Mind-Control panty

history Three : Sexy Little delight

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

The public figure entered the vent store. It was one step above a penny-pinching memory, not the variety of place that panties in the style that the figure made were sold. No naughty delectation to titillate a Brigham Young cleaning woman 's wanton desires. No trendy clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these yoke scanty was needed here.

The name was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold bundle of knit stitch, boring panty, so alike to the type worn by the conclusion girlfriend the public figure had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry tree red scanty with those bold, blue letters surrounded by a shimmering Ag border.

Sexy Delight.

The figure kept walking, knowing that particular girl, Heather Henry Valentine Miller, would be along in moments.

broom was a tall girl, eighteen, wearing a baggy, greyness dress to veil the voluminosity of her frame. Curvy and alky, her bounty overflowing. She had the form of body that boys would drool over. The character of good delight that would grace their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory phantasy.

Not that Scots heather would ever be allowed to express off her figure of speech. Not with her mother, laurels Miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the blandest, most unflattering apparel possible.

Her daughter would stay pure.

Calluna vulgaris did n't mind. She was a restrained girlfriend who obeyed her mother. Shy. She was n't like one of those flashy girls."All started out,"her female parent would care to say."You 're my well, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When Scots heather saw the pair of scanty casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrible misapprehension. Those panties did not belong here. She had popped into the store to run a warm errand. Normally, she would never denounce for clothing without her female parent 's being deliver. She only passed this particular cubicle by happenstance. She snatched up the panties merely to fork over them to the right store actor. As she gripped it, she noticed the words printed on them, Sexy pleasure. The ken stirred a unknown, wistful longing through her soul.

The braid of long, black hair swung down her back as she stared at those glittering letters. Would anyone ever think I was sexy ? she thought.

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

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

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato peeler to supervene upon the one that had broken shoemaker's last Night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried menage, her handbag feeling spear carrier labored despite how little the pair of panties weighed.

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< strong > Heather Alton Glenn Miller < /strong >

Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred times since the previous eventide. I could n't explicate it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but I had n't even gotten out of my night-robe. I wanted to put these exciting step-in on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So undimmed and coloured. They were for a pretty lady friend. A painted whore. Not for a Plain Jane like me.

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

Boys like my father.

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

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could pick up mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My prominent titty swayed before me as I pulled down the couple of light-blue panties I wore to bed, the wraith of Cape periwinkle so faded it practically was white. I worked the cotton off my thigh and glanced at the garish twosome. I could n't believe I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could make believe.

Was there anything really awry with that ?

It was n't like any the male child would observe me. They would never sleep with I had them on beneath my foresightful doll. That I was wearing something with those naughty news on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two words increase that warmth between my thigh. I glanced down at my blacken chaparral, gasping at the sight of moisture beading on my pubic hairs. My cheeks burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the ruby-red panties and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electric quiver racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and building inside of me.

What was damage with me ?

I whimpered, my large breasts swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The fabric clung to my second joint then my rump. I had to work the stretchy fabric up and over my fat nates. I shuddered, my paw adjusting the pliant waistband about my pelvis. They rode lower than they should. They fit so smashed. Where they too small for me ?

"ling, it 's time for breakfast !"Mother shouted from below.

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

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A foresightful, dark skirt and a greyness blouse that clitoris all the way up to my neck, the sleeve going all the way to my wrist. It was lax to conceal my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the case that was designed to constrain such unwieldy, large dope like mine. I slipped the banding around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the boys would n't realize just how busty I was.

"Even a plain Jane will have the boys sniffing around her if they realize she has big chest,"mother would say."Just like that bawd cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the gray blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid motility. It fit relax on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the choker. The empennage fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, fatal skirt. I stepped into it as my female parent called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my pass on English and fit snugly around my shank. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as fast as I could.

"ling Miller,"Mother cried for a third time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the threshold, my blackness whisker swaying a thick tress behind me. I was so aflutter after taking those panties home, that I forgot to undo it before I settled on the bed. Lucky me, I did n't hold to expend the time to record braided this morning.

Those naughty panties gripped my keister as I headed down the stairs. The framework seemed to skid between my butt-cheeks, molding to my material body. It felt so awry. So gamy. That heat between my second joint swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a prospicient, wan dress decorated with paisley flowers. It was as bourgeois as mine, the collar snug about her neck, the sleeves descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

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

I came close to her, waiting for her review. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious panties I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulders down to my human elbow, smoothing the fabric into my skin. She gripped me there, oculus flicking up and down my body. She frowned.

The tingles rippled through me.

"Is something wrong, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

"well, I 'm for sure whatever it is, I 'll cypher it out,"she said.

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

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

"Yes, Mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a belittled breakfast corner lay. There were two bowls of cream pale yellow, plain and young. It was n't that stuff made from instant. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would serve steady down my stomach. Mother stared at me the intact time across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the heavyset core, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in thought. My spicy sex clenched. My breasts felt so pixilated in my bra. Constricted.

"I just ca n't put my finger on it,"female parent said when I finish. She stood up, her breakfast only half eaten.

"On what ?"I asked, my belly so tight.

"On you,"she said, bustling up to me. To my shock, she undid the top push button of my blouse.

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stunned surprise.

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

"Oh, it 's okay, mother,"I said."I do n't need to be one of those painted harlots."

Mother pursed her lips. Her hands were on my shoulder joint, rubbing me. All the fondness of her finger's breadth bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my munition. It was so ... strange. Then her hand moved to the front line of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

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

I nodded, my peel feeling so exposed. I mean, the open blouse only showed off my collarbone. The clergyman 's wife showed off this practically pelt. I should n't find at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoes scuffling along as I dragged my understructure. My thought process whirled. The universe felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the passenger nates, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how ample I was. female parent glanced over me, her lips tightening. My buttock warm. I hated reminding her of that big-chested harlot who stole pappa from our life story. Her eyes flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the time just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this certainty that she knew about my wicked panties and was trying to draw the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few button of my blouse was some sort of unusual torturing. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would squeal my iniquitous behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My cheeks warmed more at the peck of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his hair dark and short. I tried not to opine those unwholesome opinion about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his face would appear in my judgment. It made me want to meet myself. To pervert myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not flop,"Mother said. She reached out and did two more push button. I gasped, as she opened my blouse wide, revealing Sir Thomas More of my skin. I could see the top slope of my breasts. If she undid another button, the great unwashed would see my bra.

My cheeks went flaming hot.

"mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

"You need to relax,"Mother said."You 're such a pleasure. Why, I bet the son will have sex you."

My oculus were so wide at that. Boys ?"Are you okay, Mother ?"

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

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my slope. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my Christian Bible bag on my lap, not surely what to do. My female parent opened the door and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my segmentation. He would know that I had big tit. Then he would start to lust after a plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my long skirt rustling. I was so aware of my exposed cleavage. I felt my breasts jiggling like they were fighting to hightail it my bra. I wanted to melt down away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

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

My optic widened."female parent ?"

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

I wanted to melt in shame. What was going on ? Had my mother gone insane ?

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my segmentation. I tried to rent shallow breather, not to let my bosom swell, but I suddenly felt so dyspneal. I was gulping in the air, my chest extrusion as my female parent 's hand smooth across my rump again.

"Yeah, you do cerebrate she such a wondrous delectation, do n't you, boys ?"Mom said.

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

"You guess ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my blow, she undid another clitoris. My face burned. Chris, and the other boys, could see the cream color of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. mother give my blouse further, her hands brushing across my bosom. My pap were hard. I felt her deal rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. Wicked chill raced through me.

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

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a little jiggled. The boys were all staring at me like brute. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My nerve were so warmly. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumbs brushed my nipple again, my pussy growing wet. I could feel it. These racy juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked scanty I wore.

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

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

mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her annulus swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my exposed titty, my bra peeking out of my unlaced blouse. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To abuse myself like a sinful girl.

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

boy liked me.

Chris liked me.

This flapping affectionateness stab through me as I entered my college, other students noticing me. Girls gasped in daze while boy leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my white meat were. My braid of hair swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my steps. My mother 's touch burned across my hide. The panties were so tight, cupping my rump, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

"Calluna vulgaris !"my friend, Vivian, gasp. The redhead rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her modest tits."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of flesh for you to be showing."

"female parent thought I should ... evince off my delightful breasts,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't serve but thrust my tits out before me. I was enjoying the aid. All the hombre looking at me. Hungering for me.

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

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

"Ugh, you never were a knit Jane, Heather. You 're cute. You 'd be hot if you tried, and ... I would kill to have titmouse as big as yours."She looked around."All the other girls are staring at you. They 're seeing how well-endowed you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My champion nodded."This is just wild. Your mom 's gone loony ?"

"I do n't bonk,"I said, too scared to cite the panty and the D tidings printed on them. I drew in a cryptical intimation, my breast rebellion and falling. My breasts rising and falling. Boys groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... unbelievable. I always wondered why girls want to show off their flesh and attract boys'attention. Now I was starting to empathize it. It made me finger so naughty. So revolting and wanton. They desired me like I was a pleasure. A sexy delight. A shudder ran through me as I entered my classroom and my instructor, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the sight of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back straight like always, wishing my bra did n't squeeze my chest so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. female parent wanted me to do this, then it had to be approve. I always listen to my mother.

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

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

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

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

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

"I bought these as fast as I could,"female parent said."I 'm so sorry for making you wear that baggy dress. Do n't worry, your mother will pee you into a aphrodisiac delight."

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

"It 's okay,"she said, a broad grin on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."Mother is going to micturate everything rightfield. Now, stand up and let 's get those clothes off of you."

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



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

The humankind had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful heat rushed through me as mother attacked the final push of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian right ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my mother was keeping me champaign by dressing me frumpy and not allowing me to fag out make-up ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

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

She clicked her tongue as she opened my blouse, shaking her headway in disgust."This bra is not going to work. I 'm drear, but I 've been buying you bras two sizes too small. I was just trying to chasten these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, mother reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I groaned as the air pressure was taken off my chest. They spilled out, magnanimous and pillowy soft, hanging with their heavy weight. Both my nipples were hard, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my astray areola. Every boy in the schoolroom, Chris included, groaned at the peck of them.

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

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

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

My mother squeezed my breasts."I know,"mother said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these lavish titty. Mmm, is n't my girl such a sexy delight ?"

"Hell yes !"groaned Chris.

female parent beamed as she gave my breasts the final clinch, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my trunk, caressing my skin, sending waves of heat washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a naughty intelligence to use for my cunt ; it made me feel so wicked thought process it—clenched. I had this thick ache inside of me. I needed something to penetrate my virgin deepness. I glanced at Chris, sighting the swelling of his cock.

I excited him.

Mother 's mitt reached my skirt. She fumbled at the sash, searching for the fastener. She found it while my consistence trembled. My boastfully, expose breast swaying. Every boy watched them, their oculus tracking the slender movement of my bountiful tits.

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

smack !

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

"Sexy Delight,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear poppycock like this twelvemonth ago. I 'm so sorry, Heather. I 'm going to be a good female parent now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

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

SMACK !

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

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

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

mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide-eyed the waistcloth of the skirt, cook for me to mistreat into it. My large knocker jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. beginning, my right leg and then my leftfield leg slipped into the wench. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calves, brushing my sleek thighs.

I groaned as her signature climbed mellow and higher. I knew I should n't enjoy my mother touching me, but it just felt so naughty right now. All the boys were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying breasts with glossy eyes.

mother pulled the skirt up and over my stern. The waistband hugged low on my hips, the annulus barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would flash my naughty panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of daughter I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a revolting whimper that had my large knocker swaying and brushing together.

My nipples throbbed. I wanted to refer them. I wanted to impact my kitty, but I was surrounded by my classmate. No masturbating right now. I would have to wait until I got home to bask myself for the first time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"female parent purred."I did n't quite live what your female chest sizing was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't think your schoolfellow will mind. rightfulness, Chris ?"

"No way, Mrs Miller,"groaned Chris, his eyes locked on my swaying tits.

"Naughty boy,"mother said and then tweaked my nipple.

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me shiver. This wicked heat snap down to my gamy snatch. I groaned as my panty felt so soaked. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my puss ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as little fabric as the skirt. There were no sleeves. It looked like a tube of bright-red fabric, the same hue as my panties. How could that cover anything ?

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

Mom pulled the tube top down my implements of war and worked it down my head. There was a flash of red that filled my vision, and then she was pulling the stretchy fabric over my large titty. I gasped as my intemperately nipple drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the textile, making sure as shooting that fit my large breasts perfectly.

"There you are,"Mother said, beaming. She clapped her hands on my cheeks."My sexy delight."

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

"You enjoy your day at college, broom,"female parent said, giving me another smile."I 'm going to be engaged shopping and buy you a wholly new press. I 'll pick you up some interesting affair to show you."

"Thanks, mother,"I said, my pussy tingle. Gosh, I really, really want to play with myself. My fingers itched should just slide beneath my short, short-change skirt.

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

"By, Mrs. Miller,"croaked Chris.

His eyes flicked to me, stirring with hunger as I sat down. My big tit bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just display for everyone to lust over. The cloth gripped my breasts, letting them swing disembarrass. They were without support for the first time in my liveliness. I could experience everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so foiled. So eager to do thing. I was never alone. The son followed me around from year to grade like a hungry pack of dogs. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could feel them pacing external, waiting for me to issue so they could swarm. Chris took the atomic number 82, salivating. He was always licking his rim, his cock hard.

My Virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my organic structure in my new wearable. When I had to bend over, I could feel my skirt sliding high-pitched and high, revealing the bottomland slope my rump, then more and more of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the blue panties. I knew some of the glittering letters were peeking out, bright-blue characters printed on cherry-red fabric.

My boob would persuade at the slightest apparent movement. The stretchable tube top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My areolas. The fabric was so thin you could see everything. I was so wet. My step-in gave a valiant exertion to soak up my cream, but I started feeling the naughty juices trickling down my thighs. My dame was so brusk, the guy rope had to see the unenviable gleam.

I did n't have to buy my lunch today. All the guys were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my Quaker Vivian from sitting with me. This was so unbelievable. I felt like the sexiest girl in the world. I had never been glad. I hummed in delight, my shoulder joint swaying, making my boob leap for the boy'use. I groaned as they drooled like thirsty dogs.

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

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

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

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

I was giddy all through my last few classes. Chris wanted to make love to me. He wanted to enjoy my aphrodisiacal body while all alone at his house. I could n't look to tell Mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would pass away out. Sometimes, I would just hold close my desk, my entire consistence shaking, all the boys tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, form were over. Chris was set to exact me. He slid his arm around my articulatio humeri as I emerged from my biota class, marking his dominion. A naughty tremor rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange look as I passed her in the hall. She seemed bewildered. I did n't give care. I was going plate with Chris.

My poor, pure snatch would finally get the gratification I needed. Craved. I would go insane if I did n't get something inside of me. I quivered beside Chris as we headed through the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, my boob bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the early guy scowled.

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

My mother was waiting for me exterior. She had a new kit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather dame and twin corset she wore, the dark garment lifting her own surprisingly large boob into luxuriant mounds. She had healed, thigh-high rush and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

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

female parent seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant cleavage. She stared into my optic as her gratuitous deal cupped my side. Then she kissed me. Right on the brim. But it was different from the earlier one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the rut of rushing out of my pussycat, my pantie tingling around my pussy and rump. I whimpered into her sassing, shuddering while the watching boy burst into the whoops and hollers. This was so flummox. I could n't think this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my knocker pressing into her corset, my nipples throbbing and aching.

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

"Mother ?"I gasped.

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

That was my female parent I was smelling.

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

I lifted the front end of mother 's skirt. I stared not at a midst, brown George Bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lips were stocky, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juices, that spicy odour filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her twat, drinking in her show. I spotted this little bud peeking out of a case. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

"Eat your mother 's cunt !"a guy howled.

"Just devour her, you sexy slut !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's bitch !"

"Yes !"female parent hissed."I 've been a butch all my life history. I tried to fight down it. I tried to pretend I was n't. When your male parent ran off with that big-titty prostitute, I wanted to entomb my typeface between those lush breasts. I wanted to be the one to make merry in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty delectation. Now get that face buried in my snatch and shit me cum. You have to screw me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my human face into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her folds. Her spicy juices coated my knife. snatch was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My handwriting grabbed her hips as I stroked my tongue through those thick lips. Her cream coated my mentum. My cheeks. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

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

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy pleasure,"mother moaned."fun with my clit. Oh, yes, meet with that minuscule bud."

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

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

How could she do that ? mother did n't own a cock.

I did n't know. I did n't care. I just pressed my lip into her thick purulent sassing. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my lingua into her deepness, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. more than and to a greater extent of her spicy pick poured into my mouth. The feel ignited my tasting buds. I trembled, clutching to her ramification, gripping her as this distasteful sensation rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The sunniness rippled around me, spurring me on. The son wanted to make my mother cum. That dirty, smutty intelligence for that thing I was never allowed to bear. The delectation I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother make me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the nifty thing in the man. I wanted to have her that joy. I nibbled on her pussy lips. I sucked on her clit. I made her pant and moan, her large breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

"shuffle YOUR MOTHER CUM !"shouted from the boys.

I had to make her explode.

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

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

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

"holy tinker's dam, ling actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

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

"Buff that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their gamey Scripture, my body trembling as I kept licking. mother shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a step back, pulling her pussy from my face. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my lip, savoring that spicy savor of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"female parent said, wrenching open the rider door.

She reached into a bag, the out-of-door sleek Asa Gray with a pair of disgraceful mouth on the front man. She wrenched out the bright, pink object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a member. A pecker. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the lance. It had segments almost like a caterpillar 's body. My virgin pussy clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a smooth ball. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her pap dark red.

She thrust the bulbous end of the dildo up between her thighs. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her pussy. Her heart widened as the other end of the dildo poking out from beneath her wench. It was like she had her own cock.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

"Oh, you 're getting that bitch broken in, broom !"a guy yelled.

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

"If you had, I 'd let to whip your ass for touching my sexy delight,"Mother said."Now you, bend over the hood of the car, dropped his panties, and prepare for mother to love you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my feet. My unawares annulus flared, flashing my reddish panties and those risque words at the boy. I darted for the car, my big mamilla heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and hang over, pressing my dope into the hood. My nipple throbbed at the contact, drinking in the wonderful tone of the locomotive 's warmth bleeding through the alloy. My manpower flicked up my chick, my pelvis wiggling as I felt all those eye on me, especially Mother's.

My thumbs hooked the waistband of my step-in. I thrust them off my ass, groaning as I exposed my juicy kitty, my bush soaked by my excitement.

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

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

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

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

"I 'll cause that tattoo on your lowly back. A tramp steamer stamp that will let everyone make love that your mommy 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot flesh. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clit before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so quick for female parent 's fake peter to ram into me to make me find amazing. I just knew she 'd have me such joy. She 'd have me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

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

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a sharp newsbreak of pain that was swallowed by a tidal wave of exaltation. The dildo slammed into my deepness, the segmented torso caressing my silky build. I groaned, my impair cunny squeezing down on her thickset toy. Her crotch smacked into my rump, my body shuddering atop the hood of the car. My pap throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my pussy clinging to the shaft of light. I felt each one of the segment pop out of my puss, leaving just the tip in me. With a moan, Mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, buddy-buddy peter into my pussy, the pleasance rippling through me.

My grimace scrunched up with seventh heaven. Stars burst across my eyes. I gasped and groaned, my coxa wiggling, stirring my puss around her thrusting miniature. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my shoulder joint, watching her proper booby bouncing, the left field wanting to break absolve of her stays. Her face twisted with such while pleasance as she pounded my deflowered kitty. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt grueling and fast.

"What a slutty daughter I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your tit and atomic number 82 you around by a leash !"

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

"You 're gon na article of clothing makeup and look like a particoloured harlot. My paint harlot. I 'll buy you a breast pump. You 'll use it every day until your boobs start lactating. You drank my milk, now I want to drink yours !"

"Oh, god, yes !"I howled."Just make out me, Mother !"

I was unrestrained. hectic. Her every thrust brought me closemouthed and closer to that marvellous burst. My first climax. I was so excited for it. She slammed the thick dildo so trench in me, the segments caressing my silky soma. She churned my slit up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

"nooky your daughter until she comes like a whore !"

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

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

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

How knockout I could cum.

"Let me discover you scream out in ecstasy, my picayune slut-daughter."

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

It was amazing.

firework detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My flesh spasmed and writhed about that awing cock plunging over and over again into my cunt. It was beyond Word of God. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the pleasance rushed through my body. I whimpered, shuddering.

Waves of rapture slammed through my body. They drowned my mind. I came so hard, musca volitans of Christ Within flare-up before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy nipple heaving, my leftover breast clutched in mommy 's tight grip. Her right hand gripped my hair, keeping my head pulled back as I cried out my transport for the integral college to hear.

"You 're such a slovenly woman, Calluna vulgaris !"

"A dyke jade for your Mother !"

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

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

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

The pantie bunched around my articulatio genus proved exactly what I was. I was so glad I found them. Whoever accidentally left these kinky step-in behind had changed everything for me.

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

I was going to savor the eternal sleep of my submissive life.

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The figure of speech smiled, sword lily that the pantie were appreciated. The image was eager for the side by side pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic wow, the colouring all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic rage. A ace word, each varsity letter printed in different, garish color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The human body stroked each character, eager to go shopping again.

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