Mind-Control Panties

Story Fifteen : Becoming a slavish teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

banknote : Thanks to Alex for beta recital this !

The figure trembled as it stroked the in conclusion pair of mind-controlled panty it had made. The fun of this plot was exquisite. It savored shaping Whitney Young miss'minds into its sluts. Turning good girls into whores, bad young woman into Virgo the Virgin, and a unhurt host of early naughty designs. But too practically of a good thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the section store. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its waterfall 's trick that this was the perfect space to find her. To find the girl who would wear down the special panty. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocent. On the back, in white letters, was written : teacher 's Pet. A wonderful pair of panties for a young girl to wear.

A young little girl taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the section store sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to attract the attention of young women who were shopping with their mothers. One such girl was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

The figure shuddered as, with a casual flick of its wrist, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humans. It was workaday. Just another being shopping there. The mortals'attention were on other matter. On textile consumerism. The occult was n't for them. The figure of speech trembled in delight as its concluding mind-controlling panties'plot began.

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

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

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the pantie. Her breathing place caught as she stared at that particular dyad. The words and white letters beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

"I get having a crush on an aged 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 heart broken."

The girl gave a slight nod, utterly entranced by the scanty. Her mother 's words were flowing through her mind.

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll take advantage of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,"Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both prof at the Same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history category."well, 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 scanty. The shudder rippled through her. Her nipples hardened while her mind thought of Mr. Rainier. And collars. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one duad of the scanty that the two charwoman bought. A single point that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Taylor did n't even remember the step-in by the time they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's word of advice dueled with the sudden lecherousness to wear those panties and turn her preferent teacher 's pet. Something in her rip recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's room, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so farsighted it was second nature to me. I set the hoop atop her dresser, careful not to upset her unicorn statue, and opened the top draftsman.

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the clean and jerk ace already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Same spook as an Apple. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she 'd bought these. I picked them up, a unusual tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipples hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delightful. The double-dyed thing to wear.

Teacher 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my mind. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the panty into my sweatpants'air pocket. I shook my head, confused why I would slip my daughter 's scanty. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never dampen them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to have on them, so it must be all rightfield for me to submit them. I could endure them. It would be rum. A instructor wearing pantie intended for a teacher 's pet.

My own individual jocularity tomorrow at when I taught my college students.

The melodic theme set my judgement alight with eager prediction for the sleep of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him hump about my needs. I did n't suss out to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my scabies, it just did n't palpate right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my psyche filled with foreign paradigm. Collars. Students. It was all such a blur. A melange of sexual impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The consequence I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the step-in I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the Saami size, after all. I might be XXII years elder than her, but I still had a great figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rear end. They hugged my build. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, boring panty.

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

I glanced at what I 'd lain out to fall apart for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a slight lower cut. I wanted to really show off my expectant breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my wakeless hill.

I threw out-of-doors my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in year. It was downhearted and had such a plunging neckline. My hubby bought it for me as a natal day present, not realizing just how a lot physique it showed off.

It was far Thomas More than I usually revealed.

But it was precious. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the sleeves. I loved the feel of the silk against my flesh. I worked the clitoris, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my tumid surface area of scrumptious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will keep back the boys focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the spinal column of my bedroom door.

I slid my hands up the silk fabric 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 facilitate them pay tending. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, male child were falling behind in college. It was up to prof like me to make it as engaging for them as potential.



My finger's breadth dug into my tits, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

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

My curves would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a span of five-inch dog, not my usual apartment. I knew they would help to give definition to my stern and embodiment to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could discover my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning chore. As I reached the bottom of the step, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin sister, his brown hair cut unforesightful. A big grin spread across his mouth as his regard rippled up and down my body.

"well, mom, wow."

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

"Holy mother fucker, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her middle wide of the mark 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 incorrect with this outfit ?"I asked."Your brother likes it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her face tightened."doe Dad know you 're wearing that ?"

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

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

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my kid while my husband was up the stairs taking his long rain shower. He would just have a cup of burnt umber before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal grass because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't serve but list over and fall in 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 s socio-economic class. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to encounter with the turgid push of my blouse and leave my boys a treat. Courtney was in the course, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in shoal on her own.

I needed to centre all my care on my boys.

My married man stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two youngster. They rode with me since I was a prof at their college. On the walk out of the house, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a sound boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front seat often to Kenneth 's disappointment.

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

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

I drove eagerly to the college, my pantie tingling, making my pussycat itch. The wet agitation soaked between my thighs. Class today would be fantastic. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just do it me. I would educate them. I 'd make my son so hopeful and smart. I quivered, my thigh rubbing together as I drove, my large breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the male child were staring at me. Even the unity I did n't learn. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my pelvic arch swaying. I felt my skirt whisper over my butt-cheeks and brushing my second joint. I loved the bound to my tits. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

I wanted to sashay. I felt like a prize show dog on show, a bitch in her select proving just how gravel she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"Good morning, Mrs. Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eyes all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a stool in front of my starting time class, legs crossed, all the son crowding up the front rows. The miss all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my fracture that all the boys were more worry in learning instead of drooling over their hussy'tight, young bodies. The boys were finally free of the distraction of all those hardly legal tarts.



My boys'hormones were focused on education now.

It just felt so properly. 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 perfect approximation while my first gear class filed out and I had to wait for the scholar of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat front and plaza before me, a big smile on his nerve."Damn, mom, I am so ready to learn about story from you today."

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

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

The other boys all perked up when they walked in. rich people, a improbable guy with blonde whisker and a big nose sat to the right wing of my son while lance, a devotee and tall black guy took the seat to his left field. For once, he looked eager to con as he stared at me perched on the throne, his white teeth flashing between his thick sassing. Apostle of the Gentiles came in next, a nerdy guy with red whisker and freckles across his brass. Today, he did n't look blase because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his vertebral column straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and King James I and Tommy all flooded into the presence row, staring at me.

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

When the last student walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the quite a little of me, I said,"Good morning, male child. Are you all eager to get wind today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such eager hunger. I would take in this lesson 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 enceinte second power just begging to be popped through its loop."For every motion someone gets justly, a clitoris will come 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 undo one. Four questions, and then I can take my blouse off, Next, I can—"

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her human foot. She smacked both her hands down onto her desk."What the Inferno ?"

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

"Thatch your class ?"she gasped, this look of shock on her face."Mom, you 're talking about doing a stripper for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to learn,"I said."Now you girls need to exclude up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing amercement. The boys are the ace who need help learning."

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

"Mrs. Taylor, you 're such an dumbfound teacher,"groaned fizgig. His center stared at me with such hunger.

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

A hot lunar time period rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my toilet."Now, if the girls would like to be good and not break up us, I 'll begin."

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

"okay, what was the day of the month that Napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

Kenneth shot his hand up."August 15, 1769 !"

I beamed at him. As I popped the initiatory square button through its cringle, I purred,"That 's even up, Kenneth. Such a bright boy."

King James licked his lips as he stared at my blouse opening, my large tit still constrained. He could see the black bra now, one-half exposed.

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

Apostle of the Gentiles got his helping hand up first. The ginger had such a huge grin on his face."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I popped the 2nd button through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway untie, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the easy ones are over, let 's dig into some substantial chronicle,"I purred."Which revolt did he stamp down with the Army of Italy ?"

There was quiet for a moment, and then rich shot his mitt up. I nodded to him. He blurted out,"It was the 13 Vendémiaire Revolt."

I clapped my mitt together in joy."Well done."My finger's breadth popped the third push button through its cringle. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth tegument of my belly."That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Austria ?"

It was James 's turn to film up his deal. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was twenty-six, rectify ?"

"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 examination button."He was twenty-six."

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

I popped the final stage button through its grummet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my polish belly and my gravid breasts constrained in my grim bra. All the fille were shaking their heads in the cover of the schoolroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my son. The striptease was perfective. My boy were all so interested. They were all recalling thing right that they normally would forget.

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

I loved these blue panties I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my snatch. The heat built and built in my twat as my Male pupil salivated over me. Young men were such horny things. I was so sword lily I was channeling their lust in an conquer management. They would find out so much as they stared at my copious flesh.

I could n't await to she-bop when I got home.

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

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental scheme that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British people trade road 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, Brigham 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 professor,"spear 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 right, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tits. I know how you boys like them large and soft and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a clique of hungry click all wanting to mount the same bitch. I shuddered, my neck opening smell so unembellished. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite topographic point. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the enquiry I needed to ask them. My pussycat burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

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

"Where did Napoleon defeat the Prussians ?"I asked, my interpreter a sultry purred.

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

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

I brought my hands to the forepart, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slip the straps off my berm, showing the male child that nil was holding my bra on my white meat except my paw. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the next one right, and you 're going to see every, last bit of my big breast. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and bore, does n't it ?"

"fuck, yes, Mrs. Taylor !"Aston moaned.

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

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

Courtney gagged. She was just overjealous that her brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a twain of round breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attending to her at all.

"okeh,"I purred, my snatch molten warmth."final exam question. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

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

"Saint Helena !"shouted Saul of Tarsus as Rich cried out,"The island of Saint Helena !"

"ideal Helena !"burst from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my boob to my eager boys. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, soaker mamilla. My twilit teat were so intemperately. I arched my book binding, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to puddle for certain they got a good looking at at them. They swayed with a heavy jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a good job,"I said, hopping off my feces. That really made my boobies bounce."For your reward, I 'll do my lecture topless. I 'm certainly you 're all going to focus. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into to a greater extent of the details of Napoleon 's liveliness. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

"And you girls, I do n't need to get a line a pipe out of you. You can just sulk in the spine. I do n't like. I 'm here to teach my boys."

God, my puss was on flaming.

I gave my talk, striding back and Forth between my boys. Their center followed my heaving breasts. I shuddered, my risque pantie soaking up my juices. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my lifespan. I shuddered, loving it. My bounder clicked with every footmark, giving a wanton tilt to my hips.

That helped my breasts to wiggle.

I had this unusual itching 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 boys right up until the end of the hour. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a kiss on the forehead. They were all grinning as they left my class, all talking about how they were so bore for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male students were bore to learn. This was grotesque. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

Right then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of course, I could n't do anything about it. I had year to learn. I kept up my striptease lessons, the girls all glaring at me in the back. They were just covetous because I had crowing boobs than all of them, and that all the son wanted to slaver over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

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

I had no estimation what the Male professors could do to inspire the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the stock. Of course of action, in my eagerness, I forgot to remove my children dwelling house, but they were nineteen. They could rule their own way. I bought my supply. My new getup. I needed a shorter chick, and I could n't wear the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow 's class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her head. She kept trying to talk to her father, but he was officious watching the biz. I made sure he had tidy sum of beers to pledge. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his nose and purred,"You 'll just own to expect and see tomorrow, okay ?"

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

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

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

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to fix her stay abode from classes. I did n't need her negativity in my class tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my male child to prevail their lessons. They had to master their knowledge. I could n't wait to help them. I was so wet and horny.

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

Hard.

I thought about all my male bookman. I picture them one by one fondling my boob and sucking on my tit and eating out my pussy. I imagine their young stopcock sliding into me. They fucked me unvoiced in my imagination. They pounded me. lancet and his big, mordant 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 seduce sure that he dominated his deterrent example and took charge of his education. I came so intemperate thinking about Kenneth being in me. My pussy rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a fog of naughty sentiment. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the adjacent morning to get quick. I could take heed my married man grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his trouble. He did n't consume 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 tomentum were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl trollop. I was a ripe woman. A sexy teacher.

I was just so excited as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my large breasts struggling to escape. I wore a bra, but only for that offset class. They missed out on my strip show the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one last time before I implemented my new course of study during my second class.

After all, my son deserved to see it first. He was such a promising student.

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the front seat. She glared at me and complained about how curt my skirt was. It was brusque. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my pussy.

Of course, I was n't wearing any scanty beneath. Not even that special duo. They would just get in the way. My instructor 's Pet pantie were baffle, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson program firmly set in my mind.

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

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not hear your sidekick working on his homework all Nox ? He was hectic. I know that you just spent all your time bothering your father instead of getting your schoolwork done."

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

Well, they were my pantie now.

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

I strolled through the construction and marched past my boys. They were all so hungry. All ready to overtop their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my kickoff class. It was n't the straight rush I craved, but still fun. My cunt was so wet as I did the stripper. I showed off my breasts to the stimulate male child. I lectured to them topless, but all I could think about was the special token in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The peculiar pleasure that would give a lesson to my son they would never forget.

Finally, my secondment class had arrived. I was set to implement my new see strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the first to show up. The caramel brown and tall Black American sat down at his desk, mitt folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big cock.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, young man. God, he was so handsome. He had a big grin as he took his seat. Rich followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and Saint James and Tommy and Paul all took their seats. They were all ready to get word. All staring at me with such passion on their faces. I could see they were ready to answer questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

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

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

I would n't need it.

"You 're not even pretending to pass water them ask question now,"my daughter asked from the back.

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading assignment that 's on the panel. That 's for all you girls. Just continue out of the male child'hair. I need to educate them. I need to teach them to be dominating, unattackable youth men who seize their education.

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

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most important thing in the world a fair sex could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with pride, letting my male child see my heavy, profuse breasts and the trimmed, embrown bush adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female person teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the leash and collar out of my purse. All the male child were staring at my naked torso, drinking in the spate of my physique. The aroma of my tangy twat reached my nose, filling my every inhalation with delight. My daughter stared at me in jar as I placed a midst, black taking into custody around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the flavour of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to seize their donnish futures with both hands and render their teacher who was the master here.

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

"Holy fucking asshole,"groaned rich, his big poke quivering.

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

"It 's Mrs. Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did Napoleon invade Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a secondly before the former boys yelled out the answer.

I was so gladiolus 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 tinker's damn,"he said, grabbing my trey in a trembling hand. He stood up, his dick tenting the strawman of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my mouth or my pussycat or my asshole."

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

"She 's Mrs Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his denim, keeping my leash gripped in his right hand as he worked his fly open up. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my reward for getting the doubt right. That 's all. depend 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 feature been a pet to her favourite teacher, but she did n't wear the panties in time. I found them. I got to bask them. I got to get the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't answer one man.

I would dish all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his denim down. Then his boxers. His cock popped out. He was bigger than his papa. My cunt clenched as I stared at that cock. That tool came from my body, and now it was about to bring back to my flesh.

An incestuous boot shot through me as he gripped my deuce-ace and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his prick into the hollow that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my slit. They soaked through my bush and dribbled down my second joint. That tangy aroma swelled in strength. 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 gladiola that my son would ram that big dick into me and ready me scream my drumhead off in delight.

I groaned as he pressed his cock against my kitty-cat brim. He rubbed his tip up and down, the treetop of his dick teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton moans burst from my rim. Then his cock was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.

Slowly.

My son took his metre enjoying his donnish reward. He pulled tight on the leash, the collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his cock sink deeper and deeper into my pussy. He reached towards my womb. The collar jangled, metal clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my cuckoo 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 dick. It was wonderful. I was glad I was both his instructor and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his cock with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky handle of my zany. He moaned and pierce back into me with force.

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

His egg smacked into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in envy. They were all watching, eager for their bend to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an amazing treat. I was so glad he was thrusting his pecker into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his dick. I clutched hard, the joy building and edifice with every thrust.

"sanctum shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy flavor 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 teacher. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your teacher is a slut. She 's a dirty sporting lady that needs your pecker fucking her. Ooh, ram that big putz into me. I love it. Your teacher, your mom, is so thrilled you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm grip of the leash, tugging on my pinch. That kept my brain up, my middle staring at the former student watching. The boys were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

spear did receive a big cock, ebony and long. So did rich people. Apostle Paul 's was nice and St. James had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was dainty and fat. My cunt melted. I could n't wait to teach them all. To give them an education they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Taylor !"My son moaned, his provide hand sliding up my body. He still gripped the leash in his right deal. He pulled tight, letting me feel that collar about my neck."hoot, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so hard in you !"

"Kenneth !"his Twin Falls sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get nude and help civilize these cocks !"I moaned.

That shut my daughter up. I did n't want her negativity. Not when I was worshiping my son 's big gumshoe.

His pecker slammed so deep and toilsome in me. He churned me up. His testis smacked over and over against my clitoris. twinkle salvo. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my puss around him. I loved every hot plunge of his hawkshaw penetrating my cunt. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was terrific. incredible. I groaned, my hips wiggling from face to side. The incestuous pleasance built and built inside my slit with every thrust of my son 's hammer. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My fathead grew so hot. So juicy. Trickles of cream dribbled through my crotch hair and ran down my second joint. My heavy titty swayed.

His exploring left manus found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy frame. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His balls smacked into my clit. picayune salvo of joy 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 good scholarly person ! You 're mastering your lustfulness ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so punishing !"

His mitt squeezed my left breast. He jerked on the terzetto. For a minute, my airline collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was tremendous. He was showing his domination of me.

"Do it !"he howled when he relaxed his travelling bag."Cum on my dick, Mrs Zachary Taylor !"

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My puss writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous waving of bliss washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The former boys around me all stroked their dicks. fishgig spat on his hand and rubbed it up and down his coal black cock. It gleamed.

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

Erupted.

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

moving ridge of transport washed out of me with every hot gust of his jizz spilling into my twat. I groaned as my cunt milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop of incestuous seed out of my son 's cock. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was incredible to teach him. To testify him how a slavish teacher-pet should act.

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

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

He spurted the last driblet 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 extremum as I stared out at the former boys watching. I had to founder them another question. It was so hard to think.



Something bubbled through my genius.

"How long did the Peninsular War endure ?"I managed to spew out.

"Fuck, was n't that six days ?"Lance groaned."Yeah, that was six days !"

"I 'm yours, Lance !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my bitch. The emollient soaked my bush.

The strong, young blackamoor guy grabbed my trio. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to experience his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy tit swaying. My collar jangled. I heard him groan. The male child watched with envy while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was sure as shooting they would all get a question correctly before the hour was over.

I gasped as Lance parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spit landed on my asshole. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my gamy sphincter. He was going to use my bowels. He would do it that Brobdingnagian dick into my anal sheath.

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

"shtup yes I am, Mrs. Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his peter pressed against my asshole. I groaned, tidal bore to take his immense, Black pecker in my bowels. My entire body quivered. I stared down at my pass on hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't need that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boys. My husband already had his Education.

I ripped the ringing off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"nooky my SOB so hard, spear ! Be a good boy and use your teacher-pet !"

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the schoolroom story was drowned out by the cheering boys.

Lance thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his prick stretched and stretched my anal ring. My sphincter muscle did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first clock time doing anal, but I knew my body could handle it. I would love it. But all my mess were available for my aphrodisiac boys to use. fizgig wanted my ass, so he got it.

"sanctum fucking prick !"I howled as his thick dick speared deep and deeper into my bowels. He stretched my pitiful asshole to its limitation. My anal sheath clenched around his ebony shaft. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, gig ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound my fucking whoreson until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my gut around his dick as he drew back. I heard him spue again and felt it splash against my stretched-wide son of a bitch gripping his big hawkshaw. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my intestine. My boob swayed from the impact. My total body rock. I gripped his cock with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

Pleasure melted down to my cum-filled pussy. Sir Thomas More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my cuckoo as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every plunge of his cock into my bowels. I loved that my hung student was fucking my whoreson.

Lance sprinkle each prison term his cock emerge. heptad time. VIII times. Until finally, he was pumping with ease. He was working that dick in and out of my asshole. He was fucking me like the hussy I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal cocktail dress as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my trio as he fucked me. The other son cheered him on.

"Sodomize the slut 's whoreson !"Saint James the Apostle shouted.

"ass that MILF 's tight ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't wait to love her,"groaned Rich as he stroked his big tool."hoot, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking alright !"

I loved the attention.

My coming built faster and faster. gig fucked his peter in and out of me. He slammed into my depths and then pulled back. Over and over, his tool stimulated me. His Lucille Ball 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 pour forth so much jizz in me.

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

His big prick drove me angry. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out Sir Thomas More and Thomas More of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his spunk ran down my second joint. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying knocker. I grunted and groaned, my manpower balled into fists. I was so close. 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 pecker. I wanted to cum on his sable putz."bread and butter fucking your teacher ! Keep showing your teacher-pet that she 's your adulteress !"

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

His prick oil production into my prick combined with those words to produce me find so foul. I came.

His balls smacked into my contamination as I exploded in bliss. The joy erupted in the astuteness of my pussy. The molten inundation of heat surged through my body. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my oral sex and stared out at my boys.

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

"roll in the hay !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking whore !"

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

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His prick buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowels. I reveled in his large dick filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to break loose in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't erupt. My mother fucker rippled around him, my orgasm burning through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a loud oink, he ripped his cock entirely out of my shit. I felt empty.

Then the strong, Black educatee yanked hard on my tercet. I gasped as he spun me around, my declamatory tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony teras. I could smell the sour musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my backtalk and swallowed his dirty peter. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The sour smack made me feel so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A small one. But it was wild and delicious as I showed my boy I was such a good teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"nookie Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"he growled."Suck it down my shaft as you clean my big pecker !"

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my lip. He splashed the spunk into the back of my throat and then it flowed down my gullet to my abdomen. I loved it. I whimpered, my dead body trembling. My collar jangled around my neck. Lance grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my sour asshole. I reveled in the dirty savor mixing with his salty rage. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this import. I drank down every drib of my blackness student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a near teacher-pet.

I hoped the young woman were watching and witnessing how they needed to educate their boys. I hoped my daughter would interpret. That she could get over her jealousy and resentment from missing out on being a pet to her pet teacher.

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

lance dropped my troika as he ripped his cock out of my mouth."punter ask your adjacent question, Mrs. Taylor."

doubt ?

Right. I needed to ask my boys something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my scholarly person to roll in the hay me. All my knowledge of Napoleon era seemed to bear evaporated beneath the molten pleasure still simmering over my intellect. 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, Saint Paul, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the screw !"gasped my daughter."That 's a question a commencement 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 puss,"Rich said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your boldness so hard, Mrs Deems Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his bridge player through his red tomentum. His cock thrusting out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the floor. He held his dick upright with his left bridge player while his rightfulness jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his torso. My weighed down tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous seed, to rich people 's hard cock. I impaled myself down his tool. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My slit loved it.

I groaned, my asshole ache. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock oceanic abyss and grueling in my bowels. I whimpered in delectation, squeezing down around him. Then Apostle Paul was grabbing a fistful of my brown hair. He jerked my brain to the right wing and rammed his prick into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my male child at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Paul 's cock. My slit gripped Rich 's thick prick as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's severely cock as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The former ones were watching, waiting for their turn of events. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Apostle Paul 's dick. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the delights to get along. My hands pressed on rich 's shoulder joint. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his dick. I pumped up and down his beam of light, matching Tommy 's hard rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my bowels mixed with the silky pleasure of my puss. I loved it. I clutched both my mess around my big, substantial boys. I whimpered around Paul 's cock as I pleased my other two students. My cunt and bowel drank in the wonderful friction. Over and over, I was filled with heavily cocks.

"Fuck, you 're so soaked,"grunted Tommy. His paw slid around and grabbed my heavy nipple. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the screw best teacher ever, Mrs. Taylor !"

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

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

It was another affair I 'd never done. I knew I could deal it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his cock. He slammed his stopcock all the way into the profoundness of my mouth as my early two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old hawkshaw. When Paul brush the back of my pharynx this meter, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His dick slid down my gullet. His fiery pubic fuzz rubbed into my sass and nose. His balls smacked heavily into my chin.

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

rich people was thrusting up as I rode his dick. Tommy pounded my bastard with his muscular stroke, his fingers kneading my intemperate breasts. Apostle of the Gentiles grunted as he slammed his cock down my throat over and over. I loved the smack of his grueling lump on my chin. The impact of his screwball, 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 peter. I swiveled my coxa, stirring my kitty and arse around their rotating shaft. My orgasm swelled so degenerate. 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 pap. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasure slammed down to my twat. I was on the verge of exploding again. Another orgasm that would ripple through my torso. My three male child were given me such bliss. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Saul of Tarsus 's dick while my slit convulsed around Rich 's cock. Tommy drove his hard gumshoe into my writhing bowels. All three male child groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of raptus. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boys'dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my SOB."You feel so ripe ! Fuck !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that rattling spurt of his hot jizz flooding my whoreson. It was so unlike from in my pussy. I got to experience that delight a moment later as Rich groaned. His cock flooded my cunt with his spunk. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor ! You 're the better !"moaned rich people as he spilled his seed in me.

"Fuck,"Saul of Tarsus groaned and slammed his stopcock all the way down my throat. My vocal music cords hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The wafture of rapture were flooding through me."Mrs. Deems Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my esophagus. I shuddered, savoring every hold up here and now of having his jizz pumping again and again into my body. I quivered. It was such a joy. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my mess being flooded with my boys'cum.

My pussy and asshole drained rich and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every hold out drop-off of his cum in my mouth. Then I had former boys who needed to answer head. Aston and King James I and Henry and Sir Thomas More. All my boys needed to fuck me. I shouted out questions. bare ones.

"What coloring is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many sides does a trilateral ingest ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and Forth River. I never wanted this deterrent example to end, but when it did, I had a whole new class of male child to fuck me. They would all continue their didactics and ream my juicy kettle of fish.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my male child'cocks buried in my snatch or asshole or sassing, I was happy. I was so glad I stole those panty from my girl 's toilet table drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every last boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure trembled at the end of its final panties game.

It would recover new delectation, new ways to amuse itself. This last secret plan 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 pantie.

The mistake had created something barbaric. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her mother was the pet to every terminal boy she could find.

The legerdemain would control that no one except the refractory Courtney would mean anything was wrong. They would all assume the new Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor. The early professor, the decision maker of her college, and her students would all mean what she was doing was majuscule. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae blood in her. A piddling free fall the had immunized her from its magic trick.

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

The soma turned to his workbench, contemplating what its next game should be. There were so many ways for a fairy to amuse itself. The figure would find something new. Something wild. The auditory sensation of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the speech sound stirring its resource.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling pantie Tales