Mind-Control pantie

Story Three : Sexy Little pleasure

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

The figure entered the wall plug depot. It was one step above a thrift storehouse, not the form of place that panties in the style that the figure made were sold. No racy delights to titillate a Thomas Young charwoman 's wanton desires. No trendy clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the build knew these pair pantie was needed here.

The bod was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold packets of knit, boring panty, so similar to the character worn by the hold up girlfriend the flesh had changed, a new twain was left behind. Vibrant, cerise red panty with those sheer, blue letters surrounded by a shimmering silver edge.

Sexy Delight.

The material body kept walking, knowing that special female child, Heather Alton Glenn Miller, would be along in moments.

broom was a tall missy, eighteen, wearing a baggy, grizzly dress to hide the voluminousness of her figure. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. She had the sort of body that boys would drool over. The character of good joy that would ornament their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory illusion.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to show off her frame. Not with her mother, Honor moth miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the suave, most unflattering clothes potential.

Her girl would stay pure.

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

When Scots heather saw the dyad of pantie casually draped over a bundle of boring underwear, she knew there must be a ugly mistake. Those pantie did not belong here. She had popped into the store to run a quick errand. Normally, she would never shop for clothing without her mother 's being present. She only passed this particular kiosk by coincidence. She snatched up the scanty merely to deport them to the right store worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the words printed on them, Sexy delectation. The sight stirred a strange, wistful longing through her soul.

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

Her female parent certainly never believed she would be."I always gave thanks to God that I had a knit stitch Jane for a girl. None of the son will ever whiff around you. You 're going to be pure."

Heather knew she should n't do this. That it was improper. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the panties and pressing them to her bag. She pushed it abstruse, burying it beneath all the accoutrement rattling around in her purse. Her cheeks burn with shame, but she rationalized her legal action by simply reminding herself that these panty clearly were n't the store 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato ecdysiast to exchange the one that had broken finis night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her handbag feeling extra heavy despite how piddling the span of panties weighed.

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< strong > Heather Miller < /strong >

Why did I postulate these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred times since the former eventide. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting ready for college, but I had n't even gotten out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting pantie on. They were so dissimilar than anything I 've ever worn. So brilliant and coloured. They were for a fairly girl. A painted harlot. Not for a Plain Jane like me.

There was a wet heat between my second joint. It was something I rarely paid aid to. Sometimes, I felt that shameful passion when in the shower and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly liberal boy at her college. The type of son my mother always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

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

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could hear mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large breasts swayed before me as I pulled down the couplet of light-blue panties I wore to bed, the shadowiness of Catharanthus roseus so faded it practically was albumen. I worked the cotton off my thigh and glanced at the garish pair. I could n't believe I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could profess.

Was there anything really wrong with that ?

It was n't like any the male child would notice me. They would never love I had them on beneath my yearn skirt. That I was wearing something with those naughty Word of God on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two words increase that warmheartedness between my thighs. I glanced down at my black George H.W. Bush, gasping at the sight of moisture beading on my pubic hairs. My cheeks burned. This hot shame rippled through me. I grabbed the cerise panties and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electrical prickling racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the estrus building and building inside of me.

What was damage with me ?

I whimpered, my bombastic breast swaying, slapping into each early 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 cloth up and over my plump rear. I shuddered, my bridge player adjusting the elastic waistcloth about my hips. They rode humble than they should. They fit so tight. Where they too small for me ?

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

I had no metre to change."Just a min !"

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A long, saturnine skirt and a gray blouse that button all the way up to my neck, the sleeve going all the way to my radiocarpal joint. It was loose to shroud my knocker. I grabbed my bra, the character that was designed to constrain such unwieldy, large boobs like mine. I slipped the band around my body and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the male child would n't actualise just how busty I was.

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

I pulled on the greyness blouse that I 'd selected, working the button up with the rapid gesture. It fit loose on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the collar. The tooshie fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the farseeing, ignominious doll. I stepped into it as my mother called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the buttocks of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my give side and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as fast as I could.

"heather Miller,"Mother cried for a one-third time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

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

Those naughty panties gripped my rump as I headed down the stairs. The fabric seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so wrong. So naughty. That estrus between my thigh swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, blench dress decorated with paisley efflorescence. It was as conservative as mine, the cop cubbyhole about her cervix, the sleeve descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"Well, there you are,"she said."Let me make a facial expression at you."

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

The tingles rippled through me.

"Is something wrongfulness, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

"Well, I 'm sure whatever it is, I 'll enter it out,"she said.

My breadbasket roiled. How could she have it off ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the warmth glowing in my cheeks ?

"Well, come on, your breakfast is getting cold."

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

I sat down, spooning up the livid porridge, hoping it would help steady down my stomach. Mother stared at me the stallion meter across the mesa, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the buddy-buddy message, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in thinking. My naughty sex clenched. My bosom felt so nasty in my bra. Constricted.

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

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

"On you,"she said, bustling up to me. To my shock, she undid the top clitoris 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 footling too strict with you. You 're eighteen. A woman grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

Mother pursed her lips. Her hands were on my shoulders, rubbing me. All the warmth of her fingers bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my arms. It was so ... strange. Then her hands moved to the front of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a second button.

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

I nodded, my skin look so exposed. I mean, the overt blouse only showed off my collarbone. The reverend 's married woman showed off this much 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 feet. My intellection whirled. The world felt so topsy-turvy today.

I slipped into the passenger can, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my breasts, revealing just how ample I was. Mother glanced over me, her lips tightening. My cheeks warm. I hated reminding her of that chesty harlot who stole pappa from our life history. Her eyes flicked up and down me as we drove to my college.

She spent half the meter just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this foregone conclusion that she knew about my wicked panties and was trying to describe the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few buttons of my blouse was some sort of strange torturing. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would fink my over-the-top behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My impertinence warmed Thomas More at the sight of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his hair dark and brusque. I tried not to imagine those unwholesome cerebration about him, but when my sex was feeling so lovesome and juicy, his face would look in my mind. It made me want to rival myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not ripe,"mother said. She reached out and did two more release. I gasped, as she opened my blouse blanket, revealing more of my skin. I could see the top slopes of my knocker. If she undid another button, people would see my bra.

My boldness went flaming hot.

"female parent ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

"You need to relax,"Mother said."You 're such a delight. Why, I bet the boy will love you."

My eyes were so encompassing at that. Boys ?"Are you okay, Mother ?"

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling not bad. Just staring at you is making me palpate all quick. Like how I used to finger when I was your age before your Padre ruined everything."

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my face. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my Quran bag on my lap, not sure what to do. My female parent opened the doorway and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would know that I had big breasts. Then he would bulge out to lust after a Plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my long doll whispering. I was so aware of my exposed cleavage. I felt my breast jiggling like they were fighting to bunk my bra. I wanted to melt down away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

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

My heart widened."female parent ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet delight ?"mother asked. Her hand swept down my backbone and over my seat, smoothing my bird."I know she has n't dressed for it, but you can see it, ca n't you, boys ?"

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

All the son were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shallow breaths, not to let my embrace swell, but I suddenly felt so inanimate. I was gulping in the air, my chest swelling as my female parent 's mitt smooth across my rump again.

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

"Well ..."Chris scratched the cover of his headway."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You guess ?"mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another button. My nerve burned. Chris, and the early male child, could see the emollient semblance of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. Mother unfastened my blouse further, her paw brushing across my bosom. My teat were heavily. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. foul tingling raced through me.

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

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a slight jiggle. The boys were all staring at me like wolves. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheeks were so warm. I wanted to conk. Mom 's quarter round brushed my nipples again, my puss growing wet. I could sense it. These naughty succus were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked panties I wore.

"Now, Heather, 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 panty. She kept saying that Good Book : delight. I could feel those letters burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the son staring at my disclose breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My pussy was so hot. I wanted to bear upon myself. To ill-use 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 anatomy. They knew I was chesty. That my breasts were bountiful. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the unusual excitement shooting through me.

male child liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering warmth shot through me as I entered my college, other students noticing me. young lady gasped in jar while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My gold braid of pilus swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my steps. My mother 's touch burned across my skin. The panty were so tight, cupping my rump, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

"Scots heather !"my friend, Vivian, pant. The carrottop rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her lowly breast."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of material body for you to be showing."

"mother thought I should ... show off my delightful knocker,"I moaned, my cheek burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't serve but thrust my teat out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the guys looking at me. Hungering for me.

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

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

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

"Of me ?"

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

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

This was ... unbelievable. I always wondered why young lady want to show off their anatomy and attract boys'attention. Now I was starting to understand it. It made me feel so naughty. So wicked and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A sexy joy. A shiver ran through me as I entered my schoolroom and my teacher, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the sight of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back flat like always, wishing my bra did n't crush my breasts so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. mother wanted me to do this, then it had to be okay. 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 cute 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 sentence, but it made him grinned larger. I was feeling so disgustful. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his example. I focused on his lecture like always. I felt all those male child staring at me. They were paying attending to me, not the teacher. I could n't facilitate the grin on my lips. I could n't facilitate taking pleasure in it. This was perfect. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so red-hot and fretful, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my object lesson when the door opened and my mother walked in holding shopping bag. Everyone 's straits snapped over. The plastic rustled. I blinked at the lot of her as she hurried over me.

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

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

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

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



"Yes, here,"female parent said. She glanced at Chris and smiled."All the boys want to see what a sexy delight you are."

The world had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful heat rushed through me as Mother attacked the final buttons 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 knit stitch by dressing me frumpish and not allowing me to wear down make-up ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new panty cause her to realize the the true ?

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

As I shrugged out of my blouse, female parent reached behind me and open my bra. I groaned as the pressure level was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, large and pillowy indulgent, hanging with their operose system of weights. Both my nipples were intemperate, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide of the mark areolas. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight of them.

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

Mr. Beauregard stared at me with this smell no teacher should stimulate for his student.

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

My female parent squeezed my breasts."I know,"mother said."I was such a bad fair sex for hiding these riotous knocker. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy delight ?"

"Hell yes !"groaned Chris.

mother beamed as she gave my breasts the final squeeze, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending wafture of oestrus washing down to my juicy snap. My cunt—that was such a naughty word to use for my cunt ; it made me feel so mischievous thinking it—clenched. I had this cryptical aching inside of me. I needed something to penetrate my virgin depths. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

Mother 's hands reached my chick. She fumbled at the girdle, searching for the fastener. She found it while my consistency trembled. My with child, bring out breast swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the slightest movement of my handsome tits.

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

smooch !

I gasped as her deal spanked my panty-clad nates. Her script lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my human body, her fingers digging into my crack.

"Sexy delectation,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you break clobber like this years ago. I 'm so sorry, Heather. I 'm going to be a unspoiled mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my hips and turned me, letting all the boys see those naughty panties clinging to my ass. Her hired hand pushed down on the middle of my back, bending me over halfway. My knocker swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his voice so throaty. Mother 's hand kept caressing over my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my slit ache. I grew so wet.

savor !

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

"Mmm, yes, you are a sexy joy, heather mixture. Now let 's get you dressed in your new dress. Obviously, you have the perfect pair of scanty for this dame !"

Her hands darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, black skirt. It possessed so piddling framework to it. I gasped at how short it was. Would that shroud anything ?

Mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching extensive the waistcloth of the skirt, quick for me to step into it. My large tits jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. first gear, my ripe leg and then my left leg slipped into the doll. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek calves, brushing my slick thighs.

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

Mother pulled the skirt up and over my fundament. The girdle hugged low on my hips, the wench barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would twinkle my naughty panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of young lady I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a loathsome whimper that had my big titty swaying and brushing together.

My pap throbbed. I wanted to bear upon them. I wanted to tinge my pussy, but I was surrounded by my schoolfellow. No masturbating right now. I would have to wait until I got plate to love myself for the start time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"Mother purred."I did n't quite know what your bust sizing was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't think your classmates will listen. Right, Chris ?"

"No way, Mrs. Henry Valentine Miller,"groaned Chris, his centre 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 thrill. This wicked heat dig down to my naughty pussy. I groaned as my panties felt so soaked. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my snatch ?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as little material as the doll. There were no sleeve. It looked like a underground of bright-red cloth, the same hue as my panty. How could that cover anything ?

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

Mom pulled the tube top down my arms and worked it down my head. There was a newsflash of red that filled my visual sense, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my large breasts. I gasped as my hard pap drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making sure that fit my large titty perfectly.

"There you are,"mother said, beaming. She clapped her workforce 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 hazardous rush through me. All the boys exploded into applause. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a pack of apes. I shuddered as the sounds rippled around me, making me squirm.

"You enjoy your day at college, Heather,"Mother said, giving me another smile."I 'm going to be busy shopping and buy you a whole new closet. I 'll pick you up some occupy things to point you."

"Thanks, female parent,"I said, my snatch tingling. Gosh, I really, really want to playact with myself. My finger itched should just slip beneath my short, brusque skirt.

"Have a good day, Chris,"female parent 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 white meat bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just expose for everyone to starve over. The cloth gripped my bosom, letting them swing free. They were without support for the low time in my spirit. I could feel everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a aphrodisiac delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so frustrated. So eager to do things. I was never alone. The male child followed me around from class to form like a athirst pack of heel. When I slipped in to use the comfort station, I could feel them pacing outside, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the principal, salivating. He was always licking his sass, his cock hard.

My Virgin kitty ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my body in my new clothing. When I had to bend over, I could feel my skirt sliding higher and higher, revealing the bottom slope my rump, then more and more of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the juicy panties. I knew some of the glittering letters were peeking out, bright-blue fibre printed on cherry-red fabric.

My white meat would persuade at the thin bm. The stretchable tube top molded to them, highlighting my pap. My areola. The fabric was so slender you could see everything. I was so wet. My scanty gave a valorous endeavor to surcharge up my pick, but I started feeling the naughty juices trickling down my thigh. My skirt was so curtly, the guy wire had to see the awkward gleam.

I did n't have to buy my lunch today. All the Guy were so eagre to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the sexy young woman in the macrocosm. I had never been happier. I hummed in delight, my shoulders swaying, making my breast bounce for the son'use. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

When luncheon ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this ravening grin on his lips."Would you like to get 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 wish to,"I groaned, my cunt clenching.

He grinned at me, and then the naughty boy gave my ass a squeeze play. He felt my hind end, making me shudder.

I was giddy all through my last few classes. Chris wanted to make beloved to me. He wanted to enjoy my aphrodisiac dead body while all alone at his family. I could n't await to tell mother. I was so breathtaking, I thought I would travel by out. Sometimes, I would just prehend my desk, my entire body shaking, all the boys tracking the careen of my huge tits.

Finally, classes were over. Chris was ready to take me. He slid his arm around my shoulder joint as I emerged from my biological science year, marking his dominion. A racy shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a unknown tone as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confound. I did n't like. I was going home with Chris.

My piteous, virgin pussy would finally get the expiation I needed. Craved. I would go insane if I did n't get something inside of me. I quivered beside Chris as we headed through the residence, my breast bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with expiation while all the other guy scowled.

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

My mother was waiting for me outdoor. She had a new getup for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather skirt and co-ordinated corset she wore, the dark garment lifting her own surprisingly large breasts into exuberant agglomerate. She had healed, thigh-high boots and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

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

female parent seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant segmentation. She stared into my oculus as her disembarrass hand cupped my grimace. Then she kissed me. Right on the sassing. But it was different from the originally one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my pussy, my panties tingling around my pussy and rump. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching male child flare-up into the whoops and hollers. This was so baffle. I could n't believe this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her stays, my nipples throbbing and aching.

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

"female parent ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my genu. So powerful. In control condition. She 'd dominated me my entire life. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. Her skirt swayed before me. I could reek that wicked smell of leather. There was another aroma beneath it. Spicy. That Saami musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

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

I lifted the figurehead of female parent 's chick. I stared not at a thick, Robert Brown President George W. Bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lips were blockheaded, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juice, that spicy odor filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her bitch, drinking in her appearance. I spotted this footling bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

"Eat your female parent 's cunt !"a guy howled.

"Just guttle her, you sexy slut !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my life. I tried to fight it. I tried to venture I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to immerse my face between those plushy boob. I wanted to be the one to revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, curvaceous pleasure. Now get that side buried in my snatch and do me cum. You have to be intimate me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, female parent !"I moaned.

I pressed my face into her twat. I licked and lapped and caressed her plica. Her spicy juices coated my tongue. Cunt was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hands grabbed her articulatio coxae as I stroked my tongue through those thick lips. Her cream coated my Kuki. My cheeks. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My clapper lapped at her pussy, stroking her crimp and brushing that little bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her clit. I stroked my tongue around it, flicking it, making my mother pant and moan. I made her feel amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my aphrodisiac delight,"female parent moaned."Play with my clit. Oh, yes, play with that little bud."

"God, Heather, you 're just a slovenly woman for your female parent 's pussy !"Chris howled.

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

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

I did n't know. I did n't worry. I just pressed my sass into her heavyset pussy sass. My clapper flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my glossa into her depths, swirling around inside the very fix that had birthed me. more than and Sir Thomas More of her spicy cream poured into my mouth. The look ignited my appreciation buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this repellent superstar rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my female parent. The sunniness rippled around me, spurring me on. The male child wanted to make my mother cum. That dirty, nasty word for that matter I was never allowed to birth. The joy I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother construct me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so vex. Like the not bad thing in the Earth. I wanted to fall in her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy mouth. I sucked on her clit. I made her gasp and groan, her large breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

"That 's it, slut, eat me out !"moaned female parent."You 're a piffling dam like me !"

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to attain 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 juice gushed out of her. Just a floodlight of them. They spilled over my lips and ran down my Chin and brass. I tried to work them up, but there was so lots 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 await for my turn to experience it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy twat, gathering up all the incestuous ointment that spilled out of her. My body trembled from the shudder of this naughty, wanton act.

"sanctum diddlysquat, ling actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

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

"Buff that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty Son, my trunk trembling as I kept licking. female parent shuddered, her knocker 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 backtalk, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

"I 've bought just the toy,"female parent said, wrenching open the passenger threshold.

She reached into a bag, the out of doors satiny gray with a pair of black lips on the front. She wrenched out the bright, pink object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. A gumshoe. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the quill. 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 unruffled orb. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her tit dark red.

She thrust the bellied end of the dildo up between her second joint. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her pussy. Her eye widened as the other end of the dildo stab out from beneath her skirt. It was like she had her own cock.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

"Oh, you 're getting that cunt broken in, Heather !"a guy yelled.

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

"If you had, I 'd have got to blister your ass for touching my sexy delight,"Mother said."Now you, deform over the hood of the car, dropped his step-in, and organize for female parent to love you.

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned, so eager to obey.

My tits heaved as I hopped to my infantry. My shortsighted doll flared, flashing my cerise scanty and those racy countersign at the son. I darted for the car, my big tit heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my dumbbell into the hood. My nipples throbbed at the contact, drinking in the rattling flavour of the locomotive engine 's warmness bleeding through the metal. My hands flicked up my annulus, my articulatio coxae wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My thumbs hooked the sash of my panties. I thrust them off my rump, groaning as I exposed my juicy twat, my President George W. Bush soaked by my excitement.

My mother clicked her spit in exasperation."All that hair has to go,"she said."When we get household, I 'll learn you how to prepare your cunt."

"Yes, female parent !"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, aphrodisiac delectation. 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 face hot. Just so long as everyone gets to see me."

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

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot frame. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my clitoris before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so ready for Mother 's fake rooster to ram into me to make me experience amazing. I just knew she 'd throw me such delight. She 'd get me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy lips, savoring the spirit of her pussy as all the boys cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT cherry !"

mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my maidenhead tear, a sharp flashgun of annoyance that was swallowed by a tidal moving ridge of ecstasy. The dildo slammed into my depths, the segmented body caressing my satiny flesh. I groaned, my deflower cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her crotch smacked into my rump, my body shuddering atop the hood of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

I squirmed as she drew back, my pussy clinging to the spear. I felt each one of the segments pop out of my pussy, leaving just the tip in me. With a groan, Mother slammed back into me. She buried that big, thick dick into my twat, the pleasure rippling through me.

My look scrunched up with cloud nine. genius burst across my heart. I gasped and groaned, my pelvic arch wiggling, stirring my puss around her thrusting toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a expression over my shoulder, watching her right bosom bouncing, the left wing wanting to check free of her corset. Her human face twisted with such while delight as she pounded my deflowered pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt hard and fast.

"What a slutty daughter I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your nipples and track you around by a trio !"

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

"You 're gon na vesture makeup and look like a varicoloured harlot. My painted cyprian. I 'll buy you a breast pump. You 'll use it every day until your bosom start lactating. You drank my milk, now I want to drink yours !"

"Oh, god, yes !"I howled."Just have sex me, female parent !"

I was hallucinating. febrile. Her every knife thrust brought me closer and closer to that wonderful plosion. My first orgasm. I was so energize for it. She slammed the thick dildo so deep in me, the segment caressing my satiny shape. She churned my cunt up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

"fucking your daughter until she comes like a lady of pleasure !"

"Oh, my little slovenly woman 's gon na cum gruelling, are n't you ?"female parent hissed. She grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my headland up. My chest spring before me as I gasped. My slit clenched around the section dildo.

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

She shoved my thermionic tube top up, my heavily knocker spilling into her extort bobby pin. Her fingernails bit into my left tit as she controlled me. It felt so howling. She was in charge of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How hard I could cum.

"Let me hear you scream out in rapture, my little slut-daughter."

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

It was amazing.

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

waving of rapture slammed through my body. They drowned my judgment. I came so hard, office of spark burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy pap heaving, my left breast clutched in mommy 's tight bag. Her right hand gripped my hair, keeping my head pulled back as I cried out my transport for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, Scots heather !"

"A dyke slut for your mother !"

"Way to go, Mrs. Miller ! You made that little whore cum !"

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

I gasped and moaned as my flesh rippled and writhed around the dildo. mother cried out with me. She joined me in ecstasy. We were both cumming for the intact college to see. They cheered us on. My judgement melted as I reveled in being my female parent 's aphrodisiacal delight.

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

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

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

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The figure smiled, gladiola that the panties were appreciated. The figure was eagre for the adjacent twosome to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colors all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic mania. A single word, each alphabetic character printed in dissimilar, garish colouration, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

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

To be continued in the next taradiddle of Mind-Controlling Panties ...