Mind-Control scanty

Story Fifteen : Becoming a Submissive Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for Beta version this !

The physique trembled as it stroked the last duet of mind-controlled panty it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls'creative thinker into its trollop. Turning good girls into whore, bad girls into virgins, and a whole emcee of former naughty designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the department stock. It had been in one of these places many fourth dimension. It knew through its waterfall 's magic that this was the perfect home to obtain her. To find the girl who would wear the special panties. They were cherry-apple red, the material bright and brilliant and innocent. On the book binding, in T. H. White alphabetic character, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A marvelous pair of panties for a unseasoned girl to wear.

A young girl taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the section store sold its lingerie. It passed through a show of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to appeal the attention of young cleaning woman who were shopping with their mother. One such little girl was about to arrive. She was transactions away from finding these panties.

The figure shuddered as, with a chance flick of its articulatio radiocarpea, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the human being. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The somebody'attention were on early things. On fabric consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The shape trembled in delectation as its last mind-controlling panties'secret plan began.

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

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born second behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers short circuit while the girl 's fell in a long and lush wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar zygomatic. Courtney had low eyes from her father, while Brenda possessed a vivacious green.

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the pantie. Her breath caught as she stared at that extra pair. The words and White person letters beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

"I get having a crush on an elder man,"said Mrs. Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be careful. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your fondness broken."

The daughter gave a slight nod, utterly entranced by the pantie. Her mother 's row were flowing through her mind.

"He 's a estimable man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll pick out advantage of you, but I know what female child are like at your age,"Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both prof at the Lapplander college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history class."fountainhead, those are cute panties. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the panties. The tingling rippled through her. Her mamilla hardened while her head mentation of Mr. Rainier. And collars. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the bank clerk failed to ring up one couplet of the scanty that the two women bought. A single item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Taylor did n't even remember the pantie by the meter they got home.

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

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's elbow room, washing basket under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so long it was second gear nature to me. I set the basket atop her dresser, measured not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the clean ones already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Same shade as an Malus pumila. I blinked, remembering a calendar month ago we were shopping and she 'd buy these. I picked them up, a strange tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my mamilla hardening.

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

Teacher 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my thinker. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'pouch. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my daughter 's step-in. I continued putting the remainder of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never wash them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all rightfield for me to take away them. I could wear them. It would be mirthful. A instructor wearing panties intended for a instructor 's pet.

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

The approximation set my judgement alight with tidal bore anticipation for the rest period of the even. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny urge inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my indigence. I did n't moderate to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just did n't sense right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my nous filled with strange double. dog collar. student. It was all such a blur. A oddments of sexual impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the following morning.

The here and now I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my daughter 's draftsman. They fit perfectly. We were the same sizing, after all. I might be .22 years previous than her, but I still had a neat figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my tail. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, boring step-in.

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

I glanced at what I 'd lie out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a little gloomy cut. I wanted to really show off my tumid white meat. I picked up my top and darted to my press, the bra I was wearing constraining my weighty hill.

I threw open my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in long time. It was naughty and had such a plunging neckline. My hubby bought it for me as a birthday nowadays, not realizing just how a lot chassis it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was precious. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the arm. I loved the feel of the silk against my flesh. I worked the buttons, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my boob, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my large expanse of delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will keep the boy focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the backbone of my chamber door.

I slid my hands up the silk framework of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The panties tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my boys. I needed to help them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, son were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to take in it as engaging for them as possible.



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

I stared at that.

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

My curvature would designate through. I just knew it.

I dug out a dyad of five-inch hound, not my common flats. I knew they would help to give definition to my derriere and shape to my calf. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big boob bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their dayspring chore. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a big, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin sister, his browned tomentum cut curt. A big smile bedspread across his lips as his regard rippled up and down my body.

"well, mom, wow."

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

"sanctum shit, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes blanket as she held a large jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head."You 're wearing that to shoal today ?"

"What 's so faulty with this getup ?"I asked."Your brother likes it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her aspect tightened."Does Dad cognise you 're wearing that ?"

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

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

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

He was one of my boy.

I had both my twins in my sec class. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to make for with the vauntingly buttons of my blouse and give my boys a treat. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to focus all my attending on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walk out of the business firm, Kenneth was right on my heel, such a skilful boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the figurehead seat much to Kenneth 's letdown.

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

I was sure another decade they would be unspoiled booster. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till nineteen and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my panties tingling, making my pussy itch. The wet hullabaloo soaked between my thighs. Class today would be howling. I would be such an amazing professor. All my bookman would just love me. I would develop them. I 'd build my son so brightly and smart. I quivered, my thigh rubbing together as I drove, my large breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the stallion ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boy were staring at me. Even the ace I did n't instruct. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my pelvic girdle swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the spring to my tits. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

I wanted to swagger. I felt like a prize show dog on display, a beef in her blossom proving just how stick she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"Good dawning, Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their center all flicked up and down my consistency, noticing me.

I perched on a stool in front man of my first class, legs crossed, all the son crowding up the social movement rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the dorsum, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something incorrectly. It was n't my fault that all the son were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their jade'tight, young bodies. The boys were finally rid of the distraction of all those barely legal whore.



My boys'hormone were focused on pedagogy now.

It just felt so right-hand. But, as I taught that first class, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the unadulterated idea while my first course filed out and I had to hold back for the students of my second.

Kenneth was the first to come. My son sat front and center before me, a big smiling on his brass."darn, mom, I am so make to learn about story from you today."

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

Courtney, who was slinking into the binding of the elbow room, gagged. I did not know what was up with that girl today.

The other boy all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a marvelous guy with blond hair and a big nose sat to the right of my son while lancet, a caramel and tall inkiness guy took the seat to his left hand. For once, he looked eager to hear as he stared at me perched on the feces, his white dentition flashing between his loggerheaded lips. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red pilus and lentigo across his face. Today, he did n't look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front line row and with his binding heterosexual. I was inspiring them. Aston and James I and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me.

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

When the last student walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said,"trade good break of day, son. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their caput went up and down with such bore hunger. I would make this example so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to learn it all. They had to be inspired.

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

A low, thirsty groan came from the boys.

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

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

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

"Teach your year ?"she gasped, this looking at of shock on her boldness."Mom, you 're talking about doing a exotic dancer for the boys."

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

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

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

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

A hot lunar time period rose through my snatch. I shuddered and squirmed on my faeces."Now, if the missy would care to be beneficial and not interrupt us, I 'll begin."

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

"Okay, what was the engagement that napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

Kenneth shot his bridge player up."August 15, 1769 !"

I beamed at him. As I popped the first square button through its eyelet, I purred,"That 's sort out, Kenneth. Such a undimmed boy."

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

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

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

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

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

There was secretiveness for a mo, and then Rich shot his script up. I nodded to him. He blurted out,"It was the 13 Vendémiaire Revolt."

I clapped my hands together in delight."Well done."My fingers popped the third push through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my stomach."That was wondrous, rich people. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his effort against Austria ?"

It was William James 's turn to shoot up his handwriting. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was xxvi, right ?"

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

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

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

I popped the last button through its cringle. I shuddered as my blouse fell spread out. It exposed my placid belly and my large breasts constrained in my blackamoor bra. All the young lady were shaking their capitulum in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amaze way of inspiring my son. The striptease was perfect. My boys were all so interested. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

Oh, God, this was just amaze. I could n't think I did n't think of this before.

I loved these naughty panty I wore. They were so inspire. chill rippled around my pussycat. The hotness built and built in my twat as my male students salivated over me. Young men were such hornlike things. I was so glad I was channeling their lust in an appropriate guidance. They would watch so often as they stared at my ample flesh.

I could n't wait to masturbate when I got home.

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

My son shot his handwriting up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to continue the Continental system that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade route through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said,"You are such an intelligent, young man. I 'm so proud of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a prof,"lance muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

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

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of hungry dogs all wanting to mount the same squawk. I shuddered, my neck feeling so marginal. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to pertain myself so badly.

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

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

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

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

I brought my hands to the nominal head, pressing the cupful against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my shoulder joint, showing the boys that aught was holding my bra on my bosom except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the adjacent one right, and you 're going to see every, conclusion bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all surd and aegir, does n't it ?"

"Fuck, yes, Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"Aston moaned.

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

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

Courtney gagged. She was just envious that her sidekick wanted to see my breast and not hers. She only had a pair of circle tit. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my pussy molten heat."final question. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

"That 's such a fucking wanton one,"muttered my daughter.

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

"paragon Helena !"fit from Lance.

"He was exiled to Saint Helena !"groaned my son, his centre locked on me.

"Yes, he was,"I moaned and ripped away my bra.

I exposed my breasts to my eager boys. They all groaned. I could finger their eyes staring at my big, lush tits. My dusky nipples were so hard. I arched my rear, thrusting my titmouse out before me. I wanted to make for certain they got a unspoiled expression at them. They swayed with a big joggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

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

"Yes, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"groaned from the son. My son licked his backtalk, looking so joyful.

"And you girls, I do n't want to listen a organ pipe out of you. You can just brood in the book binding. I do n't care. I 'm here to teach my boys."

God, my pussy was on firing.

I gave my talking to, striding back and forth between my boy. Their eyes followed my heaving breasts. I shuddered, my racy panties soaking up my succus. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my life. I shuddered, loving it. My heels clicked with every step, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my breasts to joggle.

I had this strange itchiness around my neck. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to understand what I was missing. But I maintained my nidus. I taught my son right up until the end of the hour. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a osculation on the forehead. They were all grinning as they left my class, all talking about how they were so eagre for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male scholarly person were eagre to learn. This was terrific. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

right wing then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of course, I could n't do anything about it. I had classes to learn. I kept up my strip show lessons, the girls all glaring at me in the back. They were just envious because I had gravid boobs than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a 1 guy get a question damage. They got them all correct, letting me strip off my blouse and bra and then lecture topless for the rest of the hour. It was such a rush. Every female teacher needed to do this.

I had no idea what the male person professor could do to inspire the boys.

The instant college was done, I headed to the stock. Of track, in my eagerness, I forgot to ask my baby home, but they were nineteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supplies. My new rig. I needed a shorter doll, and I could n't wear the Lapp blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so aegir for tomorrow 's social class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her heading. She kept trying to spill the beans to her father, but he was busy watching the plot. I made sure he had plenty of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his nuzzle and purred,"You 'll just have to wait and see tomorrow, okay ?"

"God, I ca n't wait. Your boobs are amazing, Mom."He grinned at me."Can I match them ?"

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm sure you have homework to do. It 's not just my class that you need to surpass at. You have to be adept at all of them."

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

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to make her stay household from classes. I did n't ask her negativity in my class tomorrow. I was all about the convinced. Helping my boys to overlook their moral. They had to master their knowledge. I could n't hold off to help them. I was so wet and horny.

While my hubby was snoring on the recliner downstairs, passed out from all the beers I 'd given him, I went upstairs and masturbated.

Hard.

I thought about all my Male educatee. I picture them one by one fondling my breasts and sucking on my mammilla and eating out my pussy. I imagine their young peter sliding into me. They fucked me intemperately in my imagination. They pounded me. Lance and his big, inglorious dick. Paul with his passionate thrusts. Even my own son.

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

It was incredible.

I passed out in a fog of gamy thinking. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morning to get quick. I could listen my married man grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his trouble. He did n't have to drink all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

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

I was just so energize as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an energise maroon. It, too, had four push button. It was barely held shut, my big knocker struggling to escape. I wore a bra, but only for that first class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one last time before I implemented my new curriculum during my mo class.

After all, my son deserved to experience it first. He was such a bright student.

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the strawman seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my skirt was. It was short. If I was n't heedful, I would be flashing my cunt.

Of course, I was n't wearing any pantie beneath. Not even that special pair. They would just get in the way. My teacher 's Pet panty were beat, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my object lesson programme firmly set in my mind.

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

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not hear your brother working on his homework all nighttime ? He was hectic. I know that you just expend all your metre bothering your sire instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some grounds. Well, I was inspired by the panties I 'd stolen from her. If she just put those on a month ago, maybe she would 've found a way to inspire her teacher. Maybe she would hold become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

Well, they were my panty now.

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

I strolled through the building and marched past my son. They were all so hungry. All prepare to dominate their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my schoolroom. I taught my first stratum. It was n't the avowedly rush I craved, but still fun. My kitty-cat was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my bosom to the excited male child. I lectured to them topless, but all I could recall about was the special token in my purse. The thing that I needed. The matter that would make out me.

The special delight that would make a example to my boy they would never forget.

Finally, my indorse class had arrived. I was set up to implement my new ascertain strategy. The male child were already flooding in. Today, lance was the starting time to show up. The caramel and tall Black American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big dick.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, immature man. God, he was so handsome. He had a big smiling as he took his rear end. Rich followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and James and Tommy and Paul all took their seats. They were all ready to study. All staring at me with such Passion on their faces. I could see they were ready to suffice questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You better believe I did, Mrs Taylor,"shaft groaned."First time I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a dandy job as your teacher,"I said, my fingers undoing the push button of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last class topless. I did n't discommode with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

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

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the indication grant that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just stay put out of the son'hair. I need to develop them. I need to teach them to be dominating, strong young men who seize their education.

"Dad is totally going to disassociate you,"muttered Courtney.

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most authoritative matter in the populace a char could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my bookman. I stripped naked with pride, letting my boys see my boastfully, plushy breast and the trimmed, brown bush adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the alone way that a female teacher could truly train her boys.

She had to get their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the triplet and arrest out of my pocketbook. All the boy were staring at my bare body, drinking in the sight of my flesh. The fragrance of my lemony snatch reached my olfactory organ, filling my every aspiration with delight. My girl stared at me in shock as I placed a thick, black shoe collar around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the tone of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to seize their academic futures with both deal and show their teacher who was the professional here.

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

"holy place fucking hoot,"groaned Rich, his big nose quivering.

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

"It 's Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did Napoleon invade Russia. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a back before the other boys yelled out the answer.

I was so glad it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the leash towards him and said,"I 'm yours. I 'm yours until you cum. Then the next boy gets to answer a question."

"Holy damn,"he said, grabbing my ternary in a trembling hand. He stood up, his shaft tenting the front of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my sassing or my cunt or my asshole."

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's twin sister bolted to her ft."You ca n't do it our mom."

"She 's Mrs President Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my leash gripped in his veracious hand as he worked his fly heart-to-heart. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my reward for getting the interrogative right. That 's all. Look at her. She needs to be fucked. That 's what you do with a teacher-pet, right ?"

"Yes,"I groaned.

Courtney hissed and then she sat down. She could have been a pet to her favorite teacher, but she did n't wear the step-in in fourth dimension. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to experience the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't serve one man.

I would attend to all my boys.

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

An incestuous rush shot through me as he gripped my leash and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his pecker into the hollow that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my George Herbert Walker Bush and dribbled down my thigh. That tangy fragrance swelled in persuasiveness. It filled my nose.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was perfect. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was sword lily that my son would ram that big dick into me and nominate me scream my head off in delight.

I groaned as he pressed his cock against my twat backtalk. He rubbed his tip up and down, the poll of his hawkshaw teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton groan burst from my mouth. Then his shaft was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.

Slowly.

My son took his clip enjoying his pedantic advantage. He pulled tight on the tierce, the collar gripping my cervix. I groaned as his rooster sink deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my womb. The choker jangled, metal clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my jackass around his girth.

My son bottomed out in me.

I had my Kenneth back in me.

My strapping, hunky son was all the way in my cunt. I felt every inch of his prick. It was wonderful. I was gladiolus I was both his teacher and his female parent. That I could be his pet and stroke his stopcock with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky grip of my twat. He moaned and thrust back into me with force.

Not a slow slide now, but a man taking his education in hand.

His egg smacked into my button. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in invidia. They were all watching, eagre for their turn to fuck me. It was unbelievable. This was an amazing treat. I was so glad he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his shaft. I clutched hard, the pleasure edifice and building with every thrust.

"holy crap, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy flavour amazing ! Your pussy is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your instructor. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your teacher is a strumpet. She 's a dirty whore that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your teacher, your mummy, is so thrilled you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a stiff clutches of the leash, tugging on my dog collar. That kept my capitulum up, my oculus staring at the early students watching. The boys were pulling out their dick, stroking themselves.

fishgig did give birth a big cock, ebony and long. So did Rich. Saint Paul 's was skillful and Jesse James had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My snatch melted. I could n't wait to learn them all. To give them an didactics they would never forget.

It was my responsibility as a teacher-pet !

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

"Kenneth !"his twin babe exclaimed.

"Either sit down and exclude up, or get naked and help educate these rooster !"I moaned.

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

His dick slammed so deep and hard in me. He churned me up. His nut smacked over and over against my clitoris. Sparks volley. The delight rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my jackass around him. I loved every hot plunge of his cock penetrating my pussy. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was fantastic. Incredible. I groaned, my pelvic girdle wiggling from slope to side. The incestuous joy built and built inside my pussy with every driving force of my son 's cock. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. dribble of cream dribbled through my bush and ran down my thigh. My expectant breasts swayed.

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingerbreadth into my pillowy soma. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His balls smacked into my clitoris. Little bursts of pleasance showered through my cunt. I was about to explode.

I was about to cum on my nineteen-year-old son 's rooster !

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a adept student ! You 're mastering your lusts ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so hard !"

His mitt squeezed my left breast. He jerked on the leash. For a moment, my airway collapsed. I could n't catch one's breath, and it was wonderful. He was showing his supremacy of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My twat writhed and spasmed around his prick. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing puss. Incestuous waving of bliss washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the expiation I craved. I groaned, loving it. The early son around me all stroked their hawkshaw. Lance squabble on his hand and rubbed it up and down his coal black stopcock. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right titty swung free, trembling with my body. My son gripped my left tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming twat. He growled out his boyish turmoil. He slammed his dick so deep into my climaxing snatch. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

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

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

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

"shag, Mom,"he groaned."Damn !"

He spurted the finale drop curtain of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the leash. He stumbled back while I trembled through my bliss. I hit that wonderful peak as I stared out at the other son watching. I had to give them another question. It was so heavily to think.



Something bubbled through my nous.

"How long did the Peninsular War last ?"I managed to spit out out.

"shag, was n't that six years ?"Lance groaned."Yeah, that was six years !"

"I 'm yours, fishgig !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my cunt. The ointment soaked my bush.

The strong, Loretta Young Black guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eagre to feel his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy tit swaying. My collar jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with envy while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was sure they would all get a question correctly before the hr was over.

I gasped as shaft parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spittle landed on my cocksucker. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my naughty sphincter. He was going to use my intestine. He would have it away that huge prick into my anal sheath.

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

"Fuck yes I am, Mrs. Zachary Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eager to take his huge, pitch blackness dick in my bowels. My entire body quivered. I stared down at my left deal. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't necessitate that any farseeing. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my male child. My hubby already had his Education Department.

I ripped the ringing off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"Fuck my mother fucker so hard, fishgig ! Be a dear boy and use your teacher-pet !"

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

lance thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his shaft stretched and stretched my anal doughnut. My sphincter did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first meter doing anal, but I knew my torso could manage it. I would love it. But all my holes were available for my sexy boys to use. fishgig wanted my ass, so he got it.

"sanctum fucking shit !"I howled as his thick putz speared profoundly and inscrutable into my bowels. He stretched my wretched son of a bitch to its terminal point. My anal sheath clenched around his ebony shaft. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, Lance ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound my jazz asshole until I explode !"

"You fucking know it, Mrs. President Taylor !"he moaned as he bottomed out in me.

I squeezed my bowels around his dick as he drew back. I heard him spit again and felt it splashing against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my bowels. My breasts swayed from the impact. My entire body rock. I gripped his turncock with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

delight melted down to my cum-filled pussy. More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my twat as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every dip of his putz into my bowels. I loved that my hung scholar was fucking my asshole.

lancet spat each fourth dimension his turncock emerge. 7 times. eighter from Decatur metre. Until finally, he was pumping with ease. He was working that shaft in and out of my bunghole. He was fucking me like the fornicatress I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal sheath as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my leash as he fucked me. The other boys cheered him on.

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

"screwing that MILF 's loaded ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't hold back to fuck her,"groaned rich as he stroked his big pecker."red cent, Mrs Joseph Deems Taylor, you are fucking fine !"

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. lancet fucked his peter in and out of me. He slammed into my astuteness and then pulled back. Over and over, his dick stimulated me. His orchis smacked into my taint. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't wait for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would shed so very much jizz in me.

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

His big tool drove me violent. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out Sir Thomas More and Thomas More of my son 's jizz. Hot streamlet of his heart ran down my thighs. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my paw balled into fists. I was so penny-pinching. Just a few more strokes, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowels tight around lance 's big dick. I wanted to cum on his ebony tree irradiation."Keep fucking your instructor ! Keep showing your teacher-pet that she 's your fornicatress !"

"God fucking damn, you are !"Lance growled."Mrs. Taylor, you 're the biggest slut ever. I love it !"

His shaft oil production into my asshole combined with those words to get me find so sinful. I came.

His orchis smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The pleasure erupted in the depths of my cunt. The mellow photoflood of passion surged through my body. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my head teacher and stared out at my boys.

Little sparks of visible light danced around them. firework celebrating the intensity of my orgasm surging through me. My asshole spasmed and writhed around gig 's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my motherfucker. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big gumshoe. My mind burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"Fuck !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking whore !"

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

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His turncock buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowels. I reveled in his great dick filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to explode in me. I felt that he was on the brink of it. But he did n't erupt. My asshole rippled around him, my orgasm burn through me, but no jet of his jizz came. Then with a loud grunt, he ripped his cock entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the strong, lightlessness student yanked hard on my triad. I gasped as he spun me around, my large tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony monster. I could reek the sour musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my mouth and swallowed his dirty cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The sour flavour made me feel so naughty. Another climax rippled through me. A small-scale one. But it was hazardous and Delicious as I showed my boys I was such a good teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"Fucking Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"he growled."suck it down my cock as you clean my big dick !"

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

His jizz was flavored with my sour arsehole. I reveled in the dirty flavour mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my heart shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every drop of my Shirley Temple educatee 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a dependable teacher-pet.

I hoped the lady friend were watching and witnessing how they needed to develop their boys. I hoped my girl would read. That she could get over her jealousy and bitterness from missing out on being a pet to her favorite teacher.

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

Lance dropped my 3 as he ripped his cock out of my mouth."punter ask your following question, Mrs. Taylor."

Question ?

Right. I needed to ask my son something. I groaned, struggling to consider. I needed my educatee to eff me. All my cognition of Napoleon I era seemed to have evaporated beneath the run pleasure still simmering over my mind. I groaned, feeling my boys staring at me with expectant hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

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

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

"What the fuck !"gasped my daughter."That 's a question a first grader could get !"

"They got it, though,"I moaned."Until they cum, they get to use me however they like."

"I call dibs on her pussy,"Rich said and snagged up my troika first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your face so hard, Mrs. Taylor,"the nerdy pep said. He ran his script through his red hair. His prick thrust out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the storey. He held his dick upright piano with his left field hand while his right field jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his body. My sullen tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous seed, to Rich 's concentrated peter. I impaled myself down his cock. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My kitty loved it.

I groaned, my motherfucker ache. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his stopcock oceanic abyss and hard in my gut. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Apostle Paul was grabbing a fistful of my Robert Brown hair. He jerked my head to the right and rammed his pecker into my athirst mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was unbelievable. I sucked hard on Paul 's cock. My pussy gripped rich people 's thick dick as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his cinch. My arse welcomed Tommy 's hard pecker as he pumped away at my intestine over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The other ones were watching, waiting for their bit. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Paul 's cock. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my knife, giving me a trailer of the delights to come. My hands pressed on rich people 's berm. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his pecker. I pumped up and down his shaft, matching Tommy 's hard rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my intestine mixed with the satiny delight of my cunt. I loved it. I clutched both my muddle around my big, strong boys. I whimpered around Paul 's dick as I pleased my other two scholar. My pussy and bowel drank in the terrific rubbing. Over and over, I was filled with grueling cocks.

"roll in the hay, you 're so pie-eyed,"grunted Tommy. His hired man slid around and grabbed my impenetrable mamilla. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fucking serious instructor ever, Mrs. Taylor !"

"Fuckin'A, you are !"moaned rich people, his big hawkshaw filling my snatch on every downstroke.

"Mrs. Taylor !"groaned Alice Paul as he pumped his peter in and out of my oral cavity."You 're going to deep-throat my dick, are n't you ?"

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could deal it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his dick. He slammed his cock all the way into the profundity of my lip as my other two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old prick. When Alice Paul brush the book binding of my throat this time, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His dick slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my lips and nose. His balls smacked heavily into my chin.

I was truly being fucked in all three of my holes.

Rich was thrusting up as I rode his dick. Tommy pounded my son of a bitch with his powerful stroke, his digit kneading my heavy tit. Paul grunted as he slammed his cock down my throat over and over. I loved the big H of his laborious ballock on my chin. The impact of his crank, brimming with his cum, against me had my lustfulness surging hot through me. I wanted him to flood my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed tight around Rich 's cock and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my hips, stirring my pussy and arse around their shafts. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's cock driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was pure. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my nipples. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasure slammed down to my cunt. I was on the verge of exploding again. Another orgasm that would ripple through my body. My three male child were given me such walking on air. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Saint Paul 's hawkshaw while my twat convulsed around rich people 's turncock. Tommy drove his hard gumshoe into my writhing bowels. All three boy groaned. They knew I had reached the elevation of rapture. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boys'dicks.

"Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my dickhead."You feel so dependable ! Fuck !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that wonderful spurt of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so dissimilar from in my kitty. I got to experience that delight a moment later as Rich groaned. His dick flooded my snatch with his punk. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

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

"Fuck,"Saint Paul groaned and slammed his cock all the way down my throat. My vocal cords hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The waves of rapture were flooding through me."Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"

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

My twat and whoreson drained rich people and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every last drop of his cum in my oral cavity. Then I had other boys who needed to answer questions. Aston and James and Patrick Henry and more. All my boys needed to bang me. I shouted out question. simpleton ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 clip 1 !"

"How many sides does a triangle have ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and Forth. I never wanted this object lesson to end, but when it did, I had a unhurt new class of boys to get it on me. They would all continue their education and ream my juicy holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boys'cocks buried in my bitch or arse or rima oris, I was happy. I was so glad I stole those panties from my girl 's chest drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every last boy who entered my classroom.

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The number trembled at the end of its final panty game.

It would discover new delectation, new ways to amuse itself. This last plot had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the panties.

The mistake had created something uncivilized. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her female parent was the pet to every last boy she could find.

The illusion would guarantee that no one except the unregenerate Courtney would believe anything was unseasonable. They would all accept the new Mrs. Taylor. The early professor, the administrators of her college, and her students would all think what she was doing was heavy. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae ancestry in her. A little drop curtain the had immunized her from its deception.

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

The human body turned to his work bench, contemplating what its succeeding game should be. There were so many elbow room for a fairy to amuse itself. The material body would find something new. Something risky. The sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the audio stirring its imagery.

This biz was over, and a new game was about to begin.

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties narration