Megan's Mom

I waited till my parents finally left the sign of the zodiac. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her purse. I pretended to focus on my homework, I bent over my Quran and read the assignment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook. They were finally make to go. My mom was telling me to be careful and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to learn some tv once I was done with my preparation. Of trend that was a lie. The moment I heard the car jump and repulse away I jumped up from the mesa. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my dads government agency. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical company. I had heard him babble about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and sell this new drug, it was a regular downer like Xanax or fluoxetine or something, but as a face effect the patient would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my father had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to deal that turd.

I didn't charge about the ethic of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘ Mind Control.'For calendar month now I'd been fantasizing about Megan's mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader team and Megan's mom always picked us up. She washed our uniforms and sowed the bowing back when they fell off. By stroke I'd discovered she was into bdsm and twirl, I saw it on her figurer, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and curve so badly.

I opened the drawers of my father's desk and found an raiment of medicine. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a pulverization, a drink, a bunch of oral contraceptive. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my sac.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's star sign. Her mother opened the door, she was wearing a dark pencil skirt with a silk blouse.

‘ jenny ass ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a quick and give care interpreter. ‘ Megan isn't nursing home right now.'

I suppressed the nerve impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ wellspring maybe you can assist me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need someone to spill to.'

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a fresh flowery fragrance. ‘ O please dear, call me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's wrong ?'

We went inside the mansion. She invited me to sit on the couch and offered to fix me some tea.

‘ I'll make it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medications in my sac. I skimmed over the information leaflets and side impression, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spray could also be interesting to experiment with later this eventide.

I crushed the footling tablet under a spoonful and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in nominal head of her.

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

She insisted that it wasn't a job at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her sassing pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her oral cavity, knowing that it would make her a sedated tractile puppet, it made me horny. I felt my kitty throb and crossed my ramification.

‘ Spill the bonce,'she said. ‘ William Tell me what's wrong, sweety.'

I made up a news report about son, an rede inquiry. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and round, the nipples prodding through the white fabric. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a little bit, her speech got a fiddling bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focus.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even bigger consequence if I waited some more ? I kept on talking, too uneasy, too shy to actually do something.

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's eyes closed for a while and she grabbed her own head. ‘ I don't know what's wrongly with me. I just feel so giddy all of a sudden. I can't seem to focus. Maybe I need some water.'She tried to get up.

‘ I'll get it.'I said. ‘ You stay here.'I ran to the kitchen filled a glass with water and a got another tablet out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the slight pill. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank look on her face. ‘ Tricia.'I said to grab her attention. ‘ Here take this pill.'

Still with that Sami blank look on her face she picked the little white birth control pill from my hand and put it in her oral fissure. ‘ I'm sorry, jenny ass,'she said. ‘ I just experience so weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up adjacent to her and stroke her whisker. ‘ That doesn't matter miss Abberdeen.'

‘ I just feel like … I don't know … I feel scattered and wear, like I can't think, like I can't understand ... like ... what's going on ?'

‘ Well you gave me a lot of advise on boys, but actually I wanted to determine more about daughter and women.'I let my hand wander over her cheek, tickling her cervix then finally cupping one of her big chest. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

She watched. Confused. ‘ look nice,'she mumbled. ‘ But are you suppose to do that ?'

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a issue of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you more, you want to render to my feeling, submit to my wishes.'My warmheartedness was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would mould, but I certainly hoped so. My fingerbreadth were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her typeface, but cypher happened.

Again I cupped her bosom, her eyes closed in pleasure, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her backrest, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hand under the silk, into her bra. Her cutis was so easy, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my mitt further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the fiddling tubercle. She was panting, her heart closed, a soft moan every once in a while.

‘ O jenny ass,'she muttered.

‘ Call me mistress,'I said, ‘ I'm your schoolmarm and your my slave.'

‘ Yes schoolmarm,'she said willingly.

A burst of arousal flooded my body. It would mold. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as malleable as a part of clay. neural frisson. I bent over and pressed my back talk against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her rima oris. In between my legs my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen slave,'I said to her. ‘ I know about your secret, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your figurer. You wouldn't want anyone to receive out would you ?'

‘ No, mistress,'she said.

‘ So maybe you should do as your told, maybe you should let yourself be trained to be my trivial slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So evidence me, where do you hold back your rope ?'

She said she would channelize it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a nice big bed with red satin sheets, that were very soft and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all variety of toys. I picked up a long lenient rope and twisted it around my own arm.

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her shoulder joint, she unzipped the pencil skirt and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice curvaceous hips and a soft tum. In her underpants she stood in straw man of me. I ordered her to come closer and I slid my hand in between her ramification. I felt a damp muggy patch in her step-in.

‘ You're such a horny little hard worker,'I said. I felt her thigh clenching my fingers, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, schoolmarm,'she said.

I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for really. I had studied a million ‘ how to'television's on the internet. I had practice on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the roofy around her trunk, I remembered every bingle measure. I tied up her boobs, so they were prissy and unit of ammunition and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her clitoris that would tug into her everytime she moved and then I ordered her to lay down on the bed and I secured her firmly until she was completely incapacitated and ineffectual to go anywhere or do anything, she could only twist and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked trunk, her cushy skin. She was getting steamy and aroused, she seemed to rub her cunt over the roofy on aim. I caressed her and wondered if I could prepare her cum.

‘ Now slave,'I said, ‘ You're getting so aroused, so incredibly horny, you're approaching orgasm quicker and quicker, it's building up more and more.'

Her eyes were fold, her breathing very shoal, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her body started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her consistence in awe. I rubbed my finger over my pussy. I just couldn't control myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My kitty rubbing against hers, against the nautical mile that was there. I was rocking back and Forth River getting hornier and turned on.

I pushed my digit into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a chiliad prison term, I didn't want to feel myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my kitty was right in her typeface. I sat down and held myself at the head board. Everytime she breathed out I felt a indulgent walkover whizzing past my pubis.

‘ Lick me,'I said. ‘ pin out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a warm wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with arousal. My men squeezing into the straits board. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every metre the tip of her clapper bumped into my little clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my consistency. I was in Shangri-la, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overwhelmed with pleasure and foreplay. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. external respiration. Slowly breathing, while the hold up tail of my orgasm subsided.

‘ Are you alright, sweety,'she asked me.

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfect. Wow.'

‘ You are pure'she said.

I pushed myself upwards, and looked into her aspect. Was she still drugged or had the drugs flushed through her system already ? I didn't know. It was making me scare. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that spray that had also intrigued me. I searched for the little sprayer can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will bury everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to serve me, want to be my hard worker. Knowing I'm your mistress, knowing you should do exactly as I tell you, just turns you on, doesn't it ?'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ And you don't want anyone to chance out about it, so maybe it should be our little secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the footling spraying bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the instructions. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a little huff into her expression. A unfermented mist came out that landed over her poke and mouth.

Her eyes started rolling in her head. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her torso was going limp already. I gave her another salutary whiff. Now her heart closed completely and her foreland slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all grounds that I had been there. Slowly I closed the door behind me and went home. Tomorrow at sunniness practice I would ask her to wreak me some piddle, that would be a uncomplicated assignment to get with, to see if it would pee her horny, to see if she was indeed my striver. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the early affair I could make her do in the future tense, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her Sir Thomas More of those pills until she was addicted to me .