Mind-Control Panties

tale Three : Sexy Little joy

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

The figure entered the vent shop. It was one measure above a thrift computer storage, not the sorting of place that panties in the style that the figure made were sold. No racy delight to titillate a Cy Young woman 's wanton desires. No trendy clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these pair step-in was needed here.

The frame was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, average. On a shelf that sold packets of knit, boring panties, so similar to the type worn by the last-place miss the figure had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red red pantie with those bold, depressed varsity letter surrounded by a shimmering ash grey border.

Sexy Delight.

The figure kept walking, knowing that extra lady friend, Heather Miller, would be along in moments.

Heather was a tall lady friend, 18, wearing a baggy, gray dress to hide the fullness of her figure. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. She had the sort of consistency that boys would drool over. The eccentric of ripe pleasure that would beautify their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

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

Her daughter would stay pure.

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

When Heather saw the brace of panties casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a atrocious error. Those pantie did not belong here. She had popped into the computer memory to run a quick errand. Normally, she would never stag for wearable without her female parent 's being show. She only passed this specific booth by happenstance. She snatched up the pantie merely to deliver them to the right store proletarian. As she gripped it, she noticed the countersign printed on them, Sexy Delight. The flock stirred a strange, wistful yearning through her soul.

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

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

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

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new white potato vine peeler to replace the one that had broken last-place nighttime and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her bag notion spare heavy despite how little the pair of panties weighed.

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< strong > broom Miller < /strong >

Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred times 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 gown. I wanted to put these exciting panties on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So bright and colorful. They were for a pretty missy. A painted working girl. Not for a plain Jane like me.

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

Boys like my father.

"You do n't need to ever marry a boy,"Mother often told me."He 'll leave behind you. Just like your father did. They want painted cocotte, 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 nightdress. 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 pale blue panties I wore to bed, the refinement of periwinkle so faded it practically was white. I worked the cotton off my thigh and glanced at the meretricious yoke. I could n't think I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could sham.

Was there anything really haywire with that ?

It was n't like any the boys would notice me. They would never have sex I had them on beneath my long doll. That I was wearing something with those gamey row on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two watchword increase that warmth between my thighs. I glanced down at my dim George Bush, gasping at the sight of moisture beading on my pubic hairsbreadth. My cheeks burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red panties and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electrical tingle racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and building inside of me.

What was wrong with me ?

I whimpered, my prominent knocker swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The material clung to my thighs then my stern. I had to work the stretchy framework up and over my plump rear. I shuddered, my hands adjusting the elastic waistband about my pelvic girdle. They rode down than they should. They fit so cockeyed. Where they too small for me ?

"heather, it 's sentence for breakfast !"Mother shouted from below.

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

I already had my rig for this day laid out. A recollective, dark wench and a grayish blouse that button all the way up to my neck opening, the sleeve going all the way to my wrist joint. It was loose to veil my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to cumber such unwieldy, large boobs like mine. I slipped the band around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the boys would n't realize just how busty I was.

"Even a knit stitch Jane will birth the boys sniffing around her if they realize she has big bosom,"mother would say."Just like that sporting lady cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the gray blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid movement. It fit at large on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the collar. The shadow fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, black chick. I stepped into it as my mother called my gens again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the buttocks of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my left side and fit snugly around my shank. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as loyal as I could.

"Heather Miller,"female parent cried for a thirdly time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the door, my black fuzz swaying a midst braid behind me. I was so flighty after taking those panties home, that I forgot to undo it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't have got to expend the fourth dimension to translate braided this morning.

Those blue panty gripped my rump as I headed down the step. The cloth seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my physical body. It felt so unseasonable. So gamey. That heat between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, picket wearing apparel decorated with paisley flowers. It was as conservative as mine, the nail snug about her cervix, the arm descending to her carpus, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"Well, there you are,"she said."Let me deliver a look at you."

I came close to her, waiting for her review. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, malcontent panties I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulders down to my cubitus, smoothing the cloth into my peel. She gripped me there, eyes flicking up and down my consistency. She frowned.

The tingle rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, female parent ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

"wellspring, do on, your breakfast is getting cold."

"Yes, Mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a small breakfast nook lay. There were two bowls of cream wheat, plain stitch and untried. It was n't that lug made from instantaneous. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would help square up my stomach. Mother stared at me the full fourth dimension across the mesa, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the thick substance, her stare resting on me as she seemed lost in thought. My naughty sex clenched. My breasts felt so besotted in my bra. Constricted.

"I just ca n't put my digit 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 shock, 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 slight too strict with you. You 're eighteen. A woman grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

mother pursed her lips. Her work force were on my shoulders, rubbing me. All the warmth of her fingers bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my arms. It was so ... strange. Then her manpower moved to the front of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

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

I nodded, my skin spirit so exposed. I mean, the open blouse only showed off my collarbone. The clergyman 's wife showed off this lots skin. I should n't feel at all strange about it, but my female parent orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoes scuffling along as I dragged my metrical unit. My idea whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the rider place, buckling up. The seat belt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how plentiful I was. mother glanced over me, her lips tightening. My cheeks warm. I hated reminding her of that arrogant cocotte who stole daddy from our life history. Her middle flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the sentence just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this certainty that she knew about my wicked step-in and was trying to pull in the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few buttons of my blouse was some sort of unknown torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would confess my ungodly behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My boldness warmed more at the sight of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his hair wickedness and shortsighted. I tried not to think those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his face 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 correctly,"Mother said. She reached out and did two Sir Thomas More release. I gasped, as she opened my blouse extensive, revealing to a greater extent of my pelt. I could see the top slopes of my bosom. If she undid another push, the great unwashed would see my bra.

My nerve went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

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

My optic were so broad at that. son ?"Are you okay, Mother ?"

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

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my side of meat. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my Bible bag on my lap, not sure what to do. My mother opened the room access and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big breasts. Then he would start to lust after a knit stitch Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my longsighted skirt rustling. I was so aware of my debunk cleavage. I felt my chest jiggling like they were fighting to escape my bra. I wanted to melt away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

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

My eye widened."female parent ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet delight ?"Mother asked. Her hand swept down my book binding and over my prat, smoothing my dame."I know she has n't dressed for it, but you can see it, ca n't you, boys ?"

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

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to make shallow breaths, not to let my bosom swell, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my thorax protuberance as my mother 's hired hand smooth across my rump again.

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

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

"You judge ?"female parent said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my stupor, she undid another button. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the other son, could see the emollient vividness of my bra peeking out. I want to pass out. This could not be happening. Mother open my blouse further, her mitt brushing across my knocker. My nipples were hard. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. mischievous tingles raced through me.

"Now what you think ?"mother asked."I know she 's not wearing the most blandish clothes, but you ca n't deny 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 boy were all staring at me like wolves. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheek were so strong. I wanted to faint. Mom 's pollex brushed my nipple again, my pussy growing wet. I could finger it. These racy juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these repelling panty I wore.

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

She had to know about the scanty. She kept saying that word : delight. I could palpate those letters burning across my rump.

mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the boy staring at my bring out breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My slit was so hot. I wanted to tinge myself. To abuse myself like a sinful girl.

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

Boys liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering fondness gibe through me as I entered my college, other students noticing me. lady friend gasped in shock while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delicious my titty were. My tress of fuzz swept behind me down to my croupe. It swayed with my whole tone. My mother 's pinch burned across my pelt. The panties were so miserly, cupping my derriere, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

"heather mixture !"my friend, Vivian, gasp. The redheader rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her modest tits."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of human body for you to be showing."

"Mother thought I should ... show off my delightful breasts,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help but thrust my tits out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the guys looking at me. Hungering for me.

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

I nodded, heading towards my first class."I know, it 's so strange, but ..."I shuddered."She wants me to be a delight. For everyone to know that I 'm not just a Plain Jane."

"Ugh, you never were a Plain Jane, broom. You 're cute. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would shoot down to have tits as big as yours."She looked around."All the former fille are staring at you. They 're seeing how busty you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

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

"I do n't have intercourse,"I said, too scared to mention the panty and the D countersign printed on them. I drew in a deep breathing spell, my thorax rising and falling. My breasts rising and falling. Boys groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... unbelievable. I always wondered why girlfriend want to show off their flesh and attract boys'attention. Now I was starting to understand it. It made me feel so naughty. So wicked and wanton. They desired me like I was a delectation. A sexy delectation. A shiver ran through me as I entered my schoolroom and my instructor, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the spate of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back neat like always, wishing my bra did n't squeeze 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 rascally smile on his face."Hey,"he said, nodding to me."You look precious today."

I could n't help the schoolgirlish giggle that burst from my lips. I had never made such a sound before in my life, but it made him grinned larger. I was feeling so severe. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his moral. I focused on his talk like always. I felt all those boys staring at me. They were paying attending to me, not the instructor. I could n't help the smile on my back talk. I could n't help taking delight in it. This was perfect. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so fat and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my object lesson when the threshold opened and my mother walked in holding shopping bags. Everyone 's head snapped over. The charge card rustled. I blinked at the slew of her as she hurried over me.

"I bought these as fast as I could,"Mother said."I 'm so meritless for making you wear that baggy dress. Do n't worry, your mother will get you into a sexy delight."

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

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

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



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

The earth had gone utterly mad today.

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

Why did my new scanty cause her to actualise the Truth ?

She clicked her tongue as she opened my blouse, shaking her forefront in disgust."This bra is not going to work. I 'm sorry, but I 've been buying you bras two size of it too small. I was just trying to tame 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, turgid and pillowy soft, hanging with their operose weight. Both my nipples were hard, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide areola. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight of them.

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

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

My back straightened as I drank in the attractive force.

My female parent squeezed my titty."I know,"mother said."I was such a bad adult female for hiding these alky breasts. Mmm, is n't my girl such a sexy pleasure ?"

"Hell yes !"groaned Chris.

female parent beamed as she gave my bosom the net squeeze, even me tingling. Her handwriting and slid down my trunk, caressing my tegument, sending wave of heat energy washing down to my juicy pussy. My cunt—that was such a blue word to use for my snatch ; it made me feel so loathly mentation it—clenched. I had this rich ache inside of me. I needed something to penetrate my virgin depth. I glanced at Chris, sighting the protuberance of his cock.

I excited him.

Mother 's hands reached my skirt. She fumbled at the cincture, searching for the fastener. She found it while my dead body trembled. My bombastic, exposed bosom swaying. Every boy watched them, their oculus tracking the svelte movement of my bountiful tits.

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

slap !

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

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

I did n't fight as she grabbed my hips and turned me, letting all the son see those naughty pantie clinging to my ass. Her handwriting pushed down on the midriff of my rachis, bending me over halfway. My tit swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his part so throaty. female parent 's manus 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 second spank landed.

"Mmm, yes, you are a aphrodisiac delight, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new dress. Obviously, you have the everlasting couplet of panties for this skirt !"

Her hands darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, melanise skirt. It possessed so little framework to it. I gasped at how scant it was. Would that cover anything ?

mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching all-encompassing the waistband of the skirt, ready for me to ill-use into it. My magnanimous tits jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my binding. first base, my right leg and then my left leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my slick calves, brushing my silky thighs.

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

Mother pulled the chick up and over my bottom. The cincture hugged low on my pelvic arch, the skirt barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would scoot my spicy panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of girl I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a wicked whimper that had my bombastic breasts swaying and brushing together.

My teat throbbed. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to touch my pussy, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would cause to wait until I got home to bask myself for the first time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"mother purred."I did n't quite make out what your fizzle size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't call up your class fellow will listen. Right, 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 throb. This wicked heat nip down to my racy pussy. I groaned as my panties felt so soaked. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my pussy ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as little fabric as the chick. There were no arm. It looked like a subway of raspberry-red cloth, the Sami hue as my panty. How could that cover anything ?

"blazonry up in the air,"female parent said. She giggled as I did that."All the boys loved how that made your mammilla jiggled. Ooh, they 're all voiceless for you. My girl is a busty, sexy delight."

Mom pulled the tubing top down my blazonry and worked it down my head. There was a flash of red that filled my vision, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my large breasts. I gasped as my difficult mamilla drank in the rasping texture of the material. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making sure enough that fit my magnanimous chest perfectly.

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

I gasped as she gave me a kiss on the backtalk. It was nimble, almost motherly, but it sent this wild haste through me. All the boys exploded into hand clapping. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a pack of copycat. I shuddered as the auditory sensation rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, Heather,"Mother said, giving me another grinning."I 'm going to be busybodied shopping and buy you a whole new press. I 'll peck you up some interesting things to show you."

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my pussy tingle. Gosh, I really, really want to play with myself. My fingers itched should just slide beneath my brusk, dead skirt.

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

"By, Mrs. Miller,"croaked Chris.

His eyes flicked to me, stirring with hunger as I sat down. My big breasts bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just queer for everyone to lust over. The cloth gripped my breasts, letting them swing discharge. They were without support for the commencement clip in my life. I could feel everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny shock. I was so frustrated. So eagre to do things. I was never alone. The son followed me around from socio-economic class to course of instruction like a thirsty pack of dogs. When I slipped in to use the public convenience, I could feel 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 Virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my body in my new wearable. When I had to bend over, I could experience my skirt sliding higher and gamey, revealing the hindquarters slope my hind end, then more and more of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty panties. I knew some of the glittering letter were peeking out, bright-blue persona printed on cherry-red fabric.

My breasts would sway at the slightest effort. The stretchy subway system top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My areola. The material was so slim down you could see everything. I was so wet. My panty gave a valiant travail to pluck up my cream, but I started feeling the naughty juice trickling down my thigh. My skirt was so shortstop, the cat had to see the embarrassing gleam.

I did n't have to buy my lunch today. All the Guy were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so unbelievable. I felt like the sexiest young woman in the world. I had never been happier. I hummed in joy, my shoulders swaying, making my tit leaping for the boys'delectation. I groaned as they drooled like athirst dogs.

When lunch ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this esurient smiling on his sassing."Would you like to come over to my house ? You know, hang out. Listen to some music. Just relax."

I was n't an half-wit. I was sheltered, but not that much.

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

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

I was giddy all through my death few classes. Chris wanted to make love to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy body while all alone at his star sign. I could n't wait to tell Mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just seize my desk, my entire body shaking, all the boy tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, class were over. Chris was ready to take me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I emerged from my biology class, marking his territory. A blue shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed at sea. I did n't give care. I was going home with Chris.

My poor, virtuous pussy would finally get the expiation 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 residence, my breasts bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with expiation while all the other guy scowled.

I was sure as shooting I would go 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 skirt and matching corset she wore, the moody garment lifting her own surprisingly large breasts into lush mounds. She had healed, thigh-high rush and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

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

female parent seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant segmentation. She stared into my center as her free hand cupped my cheek. Then she kissed me. Right on the brim. But it was different from the originally one. There was no misunderstanding this for a maternally kiss.

Her spit jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my pussy, my pantie tingling around my pussy and rump. I whimpered into her mouthpiece, shuddering while the watching boys burst into the whoops and hollers. This was so vex. I could n't believe this was happening. female parent was kissing me. I trembled, my booby pressing into her corset, my mammilla throbbing and aching.

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

"Mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my human knee. So hefty. In control. She 'd dominated me my full life. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. Her annulus swayed before me. I could sense that prankish scent of leather. There was another smell beneath it. Spicy. That Sami musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

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

I lifted the nominal head of mother 's skirt. I stared not at a midst, brown bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy sass were thick, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juices, that spicy aroma filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her puss, imbibing in her show. I spotted this niggling 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 pig her, you sexy slut !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my life. I tried to crusade it. I tried to make I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to inter my typeface between those plushy chest. I wanted to be the one to revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, voluptuous delight. Now get that face buried in my snatch and give me cum. You have to eff 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 pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her folds. Her spicy juice coated my spit. Cunt was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My handwriting grabbed her hips as I stroked my lingua through those thick lips. Her pick coated my Kuki. My boldness. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

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

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my aphrodisiacal delight,"female parent moaned."Play with my clitoris. Oh, yes, play with that fiddling bud."

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

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

How could she do that ? female parent did n't have a cock.

I did n't know. I did n't handle. I just pressed my back talk into her thickly puss back talk. My knife flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my natural language into her depth, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. More and More of her spicy pick poured into my oral cavity. The flavor ignited my gustation buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this wicked ace rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my female parent. The sunshine rippled around me, spurring me on. The male child wanted to earn my mother cum. That dirty, nasty Son for that affair I was never allowed to have. The pleasure I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother ready me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the greatest thing in the world. I wanted to kick in her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy sassing. I sucked on her clit. I made her gasp and moan, her gravid boob almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

"MAKE YOUR female parent CUM !"shouted from the boys.

I had to make her explode.

I sucked on Mother 's clitoris. She gasped and squealed out in pleasure. She whimpered. Her beautiful sounds echoed through the air. Her succus gushed out of her. Just a overflow of them. They spilled over my sassing and ran down my chin and cheeks. I tried to lick them up, but there was so practically spicy cream.

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

female parent sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so terrific. I could n't wait for my turn to experience it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy bozo, gathering up all the incestuous cream that spilled out of her. My torso trembled from the thrill of this naughty, wanton act.

"Holy damn, Heather actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

"Way to go my ling ! You 're such a dike !"

"fan that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their gamey words, my soundbox trembling as I kept licking. female parent shuddered, her chest jiggling in the girdle. With a moan, she took a gradation back, pulling her pussy from my typeface. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my thermionic vacuum tube top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy spirit of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"mother said, wrenching open the passenger threshold.

She reached into a bag, the outside flowing gray with a pair of inkiness lips on the front. She wrenched out the bright, garden pink physical 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 shaft. It had segments almost like a caterpillar 's body. My vestal pussy clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a smooth ball. mother whirled around, her right white meat popping out of her corset, her pap dark red.

She thrust the bulbous end of the dildo up between her thighs. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her snatch. 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 flog your ass for touching my sexy delight,"female parent said."Now you, bend over the hood of the car, dropped his panties, and prepare for Mother to love you.

"Yes, female parent !"I moaned, so eagre to obey.

My tits heaved as I hopped to my base. My short circuit skirt flared, flashing my scarlet panties and those naughty words at the boy. I darted for the car, my big knocker heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my booby into the hood. My nipples throbbed at the contact, drinking in the marvellous feel of the engine 's lovingness bleeding through the alloy. My manpower flicked up my wench, my hips wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My thumbs hooked the waistband of my scanty. I thrust them off my stern, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my pubic hair soaked by my excitement.

My mother clicked her tongue in exasperation."All that hair has to go,"she said."When we get house, I 'll learn you how to curry your cunt."

"Yes, Mother !"I gasped, so tidal bore for that.

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

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

"I 'll take that tattoo on your lower back. A hiker stamp that will let everyone know that your mommy 's slutty picayune delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot flesh. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my button before pressing on my virginal membrane. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so make for female parent 's counterfeit cock to ram into me to make me feel perplex. I just knew she 'd give me such pleasance. 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 puss as all the boys cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

female parent thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a sharp flash of pain that was swallowed by a tidal moving ridge of transport. The dildo slammed into my depths, the segmented body caressing my silklike flesh. I groaned, my deflower cunny squeezing down on her dense toy. Her fork smacked into my hindquarters, my body shuddering atop the hood of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my twat clinging to the shaft. I felt each one of the segments pop out of my snatch, leaving just the tip in me. With a groan, Mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, thick dick into my cunt, the pleasure rippling through me.

My face scrunched up with walking on air. superstar burst across my eyes. I gasped and groaned, my pelvis wiggling, stirring my pussycat around her poke 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 correctly boob bouncing, the left hand wanting to break free of her girdle. Her face twisted with such while pleasure as she pounded my vitiate snatch. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old bitch hard and fast.

"What a slutty daughter I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your nipples and lead you around by a 3 !"

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

"You 're gon na wear makeup and look like a particolored harlot. My painted fancy woman. I 'll buy you a boob 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, female parent !"

I was excited. Feverish. Her every thrust brought me closer and closer to that wonderful blowup. My first climax. I was so agitate for it. She slammed the thick-skulled dildo so mysterious in me, the segments caressing my silklike flesh. She churned my pussy up. I hurtled towards that rhapsodic moment.

"Cum on your mother 's big dildo, you sexy fornicatress !"growled the cheering boys.

"Fuck your daughter until she comes like a tart !"

"Oh, my petty slovenly woman 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"female parent hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up. My white meat bounce before me as I gasped. My snatch clenched around the segmented dildo.

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

She shoved my tube top up, my sound breasts spilling into her squeeze clasp. Her fingernails bit into my forget tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in mission of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How grueling I could cum.

"Let me hear you scream out in raptus, my minuscule slut-daughter."

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

It was amazing.

pyrotechnic detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My form spasmed and writhed about that dumbfound tool plunging over and over again into my cunt. It was beyond words. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the pleasure rushed through my physical structure. I whimpered, shuddering.

Waves of rapture slammed through my consistence. They drowned my idea. I came so heavy, spots of visible light burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy mammilla heaving, my go forth breast clutched in mommy 's tight grip. Her in good order mitt gripped my hair's-breadth, keeping my head pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the stallion college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, Heather !"

"A dam hussy for your Mother !"

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

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

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

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

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

I was going to revel the relaxation of my submissive life.

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The digit smiled, glad that the panties were appreciated. The figure was eager for the following pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the coloring all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic cacoethes. A single word, each letter printed in different, meretricious color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

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

To be continued in the succeeding narration of Mind-Controlling Panties ...