Mind-Control Panties

Story Three : Sexy Little joy

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

The figure entered the outlet storage. It was one step above a thrift storehouse, not the sorting of situation that panties in the style that the figure made were sold. No naughty delectation to titillate a Loretta Young womanhood 's wanton desires. No trendy wearing apparel were sold here, which was exactly why the chassis knew these pair panties was needed here.

The figure was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary bicycle. On a ledge that sold packets of plain, boring panties, so similar to the eccentric worn by the last girl the flesh had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red step-in with those bold, dismal letters surrounded by a shimmering silver moulding.

Sexy Delight.

The name kept walking, knowing that special female child, heather moth miller, would be along in moments.

Heather was a tall young woman, eighteen, wearing a baggy, Robert Gray garb to obscure the fullness of her figure. Curvy and boozer, her bounty overflowing. She had the variety of body that boys would slobber over. The case of ripe delight that would decorate their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fancy.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to show off her anatomy. Not with her mother, Honor Miller, ensuring that her daughter wore the blandest, most unflattering clothes possible.

Her daughter would stay pure.

Scots heather did n't beware. She was a quiet girl who obeyed her mother. Shy. She was n't like one of those tacky miss."All started out,"her mother would like to say."You 're my good, girl. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When Heather saw the duet of scanty casually draped over a packet of boring underwear, she knew there must be a atrocious misunderstanding. Those scanty 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 portray. She only passed this particular kiosk by happenstance. She snatched up the pantie merely to redeem them to the proper store doer. As she gripped it, she noticed the words printed on them, Sexy Delight. The pile stirred a unknown, wistful hungriness through her soul.

The braid of long, black hair's-breadth swung down her binding as she stared at those glittering letter of the alphabet. 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 Plain Jane for a girl. None of the son will ever whiff around you. You 're going to be pure."

broom knew she should n't do this. That it was haywire. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the panty and pressing them to her bag. She pushed it deep, burying it beneath all the accoutrement rattling around in her pocketbook. Her brass burn with shame, but she rationalized her legal action by simply reminding herself that these scanty clearly were n't the shop 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new potato peeler to interchange the one that had broken last night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her purse belief spare heavy despite how footling the twosome of panties weighed.

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< impregnable > heather Alton Glenn Miller < /strong >

Why did I strike these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred times since the former eve. 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 nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting step-in on. They were so different than anything I 've ever worn. So brightly and colorful. They were for a somewhat fille. A painted fancy woman. Not for a knit Jane like me.

There was a wet heat between my thighs. It was something I rarely paid attention to. Sometimes, I felt that black warmth when in the shower and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly handsome boy at her college. The case of boys my female parent always warned me about.

Boys like my father.

"You do n't want to ever marry a boy,"female parent often told me."He 'll will you. Just like your father did. They want multicolor prostitute, not a plain stitch Jane like you. I was beautiful, and your father still chose that big-breasted cow. You wo n't ever get out me, right ?"

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could listen mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large titty swayed before me as I pulled down the dyad of pale blue panties I wore to bed, the shade of Catharanthus roseus so faded it practically was Patrick White. I worked the cotton off my thigh and glanced at the tacky couplet. I could n't believe I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could feign.

Was there anything really wrong with that ?

It was n't like any the son would point out me. They would never eff I had them on beneath my hanker skirt. That I was wearing something with those risque words on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thought process of those two Logos increase that fondness between my second joint. I glanced down at my black bush, gasping at the muckle of moisture beading on my pubic fuzz. My cheeks burned. This hot ignominy rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red panties and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my pegleg, the strange, electric thrill racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heating edifice and building inside of me.

What was wrong with me ?

I whimpered, my turgid bosom swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The cloth clung to my second joint then my rump. I had to process the stretchy fabric up and over my plump rear. I shuddered, my hands adjusting the elastic waistcloth about my pelvic girdle. They rode take down than they should. They fit so tight. Where they too minor for me ?

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

I had no clock time to change."Just a second !"

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A longsighted, dark skirt and a gray blouse that button all the way up to my neck, the arm going all the way to my wrist. It was at large to hide my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the case that was designed to tighten such unwieldy, bombastic booby like mine. I slipped the band around my trunk 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 boy sniffing around her if they realize she has big knocker,"female parent would say."Just like that harlot cow who stole your father."

I pulled on the gray blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid motion. It fit loose on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the collar. The tails fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the longsighted, Negroid annulus. I stepped into it as my mother called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The skirt zipped on my give face and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as flying as I could.

"ling miller,"mother cried for a third clock time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

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

Those gamey panties gripped my tush as I headed down the stairs. The framework seemed to fall away between my butt-cheeks, molding to my chassis. It felt so wrong. So naughty. That estrus between my thigh swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My female parent peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, pale apparel decorated with paisley peak. It was as conservative as mine, the shoe collar snug about her neck, the sleeve descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"wellspring, there you are,"she said."Let me let a look at you."

I came close to her, waiting for her inspection. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, ill-affected pantie I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulder joint down to my elbow joint, smoothing the fabric into my peel. She gripped me there, middle flicking up and down my trunk. She frowned.

The tingle 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 concede what I 'd done. To order her what I was wearing beneath my dame. I was being naughty.

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

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

"well, fare on, your breakfast is getting cold."

"Yes, mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a low breakfast nook lay. There were two bowling ball of emollient wheat, plain and unseasoned. It was n't that engorge made from second. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the Patrick White porridge, hoping it would aid settle my stomach. Mother stared at me the entire time across the tabular array, hardly touching hers. Her spoonful stirred through the thick substance, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in thought. My blue sex clenched. My breasts felt so mean in my bra. Constricted.

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

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

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

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in sandbag surprise.

"You know, you 're such a delight. Maybe, I have been a picayune too stern with you. You 're XVIII. A woman grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

mother pursed her lips. Her hands were on my articulatio humeri, rubbing me. All the warmth of her fingers bled through the cloth. I swallowed as she kept touching my munition. It was so ... strange. Then her script moved to the front of my blouse. I gasped as she unfastened a instant button.

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

I nodded, my skin belief so exposed. I mean, the open blouse only showed off my collarbone. The man of the cloth 's wife showed off this much tegument. I should n't feel at all strange about it, but my female parent orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoes scuffling along as I dragged my feet. My thoughts whirled. The reality felt so topsy-turvy today.

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

She spent half the sentence just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this certainty that she knew about my mischievous panties and was trying to draw the true statement out of me. It was like undoing the top few push of my blouse was some sorting of strange torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would confess my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boy hanging out front, including Chris. My cheeks warmed Sir Thomas More at the sight of him. He was such a well-favoured boy, tall, his pilus dark and shortstop. I tried not to suppose those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his brass would come out in my mind. It made me want to touch myself. To clapperclaw myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not in good order,"female parent said. She reached out and did two Sir Thomas More buttons. I gasped, as she opened my blouse encompassing, revealing more of my skin. I could see the top slope of my titty. If she undid another release, people would see my bra.

My impertinence went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

"You need to relax,"mother said."You 're such a delectation. Why, I bet the boys will get it on you."

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

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

She stepped out of the car and rushed around to my side of meat. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my book bag on my lap, not trusted what to do. My female parent opened the threshold and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would recognize that I had big breasts. Then he would protrude to crave after a Plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my foresighted dame rustling. I was so mindful of my exposed cleavage. I felt my chest jiggling like they were fighting to take to the woods my bra. I wanted to evaporate 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 former two male child."Does n't my daughter just depend pretty ?"

My optic widened."Mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet delight ?"mother asked. Her mitt swept down my back and over my rump, smoothing my annulus."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 boy were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take up shoal breathing time, not to let my tit dandy, but I suddenly felt so breathless. I was gulping in the air, my chest lump as my mother 's paw smooth across my tooshie again.

"Yeah, you do think she such a tremendous pleasure, do n't you, boys ?"Mom said.

"wellspring ..."Chris scratched the back of his heading."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You gauge ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my jar, she undid another button. My brass burned. Chris, and the other son, could see the pick color of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. Mother open my blouse further, her work force brushing across my bosom. My nipples were hard. I felt her script rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. repelling tingles raced through me.

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

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a niggling jiggle. The son were all staring at me like woman chaser. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My impudence were so warm. I wanted to pass out. Mom 's pollex brushed my nipples again, my pussy growing wet. I could feel it. These naughty juice were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked pantie I wore.

"Now, heather mixture, have a lovely day,"female parent 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 : joy. I could feel those varsity letter burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my endanger breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My kitty was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To abuse myself like a wicked girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The boy parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their eyes running up and down my flesh. They knew I was chesty. That my breasts were freehanded. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the strange exhilaration shooting through me.

Boys liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering warmness shot through me as I entered my college, early students noticing me. Girls gasped in shock while boys leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My braid of whisker swept behind me down to my rump. It swayed with my steps. My mother 's touch burned across my peel. The step-in were so smashed, cupping my rump, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

"Scots heather !"my champion, Vivian, gasp. The redhead rushed towards me, her scoop-neck blouse showing off her pocket-sized tits."Oh, my oh, you 're ... Wow, that 's a lot of flesh for you to be showing."

"Mother thought I should ... present off my delightful white meat,"I moaned, my nerve burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help but stuff my teat out before me. I was enjoying the tending. All the guys looking at me. Hungering for me.

Vivian fell in beside me, her heart wide."Your female parent did that ?"

I nodded, heading towards my 1st class."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 shoot down to cause tits as big as yours."She looked around."All the other fille are staring at you. They 're seeing how busty you are ? They 're all jealous."

"Of me ?"

My friend nodded."This is just wild. Your mom 's gone weirdo ?"

"I do n't do it,"I said, too scared to mention the panties and the D word printed on them. I drew in a deep breath, my chest insurrection and falling. My breast rising and falling. male child groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... unbelievable. I always wondered why girls want to show off their flesh and attract boys'attending. Now I was starting to realize it. It made me find so naughty. So wicked and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A sexy delectation. A quiver ran through me as I entered my classroom and my teacher, 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 bosom 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 blackguardly grin on his expression."Hey,"he said, nodding to me."You look cute today."

I could n't help the girlish giggle that explosion from my lips. I had never made such a sound 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 lesson. I focused on his public lecture like always. I felt all those boys staring at me. They were paying tending to me, not the teacher. I could n't help the smiling on my lips. I could n't help oneself taking delight in it. This was perfect. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so juicy and fretful, 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 mass of her as she hurried over me.

"I bought these as fasting as I could,"Mother said."I 'm so blue for making you wear that sloppy dress. Do n't vex, your female parent will make you into a sexy delight."

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

"It 's okay,"she said, a liberal grin on her lips. She dropped the shopping bag of clothes on the desk."Mother is going to seduce 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, dotty thrill racing through my pussy.



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

The Earth had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This wonderful heat rushed through me as mother attacked the terminal 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 frumpy and not allowing me to wear make-up ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

Why did my new pantie cause her to realize the accuracy ?

She clicked her knife as she opened my blouse, shaking her head in disgust."This bra is not going to operate. I 'm sorry, but I 've been buying you bras two size too pocket-sized. I was just trying to chasten these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, mother reached behind me and open my bra. I groaned as the pressure was taken off my tit. They spilled out, gravid and pillowy delicate, hanging with their heavy weight. Both my nipples were gruelling, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide areola. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight of them.

"tinker's dam,"Chris muttered, a big grinning on his face.

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

My back straightened as I drank in the magnet.

My female parent squeezed my breasts."I know,"Mother said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these lush breasts. 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 waves of passion washing down to my juicy bit. My cunt—that was such a naughty word to use for my pussy ; it made me feel so severe thinking it—clenched. I had this deep ache inside of me. I needed something to interpenetrate my virgin profundity. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

female parent 's hands reached my skirt. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastener. She found it while my consistence trembled. My tumid, exposed breasts swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the svelte movement of my bountiful tits.

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

SMACK !

I gasped as her hired hand spanked my panty-clad can. Her hand lingered on my butt-cheek. I groaned as she squeezed my flesh, her fingerbreadth digging into my crack.

"Sexy Delight,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you wear stuff and nonsense like this age ago. I 'm so sorry, Calluna vulgaris. 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 and turned me, letting all the son see those blue scanty clinging to my ass. Her hired hand pushed down on the middle of my cover, bending me over halfway. My titty swung before me while my ass felt like it thrust out at whoever was behind me. Chris groaned, his voice so throaty. mother 's hired hand kept caressing over my buttocks, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussy ache. I grew so wet.

thunder !

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

"Mmm, yes, you are a sexy joy, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new clothes. Obviously, you have the stark couple of pantie for this wench !"

Her work force darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, nigrify skirt. It possessed so little fabric to it. I gasped at how short it was. Would that embrace anything ?

Mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide-eyed the waistband of the skirt, prepare for me to step into it. My enceinte tits jiggled as I did just that, my braiding swaying down my rachis. First, my right leg and then my left hand leg slipped into the doll. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my aerodynamic calfskin, brushing my sleek second joint.

I groaned as her soupcon climbed higher and higher. I knew I should n't enjoy my female parent touching me, but it just felt so gamy rightfield now. All the boys were drooling over me. A few had stood up and moved closer, staring at my swaying knocker with slick eyes.

female parent pulled the doll up and over my stern. The waistband hugged low on my hip, the doll barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would ostentate my juicy panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what character of girl I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a skanky whimper that had my large bosom swaying and brushing together.

My nipples throbbed. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to touch my pussy, 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,"Mother purred."I did n't quite know what your fizzle size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't mean your classmates will mind. Right, Chris ?"

"No way, Mrs. Miller,"groaned Chris, his optic 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 throb. This wicked heat shot down to my risque snatch. I groaned as my scanty 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 lilliputian textile as the wench. There were no sleeves. It looked like a subway of bright-red cloth, the like 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 son loved how that made your mamilla jiggled. Ooh, they 're all hard for you. My girl is a busty, sexy delight."

Mom pulled the electron tube top down my arms and worked it down my head. There was a flash of red that filled my visual sensation, and then she was pulling the stretchy fabric over my large breasts. I gasped as my strong nipples drank in the rasping texture of the textile. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making certain that fit my large breasts perfectly.

"There you are,"female parent said, beaming. She clapped her work force on my nerve."My sexy delight."

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

"You enjoy your day at college, ling,"female parent said, giving me another smile."I 'm going to be busy shopping and buy you a hale new closet. I 'll pick you up some interesting matter to show you."

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my purulent tingling. Gosh, I really, really desire to fiddle with myself. My fingers itched should just slew beneath my short, short 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 boob bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just expose for everyone to lust over. The cloth gripped my bosom, letting them swing destitute. They were without support for the get-go meter in my animation. I could feel everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a aphrodisiacal delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so scotch. So eagre to do things. I was never alone. The boy followed me around from class to year like a hungry pack of andiron. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could experience them pacing outdoors, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the track, salivating. He was always licking his brim, his stopcock hard.

My virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so cognisant of my body in my new vesture. When I had to bend over, I could experience my skirt sliding eminent and higher, revealing the rear end incline my buttocks, then more and more of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the racy panty. I knew some of the glittering letter were peeking out, bright-blue reference printed on cherry fabric.

My titty would carry at the fragile movement. The stretchy thermionic tube top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My areolas. The fabric was so melt off you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valorous effort to soak up my cream, but I started feeling the naughty juice trickling down my thighs. My chick was so abruptly, the guys had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't have to buy my lunch today. All the guy rope were so bore 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 creation. I had never been glad. I hummed in delight, my articulatio humeri swaying, making my titties bounciness for the boys'enjoyment. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

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

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

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

He grinned at me, and then the blue boy gave my ass a power play. He felt my rump, making me shudder.

I was giddy all through my last few course of instruction. Chris wanted to make water love to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy body while all alone at his home. I could n't wait to tell mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would exit out. Sometimes, I would just prehend my desk, my entire eubstance shakiness, all the son tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, classes were over. Chris was gear up to claim me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I emerged from my biological science class, marking his territory. A gamy shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a unusual look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confused. I did n't care. I was going home with Chris.

My poor, Virgo the 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 Radclyffe Hall, my breasts bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the other guy scowled.

I was sure as shooting I would go plate with them soon. But today I was Chris's.

My mother was waiting for me away. She had a new rig for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather annulus and pair corset she wore, the dark garment lifting her own surprisingly with child breasts into lush mounds. She had healed, thigh-high kicking 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 skirt was so short that barely covered anything."You 're favorable I let you look at her, boy. But do n't you even think you get to enjoy her. She is mine !"

Mother seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant cleavage. She stared into my eyes as her free hand cupped my typeface. Then she kissed me. Right on the mouth. But it was different from the earlier one. There was no mistaking this for a maternally kiss.

Her natural language jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my pussycat, my panties tingling around my snatch and rump. I whimpered into her rima oris, shuddering while the watching boys explosion into the whoops and hollers. This was so bemuse. I could n't believe this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her corset, my tit throbbing and aching.

Mother broke the kiss, her eyes wild."I 've been thinking about you all day !"she groaned."How aphrodisiacal you are. How delicious you look in those clothes. Your bosom. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your pussy. Oh, god have I been thinking about your cunt. You want to see how wet you made your mother ?"

"mother ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So muscular. In command. She 'd dominated me my entire spirit. 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 smell that wicked scent of leather. There was another aroma beneath it. Spicy. That same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

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

I lifted the forepart of mother 's dame. I stared not at a thick, Brown University crotch hair but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lips were compact, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her succus, that spicy scent filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her cunt, 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 pussy !"a guy howled.

"Just raven her, you sexy slut !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my lifespan. I tried to fight it. I tried to pretend I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to bury my face between those lush titty. I wanted to be the one to revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, curvy delectation. Now get that typeface buried in my snap and make me cum. You have to love me for all the apparel I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, female parent !"I moaned.

I pressed my face into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her bend. Her spicy juices coated my knife. puss was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My workforce grabbed her articulatio coxae as I stroked my tongue through those compact lips. Her cream coated my chin. My cheek. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My lingua lapped at her pussy, stroking her sheepcote and brushing that minuscule bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her clit. I stroked my clapper around it, flicking it, making my female parent gasp and moan. I made her finger amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy delight,"mother moaned."playing period with my clitoris. Oh, yes, toy with that little bud."

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

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

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

I did n't know. I did n't handle. I just pressed my mouth into her thick cunt lips. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my knife into her depths, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. More and Thomas More of her spicy ointment poured into my mouth. The flavor ignited my taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her branch, gripping her as this yucky sense experience rippled through me.

I loved it. I loved this incestuous flavor. This wicked, wanton joy.

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The cheers rippled around me, spurring me on. The male child wanted to make my mother cum. That dirty, smutty word for that matter I was never allowed to have. The pleasure I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother hold me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the outstanding thing in the world. I wanted to give her that pleasure. I nibbled on her pussy lips. I sucked on her clit. I made her gasp and groan, her orotund chest almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to form her explode.

I sucked on Mother 's clit. She gasped and squealed out in joy. She whimpered. Her beautiful phone echoed through the air. Her juices gushed out of her. Just a rising tide of them. They spilled over my lips and ran down my Chin and face. I tried to lick them up, but there was so very much spicy cream.

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

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

"Holy shit, Heather actually made her female parent cum !"the boy shouted.

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

"caramel brown that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their gamy Word, my body trembling as I kept licking. mother shuddered, her breast jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a whole tone back, pulling her pussy from my face. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

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

She reached into a bag, the away slick gray with a couple of black sassing 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 dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the ray of light. It had segments almost like a caterpillar 's body. My virgin pussy clenched, wondering what that would sense like in me. The other end was capped by a unruffled globe. female parent whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her mamilla dark red.

She thrust the bulbous end of the dildo up between her thigh. She groaned, shuddering as she clearly pressed it up inside her puss. Her center widened as the other end of the dildo thrust out from beneath her chick. It was like she had her own cock.

Her own way of popping my cherry.

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

"tinker's damn, Chris, you almost got that joy,"another guy said and laughed.

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

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my foot. My brusk bird flared, flashing my cherry-red step-in and those naughty dustup at the male child. I darted for the car, my big teat heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my boobies into the hood. My nipples throbbed at the contact, boozing in the howling feel of the engine 's warmness hemorrhage through the metal. My paw flicked up my chick, my pelvic arch wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My quarter round hooked the waistband of my panties. I thrust them off my tail end, groaning as I exposed my juicy puss, my bush soaked by my excitement.

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

"Yes, female parent !"I gasped, so eagre for that.

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

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

"I 'll induce that tattoo on your lower berth back. A bum tender that will let everyone do it that your mommy 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my puss clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot physical body. I gasped as it slid up, brushing my button before pressing on my hymen. I quivered, my toes flexing and curling, so set for mother 's fake cock to ram into me to reach me feel astonishing. I just knew she 'd give me such pleasure. She 'd have me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy rim, savoring the flavor of her kitty-cat as all the son cheered :"POP THAT CHERRY !"

"POP THAT cherry !"

"POP THAT cherry red !"

mother thrust.

I gasped as my cerise popped. I felt my maidenhead tear, a crisp flash of pain that was swallowed by a tidal wave of rapture. The dildo slammed into my profundity, the segmented organic structure caressing my sleek flesh. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her thickheaded toy. Her crotch smacked into my rump, my body shuddering atop the strong-armer of the car. My tit throbbed against the metal.

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

My fount scrunched up with seventh heaven. Stars burst across my eye. I gasped and groaned, my hip joint wiggling, stirring my pussy around her thrusting toy. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a looking at over my shoulder, watching her flop boob bounce, the left wanting to break spare of her corset. Her face twisted with such while delight as she pounded my deflowered pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old pussy hard and fast.

"What a slutty daughter I have !"she moaned."I 'm going to pierce your mamilla and lead you around by a triad !"

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, my pleasure growing. Her every driving force brought me close and closer to that magical moment.

"You 're gon na wear makeup and look like a painted working girl. My painted working girl. I 'll buy you a breast pump. You 'll use it every day until your titty start lactating. You drank my Milk River, now I want to drink yours !"

"Oh, god, yes !"I howled."Just fuck me, mother !"

I was delirious. Feverish. Her every poke brought me tight and closer to that rattling explosion. My inaugural climax. I was so excited for it. She slammed the thick dildo so deep in me, the segments caressing my silky flesh. She churned my cunt up. I hurtled towards that rhapsodic moment.

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

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

"Oh, my petty adulteress 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"Mother hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my capitulum up. My knocker leaping before me as I gasped. My kitty clenched around the segmented dildo.

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

She shoved my underground top up, my gravid breasts spilling into her squash clutches. Her fingernails bit into my left tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. 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 fiddling 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 stick shaft plunging over and over again into my twat. It was beyond word. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the pleasure rushed through my body. I whimpered, shuddering.

waving of rapture slammed through my body. They drowned my mind. I came so backbreaking, spots of light burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy tits heaving, my left breast clutched in mommy 's tight grip. Her right script gripped my hairsbreadth, keeping my forefront pulled back as I cried out my exaltation for the stallion college to hear.

"You 're such a trollop, broom !"

"A dyke slut for your mother !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The figure smiled, glad that the panties were appreciated. The figure was eager for the next pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the colors all blending together in a convolution of psychedelic passion. A undivided word, each varsity letter printed in different, brassy color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The figure stroked each eccentric, bore to go shopping again.

To be continued in the following tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...