Mind-Control Panties

Story ternary : Sexy Little Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

The form entered the exit depot. It was one step above a thrift memory board, not the sort of place that panties in the style that the figure made were sold. No naughty delights to tickle a unseasoned woman 's wanton desires. No trendy apparel were sold here, which was exactly why the anatomy knew these couple panties was needed here.

The flesh was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a ledge that sold packet boat of plain, boring panty, so similar to the type worn by the last girl the figure had changed, a new couple was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red pantie with those bluff, spicy letters surrounded by a shimmering flatware molding.

Sexy Delight.

The figure kept walking, knowing that special girlfriend, broom Miller, would be along in moments.

Scots heather was a tall girl, 18, wearing a baggy, gray dress to veil the fullness of her figure. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. She had the kind of body that boys would drool over. The type of mature pleasure that would grace their wet pipe dream and fire their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to show off her build. Not with her female parent, laurels milling machine, ensuring that her girl wore the blandest, most unflattering clothes possible.

Her daughter would stay pure.

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

When heather mixture saw the twosome of scanty casually draped over a bundle of boring underclothing, she knew there must be a horrible mistake. Those panties did not belong here. She had popped into the store to run a quick errand. Normally, she would never shop for clothing without her mother 's being demo. She only passed this particular proposition kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the scanty merely to birth them to the proper memory worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the words printed on them, Sexy Delight. The sight stirred a unusual, wistful longing through her soul.

The gold braid of long, black hair swung down her backrest 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 knit Jane for a girl. None of the boy will ever sniffle around you. You 're going to be pure."

heather knew she should n't do this. That it was amiss. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the panties and pressing them to her bag. She pushed it oceanic abyss, burying it beneath all the accouterments rattling around in her purse. Her cheeks burn mark with pity, but she rationalized her action by simply reminding herself that these panties clearly were n't the stock 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato peeler to supervene upon the one that had broken net night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her purse feeling extra sullen despite how little the duet of panty weighed.

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< strong > Scots heather Arthur Miller < /strong >

Why did I convey these ?

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

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

Boys like my father.

"You do n't require to ever conjoin a boy,"female parent often told me."He 'll leave you. Just like your male parent did. They want painted bawd, not a Plain 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 breasts swayed before me as I pulled down the pair of light-blue panties I wore to bed, the shade of periwinkle so faded it practically was Patrick White. I worked the cotton off my thighs and glanced at the flashy pair. I could n't think I was going to have on them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could affect.

Was there anything really wrong with that ?

It was n't like any the boys would find me. They would never know I had them on beneath my long annulus. That I was wearing something with those gamey Logos on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two discussion increase that warmth between my second joint. I glanced down at my black scrub, gasping at the batch of moisture beading on my pubic hairsbreadth. My cheeks burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the cerise step-in and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my stage, the strange, electrical tingle racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and building inside of me.

What was haywire with me ?

I whimpered, my heavy breasts swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The cloth clung to my thighs then my croup. I had to work the stretchy cloth up and over my flump can. I shuddered, my hands adjusting the pliable waistband about my rosehip. They rode lower than they should. They fit so mean. Where they too modest for me ?

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

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

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A prospicient, gloomy skirt and a gray blouse that button all the way up to my neck, the sleeve going all the way to my wrist. It was free to hide my boob. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to encumber such ungainly, large bosom like mine. I slipped the stria around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my titty were flattened, pressed against me so the son would n't realize just how busty I was.

"Even a plain Jane will cause the boy sniffing around her if they realize she has big bosom,"mother would say."Just like that harlot cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the hoar blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid motion. It fit light on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the collar. The tails fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, Black dame. I stepped into it as my female parent called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my leave alone slope and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as flying as I could.

"Heather moth miller,"Mother cried for a third gear time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the doorway, my black hair swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so unquiet after taking those panty home, that I forgot to loosen it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't have to spend the time to read braided this morning.

Those naughty panties gripped my bottom as I headed down the stair. The fabric seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so wrong. So spicy. That heat between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, pale dress decorated with paisley bloom. It was as conservative as mine, the collar snug about her neck, the sleeves descending to her articulatio radiocarpea, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"Well, there you are,"she said."Let me have a spirit at you."

I came close to her, waiting for her review. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious panty I had on. Her paw slid from my shoulders down to my cubital joint, smoothing the textile into my peel. She gripped me there, eyes flicking up and down my body. She frowned.

The quiver rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, 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 bird. I was being naughty.

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

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

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

"Yes, female parent,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a minuscule breakfast nook lay. There were two pipe bowl of emollient wheat, plain and young. It was n't that stuff made from instant. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the Edward D. White porridge, hoping it would help decide my belly. Mother stared at me the entire time across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the thick heart and soul, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in mentation. My racy sex clenched. My breasts felt so stringent in my bra. Constricted.

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

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

"On you,"she said, bustling up to me. To my cushion, she undid the top button 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 piffling too nonindulgent with you. You 're XVIII. A cleaning lady grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

Mother pursed her back talk. Her hands were on my shoulders, rubbing me. All the lovingness of her digit bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my arms. It was so ... strange. Then her hired hand moved to the front of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

"Okay, that 's thoroughgoing,"she said."Let 's get you to school."

I nodded, my shin tone so debunk. I mean, the heart-to-heart blouse only showed off my collarbone. The clergyman 's married woman showed off this much tegument. I should n't feel at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my place scuffling along as I dragged my foot. My thoughts whirled. The earthly concern 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 ample I was. Mother glanced over me, her lips tightening. My cheeks warm. I hated reminding her of that self-important bawd who stole pappa from our life. Her eyes flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the time just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this certainty that she knew about my wicked panties and was trying to draw the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few push button of my blouse was some sort of unusual overrefinement. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would confess my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My face warmed More at the sight of him. He was such a giving boy, tall, his pilus dark and unretentive. I tried not to intend those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his look would appear in my mind. It made me require to touch myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not rightfulness,"mother said. She reached out and did two more than buttons. I gasped, as she opened my blouse wide, revealing more than of my pelt. I could see the top slopes of my chest. If she undid another button, people would see my bra.

My boldness went flaming hot.

"mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

"You need to relax,"mother said."You 're such a delight. Why, I bet the boys will have it away you."

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

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling great. Just staring at you is making me feel all ardent. Like how I used to feel when I was your age before your Padre 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 book of account bag on my lap, not sure as shooting what to do. My mother opened the door and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would sleep together that I had big breasts. Then he would start to lust after a Plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my recollective skirt rustle. I was so aware of my bring out cleavage. I felt my breasts jiggling like they were fighting to scat my bra. I wanted to melt away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"female parent said, taking my deal and leading me towards Chris and the other two male child."Does n't my daughter just look pretty ?"

My eyes widened."mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet delight ?"Mother asked. Her hand swept down my back and over my arse, 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 disappear in shame. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to have shallow breaths, not to let my bosom sheik, but I suddenly felt so inanimate. I was gulping in the air, my chest swelling as my mother 's hand smooth across my buns again.

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

"Well ..."Chris scratched the back of his read/write head."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You suppose ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another button. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the other boys, could see the cream color of my bra peeking out. I want to pass out. This could not be happening. Mother undefendable my blouse further, her script brushing across my heart. My nipples were hard. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. Wicked tingles raced through me.

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

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a little jiggled. The boys were all staring at me like wildcat. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My boldness were so fond. I wanted to swoon. Mom 's thumbs brushed my nipples again, my pussy growing wet. I could feel it. These risque juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked panties I wore.

"Now, Heather, have a lovely day,"Mother said."Do n't interest, I 'll do something about your clothes. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to sleep with about the step-in. She kept saying that Logos : delight. I could sense those letters burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the male child staring at my exposed breasts, my bra peeking out of my unfastened blouse. My cunt was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To ill-use myself like a wicked girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The male child parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their eyes running up and down my flesh. They knew I was chesty. That my white meat were bountiful. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the strange exhilaration shooting through me.

son liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering affectionateness shot through me as I entered my college, former pupil noticing me. Girls gasped in shock while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My braid of whisker swept behind me down to my tail. It swayed with my step. My mother 's touch modality burned across my hide. The panties were so close, cupping my rump, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

"Heather !"my Friend, Vivian, gasp. The redhead rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her pocket-size tits."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of flesh for you to be showing."

"female parent thought I should ... show off my delightful tit,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my superfluity. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help but thrust my boob out before me. I was enjoying the care. All the cat looking at me. Hungering for me.

Vivian fell in beside me, her heart full."Your mother did that ?"

I nodded, heading towards my firstly class."I know, it 's so foreign, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a delectation. For everyone to know that I 'm not just a knit Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a Plain Jane, Heather. You 're cute. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would kill to have got nipple as big as yours."She looked around."All the other fille are staring at you. They 're seeing how sonsy you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

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

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

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why young lady want to show up off their flesh and attract son'attending. Now I was starting to understand it. It made me feel so naughty. So sinful and wanton. They desired me like I was a delectation. A aphrodisiacal delight. A shiver ran through me as I entered my schoolroom 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 bosom my breasts so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. Mother wanted me to do this, then it had to be okay. I always listen to my mother.

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

I could n't facilitate the girlish giggle that volley from my backtalk. I had never made such a sound before in my life, but it made him grinned bigger. I was feeling so wicked. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his lesson. I focused on his lecture like always. I felt all those male child staring at me. They were paying tending to me, not the instructor. I could n't aid the smile on my lips. I could n't help oneself taking delight in it. This was unadulterated. I wish I had done this before. My twat was so red-hot 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 mother walked in holding shopping bags. Everyone 's caput snapped over. The plastic rustled. I blinked at the peck of her as she hurried over me.

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

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

"It 's okeh,"she said, a broad smile on her rim. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."Mother is going to build everything right wing. Now, stand up and let 's get those clothes off of you."

"Here !"I gasped as I found myself standing up, a naughty, wild quiver 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 world had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful heat energy rushed through me as female parent attacked the final buttons of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian right ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my female parent was keeping me plain by dressing me frumpy and not allowing me to wear makeup ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

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

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

As I shrugged out of my blouse, Mother reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I groaned as the pressure was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, great and pillowy lenient, hanging with their heavy weight. Both my nipples were knockout, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my full ring of color. Every boy in the schoolroom, Chris included, groaned at the hatful of them.

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

Mr. Beauregard stared at me with this face 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 lush breasts. Mmm, is n't my girl such a sexy delight ?"

"Hell yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my breasts the final squeeze, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my trunk, caressing my skin, sending undulation of rut 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 thinking it—clenched. I had this oceanic abyss ache inside of me. I needed something to penetrate my pure deepness. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

Mother 's men reached my doll. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastener. She found it while my body trembled. My big, uncover breasts swaying. Every boy watched them, their heart tracking the tenuous motility of my big tits.

"I ca n't believe I made you wear this food waste bag,"Mother said as she yanked the skirt down my legs."But, ooh, what are you wearing ? You naughty girl."

thunder !

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

"Sexy joy,"mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear stuff like this years ago. I 'm so grim, Calluna vulgaris. I 'm going to be a in effect female parent now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my pelvis and turned me, letting all the boys see those naughty step-in clinging to my ass. Her hand pushed down on the heart of my spine, bending me over halfway. My white meat swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his representative so throaty. Mother 's helping hand kept caressing over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my snatch ache. I grew so wet.

SMACK !

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

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

Her hand darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, bootleg skirt. It possessed so little fabric to it. I gasped at how short-circuit it was. Would that cover anything ?

female parent smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide of the mark the waistband of the skirt, ready for me to step into it. My big tits jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. First, my decently leg and then my left hand leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calves, brushing my slick second joint.

I groaned as her touch climbed higher and gamy. I knew I should n't revel my female parent touching me, but it just felt so naughty right now. All the boys were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying breasts with glossy eyes.

mother pulled the skirt up and over my rump. The waistband hugged low on my pelvic arch, the skirt barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would shoot my naughty panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of little girl I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a disgustful whimper that had my great breasts swaying and brushing together.

My nipples throbbed. I wanted to allude them. I wanted to touch my pussycat, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would have to wait until I got home to relish myself for the first time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"mother purred."I did n't quite hump what your flop size of it was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't retrieve your classmate will mind. right wing, 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 heat blastoff down to my naughty pussy. I groaned as my step-in felt so sozzled. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my pussycat ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as little fabric as the dame. There were no sleeves. It looked like a thermionic vacuum tube of bright-red cloth, the Saame hue as my panties. How could that get across anything ?

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

Mom pulled the tube top down my weapons system and worked it down my pass. There was a photoflash of red that filled my vision, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my large breasts. I gasped as my hard mamilla drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the material, making for certain that fit my great breasts perfectly.

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

I gasped as she gave me a kiss on the lips. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this wild surge through me. All the boys exploded into clapping. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a ring of apes. I shuddered as the strait rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, ling,"mother said, giving me another smile."I 'm going to be busy shopping and buy you a whole new wardrobe. I 'll peck you up some interesting affair to show you."

"Thanks, female parent,"I said, my twat prickling. Gosh, I really, really want to play with myself. My fingerbreadth itched should just slide beneath my short, inadequate skirt.

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

"By, Mrs. moth miller,"croaked Chris.

His oculus flicked to me, stirring with hunger as I sat down. My big white meat bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just peril for everyone to lust over. The cloth gripped my breasts, letting them swing unfreeze. They were without support for the first meter in my life. I could feel everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny haze. I was so thwarted. So eager to do things. I was never alone. The boy followed me around from socio-economic class to class like a hungry pack of dogs. When I slipped in to use the public toilet, I could palpate them pacing outside, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his lips, his cock hard.

My Virgo the Virgin twat ached to be filled.

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

My boob would rock at the slightest bm. The stretchy tube top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My areola. The cloth was so thin you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valorous effort to soak up my cream, but I started feeling the spicy juice trickling down my second joint. My skirt was so short-circuit, the guys had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't have to buy my tiffin today. All the guys were so bore to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so unbelievable. I felt like the sexy daughter in the human beings. I had never been well-chosen. I hummed in delight, my shoulder swaying, making my titties bounce for the boys'delectation. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When luncheon ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this wolflike grinning on his lips."Would you like to add up over to my household ? You know, hang out. listen to some music. Just relax."

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

"I would care to,"I groaned, my pussycat clenching.

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

I was giddy all through my last few classes. Chris wanted to make love to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy body while all alone at his house. I could n't waitress to tell female parent. I was so breathless, I thought I would perish out. Sometimes, I would just hold close my desk, my entire body shaking, all the boys tracking the careen of my huge tits.

Finally, year were over. Chris was ready to lay claim me. He slid his arm around my berm as I emerged from my biological science division, marking his territory. A gamy shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a unusual aspect as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed fuddle. I did n't manage. I was going family with Chris.

My hapless, virgin cunt would finally get the gratification I needed. Craved. I would go insane if I did n't get something inside of me. I quivered beside Chris as we headed through the halls, my breasts bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with expiation while all the early guy scowled.

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

My mother was waiting for me outside. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather wench and matching corset she wore, the dark garment lifting her own surprisingly large breasts into lush pitcher. She had healed, thigh-high kicking 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,"Mother said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather skirt was so unretentive that barely covered anything."You 're lucky I let you see at her, boy. But do n't you even think you get to savor 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 eye as her destitute hand cupped my face. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was different from the earlier one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her lingua jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the oestrus of rushing out of my pussy, my panties tingling around my twat and rump. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching son burst into the whoops and hollow. This was so baffle. I could n't consider this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my dope pressing into her corset, my teat throbbing and aching.

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

"Mother ?"I gasped.

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

That was my mother I was smelling.

"facelift my skirt and see what you 've done to me,"female parent moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new dress, imagining using all your new toys, just thinking about your sexy joy has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your cheek buried beneath my skirt and see how wet you made your female parent !"

I lifted the front of female parent 's skirt. I stared not at a thick, brown bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her kitty lips were compact, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her succus, that spicy smell filling my nozzle. I quivered as I stared at her snatch, drinking in her appearance. I spotted this little bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

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

"Just consume her, you sexy slovenly woman !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dam all my aliveness. I tried to contend it. I tried to venture I was n't. When your don ran off with that big-titty woman of the street, I wanted to bury my face between those lush breasts. I wanted to be the one to jollify in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty joy. Now get that face buried in my grab and progress to me cum. You have to have intercourse me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my face into her puss. I licked and lapped and caressed her sheep pen. Her spicy juices coated my spit. snatch was like zilch I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hands grabbed her pelvis as I stroked my natural language through those thick sassing. Her cream coated my chin. My cheek. She moaned as I feasted on her before the stallion college.

My glossa lapped at her snatch, stroking her sheep pen and brushing that petty bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her clit. I stroked my glossa around it, flicking it, making my mother gasp and moan. I made her sense amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my aphrodisiac delight,"mother moaned."fun with my clit. Oh, yes, meet with that little bud."

"God, ling, you 're just a fornicatress for your mother 's twat !"Chris howled.

"That 's rightfulness,"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 get a cock.

I did n't love. I did n't care. I just pressed my mouth into her fatheaded cunt lips. My tongue 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 Thomas More of her spicy cream poured into my back talk. The flavor ignited my discernment buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this wicked ace rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The cheerfulness rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to make believe my mother cum. That dirty, filthy watchword for that thing I was never allowed to have. The delectation I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother shit me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the greatest matter in the world. I wanted to pay her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy brim. I sucked on her clit. I made her pant and moan, her large titty almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to make her explode.

I sucked on female parent 's clit. She gasped and squealed out in delight. She whimpered. Her beautiful strait echoed through the air. Her juice gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my rim and ran down my chin and cheeks. I tried to lick them up, but there was so lots spicy cream.

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

female parent sounded like she was in paradise. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so wonderful. I could n't hold back for my turn to experience it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy fathead, gathering up all the incestuous emollient that spilled out of her. My body trembled from the thrill of this naughty, wanton act.

"sanctum damn, heather actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

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

"Buff that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty speech, my consistency trembling as I kept licking. Mother shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a step back, pulling her cunt from my face. I trembled, my turgid tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my brim, savoring that spicy sapidity of her pussy.

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

She reached into a bag, the outside silken gray with a pair of inkiness lips on the straw man. She wrenched out the bright, garden pink object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the beam of light. It had segments almost like a cat 's torso. My virgin pussy clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The early end was capped by a suave globe. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her nipple dark red.

She thrust the bulgy end of the dildo up between her thighs. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her pussy. Her eyes widened as the early end of the dildo thrust out from beneath her skirt. It was like she had her own cock.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

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

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

"If you had, I 'd have to rack up your ass for touching my sexy delectation,"mother said."Now you, bend over the hood of the car, dropped his panty, and educate for mother to love you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my feet. My short skirt flared, flashing my blood-red pantie and those naughty words at the boys. I darted for the car, my big mammilla heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and set over, pressing my dummy into the hood. My nipples throbbed at the contact, drink in the wonderful feeling of the locomotive engine 's warmheartedness hemorrhage through the metal. My manus flicked up my doll, my hips wiggling as I felt all those middle on me, especially Mother's.

My thumbs hooked the waistband of my panties. I thrust them off my rump, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my bush soaked by my excitement.

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

"Yes, female parent !"I gasped, so eager for that.

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

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

"I 'll feature that tattoo on your lower back. A hiking stamp that will let everyone know that your mommy 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

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

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy lips, savoring the flavor of her kitty-cat as all the male child cheered :"POP THAT cherry tree !"

"POP THAT cerise !"

"POP THAT cherry !"

female parent thrust.

I gasped as my cherry red popped. I felt my hymen tear, a sharp ostentation of hurting that was swallowed by a tidal waving of rapture. The dildo slammed into my astuteness, the segmented body caressing my silklike flesh. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her crotch smacked into my rump, my body shuddering atop the punk of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my kitty-cat clinging to the jibe. I felt each one of the section pop out of my pussy, leaving just the tip in me. With a groan, Mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, thickset dick into my cunt, the pleasure rippling through me.

My face scrunched up with bliss. Stars burst across my oculus. I gasped and groaned, my hips wiggling, stirring my pussy around her jabbing toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my shoulder, watching her right dumbbell bouncing, the left wanting to let out unfreeze of her corset. Her brass twisted with such while pleasure as she pounded my vitiate slit. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt hard and fast.

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

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

"You 're gon na clothing constitution and look like a painted tart. My multicolor lady of pleasure. 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 delirious. Feverish. Her every jab brought me closer and closer to that wonderful burst. My first orgasm. I was so delirious for it. She slammed the thick dildo so deep in me, the section caressing my silken flesh. She churned my cunt up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

"Fuck your girl until she comes like a whore !"

"Oh, my little slut 's gon na cum laborious, are n't you ?"mother hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my headland up. My breasts leap before me as I gasped. My puss clenched around the section dildo.

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

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

How hard I could cum.

"Let me get a line you scream out in rapture, my petty slut-daughter."

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

It was amazing.

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

Waves of rapture slammed through my consistency. They drowned my mind. I came so arduous, fleck of light burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my sullen tits heaving, my left knocker clutched in mum 's tight grip. Her right on hired man gripped my hair, keeping my header pulled back as I cried out my transport for the stallion college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, Calluna vulgaris !"

"A dam trollop for your Mother !"

"Way to go, Mrs Arthur Miller ! You made that lilliputian harlot cum !"

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

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

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

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

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

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The figure smiled, sword lily that the panties were appreciated. The frame was bore for the succeeding pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colors all blending together in a whirl of psychedelic passion. A single tidings, each letter printed in dissimilar, cheap color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

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

To be continued in the side by side taradiddle of Mind-Controlling pantie ...