Mind-Control Panties

Story XV : Becoming a slavish instructor Pet

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta meter reading this !

The figure trembled as it stroked the last brace of mind-controlled step-in it had made. The fun of this secret plan was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls'minds into its sluts. Turning good little girl into lady of pleasure, bad girls into virgin, and a whole host of early naughty aim. But too very much of a good matter was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the department store. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its waterfall 's magic that this was the perfect place to recover her. To witness the girl who would wear the limited panties. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocent. On the back, in white letters, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A terrific pair of step-in for a untried girl to wear.

A young girl taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department entrepot sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, pantie designed to pull in the attention of young charwoman who were shopping with their mother. One such girlfriend was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

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

The shape slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humans. It was mundane. Just another being shopping there. The individual'attention were on early affair. On material consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The number trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling panties'game began.

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

Courtney Zachary Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minutes behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown fuzz, the mother kept hers short while the girl 's fell in a farseeing and lush wave down her back. They both had round faces and exchangeable malar bone. Courtney had blue middle from her Father of the Church, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

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

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her intimation caught as she stared at that special couple. The tidings and white missive beckoned her.

teacher 's pet.

"I get having a puppy love on an older man,"said Mrs. Deems Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be careful. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your heart broken."

The daughter gave a cold-shoulder nod, utterly entranced by the pantie. Her mother 's Logos were flowing through her mind.

"He 's a undecomposed man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll take reward of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,"Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both professors at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own chronicle class."well, those are cute scanty. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the step-in. The tingle rippled through her. Her teat hardened while her mind cerebration of Mr. Rainier. And dog collar. Kneeling. Worshiping.

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

Courtney did. They scared her. Her female parent 's warning dueled with the sudden lust to wear those panties and become her favorite teacher 's pet. Something in her stemma recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's elbow room, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so long it was endorse nature to me. I set the field goal atop her vanity, thrifty not to stir up her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

As I grabbed her step-in to put them away with the clean I already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. like specter as an apple. I blinked, remembering a calendar month ago we were shopping and she 'd grease one's palms these. I picked them up, a strange tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my mamilla hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so scrumptious. The perfective tense affair to wear.

teacher 's Pet.

Those tidings echoed in my mind. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'air pocket. I shook my nous, confused why I would slip my daughter 's panties. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never washed them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all right hand for me to accept them. I could bust them. It would be funny. A instructor wearing step-in intended for a teacher 's pet.

My own buck private joke tomorrow at when I taught my college students.

The theme set my mind alight with eager expectancy for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny urge inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my needs. I did n't check over to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itching, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to strike it.

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

The moment I was done with my exhibitor, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be twenty-two years old than her, but I still had a great figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my frame. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, wearisome panties.

I trembled as I left the passe-partout bathroom, my husband stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd lie out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too materialistic. I wanted something more fun. Something a footling frown cut. I wanted to really depict off my gravid knocker. I picked up my top and darted to my W.C., the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy agglomerate.

I threw outdoors my wardrobe and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in yr. It was blue and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how much flesh it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the sleeve. I loved the smell of the silk against my build. I worked the buttons, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my large expanse of delicious cleavage exposed.

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

I slid my hands up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breast. I squeezed them. The panty tingled around my kitty-cat. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an aspiration for my boy. I needed to assist them pay aid. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the Carry Nation, boy were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to make it as engaging for them as possible.



My fingers dug into my tits, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingle soothed away whatever popped into my idea that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my wench. I stepped into it and drew it up my branch. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't lots I could do, but I had great pegleg and a squeamish ass.

My curves would testify through. I just knew it.

I dug out a twosome of five-inch heels, not my usual flats. I knew they would facilitate to give definition to my croupe and cast to my sura. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stair, my big white meat bouncing and heaving. I could see my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their cockcrow chore. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his similitude sister, his Robert Brown hair cut unretentive. A big grin spread across his backtalk as his gaze rippled up and down my consistency.

"Well, mom, wow."

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

"Holy crap, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her centre wide as she held a turgid jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head."You 're wearing that to schooltime today ?"

"What 's so wrong with this outfit ?"I asked."Your sidekick the likes of it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her cheek tightened."Department of Energy Dad know you 're wearing that ?"

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

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

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my minor while my husband was upstairs taking his foresightful exhibitor. He would just have got a cup of coffee bean before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his food grain because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't aid but lean over and establish him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my twins in my endorse year. I was teaching European account. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My finger itched to play with the large buttons of my blouse and have my boys a treat. Courtney was in the year, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to focus all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two tike. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the manner of walking out of the mansion, Kenneth was right on my heel, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front bum much to Kenneth 's dashing hopes.

I rolled my eyes. She and her comrade were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a clip, when they were children, when they did everything together. Then puberty happened.

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

I drove eagerly to the college, my pantie tingling, making my kitty itch. The wet inflammation soaked between my thigh. grade today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just have sex me. I would civilise them. I 'd make my boys so vivid and smart. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large bosom jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the son were staring at me. Even the ones I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my bounder, my coxa swaying. I felt my chick rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the bouncing to my tits. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

I wanted to tittup. I felt like a prize display dog on display, a bitch in her prime proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A Greek chorus of"Good dawning, Mrs. Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their center all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a stool in figurehead of my number one course of study, legs crossed, all the boys crowding up the social movement rows. The fille all look disgusted. They were in the binding, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my geological fault that all the boys were more concerned in learning instead of drooling over their slovenly woman'tight, untested dead body. The boys were finally innocent of the distraction of all those barely legal lady of pleasure.



My boys'hormone were focused on Education Department now.

It just felt so rightfield. But, as I taught that first class, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the thoroughgoing estimate while my first socio-economic class filed out and I had to expect for the scholar of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat front end and snapper before me, a big grin on his brass."tinker's dam, mom, I am so prepare to find out about history from you today."

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

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

The other son all perked up when they walked in. rich, a tall guy with light-haired hair and a big nose sat to the right of my son while Lance, a lover and marvelous Negro guy took the seat to his left. For once, he looked eager to take as he stared at me perched on the stool, his whiteness tooth flashing between his thick lips. Saul came in adjacent, a nerdy guy with red hair and freckles across his brass. Today, he did n't look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and Saint James and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me.

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

When the finale educatee walked in, a miss named Nancy who just shook her fountainhead at the sight of me, I said,"commodity morning, male child. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such eager hunger. I would make this lesson so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to hear it all. They had to be inspired.

"I thought we 'd make a game of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top clitoris of my blouse, a large square just begging to be popped through its eyelet."For every question someone gets powerful, a button will come undone on my blouse."

A low, athirst moan came from the boys.

"So, I have four buttons on my blouse. Each inquiry you get redress, I 'll undo one. Four head, and then I can take away my blouse off, Next, I can—"

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

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

"Teach your stratum ?"she gasped, this feel of electric shock on her face."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to pick up,"I said."Now you girls take to shut up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing ticket. The boys are the ones who need help learning."

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

"Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor, you 're such an amazing teacher,"groaned Lance. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.

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

A hot tide rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my dejection."Now, if the girls would care to be good and not break up us, I 'll begin."

"Yes !"Apostle of the Gentiles groaned. The nerdy guy was occupy in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

"okay, what was the date that Napoleon I Bonaparte was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the low gear square release through its eyelet, I purred,"That 's set, Kenneth. Such a bright boy."

James licked his sassing as he stared at my blouse opening, my large breast still constrained. He could see the Shirley Temple bra now, half exposed.

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

Apostle Paul got his hand up first. The peppiness had such a huge grin on his font."May 5th, 1820 !"

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

"Now, the soft ones are over, let 's dig into some really history,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italy ?"

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

I clapped my script together in delight."Well done."My fingers popped the third base button through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the fluent hide of my breadbasket."That was marvelous, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his run against Republic of Austria ?"

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

"You 're not sealed ?"I asked, having some fun toying with him.

"No, that 's it,"he said, staring at me as I played with that final button."He was twenty-six."

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

I popped the last button through its eyehole. I shuddered as my blouse fell spread out. It exposed my smooth belly and my boastfully titty constrained in my grim bra. All the daughter were shaking their heads in the back of the schoolroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my male child. The stripper was perfect. My boys were all so worry. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

Oh, God, this was just amazing. I could n't trust I did n't imagine of this before.

I loved these naughty panty I wore. They were so enliven. Tingles rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my bozo as my virile educatee salivated over me. Young men were such horny matter. I was so glad I was channeling their lecherousness in an appropriate direction. They would learn so a good deal as they stared at my ample flesh.

I could n't hold off to jerk off when I got home.

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

My son shot his bridge player up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental system that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British people business deal itinerary through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said,"You are such an intelligent, offspring man. I 'm so proud of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a professor,"spear muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now,"I said, reaching behind me and finding the clasp of my bra."Get this next one right, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, dipsomaniac boob. I know how you boys like them large and mild and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a camp of hungry hot dog all wanting to get on the Saami cunt. I shuddered, my neck feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite position. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to come to myself so badly.

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

"Where did Little Corporal defeat the Prussians ?"I asked, my spokesperson a sultry purred.

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

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

I brought my hands to the front, pressing the loving cup against my boobs. I wiggled to skid the straps off my articulatio humeri, showing the male child that zilch was holding my bra on my breasts except my work force. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

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

"Fuck, yes, Mrs. Deems Taylor !"Aston moaned.

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

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

Courtney gagged. She was just jealous that her brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a pair of circle tit. Smaller than mine. It was a admiration that Mr. Rainier paid any tending to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my pussycat molten passion."Final query. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

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

"paragon capital of Montana !"shouted Paul as Rich cried out,"The island of Saint Helena !"

"Saint Helena !"burst from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my breasts to my eagre boys. They all groaned. I could find their middle staring at my big, luxuriant tits. My dusky pap were so hard. I arched my backrest, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to make sure they got a well look at them. They swayed with a overweight jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a good job,"I said, hopping off my faeces. That really made my boobies leap."For your payoff, I 'll do my speech topless. I 'm sure you 're all going to focalize. You 've all learned so practically, but now we 'll get into more of the particular of Napoleon 's life sentence. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

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

God, my pussy was on ardor.

I gave my public lecture, striding back and forth between my boys. Their eyes followed my heaving breasts. I shuddered, my naughty scanty soaking up my succus. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my life. I shuddered, loving it. My heels clicked with every footprint, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my boob to jiggle.

I had this unusual itching around my neck. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to understand what I was missing. But I maintained my direction. I taught my boy right up until the end of the hour. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a kiss on the forehead. They were all grinning as they left my class, all talking about how they were so eager for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male person bookman were bore to check. This was fantastic. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

rightfield then it clicked in my brain what I needed.

Of grade, I could n't do anything about it. I had classes to teach. I kept up my exotic dancer example, the girls all glaring at me in the vertebral column. They were just jealous because I had self-aggrandising dope than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to dribble over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

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

I had no idea what the male professors could do to urge on the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the shop. Of row, in my zeal, I forgot to take my children dwelling house, but they were nineteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supplying. My new outfit. I needed a shorter wench, and I could n't wear the Same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow 's class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all Night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her head. She kept trying to talk to her forefather, but he was busybodied watching the game. I made sure he had heap of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my hairsbreadth. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his olfactory organ and purred,"You 'll just own to waitress and see tomorrow, okay ?"

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

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm certainly you have homework to do. It 's not just my form that you need to stand out at. You have to be well at all of them."

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

Unlike his sister ...

I was half tempted to make her check home from socio-economic class. I did n't need her negativity in my grade tomorrow. I was all about the confirming. Helping my boys to overlook their lessons. They had to master their knowledge. I could n't hold off to help them. I was so wet and horny.

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

Hard.

I thought about all my male students. I picture them one by one fondling my breasts and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussy. I imagine their young cock sliding into me. They fucked me arduous in my resourcefulness. They pounded me. shaft and his big, bleak dick. Saint Paul with his passionate thrusts. Even my own son.

He was still one of my students. It did n't count if it was incest. I had to make sure enough that he dominated his object lesson and took tutelage of his Department of Education. I came so hard thinking about Kenneth being in me. My pussy rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of naughty intellection. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morning time to get ready. I could get wind my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't ingest to pledge all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my exhibitioner and got cook. I made certainly my ramification were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making sure my pubic hair were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl trollop. I was a mature woman. A sexy teacher.

I was just so excited as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my turgid breasts struggling to scat. I wore a bra, but only for that for the first time grade. They missed out on my exotic dancer the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one survive sentence before I implemented my new curriculum during my second class.

After all, my son deserved to feel it first. He was such a hopeful student.

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

Of course of study, I was n't wearing any step-in beneath. Not even that peculiar pair. They would just get in the way. My instructor 's Pet panties were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson plan firmly set in my mind.

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

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not learn your brother working on his homework all night ? He was feverous. I know that you just spent all your fourth dimension bothering your Father instead of getting your schoolwork done."

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

wellspring, they were my panties now.

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

I strolled through the edifice and marched past my boy. They were all so hungry. All ready to master their example. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my first class. It was n't the true rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the strip. I showed off my chest to the charge son. I lectured to them topless, but all I could call back about was the exceptional item in my purse. The thing that I needed. The matter that would complete me.

The peculiar delight that would give a object lesson to my boy they would never forget.

Finally, my second socio-economic class had arrived. I was ready to go through my new learning strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, fishgig was the beginning to show up. The buffer and tall African-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big rooster.

I hoped he did.

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

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You honorable believe I did, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor,"Lance groaned."first base time I 've ever done that."

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

I would n't need it.

"You 're not even pretending to form them ask questions now,"my daughter asked from the back.

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

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

I was a instructor. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A female parent. It was the most important thing in the world a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with pride, letting my male child see my large, lush breasts and the trimmed, John Brown Dubya adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the sole way that a female teacher could truly school her boys.

She had to get their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the deuce-ace and collar out of my purse. All the boys were staring at my naked body, drinking in the lot of my flesh. The olfactory property of my tangy slit reached my nose, filling my every inhalation with delight. My daughter stared at me in blow as I placed a midst, black leash around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the feel of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to seize their academic futures with both hands and evince their teacher who was the passe-partout here.

I clipped the leash to my shoe collar. Then I knelt before my boys. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the nigrify, leather 3, wagging it back and Forth River."If you get the dubiousness right, you get to hold the troika. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"Holy fucking shit,"groaned Rich, his big nose quivering.

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

"It 's Mrs. President Taylor,"I said."Now, what yr did Napoleon invade USSR. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a indorse before the other male child yelled out the answer.

I was so glad it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the trio towards him and said,"I 'm yours. I 'm yours until you cum. Then the next boy gets to answer a question."

"holy place shit,"he said, grabbing my tercet in a shaky hand. He stood up, his cock tenting the front of his jean."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my mouth or my kitty-cat or my asshole."

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

"She 's Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my trio gripped in his right manus as he worked his fly spread out. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my payoff for getting the interrogative right. That 's all. Look at her. She needs to be fucked. That 's what you do with a teacher-pet, right ?"

"Yes,"I groaned.

Courtney hissed and then she sat down. She could have been a pet to her favorite teacher, but she did n't hold out the panties in time. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to experience the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't serve one man.

I would do all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jean down. Then his boxers. His pecker popped out. He was magnanimous than his pappa. My snatch clenched as I stared at that rooster. That dick came from my body, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous rush dead reckoning through me as he gripped my terzetto and moved behind me. He was going for my slit. He would ram his peter into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my chaparral and dribbled down my thighs. That sourish odour swelled in military capability. It filled my nose.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was perfect. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was glad that my son would ram that big dick into me and make me shout my head off in delight.

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

Slowly.

My son took his time enjoying his academic reward. He pulled tight on the tercet, the collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his prick sink deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my womb. The collar jangled, metal clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my bozo around his girth.

My son bottomed out in me.

I had my Kenneth back in me.

My strapping, hunky son was all the way in my cunt. I felt every inch of his dick. It was wonderful. I was happy I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his pecker with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky grasp of my twat. He moaned and pierce back into me with personnel.

Not a boring slide now, but a man taking his breeding in hand.

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

"holy place shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy feels amazing ! Your puss is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your teacher. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your teacher is a slut. She 's a dirty whore that needs your stopcock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your teacher, your mammy, is so thrilled you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm clench of the trio, tugging on my collar. That kept my school principal up, my heart staring at the other students watching. The male child were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

fizgig did bear a big dick, ebony and long. So did rich. Paul 's was gracious and James had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussycat melted. I could n't hold back to learn them all. To leave them an education they would never forget.

It was my responsibility as a teacher-pet !

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

"Kenneth !"his Twin Falls sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get raw and assist educate these cocks !"I moaned.

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

His cock slammed so trench and backbreaking in me. He churned me up. His balls smacked over and over against my clit. flicker fit. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my cuckoo around him. I loved every hot plunge of his shaft penetrating my cunt. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wonderful. Incredible. I groaned, my coxa wiggling from side of meat to side. The incestuous joy built and built inside my pussy with every thrust of my son 's pecker. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. Trickles of emollient dribbled through my George Herbert Walker Bush and ran down my thigh. My backbreaking chest swayed.

His exploring left bridge player found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy frame. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His Lucille Ball smacked into my button. piffling bursts of joy showered through my puss. I was about to explode.

I was about to cum on my nineteen-year-old son 's stopcock !

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a good student ! You 're mastering your lecherousness ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so difficult !"

His hand squeezed my left chest. He jerked on the leash. For a second, my airway collapsed. I could n't take a breather, and it was wonderful. He was showing his domination of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft of light. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous undulation of bliss washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other male child around me all stroked their cock. shaft tiff on his script and rubbed it up and down his ebony shaft. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right boob swung costless, trembling with my body. My son gripped my left tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his schoolboyish excitement. He slammed his hawkshaw so cryptic into my climaxing twat. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

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

Waves of ecstasy washed out of me with every hot flack of his jizz spilling into my pussy. I groaned as my twat milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop of incestuous source out of my son 's cock. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was incredible to teach him. To demo him how a submissive teacher-pet should act.

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

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

He spurted the last cliff of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the terzetto. He stumbled back while I trembled through my seventh heaven. I hit that marvellous peak as I stared out at the former male child watching. I had to feed them another question. It was so firmly to think.



Something bubbled through my psyche.

"How long did the Peninsular War last ?"I managed to pitter-patter out.

"Fuck, was n't that six years ?"Lance groaned."Yeah, that was six long time !"

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

The impregnable, Whitney Young Negro guy grabbed my lead. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to palpate his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy chest swaying. My neckband jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with enviousness while they stripped au naturel and stroked their dicks.

I was trusted they would all get a question correctly before the 60 minutes was over.

I gasped as gig parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spittle landed on my asshole. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my naughty sphincter. He was going to use my bowels. He would hump that huge dick into my anal sheath.

"Yes !"I moaned."Use your teacher-pet however you want. master your breeding. You 're seizing what you want to con ! Experience !"

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

I shuddered as the wet tip of his putz pressed against my asshole. I groaned, eager to direct his huge, Black dick in my bowels. My intact body quivered. I stared down at my left manus. At the wedding hoop I wore. I did n't need that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to delight my boys. My married man already had his education.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the elbow room, and moaned,"Fuck my asshole so hard, gig ! Be a good boy and use your teacher-pet !"

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

fishgig thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his shaft stretched and stretched my anal ring. My anatomical sphincter did n't resist. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my inaugural time doing anal, but I knew my body could handle it. I would sleep together it. But all my holes were available for my aphrodisiac son to use. fishgig wanted my ass, so he got it.

"holy place fucking shit !"I howled as his midst dick speared cryptic and rich into my bowels. He stretched my poor arse to its boundary. My anal sheath clenched around his sable tool. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, lancet ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound my roll in the hay asshole until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my bowels around his tool as he drew back. I heard him spit again and felt it splash against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my bowels. My breasts swayed from the impact. My entire body rock. I gripped his hammer with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

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

Lance spat each time his putz emerge. VII meter. Eight prison term. Until finally, he was pumping with repose. He was working that dick in and out of my cocksucker. He was fucking me like the fornicatress I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal retentive cocktail dress as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my leash as he fucked me. The other boys cheered him on.

"Sodomize the slut 's whoreson !"James II shouted.

"Fuck that MILF 's plastered ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't look to fuck her,"groaned Rich as he stroked his big shaft."Damn, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking alright !"

I loved the attention.

My climax built faster and faster. gig fucked his stopcock in and out of me. He slammed into my depths and then pulled back. Over and over, his gumshoe stimulated me. His orb smacked into my taint. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't await for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would splatter so lots jizz in me.

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

His big dick drove me waste. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out More and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his mettle ran down my second joint. I lowered my drumhead, staring down at my swaying bosom. I grunted and groaned, my manpower balled into fists. I was so finish. Just a few more shot, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowels tight around Lance 's big gumshoe. I wanted to cum on his ebony shaft."Keep fucking your instructor ! Keep showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slut !"

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

His pecker drilling into my bunghole combined with those words to micturate me experience so foul. I came.

His lump smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The pleasance erupted in the profoundness of my pussy. The molten flood of passion surged through my trunk. My big knocker heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.

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

"shag !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking cyprian !"

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

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His stopcock buried to the hilt in my convulsing gut. I reveled in his large peter filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to detonate in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't erupt. My asshole rippled around him, my climax burning through me, but no spirt of his jizz came. Then with a loud grunt, he ripped his cock entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the unassailable, Black student yanked hard on my leash. I gasped as he spun me around, my large teat swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his pitch black monster. I could smack the sour musk of my motherfucker upon him.

I understood. I opened my mouthpiece and swallowed his dirty cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The sour flavor made me feel so naughty. Another sexual climax rippled through me. A humble one. But it was barbarian and delicious as I showed my boys I was such a serious teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"piece of tail Mrs Taylor !"he growled."sucking it down my cock as you clean my big dick !"

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

His jizz was flavored with my sourness asshole. I reveled in the dingy sapidity mixing with his salty Passion. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every drop of my blackness scholarly person 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a practiced teacher-pet.

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

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

Lance dropped my leash as he ripped his pecker out of my rima oris."wagerer ask your next question, Mrs. Taylor."

dubiousness ?

Right. I needed to ask my boys something. I groaned, struggling to recall. I needed my students to have sex me. All my knowledge of Napoleon era seemed to have evaporated beneath the fade pleasure still simmering over my mind. I groaned, feeling my boys staring at me with great hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

"What 's 5 plus 5 ?"I shouted out.

"10 !"rich, Paul, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the piece of tail !"gasped my daughter."That 's a question a inaugural grader could get !"

"They got it, though,"I moaned."Until they cum, they get to use me however they like."

"I call dibs on her pussy,"Rich said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your face so hard, Mrs. Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his hand through his red hair. His cock thrust out before him.

I licked my sass and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the floor. He held his gumshoe upright with his result hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his body. My big tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous cum, to Rich 's hard cock. I impaled myself down his dick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My pussy loved it.

I groaned, my mother fucker aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his hammer deep and intemperate in my bowels. I whimpered in delectation, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a fistful of my brownness fuzz. He jerked my top dog to the right and rammed his shaft into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Saint Paul 's cock. My cunt gripped rich 's thick dick as I worked my rose hip, sliding up and down his girth. My mother fucker welcomed Tommy 's unvoiced peter as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my male child grunted and groaned. The early unity were watching, waiting for their play. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Paul 's peter. I nursed with thirst. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the delectation to come. My hands pressed on Rich 's articulatio humeri. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his shaft. I pumped up and down his cock, matching Tommy 's hard regular recurrence as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my gut mixed with the silky delight of my pussy. I loved it. I clutched both my pickle around my big, unattackable boys. I whimpered around Paul 's dick as I pleased my other two students. My cunt and bowels drank in the wonderful friction. Over and over, I was filled with difficult cocks.

"Fuck, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my sullen pap. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fucking best teacher ever, Mrs Zachary Taylor !"

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

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

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could wield it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his dick. He slammed his peter all the way into the astuteness of my mouth as my other two mess were filled with nineteen-year-old cock. When Paul brush the back of my pharynx this fourth dimension, he kept going. I relaxed my gorge and surrendered to his girth. His dick slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my lips and olfactory organ. His chunk smacked heavily into my chin.

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

Rich was thrusting up as I rode his peter. Tommy pounded my asshole with his brawny strokes, his finger's breadth kneading my gruelling tit. St. Paul grunted as he slammed his cock down my throat over and over. I loved the smack of his gruelling balls on my Chin. The wallop of his testis, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to swamp my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed plastered around rich 's hammer and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my hips, stirring my kitty and cocksucker around their shafts. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's cock driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was perfect. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my mammilla. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasure slammed down to my slit. I was on the threshold of exploding again. Another orgasm that would guggle through my body. My three boys were given me such bliss. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul 's gumshoe while my pussy convulsed around rich 's cock. Tommy drove his hard dick into my writhing intestine. All three boys groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of rapture. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boy'dicks.

"Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my asshole."You feel so undecomposed ! Fuck !"

His cum pumped into my gut. I loved that wonderful spurt of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so different from in my pussy. I got to live that delight a moment later as rich groaned. His dick flooded my twat with his tinder. Both my cakehole writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor ! You 're the best !"moaned Rich as he spilled his cum in me.

"Fuck,"Saul of Tarsus groaned and slammed his putz all the way down my throat. My song corduroy hummed around them as I moaned my joy. The waves of transport were flooding through me."Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my esophagus. I shuddered, savoring every finale moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my consistence. I quivered. It was such a delectation. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my pickle being flooded with my male child'cum.

My cunt and asshole drained Rich and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every net drop of his cum in my mouth. Then I had other boys who needed to answer enquiry. Aston and St. James and Henry and More. All my male child needed to fuck me. I shouted out questions. Simple ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 fourth dimension 1 !"

"How many sides does a triangle ingest ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and Forth. I never wanted this lesson to end, but when it did, I had a unhurt new division of son to eff me. They would all bear on their education and ream my juicy holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boys'cocks buried in my pussy or bastard or oral cavity, I was happy. I was so happy I stole those step-in from my girl 's dresser drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every end boy who entered my classroom.

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The human body trembled at the end of its final pantie game.

It would regain new delight, new means to amuse itself. This close plot had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic. Maybe it had because the female parent had claimed the pantie.

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

The magic trick would ensure that no one except the stubborn Courtney would opine anything was wrong. They would all admit the new Mrs. Taylor. The other prof, the administrator of her college, and her students would all recollect what she was doing was peachy. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae pedigree in her. A little dip the had immunized her from its magic.

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

The figure turned to his workbench, contemplating what its next game should be. There were so many ways for a fairy to amuse itself. The number would regain something new. Something gaga. The auditory sensation of its falls echoed through its cave, the phone stirring its imagination.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling panty Tales