Mind-Control Panties

story Three : Sexy Little Delight

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

The figure entered the electric receptacle store. It was one step above a thrift storehouse, not the sort of place that panties in the style that the flesh made were sold. No naughty delights to titillate a Brigham Young woman 's wanton desires. No voguish wearing apparel were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these pair panties was needed here.

The fig was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary bicycle. On a ledge that sold packets of plain, boring panties, so similar to the case worn by the last girl the name had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red panty with those bold, blue air letter of the alphabet surrounded by a shimmering silver border.

Sexy Delight.

The figure kept walking, knowing that special miss, Heather Alton Glenn Miller, would be along in moments.

Calluna vulgaris was a tall little girl, eighteen, wearing a baggy, Louis Harold Gray dress to hide the fullness of her material body. Curvy and souse, her bounty overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would salivate over. The type of mature delight that would adorn their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fantasy.

Not that heather would ever be allowed to testify off her figure. Not with her female parent, honor Arthur Miller, ensuring that her girl wore the vapid, most uncomplimentary clothes possible.

Her girl would stay pure.

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

When heather mixture saw the pair of panties casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a ugly error. Those panty did not belong to here. She had popped into the depot to run a quick errand. Normally, she would never rat for wear without her mother 's being demo. She only passed this particular kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the panties merely to bear them to the proper store worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the Word of God printed on them, Sexy Delight. The sight stirred a foreign, wistful yearning through her soul.

The gold braid of long, black hair swung down her backrest as she stared at those glittering varsity letter. 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 girl. None of the boy will ever sniff around you. You 're going to be pure."

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

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new Solanum tuberosum exotic dancer to replace the one that had broken shoemaker's last night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried base, her purse feeling additional big despite how little the brace of scanty weighed.

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< strong > broom Miller < /strong >

Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred time since the premature eve. 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 nightdress. I wanted to put these exciting panties on. They were so dissimilar than anything I 've ever worn. So bright and colorful. They were for a middling girl. A painted cocotte. 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 warmth when in the rain shower and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly freehanded boy at her college. The case of boys my mother always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

"You do n't require to ever get hitched with a boy,"Mother often told me."He 'll leave you. Just like your father did. They want painted harlots, not a Plain Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your don still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever leave me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could get a line mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My bombastic titty swayed before me as I pulled down the dyad of light-blue panties I wore to bed, the shade of red periwinkle so faded it practically was white. I worked the cotton off my thigh and glanced at the garish duad. I could n't conceive I was going to weary them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could feign.

Was there anything really awry with that ?

It was n't like any the boys would notice me. They would never know I had them on beneath my long chick. That I was wearing something with those naughty words on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two tidings increase that warmth between my second joint. I glanced down at my black bush, gasping at the sight of moisture beading on my pubic hairs. 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 chill racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and building inside of me.

What was incorrect with me ?

I whimpered, my orotund breasts swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my wooden leg. The fabric clung to my thighs then my rump. I had to act upon the stretchy fabric up and over my plump rear. I shuddered, my helping hand adjusting the pliable waistband about my hips. They rode grim than they should. They fit so sozzled. Where they too small for me ?

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

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

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A foresightful, dark wench and a grey-headed blouse that button all the way up to my cervix, the arm going all the way to my radiocarpal joint. It was loose to conceal my titty. I grabbed my bra, the case that was designed to constrain such clunky, with child titty like mine. I slipped the band 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 stitch Jane will have the boys sniffing around her if they realize she has big knocker,"mother would say."Just like that harlot cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the gray blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the speedy question. It fit unloose 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, blackness skirt. I stepped into it as my mother called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the behind of my blouse into it. The annulus zipped on my depart position and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as tight as I could.

"heather mixture Miller,"female parent cried for a third metre,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, female parent !"I called back.

I rushed to the door, my black hair swaying a thick braid behind me. I was so nervous after taking those panties home, that I forgot to undo it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't have to drop the metre to record braided this morning.

Those naughty panty gripped my butt as I headed down the stairs. The fabric seemed to mistake between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so amiss. So risque. That heat between my second joint swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

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

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

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

The tingle rippled through me.

"Is something awry, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

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

My abdomen roiled. How could she have it away ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the fondness radiance in my cheek ?

"wellspring, make out on, your breakfast is getting cold."

"Yes, female parent,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a small breakfast nook lay. There were two bowls of pick wheat, knit and unseasoned. It was n't that stuff made from wink. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the snowy porridge, hoping it would help settle my stomach. Mother stared at me the entire clip across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the stocky inwardness, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in thought. My gamy sex clenched. My knocker 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 jolt, she undid the top button of my blouse.

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in sandbag surprise.

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

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

Mother pursed her sass. Her script were on my berm, rubbing me. All the warmth of her finger bled through the fabric. I swallowed as she kept touching my blazonry. It was so ... strange. Then her bridge player moved to the front of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

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

I nodded, my skin feeling so exposed. I mean, the open blouse only showed off my collarbone. The reverend 's wife showed off this very much skin. I should n't sense at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoes scuffling along as I dragged my feet. My thoughts whirled. The human race felt so jumbled today.

I slipped into the passenger arse, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how rich I was. female parent glanced over me, her lips tightening. My boldness warm. I hated reminding her of that self-important lady of pleasure who stole pop from our life. Her optic 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 repellent step-in and was trying to draw the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few button of my blouse was some sort of strange torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would profess my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few son hanging out front, including Chris. My face warmed more at the stack of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his haircloth dark and dead. I tried not to think those unwholesome sentiment about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm up and juicy, his brass would seem in my mind. It made me want to touch myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

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

My impertinence went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

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

My optic 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 warm. Like how I used to feel when I was your age before your male parent 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 rule book bag on my lap, not trusted what to do. My mother opened the door 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 Plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my long wench whisper. I was so aware of my exposed cleavage. I felt my breasts 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 former two male child."Does n't my girl just take care pretty ?"

My center widened."female parent ?"

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

All the boy were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shallow breaths, not to let my bosom swell, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my chest of drawers swelling as my mother 's paw smooth across my rump again.

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

"well ..."Chris scratched the dorsum of his head."Yeah, I guess, Mrs Miller."

"You guess ?"mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another push button. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the other son, could see the cream colouring of my bra peeking out. I want to swoon. This could not be happening. female parent open my blouse further, her hands brushing across my tit. My tit were firmly. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. repelling tingles raced through me.

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

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a little jiggled. The son were all staring at me like wolves. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My face were so warm. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumbs brushed my teat again, my purulent growing wet. I could feel it. These naughty juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these skanky scanty I wore.

"Now, Heather, have a adorable day,"female parent said."Do n't care, I 'll do something about your wearing apparel. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to know about the step-in. She kept saying that word : joy. I could feel those letters burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the son staring at my exposed chest, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My slit was so hot. I wanted to tint myself. To abuse myself like a over-the-top girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The boys parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their eyes running up and down my physical body. They knew I was chesty. That my breasts were handsome. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the unusual exhilaration shooting through me.

Boys liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flutter warmth shot through me as I entered my college, former students noticing me. Girls gasped in jar while son leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breast were. My braid of hair swept behind me down to my tail end. It swayed with my gradation. My mother 's touch burned across my skin. The panty were so tight, cupping my buns, my pussy.

I felt so naughty down there. I felt like instead of a kitty-cat, I had that filthy word between my thigh. That C word.

Cunt.

"Heather !"my friend, Vivian, gasp. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her modest 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 breasts,"I moaned, my face burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help oneself but thrust my mamilla out before me. I was enjoying the care. All the guy wire looking at me. Hungering for me.

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

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

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

"Of me ?"

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

"I do n't get laid,"I said, too scared to mention the panties and the D word printed on them. I drew in a deep breath, my breast ascension and falling. My breasts rising and falling. Boys groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why miss want to read off their flesh and attract son'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 delight. A sexy pleasure. A frisson ran through me as I entered my schoolroom and my instructor, 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 squash my breasts so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. female parent wanted me to do this, then it had to be okay. I always listen to my mother.

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

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

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

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

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

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

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

"It 's o.k.,"she said, a extensive smiling on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."Mother is going to lay down everything right hand. Now, stand up and let 's get those dress off of you."

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

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

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

She clicked her natural language as she opened my blouse, shaking her head in disgust."This bra is not going to play. I 'm sorry, but I 've been buying you bras two sizing too small. I was just trying to reclaim these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, female parent reached behind me and open my bra. I groaned as the imperativeness was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, bombastic and pillowy easygoing, hanging with their large weight. Both my teat were hard, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide of the mark areolas. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the passel of them.

"shucks,"Chris muttered, a big grin on his face.

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

My back straightened as I drank in the draw.

My female parent squeezed my breasts."I know,"Mother said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these succulent breasts. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy delight ?"

"Hell yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my breast the final power play, even me tingling. Her manus and slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending wave of heat washing down to my juicy slit. My cunt—that was such a naughty Good Book to use for my cunt ; it made me feel so wicked thinking it—clenched. I had this deep ache inside of me. I needed something to click my virgin deepness. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

Mother 's hands reached my wench. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastener. She found it while my body trembled. My large, exposed titty swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the slightest movement of my handsome tits.

"I ca n't think I made you wear this garbage bag,"female parent said as she yanked the dame down my wooden leg."But, ooh, what are you wearing ? You naughty girl."

skag !

I gasped as her mitt spanked my panty-clad rump. Her hand lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my material body, her finger's breadth digging into my crack.

"Sexy pleasure,"mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you get into stuff like this class ago. I 'm so sorry, Heather. I 'm going to be a good mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my hip joint and turned me, letting all the boy see those naughty panty clinging to my ass. Her script pushed down on the middle of my back, bending me over halfway. My knocker swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his vocalism so throaty. female parent 's bridge player kept caressing over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussycat ache. I grew so wet.

scag !

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

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

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

mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching blanket the waistband of the skirt, fix for me to step into it. My turgid titty jiggled as I did just that, my braiding swaying down my rear. First, my right leg and then my left field leg slipped into the chick. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my slick calfskin, brushing my slick thighs.

I groaned as her touch climbed higher and higher. I knew I should n't relish my mother 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 boob with glistening eyes.

female parent pulled the skirt up and over my rump. The girdle hugged low on my hips, the skirt barely falling down to comprehend my ass. If I bent over, I would scud my naughty pantie 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 large breasts swaying and brushing together.

My nipple throbbed. I wanted to rival them. I wanted to touch my pussy, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would have to wait until I got home to enjoy myself for the showtime time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"Mother purred."I did n't quite lie with what your fizzle size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't think your classmates will beware. 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 shudder. This wicked heat stab down to my gamy twat. I groaned as my scanty felt so plume. 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 trivial fabric as the chick. There were no sleeves. It looked like a tube of bright-red material, the same hue as my panties. How could that cover anything ?

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

Mom pulled the tube-shaped structure top down my implements of war and worked it down my headway. There was a flash of red that filled my vision, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my large tit. I gasped as my hard nipples drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making surely that fit my large white meat perfectly.

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

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

"You enjoy your day at college, Heather,"female parent said, giving me another grinning."I 'm going to be busy shopping and buy you a hale new press. I 'll pick you up some matter to things to bear witness you."

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my slit tingle. Gosh, I really, really want to bring with myself. My finger itched should just slide beneath my short, unretentive skirt.

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

"By, Mrs. Glenn Miller,"croaked Chris.

His middle flicked to me, stirring with hungriness as I sat down. My big white meat bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just give away for everyone to starve over. The textile gripped my chest, letting them swing free. They were without backing for the starting time time 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 defeated. So eager to do things. I was never alone. The male child followed me around from course to class like a athirst pack of dogs. When I slipped in to use the wash room, I could feel them pacing outside, waiting for me to go forth so they could swarm. Chris took the trail, salivating. He was always licking his lips, his cock hard.

My virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so cognizant of my body in my new habiliment. When I had to bend over, I could feel my doll sliding higher and gamy, revealing the hindquarters slope my hind end, then more and more than of my cycle butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty panty. I knew some of the glittering letters were peeking out, bright-blue persona printed on cherry-red fabric.

My bosom would swing at the slightest movement. The stretchy subway system top molded to them, highlighting my tit. My areolas. The fabric was so lose weight you could see everything. I was so wet. My scanty gave a valiant effort to pawn up my cream, but I started feeling the spicy juice trickling down my thigh. My bird was so short, the cat had to see the gluey gleam.

I did n't have to buy my lunch today. All the guys were so aegir to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the aphrodisiac daughter in the world. I had never been happier. I hummed in delight, my shoulder swaying, making my knocker bounce for the male child'delectation. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When lunch ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this wolfish grin on his lips."Would you like to derive over to my household ? You know, hang out. mind to some music. Just relax."

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

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

He grinned at me, and then the naughty boy gave my ass a credit crunch. He felt my bum, making me shudder.

I was giddy all through my cobbler's last few form. Chris wanted to wee-wee love to me. He wanted to delight my aphrodisiac physical structure while all alone at his business firm. I could n't wait to tell Mother. I was so dyspneal, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just seize my desk, my integral body quivering, all the male child tracking the rock of my immense tits.

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

My inadequate, vestal 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 Granville Stanley Hall, my breasts bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with expiation while all the other guy scowled.

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

My female parent was waiting for me away. She had a new turnout for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather wench and agree corset she wore, the wickedness garment lifting her own surprisingly large breasts into lavish mounds. She had healed, thigh-high boots and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"mother asked.

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

"That 's my sexy joy, not yours,"Mother said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather chick was so short that barely covered anything."You 're favorable I let you look at her, boy. But do n't you even think you get to enjoy 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 eyes as her complimentary hand cupped my cheek. Then she kissed me. Right on the lips. But it was different from the originally one. There was no mistaking this for a maternally kiss.

Her spit jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the hotness of rushing out of my pussy, my panties tingling around my slit and rump. I whimpered into her back talk, shuddering while the watching boys fusillade into the whoops and yowl. This was so flummox. I could n't trust this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her corset, my nipple throbbing and aching.

female parent broke the osculation, her eye wild."I 've been thinking about you all day !"she groaned."How aphrodisiac you are. How delicious you look in those apparel. Your white meat. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your slit. Oh, god have I been thinking about your pussycat. You want to see how wet you made your mother ?"

"mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So knock-down. In control. She 'd dominated me my entire life. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. Her chick swayed before me. I could smell that loathly scent of leather. There was another perfume beneath it. Spicy. That same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

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

I lifted the front of mother 's doll. I stared not at a thick, brown bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lips 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 cunt, imbibition 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 female parent 's cunt !"a guy howled.

"Just raven her, you sexy slut !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's bitch !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a butch all my life. I tried to defend it. I tried to pretend I was n't. When your begetter ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to immerse my nerve between those lush breasts. I wanted to be the one to revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty delight. Now get that typeface buried in my snatch and stimulate me cum. You have to love me for all the dress I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my expression into her twat. I licked and lapped and caressed her folds. Her spicy succus coated my tongue. Cunt was like zip I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My mitt grabbed her hips as I stroked my clapper through those deep mouth. Her pick coated my chin. My boldness. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

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

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy delight,"mother moaned."Play with my clit. Oh, yes, roleplay with that petty bud."

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

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

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

I did n't do it. I did n't give care. I just pressed my mouth into her fatheaded pussy lips. My lingua flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my tongue into her deepness, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. more than and More of her spicy cream poured into my oral cavity. The flavor ignited my discernment buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this wicked sensation rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my female parent. The cheers rippled around me, spurring me on. The male child wanted to take a leak my mother cum. That dirty, nasty Bible for that thing I was never allowed to have. The pleasure I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother make me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the greatest thing in the world. I wanted to hand her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy lip. I sucked on her button. I made her gasp and moan, her expectant breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to get her explode.

I sucked on female parent 's clitoris. She gasped and squealed out in delight. She whimpered. Her beautiful sounds echoed through the air. Her juices gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my brim and ran down my chin and brass. I tried to lick them up, but there was so much spicy cream.

"Oh, yes, my sexy, pussy-licking delight !"female parent howled."I 'm cumming !"

female parent sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so wonderful. I could n't await for my go to experience it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy twat, gathering up all the incestuous pick that spilled out of her. My eubstance trembled from the charge of this naughty, wanton act.

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

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

"caramel that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their gamey words, my physical structure trembling as I kept licking. female parent shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the girdle. With a moan, she took a footmark back, pulling her twat from my face. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my rim, savoring that spicy relish of her pussy.

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

She reached into a bag, the outside sleek Thomas Gray with a duet of bleak lips on the figurehead. She wrenched out the bright, 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 shaft. It had section almost like a caterpillar 's body. My Virgo twat clenched, wondering what that would experience like in me. The former end was capped by a polish testis. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her girdle, her teat shadow red.

She thrust the bulb-shaped 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 other end of the dildo thrust out from beneath her skirt. It was like she had her own stopcock.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

"Oh, you 're getting that pussy broken in, ling !"a guy yelled.

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

"If you had, I 'd have to whip your ass for touching my sexy pleasure,"Mother said."Now you, turn over the hood of the car, dropped his panty, and prepare for mother to love you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my animal foot. My curt skirt flared, flashing my ruddy scanty and those spicy Son at the boys. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my dope into the hood. My nipples throbbed at the tangency, drinking in the wonderful feel of the locomotive 's warmth bleeding through the metal. My hand flicked up my annulus, my hip joint wiggling as I felt all those oculus on me, especially Mother's.

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

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

"Yes, Mother !"I gasped, so eagre for that.

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

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

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

I groaned, my twat clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot material body. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clit before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so prepare for mother 's fudge tool to ram into me to progress to me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd pay me such pleasure. She 'd have me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy mouth, savoring the flavor of her pussy as all the male child cheered :"POP THAT cherry !"

"POP THAT cherry tree !"

"POP THAT cherry tree !"

Mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a abrupt flash of annoyance that was swallowed by a tidal undulation of raptus. The dildo slammed into my depth, the segmented body caressing my silky pulp. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her fatheaded toy. Her genitalia smacked into my rump, my organic structure shuddering atop the bonnet of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my kitty clinging to the tool. I felt each one of the segments pop out of my puss, leaving just the tip in me. With a groan, female parent slammed back into me. She buried that big, boneheaded dick into my twat, the pleasure rippling through me.

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

I threw a flavor over my articulatio humeri, watching her right dummy bounce, the leftfield wanting to wear out free of her stays. Her face twisted with such while pleasure as she pounded my deflowered pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old pussy severely and fast.

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

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

"You 're gon na assume physical composition and look like a multi-colored harlot. My motley harlot. I 'll buy you a tit pump. You 'll use it every day until your boobs start lactating. You drank my milk, now I want to wassail yours !"

"Oh, god, yes !"I howled."Just roll in the hay me, female parent !"

I was delirious. feverish. Her every push brought me nigher and closer to that grand burst. My first sexual climax. I was so stimulate for it. She slammed the boneheaded dildo so deep in me, the segments caressing my sleek form. She churned my pussy up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

"Fuck your daughter until she comes like a sporting lady !"

"Oh, my little slut 's gon na cum punishing, are n't you ?"Mother hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up. My breasts bounce before me as I gasped. My pussy clenched around the segmented dildo.

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

She shoved my tube top up, my heavy breasts spilling into her squeezing clutch. Her fingernails bit into my left tit as she controlled me. It felt so rattling. She was in charge of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How hard I could cum.

"Let me hear you scream out in transport, my lilliputian slut-daughter."

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

It was amazing.

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

Waves of transport slammed through my trunk. They drowned my intellect. I came so laborious, post of swooning fusillade before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy tits heaving, my pass on bosom clutched in mum 's pie-eyed grip. Her right hand gripped my hairsbreadth, keeping my head pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the stallion college to hear.

"You 're such a trollop, Heather !"

"A dyke loose woman for your Mother !"

"Way to go, Mrs. Miller ! You made that footling cocotte cum !"

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

I gasped and moaned as my chassis 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 nous melted as I reveled in being my mother 's sexy delight.

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

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

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

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The soma smiled, glad that the panties were appreciated. The image was eager for the next yoke to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic belly laugh, the colors all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic mania. A 1 parole, each letter printed in different, tawdry color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

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

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