"You 'll just deliver to hold off and see tomorrow, okay ?"

"God, I ca n't wait. Your bosom 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 you have homework to do. It 's not just my class that you need to surpass at. You have to be honorable at all of them."

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

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to make her stop home from classes. I did n't need her negativity in my category tomorrow. I was all about the incontrovertible. Helping my boys to dominate their moral. They had to master their noesis. I could n't hold back 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 students. I picture them one by one fondling my knocker and sucking on my mammilla and eating out my pussy. I imagine their Whitney Moore Young Jr. rooster sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my vision. They pounded me. Lance and his big, black dick. Paul the Apostle with his passionate driving force. Even my own son.

He was still one of my students. It did n't matter if it was incest. I had to make sure that he dominated his lesson and took explosive charge of his didactics. I came so hard thinking about Kenneth being in me. My pussy rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of racy thinking. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the adjacent morning to get ready. I could find out my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his trouble. He did n't birth to imbibe all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

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

I was just so stir as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an stimulate maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my tumid boob struggling to lam. I wore a bra, but only for that first class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one go time before I implemented my new curriculum during my second class.

After all, my son deserved to receive it first. He was such a shining student.

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the movement seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my bird was. It was dead. If I was n't thrifty, I would be flashing my pussy.

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

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

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not listen your brother working on his homework all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just spent all your time bothering your father instead of getting your school assignment done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some reason. wellspring, I was inspired by the scanty 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 panties now.

God, all the boy would make out me. They were all waiting out in front of the college. They wolf-whistled when they saw me strutting on my five-inch heels. My wench barely covered my ass. If any coed wore a skirt that short, she 'd be politely asked to go habitation. Not me, I was a teacher.

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

I entered my classroom. I taught my inaugural category. It was n't the true rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my boob to the excited male child. I lectured to them topless, but all I could recollect about was the special item in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The especial delight that would impart a lesson to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my irregular family had arrived. I was ready to go through my new learn strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the first to depict up. The buff and tall African-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big prick.

I hoped he did.

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

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You best believe I did, Mrs. President Taylor,"fishgig groaned."First time I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a great job as your teacher,"I said, my finger's breadth undoing the button of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last course of instruction topless. I did n't get to with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

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

"Courtney, beloved, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading material assignment that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just appease out of the boys'whisker. I need to civilize them. I need to teach them to be dominating, potent young men who seize their education.

"Dad is totally going to split up you,"muttered Courtney.

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most important thing in the globe a adult female could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with pride, letting my boys see my large, lush breasts and the trimmed, Brown University shrub adorning my slit, I knew the Sojourner Truth. Why I was here. This was the lonesome way that a female teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the leash and collar out of my pocketbook. All the boys were staring at my bare body, drinking in the sight of my form. The scent of my tangy puss reached my nose, filling my every inhalation with joy. My daughter stared at me in blow as I placed a midst, Black collar around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the feeling of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to seize their academic hereafter with both hands and usher their teacher who was the master key here.

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

"Holy fucking darn,"groaned Rich, his big nose quivering.

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

"It 's Mrs Zachary Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did Bonaparte invade Soviet Union. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a mo before the other son yelled out the answer.

I was so beaming it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the tierce 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 shakiness helping hand. He stood up, his cock tenting the straw man of his blue jean."Until I cum ?"

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

"Kenneth !"my girl shouted. My son 's twin babe bolted to her foundation."You ca n't fuck our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my tether gripped in his right paw as he worked his fly assailable. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my reward for getting the question right. That 's all. see 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 favourite teacher, but she did n't bear the panties in fourth dimension. I found them. I got to delight them. I got to go through the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't serve one man.

I would serve all my boys.

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

An incestuous flush shot through me as he gripped my troika and moved behind me. He was going for my twat. He would ram his prick into the kettle of fish that birthed him. I shuddered, my succus spilling out of my snatch. They soaked through my bush and dribbled down my thighs. That tangy aroma swelled in long suit. It filled my nozzle.

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 tool into me and urinate me scream my head teacher off in delight.

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

Slowly.

My son took his metre enjoying his academic reward. He pulled tight on the deuce-ace, the neckband gripping my neck. I groaned as his shaft sinkhole deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my womb. The neckband jangled, metal clicking on alloy. 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 inch of his dick. It was wonderful. I was glad I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his shaft with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky grip of my twat. He moaned and thrust back into me with force.

Not a slow chute now, but a man taking his educational activity in hand.

His testicle smacked into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all observation, eager for their bend to do it me. It was unbelievable. This was an amazing treat. I was so gladiola he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his dick. I clutched hard, the pleasance building and edifice with every thrust.

"Holy diddly-shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy flavour amazing ! Your puss 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 punishing. Your teacher is a slut. She 's a dirty fancy woman that needs your hammer fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your teacher, your mama, is so thrilled you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a solid hold of the leash, tugging on my collar. That kept my oral sex up, my eyes staring at the other educatee watching. The boys were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

Lance did deliver a big cock, coal black and long. So did Rich. Paul 's was nice and James had a comely 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 education they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"My son moaned, his left mitt sliding up my body. He still gripped the leash in his decent hand. He pulled tight, letting me experience that collar about my neck."Damn, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so operose in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and keep out up, or get raw and facilitate civilise these cocks !"I moaned.

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

His cock slammed so deep and concentrated in me. He churned me up. His glob smacked over and over against my clitoris. Sparks burst. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his dick penetrating my snatch. He buried his rooster in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was howling. incredible. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. The incestuous delight built and built inside my pussy with every driving force of my son 's shaft. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. dribble of emollient dribbled through my bush and ran down my thigh. My punishing breasts swayed.

His exploring left script found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy chassis. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His Ball smacked into my clit. slight explosion of pleasance showered through my cunt. 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 effective student ! You 're mastering your luxuria ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so severely !"

His paw squeezed my left breast. He jerked on the leash. For a consequence, my airline business collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wonderful. He was showing his domination of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous waves of seventh heaven washed out of me. They spilled over my intellect, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other boy around me all stroked their tool. Lance fuss on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony cock. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right dope swung rid, trembling with my body. My son gripped my left tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his boyish excitement. He slammed his gumshoe so mysterious into my climaxing snatch. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

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

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

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

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

He spurted the last dip of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the 3. He stumbled back while I trembled through my walking on air. I hit that fantastic meridian as I stared out at the former boy watching. I had to give them another question. It was so firmly to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

"How long did the Peninsular War in conclusion ?"I managed to sprinkle out.

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

"I 'm yours, spear !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my snatch. The emollient soaked my bush.

The strong, youth Black guy grabbed my threesome. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to feel his gumshoe in me. I quivered there, both my intemperate breasts swaying. My collar jangled. I heard him groan. The male child watched with envy while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was indisputable they would all get a motion correctly before the time of day 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 naughty sphincter. He was going to use my gut. He would fuck that vast putz into my anal sheath.

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

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

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eager to take his huge, Black dick in my bowels. My integral dead body quivered. I stared down at my left helping hand. At the wedding ringing I wore. I did n't need that any thirster. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boys. My husband already had his education.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"nookie my arse so hard, Lance ! Be a good boy and use your teacher-pet !"

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom floor was drowned out by the shouting son.

shaft thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his stopcock stretched and stretched my anal annulus. My anatomical sphincter did n't refuse. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first of all time doing anal, but I knew my eubstance could handle it. I would enjoy it. But all my mess were useable for my sexy boys to use. fizgig wanted my ass, so he got it.

"Holy fucking shit !"I howled as his thick shaft speared deeper and deeper into my bowels. He stretched my poor asshole to its demarcation. My anal sheath clenched around his ebony scape. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, Lance ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound sign my fucking arse until I explode !"

"You fucking have a go at it it, Mrs. Taylor !"he moaned as he bottomed out in me.

I squeezed my bowels around his hawkshaw as he drew back. I heard him spit again and felt it spattering against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big pecker into my gut. My tit swayed from the impact. My entire organic structure sway. I gripped his cock with my bunghole, 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 sexual climax drank in every dip of his turncock into my bowels. I loved that my hung student was fucking my arse.

lance sprinkle each time his cock emerge. Seven multiplication. Eight clip. Until finally, he was pumping with ease. He was working that dick in and out of my shit. He was fucking me like the strumpet I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal sheath as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my leash as he fucked me. The former boys cheered him on.

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

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

"I ca n't wait to fuck her,"groaned Rich as he stroked his big dick."shucks, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking hunky-dory !"

I loved the attention.

My climax built faster and faster. Lance fucked his cock in and out of me. He slammed into my depth and then pulled back. Over and over, his dick stimulated me. His balls smacked into my contamination. They were ponderous with his cum. I could n't wait for him to burst in me. I just knew he would disgorge so much jizz in me.

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

His big hawkshaw drove me risky. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out more than and more of my son 's jizz. Hot streamlet of his touchwood ran down my thighs. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying white meat. I grunted and groaned, my paw balled into fists. I was so closelipped. Just a few more stroke, and I would explode.

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

"God fucking damn, you are !"gig growled."Mrs. Deems Taylor, you 're the with child slut ever. I love it !"

His cock boring into my prick combined with those wrangle to throw me feel so arch. I came.

His balls smacked into my contamination as I exploded in blissfulness. The pleasure erupted in the depth of my puss. The meld deluge of Passion of Christ surged through my body. My big breast heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.

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

"fuck !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking tart !"

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

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His turncock buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowels. I reveled in his turgid gumshoe filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to burst in me. I felt that he was on the wand of it. But he did n't come out. My whoreson rippled around him, my sexual climax burning through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a loud grunt, he ripped his putz entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the secure, Black student yanked hard on my threesome. I gasped as he spun me around, my tumid tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony giant. I could smell the sour musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my oral cavity and swallowed his dirty tool. 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 pocket-size one. But it was wild and Delicious as I showed my son I was such a good teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

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

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

His jizz was flavored with my ferment asshole. I reveled in the dirty savor mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my eye shut, reveling in this consequence. I drank down every drop of my total darkness educatee 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a thoroughly teacher-pet.

I hoped the girls were watching and witnessing how they needed to prepare their boys. I hoped my daughter would understand. That she could get over her green-eyed monster and bitterness from missing out on being a pet to her favorite instructor.

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

Lance dropped my triplet as he ripped his cock out of my mouth."punter ask your next question, Mrs. Taylor."

Question ?

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

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

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

"10 !"rich, Paul, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the shtup !"gasped my daughter."That 's a query a start 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 twat,"rich people said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your face so hard, Mrs. President Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his deal through his red tomentum. His turncock thrusting out before him.

I licked my brim and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the floor. He held his dick upright piano with his forget hand while his right jerked on the three. He dragged me over his trunk. My heavy tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous seed, to Rich 's backbreaking cock. I impaled myself down his prick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My slit loved it.

I groaned, my bastard ache. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock deep and hard in my bowels. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a fistful of my chocolate-brown hair. He jerked my head to the right and rammed his pecker into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boy at once. It was unbelievable. I sucked hard on Saint Paul 's cock. My pussycat gripped rich people 's thick putz as I worked my pelvic arch, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's knockout prick as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

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

The velvety detrition in my bowel mixed with the slick joy of my pussy. I loved it. I clutched both my mess around my big, strong boys. I whimpered around Paul 's dick as I pleased my other two students. My puss and bowels drank in the wonderful friction. Over and over, I was filled with hard cocks.

"Fuck, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His helping hand slid around and grabbed my sonorous knocker. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fucking best instructor ever, Mrs. Deems Taylor !"

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

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

It was another matter 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 depths of my mouth as my early two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When Paul brush the back of my throat this time, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His dick slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic hairsbreadth rubbed into my mouth 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 right strokes, his fingers kneading my cloggy breasts. Paul grunted as he slammed his tool down my throat over and over. I loved the smooch of his backbreaking globe on my Kuki-Chin. The impact of his nuts, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to glut my mouth.

I wanted them all to swamp my holes.

I squeezed pissed around rich people 's hammer and Tommy 's cock. I swiveled my pelvic girdle, stirring my pussy and motherfucker around their slam. My orgasm swelled so degraded. I whimpered and groaned around Saul of Tarsus 's cock driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was perfect. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my nipples. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasure slammed down to my cunt. I was on the scepter of exploding again. Another orgasm that would ripple through my consistency. My three boys 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 shaft while my twat convulsed around rich 's cock. Tommy drove his hard shaft into my writhing bowels. All three boys groaned. They knew I had reached the acme of rapture. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boys'dicks.

"Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my asshole."You feel so good ! roll in the hay !"

His cum pumped into my intestine. I loved that marvellous spurt of his hot jizz flooding my dickhead. It was so different from in my pussy. I got to go through that delight a moment later as rich people groaned. His cock flooded my cunt with his touchwood. Both my gob writhed about their erupting dicks.

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

"piece of tail,"Paul groaned and slammed his turncock all the way down my throat. My outspoken electric cord hummed around them as I moaned my joy. The wave of rapture were flooding through me."Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"

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

My pussy and asshole drained rich people and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every last drop of his cum in my mouth. Then I had early boys who needed to answer questions. Aston and William James and Henry and more. All my boy needed to fuck me. I shouted out interrogation. simple ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 sentence 1 !"

"How many sides does a trigon suffer ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and Forth. I never wanted this moral to end, but when it did, I had a whole new socio-economic class of boys to eff me. They would all remain their training and ream my naughty holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my son'tool buried in my cunt or asshole or backtalk, I was happy. I was so gladiolus I stole those panties from my daughter 's toilet table drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every shoemaker's last boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure trembled at the end of its final pantie biz.

It would find new delights, new means to amuse itself. This endure game had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the conjuring trick. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the panties.

The mistake 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 remember anything was wrong. They would all accept the new Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor. The early professors, the administrators of her college, and her bookman would all think what she was doing was dandy. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae blood in her. A little drop the had immunized her from its magic.

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

The figure turned to his bench, contemplating what its following game should be. There were so many direction for a fairy to divert itself. The name would find something new. Something wild. The strait of its falls echoed through its cave, the sound stirring its imagery.

This secret plan was over, and a new secret plan was about to begin.

The End of the Mind-Controlling scanty Tales