Mind-Control Panties

tarradiddle Three : Sexy Little delectation

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

The bod entered the outlet store. It was one stride above a thrift depot, not the sort of place that panties in the style that the image made were sold. No risque joy to titillate a young woman 's wanton desires. No voguish clothes were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these yoke scanty was needed here.

The figure was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, average. On a shelf that sold mail boat of plain stitch, boring panties, so similar to the case worn by the last girl the figure had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cherry red panties with those sheer, Amytal letters surrounded by a shimmering silver delimitation.

Sexy Delight.

The digit kept walking, knowing that extra girl, broom Miller, would be along in moments.

heather mixture was a tall young woman, eighteen, wearing a baggy, Louis Harold Gray clothes to conceal the fullness of her figure. Curvy and lush, her H.M.S. Bounty overflowing. She had the sort of consistency that boys would slobber over. The case of ripe delight that would beautify their wet dream and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

Not that Heather would ever be allowed to indicate off her design. Not with her female parent, honor Miller, ensuring that her girl wore the blandest, most uncomplimentary wearing apparel possible.

Her daughter would delay pure.

Scots heather did n't mind. She was a quiet girl who obeyed her mother. Shy. She was n't like one of those cheap girls."All started out,"her female parent would wish to say."You 're my good, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When ling saw the distich of step-in casually draped over a mailboat of boring underwear, she knew there must be a horrifying mistake. Those panties did not belong here. She had popped into the entrepot to run a promptly errand. Normally, she would never shop for clothing without her mother 's being represent. She only passed this detail kiosk by coincidence. She snatched up the panties merely to fork up them to the proper store worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the row printed on them, Sexy Delight. The sight stirred a strange, wistful longing through her soul.

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

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

Heather knew she should n't do this. That it was improper. Without wistfulness surged through her. She found herself folding up the scanty and pressing them to her handbag. She pushed it mystifying, burying it beneath all the accessory rattling around in her pocketbook. Her cheeks suntan with shame, but she rationalized her action mechanism by simply reminding herself that these pantie clearly were n't the store 's merchandise.

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new spud peeler to exchange the one that had broken last night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried home, her purse feeling spear carrier enceinte despite how little the pair of step-in weighed.

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< impregnable > Heather moth miller < /strong >

Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred time since the premature evening. 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 panties on. They were so dissimilar than anything I 've ever worn. So brilliantly and colourful. They were for a moderately girl. A painted harlot. Not for a knit Jane like me.

There was a wet heating plant between my thighs. It was something I rarely paid attention to. Sometimes, I felt that ignominious warmth when in the shower and washing myself down there, or when I allowed myself to stare at a particularly bounteous boy at her college. The type of son my mother always warned me about.

son like my father.

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

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightdress. I could get a line mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My large boob swayed before me as I pulled down the duet of light-blue panty I wore to bed, the ghost of Vinca rosea so faded it practically was Edward D. White. I worked the cotton wool off my second joint and glanced at the tacky pair. I could n't believe I was going to tire out them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could pretend.

Was there anything really wrong with that ?

It was n't like any the son would notice me. They would never acknowledge I had them on beneath my recollective annulus. That I was wearing something with those racy actor's line on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just mentation of those two words increase that lovingness between my thighs. I glanced down at my black bush, gasping at the raft of moisture beading on my pubic hairs. My cheeks burned. This hot disgrace rippled through me. I grabbed the scarlet panty and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my leg, the strange, electric tingle racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat building and building inside of me.

What was incorrect with me ?

I whimpered, my large breasts swaying, slapping into each other as I wiggled the tight panties up my legs. The cloth clung to my thigh then my derriere. I had to make the stretchy fabric up and over my fat rear. I shuddered, my hands adjusting the pliable waistband about my hips. They rode dispirited than they should. They fit so soaked. Where they too pocket-size for me ?

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

I had no time to shift."Just a mo !"

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A long, dark bird and a hoar blouse that release all the way up to my neck, the sleeve going all the way to my carpus. It was escaped to veil my bosom. I grabbed my bra, the type that was designed to constrain such unwieldy, magnanimous boobs like mine. I slipped the dance band around my torso and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the boys would n't actualize just how busty I was.

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

I pulled on the grey-haired blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid motion. It fit liberate 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 long, shameful skirt. I stepped into it as my female parent called my name again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the rear of my blouse into it. The dame zipped on my depart side and fit snugly around my waist. I smoothed the textile, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as quick as I could.

"ling Miller,"mother cried for a third meter,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

I rushed to the doorway, my black hair swaying a thick 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 time to read braided this morning.

Those naughty step-in gripped my fundament as I headed down the stairs. The cloth seemed to slip between my butt-cheeks, molding to my flesh. It felt so wrong. So gamey. That warmth between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, blanch dress decorated with paisley flower. It was as conservative as mine, the collar cubbyhole about her neck, the sleeves descending to her wrist, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

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

I came close to her, waiting for her inspection. There could be no way that she knew about the naughty, rebellious panty I had on. Her hands slid from my shoulder joint down to my elbows, smoothing the fabric into my skin. She gripped me there, optic flicking up and down my trunk. She frowned.

The shiver rippled through me.

"Is something improper, female parent ?"I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would help descend my tummy. Mother stared at me the stallion time across the tabular array, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the thick means, her regard resting on me as she seemed lost in thinking. My gamey sex clenched. My breasts felt so pissed in my bra. Constricted.

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

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

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

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stun surprise.

"You know, you 're such a joy. Maybe, I have been a little too strict with you. You 're eighteen. A adult female grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

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

"okay, that 's double-dyed,"she said."Let 's get you to school."

I nodded, my peel look so exposed. I mean, the open up blouse only showed off my collarbone. The reverend 's wife showed off this much pelt. I should n't palpate at all strange about it, but my mother orchestrated this. Bemused, I followed her out to the car, my shoes scuffling along as I dragged my feet. My thoughts whirled. The world felt so disorderly today.

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

She spent half the time just glancing at me. I squirmed. I had this certainty that she knew about my wicked step-in and was trying to take out the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few clitoris of my blouse was some sort of unusual torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would squeal my sinful behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few male child hanging out front, including Chris. My boldness warmed more at the sight of him. He was such a freehanded boy, tall, his hair dark and brusk. I tried not to think those unwholesome thoughts about him, but when my sex was feeling so affectionate and juicy, his nerve would appear in my intellect. It made me want to allude myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

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

My boldness went flaming hot.

"Mother ?"I gasped, my voice choking.

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

My optic were so wide-eyed at that. son ?"Are you okay, mother ?"

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling large. Just staring at you is making me feel all fond. 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. Normally, she stayed in it when she dropped me off. I sat there, my Word of God bag on my lap, not for sure what to do. My mother opened the room access and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would lie with that I had big breast. Then he would go to thirst after a champaign Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my long skirt rustling. I was so aware of my exposed cleavage. I felt my breast jiggling like they were fighting to break loose 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 other two male child."Does n't my daughter just look pretty ?"

My eyes widened."Mother ?"

"Is n't she just such a sweet delight ?"Mother asked. Her bridge player swept down my back and over my rump, smoothing my chick."I know she has n't dressed for it, but you can see it, ca n't you, boys ?"

I wanted to melt in pity. What was going on ? Had my female parent gone insane ?

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to shoot shallow breather, not to let my tit fop, but I suddenly felt so breathtaking. I was gulping in the air, my chest swelling as my mother 's hand smooth across my keister again.

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

"Well ..."Chris scratched the back of his head."Yeah, I guess, Mrs. Miller."

"You guess ?"female parent said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my stupor, she undid another button. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the former male child, could see the pick color of my bra peeking out. I want to faint. This could not be happening. female parent open my blouse further, her helping hand brushing across my bosom. My mamilla were hard. I felt her hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. Wicked quiver raced through me.

"Now what you think ?"mother asked."I know she 's not wearing the most flattering clothes, but you ca n't deny how beautiful my girl is. And aspect at those delicious breasts."

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a footling jiggled. The male child were all staring at me like skirt chaser. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheeks were so warmly. I wanted to faint. Mom 's thumbs brushed my nipples again, my slit growing wet. I could feel it. These naughty juices were leaking out of me. They were absorbed be these wicked step-in I wore.

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

She had to know about the panties. She kept saying that word : delight. 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 divulge breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbutton blouse. My puss was so hot. I wanted to touch myself. To abuse myself like a ungodly girl.

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

male child liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering fondness crack through me as I entered my college, other students noticing me. Girls gasped in shock while boy leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delightful my breasts were. My braid of tomentum swept behind me down to my rear end. It swayed with my measure. My mother 's touch burned across my skin. The step-in were so tight, cupping my butt, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

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

"Mother thought I should ... show off my delightful bosom,"I moaned, my nerve burning with my superfluity. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help but hurl my tits out before me. I was enjoying the attention. All the hombre looking at me. Hungering for me.

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

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

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

"Of me ?"

My admirer nodded."This is just state of nature. Your mom 's gone crazy ?"

"I do n't get it on,"I said, too scared to mention the panty and the D word printed on them. I drew in a mystifying breathing time, my breast revolt and falling. My breasts rising and falling. male child groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... unbelievable. I always wondered why female child want to testify off their flesh and attract boys'attention. Now I was starting to realize it. It made me feel so naughty. So severe and wanton. They desired me like I was a joy. A sexy joy. A shudder ran through me as I entered my classroom and my teacher, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the spate of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back unbowed like always, wishing my bra did n't hug my breasts so much. Then everyone can see just how big they really were. Mother wanted me to do this, then it had to be okay. I always listen to my mother.

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

I could n't help oneself the girlish giggle that explosion from my back talk. I had never made such a auditory sensation before in my lifetime, but it made him grinned enceinte. I was feeling so wicked. I was feeling like one of those painted harlots.

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his example. I focused on his talking to like always. I felt all those son staring at me. They were paying attention to me, not the teacher. I could n't help the smile on my lips. I could n't avail taking delight in it. This was perfect tense. I wish I had done this before. My pussy was so juicy and itchy, 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 mother walked in holding shopping bags. Everyone 's head snapped over. The plastic rustled. I blinked at the sight of her as she hurried over me.

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

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

"It 's hunky-dory,"she said, a blanket smile on her brim. She dropped the shopping bag of dress on the desk."Mother is going to stimulate 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, wild tingle racing through my pussy.



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

The world had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This howling heat rushed through me as Mother attacked the concluding buttons of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian right wing ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my mother was keeping me plain by dressing me frumpy and not allowing me to wear war paint ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

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

She clicked her spit as she opened my blouse, shaking her head in disgust."This bra is not going to make. I 'm blue, but I 've been buying you bras two sizes too minuscule. I was just trying to tame these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, mother reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I groaned as the insistency was taken off my breast. They spilled out, bombastic and pillowy soft, hanging with their heavy weightiness. Both my pap were hard, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my all-encompassing ring of color. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight of them.

"shucks,"Chris muttered, a big smile on his face.

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

My back straightened as I drank in the attraction.

My mother squeezed my breasts."I know,"Mother said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these soaker white meat. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy joy ?"

"the pits yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my tit the final credit crunch, even me tingling. Her hands and slid down my body, caressing my cutis, sending waves of oestrus washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt—that was such a gamy word to use for my pussy ; it made me palpate so loathsome thinking it—clenched. I had this oceanic abyss aching inside of me. I needed something to diffuse my pure profoundness. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

mother 's hands reached my chick. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the fastener. She found it while my physical structure trembled. My large, reveal breasts swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the slightest motion of my big tits.

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

SMACK !

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

"Sexy joy,"female parent read."So you already knew. I should 've let you outwear hooey like this long time ago. I 'm so distressing, Heather. I 'm going to be a good mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my aphrodisiac delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my pelvic girdle and turned me, letting all the boys see those naughty scanty clinging to my ass. Her helping hand pushed down on the middle of my back, bending me over halfway. My tit 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 man kept necking over my tush, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my pussy ache. I grew so wet.

savor !

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

"Mmm, yes, you are a sexy delight, Heather. Now let 's get you dressed in your new clothes. Obviously, you have the gross couple of panty for this skirt !"

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

female parent smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide-cut the waistband of the dame, set up for me to abuse into it. My large mamilla jiggled as I did just that, my braiding swaying down my vertebral column. beginning, my right leg and then my left leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my sleek sura, brushing my silky thighs.

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

female parent pulled the skirt up and over my backside. The waistband hugged low on my rose hip, the doll barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would wink my blue pantie and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of lady friend I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a loathly whine that had my vauntingly breasts swaying and brushing together.

My tit throbbed. I wanted to concern them. I wanted to touch my cunt, but I was surrounded by my classmate. No masturbating right now. I would have to await until I got base to enjoy myself for the starting time time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"Mother purred."I did n't quite know what your flop size was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't think your schoolmate will mind. rightfield, Chris ?"

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

"Naughty boy,"female parent said and then tweaked my nipple.

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me thrill. This wicked heat snap down to my naughty pussy. I groaned as my pantie felt so crocked. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my pussy ?

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

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

Mom pulled the tube top down my sleeve and worked it down my head. There was a flash of red that filled my vision, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my large breasts. I gasped as my difficult nipples drank in the rasping grain of the material. I groaned as Mom adjusted the textile, making for sure that fit my large breasts perfectly.

"There you are,"female parent said, beaming. She clapped her manus on my face."My sexy delight."

I gasped as she gave me a candy kiss on the lip. It was quick, almost motherly, but it sent this wild rush through me. All the boy exploded into applause. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a pack of emulator. I shuddered as the strait rippled around me, making me squirm.

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

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my slit prickling. Gosh, I really, really want to take on with myself. My finger itched should just slide beneath my short, short skirt.

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

"By, Mrs. Miller,"croaked Chris.

His eyes flicked to me, stirring with hunger as I sat down. My big bosom bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just expose for everyone to crave over. The cloth gripped my breasts, letting them swing unfreeze. They were without reinforcement for the for the first time time in my life. I could palpate everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so frustrate. So eager to do things. I was never alone. The boy followed me around from course of study to class like a hungry gang of dogs. When I slipped in to use the restroom, I could feel them pacing outside, waiting for me to emerge so they could swarm. Chris took the leash, salivating. He was always licking his lips, his cock hard.

My virgin slit ached to be filled.

I was so mindful of my body in my new clothing. When I had to turn away over, I could feel my wench sliding higher and gamy, revealing the freighter slope my seat, then more and Sir Thomas More of my cycle butt-cheeks cupped by the naughty pantie. I knew some of the glittering letter were peeking out, bright-blue eccentric printed on cherry-red fabric.

My breasts would persuade at the svelte bowel movement. The stretchy tube top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My ring of color. The material was so thin you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valiant endeavor to soak up my ointment, but I started feeling the naughty succus trickling down my second joint. My skirt was so dead, the guys had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't cause to buy my lunch today. All the Guy were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my champion Vivian from sitting with me. This was so unbelievable. I felt like the sexiest girl in the world. I had never been happier. I hummed in delectation, my shoulders swaying, making my tit bounce for the boy'delectation. I groaned as they drooled like thirsty dogs.

When lunch ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this esurient smile on his backtalk."Would you like to follow over to my business firm ? You know, hang out. mind to some music. Just relax."

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

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

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

I was giddy all through my lowest few socio-economic class. Chris wanted to make passion to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy body while all alone at his house. I could n't look to differentiate female parent. I was so breathless, I thought I would give-up the ghost out. Sometimes, I would just clutch my desk, my entire body vibration, all the boys tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, stratum were over. Chris was ready to claim me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I emerged from my biology course of study, marking his territory. A naughty shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a strange look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed bewildered. I did n't like. I was going home base with Chris.

My poor people, virgin twat would finally get the satisfaction 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 halls, my boob bouncing before me, my ass swaying.

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the other guy scowled.

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

My female parent was waiting for me out of doors. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather skirt and matching corset she wore, the dreary garment lifting her own surprisingly large breasts into lush hammock. She had healed, thigh-high thrill and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

"That 's my sexy joy, not yours,"Mother said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather doll was so dead that barely covered anything."You 're favourable I let you take care 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 unloosen mitt cupped my case. Then she kissed me. Right on the back talk. But it was different from the before one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her knife jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my pussycat, my panties tingling around my pussy and hindquarters. I whimpered into her sassing, shuddering while the watching son volley into the whoops and yowl. This was so baffle. 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 candy kiss, her center wild."I 've been thinking about you all day !"she groaned."How sexy you are. How toothsome you look in those clothes. Your breast. Your ass. I 've been thinking about your pussy. Oh, god have I been thinking about your pussy. You want to see how wet you made your mother ?"

"female parent ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knee. So powerful. In control. She 'd dominated me my entire aliveness. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her stays. Her skirt swayed before me. I could smack that arch odor of leather. There was another scent 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 dress, imagining using all your new plaything, just thinking about your sexy delight has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your face buried beneath my skirt and see how wet you made your mother !"

I lifted the front end of mother 's wench. I stared not at a thick, brown bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy sass were thickheaded, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juices, that spicy scent filling my nose. I quivered as I stared at her cunt, imbibition in her appearance. I spotted this picayune bud peeking out of a case. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

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

"Just go through her, you sexy slut !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's pussy !"

"Yes !"mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my biography. I tried to campaign it. I tried to pretend I was n't. When your begetter ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to bury my face between those lush breasts. I wanted to be the one to jollify in them. But now I have you, my sexy, sonsie delight. Now get that face buried in my twat and arrive at me cum. You have to get laid me for all the wearing apparel I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my boldness into her pussy. I licked and lapped and caressed her sheepcote. Her spicy juice coated my natural language. Cunt was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My hands grabbed her pelvis as I stroked my knife through those thickset rim. Her emollient coated my mentum. My boldness. She moaned as I feasted on her before the stallion college.

My tongue lapped at her twat, stroking her plica and brushing that little bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her button. I stroked my tongue around it, flicking it, making my female parent gasp and moan. I made her feel amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my aphrodisiac delectation,"female parent moaned."Play with my clit. Oh, yes, run with that piddling bud."

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

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

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

I did n't know. I did n't handle. I just pressed my mouth into her thick pussy sassing. My spit flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my natural language into her depths, swirling around inside the very hole that had birthed me. More and More of her spicy cream poured into my mouth. The flavor ignited my gustatory modality buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this loathsome wiz rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The sunshine rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to induce my female parent cum. That dirty, nasty word for that matter I was never allowed to bear. The delight I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother make me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the greatest thing in the world. I wanted to give her that pleasure. I nibbled on her kitty sassing. I sucked on her clit. I made her gasp and moan, her large breasts almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to make her explode.

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

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

mother sounded like she was in heaven. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so marvelous. I could n't expect for my bit to go through it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy puss, gathering up all the incestuous cream that spilled out of her. My organic structure trembled from the frisson of this naughty, wanton act.

"Holy darn, Calluna vulgaris actually made her female parent cum !"the boy shouted.

"Way to go my broom ! You 're such a butch !"

"buffer that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty speech, my body trembling as I kept licking. Mother shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the girdle. With a groan, she took a step back, pulling her pussy from my facial expression. I trembled, my heavy tit jiggling in my electron tube top. I licked my lips, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

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

She reached into a bag, the outdoors flowing grey with a couple of black back talk on the social movement. She wrenched out the bright, pinko object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a member. A shaft. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the shaft. It had section almost like a cat 's consistence. My virtuous kitty clenched, wondering what that would finger like in me. The other end was capped by a fluid egg. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her nipple drear red.

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

Her own way of popping my cherry.

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

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

"If you had, I 'd have to flog your ass for touching my sexy delight,"mother said."Now you, bend over the hoodlum of the car, dropped his pantie, and prepare for Mother to love you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my metrical foot. My dead annulus flared, flashing my scarlet panties and those naughty give-and-take at the boy. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my boob into the cap. My pap throbbed at the contact, drinking in the wonderful feeling of the locomotive engine 's warmth hemorrhage through the metal. My hands flicked up my bird, my pelvis wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

My quarter round hooked the waistband of my pantie. I thrust them off my rump, groaning as I exposed my juicy pussy, my bush soaked by my excitement.

My female parent clicked her tongue in exasperation."All that pilus has to go,"she said."When we get habitation, I 'll teach you how to groom your cunt."

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

"I just came, but I 'm still so wet to pop your cherry tree,"female parent moaned."You 'll be my little, aphrodisiac 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 wait hot. Just so long as everyone gets to see me."

"I 'll have that tattoo on your lower back. A hiking stamp that will let everyone have intercourse that your mammy 's slutty lilliputian delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

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

Just like I made her.

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

"POP THAT cherry !"

"POP THAT CHERRY !"

mother thrust.

I gasped as my cherry popped. I felt my hymen tear, a penetrating split second of pain that was swallowed by a tidal wave of ecstasy. The dildo slammed into my depths, the segmented body caressing my silken form. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her loggerheaded toy. Her crotch smacked into my rump, my torso shuddering atop the hood of the car. My teat throbbed against the metal.

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

My face scrunched up with bliss. Stars burst across my oculus. I gasped and groaned, my hips wiggling, stirring my cunt around her thrusting plaything. She panted and moaned, slamming into me hard, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a look over my shoulder, watching her right pinhead bouncing, the leftfield wanting to recrudesce unloosen of her corset. Her face twisted with such spell pleasure as she pounded my deflowered cunt. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt backbreaking and fast.

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

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

"You 're gon na wear upon constitution and look like a painted prostitute. My painted harlot. I 'll buy you a chest pump. You 'll use it every day until your boobs start lactating. You drank my milk, now I want to drink yours !"

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

I was delirious. hectic. Her every thrust brought me nearer and closer to that wonderful detonation. My first orgasm. I was so excited for it. She slammed the blockheaded dildo so deep in me, the segments caressing my silky pulp. She churned my snatch up. I hurtled towards that rapt moment.

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

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

"Oh, my niggling slut 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"Mother hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my pilus and yanked my brain up. My breasts bouncing before me as I gasped. My pussycat clenched around the segmental dildo.

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

She shoved my vacuum tube top up, my toilsome breasts spilling into her squeezing grip. Her fingernails bit into my leftover tit as she controlled me. It felt so wonderful. She was in mission of everything about me. How I dressed. How I groomed myself.

How severe I could cum.

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

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

It was amazing.

firework detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My bod spasmed and writhed about that astonish shaft plunging over and over again into my puss. It was beyond words. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot froth as the joy rushed through my body. I whimpered, shuddering.

waving of raptus slammed through my physical structure. They drowned my brain. I came so hard, musca volitans of light burst before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavy tits heaving, my left knocker clutched in mom 's tight handle. Her right hired man gripped my fuzz, keeping my read/write head pulled back as I cried out my transport for the entire college to hear.

"You 're such a hussy, ling !"

"A dike slut for your mother !"

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

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

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

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

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

I was going to savor the rest of my subservient life.

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The material body smiled, glad that the panties were appreciated. The digit was eager for the next pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic saturnalia, the colors all blending together in a whirl of psychedelic passion. A bingle word, each letter printed in unlike, garish color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

The figure stroked each graphic symbol, eager to go shopping again.

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