Mind-Control Panties

Story Three : Sexy Little Delight

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

The physique entered the sales outlet depot. It was one step above a thrift fund, not the variety of place that panties in the dash that the number made were sold. No naughty joy to tickle a young woman 's wanton desires. No trendy apparel were sold here, which was exactly why the figure knew these pair step-in was needed here.

The material body was n't noticed by any the shoppers. Nondescript, ordinary. On a shelf that sold mail boat of champaign, boring scanty, so similar to the type worn by the last young lady the figure had changed, a new pair was left behind. Vibrant, cerise red step-in with those bold, blue letter surrounded by a shimmering silver border.

Sexy Delight.

The material body kept walking, knowing that special young lady, Heather Miller, would be along in moments.

Calluna vulgaris was a magniloquent girl, XVIII, wearing a baggy, grey-headed frock to obscure the richness of her figure. Curvy and lush, her bounty overflowing. She had the kind of consistence that boys would drool over. The eccentric of ripe delight that would grace their wet dreams and fuel their masturbatory fantasies.

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

Her daughter would stay pure.

Calluna vulgaris did n't mind. She was a quiet young lady who obeyed her mother. Shy. She was n't like one of those gaudy girls."All started out,"her mother would like to say."You 're my trade good, daughter. You would never be one of those painted harlots."

When Calluna vulgaris saw the span of panties casually draped over a mailboat of boring underwear, she knew there must be a frightful error. Those panty did not belong here. She had popped into the storehouse to run a nimble errand. Normally, she would never shop for clothing without her mother 's being present. She only passed this particular stall by coincidence. She snatched up the step-in merely to deliver them to the proper shop worker. As she gripped it, she noticed the words printed on them, Sexy delectation. The sight stirred a foreign, wistful yearning through her soul.

The braid of long, Shirley Temple Black haircloth swung down her rear as she stared at those glittering alphabetic character. 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 son will ever sniff around you. You 're going to be pure."

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

It was n't stealing if she found them.

She hurriedly collected the new Solanum tuberosum striptease artist to replace the one that had broken hold up night and paid for it as quickly as she could. She hurried abode, her purse spirit superfluous heavy despite how small the duad of panties weighed.

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< stiff > Calluna vulgaris Miller < /strong >

Why did I take these ?

I 'd asked myself that hundred clip since the previous even. I could n't explain it. Right now, I was supposed to be getting set for college, but I had n't even dumbfound out of my nightgown. I wanted to put these exciting panty on. They were so unlike than anything I 've ever worn. So brilliantly and colorful. They were for a jolly daughter. A painted lady of pleasure. Not for a Plain Jane like me.

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

male child like my father.

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

I shuddered as I pulled off my nightgown. I could hear mother making breakfast downstairs. I had to get dressed. My magnanimous chest swayed before me as I pulled down the duo of light-blue panties I wore to bed, the shade of periwinkle so faded it practically was Patrick Victor Martindale White. I worked the cotton off my thighs and glanced at the tacky brace. I could n't consider I was going to wear them. I must be mad. Maybe for one day, I could pretend.

Was there anything really damage with that ?

It was n't like any the son would observe me. They would never know I had them on beneath my foresighted skirt. That I was wearing something with those naughty wrangle on it.

Sexy Delight.

Just thinking of those two words increase that fondness between my second joint. I glanced down at my Black bush, gasping at the sight of moisture beading on my pubic tomentum. My face burned. This hot pity rippled through me. I grabbed the cherry-red scanty and stepped into them fast. I pulled them up my legs, the strange, electrical prickling racing ahead of them. I whimpered, the heat construction and building inside of me.

What was wrong with me ?

I whimpered, my magnanimous white meat swaying, slapping into each early as I wiggled the tight panties up my pegleg. The cloth clung to my second joint then my butt. I had to go the stretchy fabric up and over my plump buttocks. I shuddered, my bridge player adjusting the elastic waistband about my pelvis. They rode humble than they should. They fit so tight. Where they too lowly for me ?

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

I had no time to vary."Just a bit !"

I already had my outfit for this day laid out. A long, dark skirt and a gray blouse that button all the way up to my neck, the sleeves going all the way to my articulatio radiocarpea. It was loose to enshroud my breasts. I grabbed my bra, the character that was designed to restrain such gawky, large boobs like mine. I slipped the band around my body and fastened it behind me. I groaned as my breasts were flattened, pressed against me so the boys would n't earn just how voluptuous I was.

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

I pulled on the gray blouse that I 'd selected, working the buttons up with the rapid question. It fit release on me, just the way it should. I fastened it all the way to my neck then smoothed the apprehension. The tail end fell to my mid-thigh. I grabbed the long, black doll. I stepped into it as my mother called my gens again. I hurriedly drew it up and tucked the tails of my blouse into it. The dame zipped on my left side and fit snugly around my waistline. I smoothed the fabric, my bare toes flexing. I grabbed my socks and pulled them on as loyal as I could.

"broom Miller,"female parent cried for a third gear time,"why are you dawdling ?"

"Sorry, Mother !"I called back.

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

Those naughty panties gripped my rump as I headed down the steps. The cloth seemed to slue between my butt-cheeks, molding to my soma. It felt so awry. So gamey. That high temperature between my thighs swelled and swelled I came downstairs.

My mother peered at me from the kitchen, wearing a long, pale dress decorated with paisley prime. It was as conservative as mine, the collar snug about her cervix, the arm descending to her articulatio radiocarpea, and the hem falling down to her ankles.

"wellspring, there you are,"she said."Let me have a spirit at you."

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

The tingles rippled through me.

"Is something ill-timed, Mother ?"I asked.

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

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

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

My breadbasket roiled. How could she fuck ? Was it how I was standing ? Was it the heat glowing in my cheeks ?

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

"Yes, Mother,"I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a small breakfast corner lay. There were two trough of emollient pale yellow, champaign and unseasoned. It was n't that glut made from crying. This was homemade. Healthy.

I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would help get back my stomach. Mother stared at me the intact clock time across the table, hardly touching hers. Her spoon stirred through the slurred substance, her gaze resting on me as she seemed lost in thought. My spicy sex clenched. My breast felt so close in my bra. Constricted.

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

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

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

"There you go, that 's better."

I blinked in stunned surprise.

"You know, you 're such a delight. Maybe, I have been a slight too strict with you. You 're eighteen. A womanhood grown. I forget that sometimes."

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

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

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

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

I slipped into the rider rear end, buckling up. The seatbelt pressed my blouse tight against my white meat, revealing just how ample I was. Mother glanced over me, her lips tightening. My cheeks warm. I hated reminding her of that arrogant sporting lady 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 panties and was trying to draw in the truth out of me. It was like undoing the top few button of my blouse was some variety of strange torture. A way to get me so uncomfortable I would confess my over-the-top behavior.

Soon we pulled up at the college. There were a few boys hanging out front, including Chris. My cheeks warmed more at the sight of him. He was such a handsome boy, tall, his whisker dark and unforesightful. I tried not to think those unwholesome thought process about him, but when my sex was feeling so warm and juicy, his face would appear in my creative thinker. It made me want to touch myself. To abuse myself.

Not that I ever would.

"Now, that 's just not veracious,"mother said. She reached out and did two more clit. I gasped, as she opened my blouse across-the-board, revealing More of my skin. I could see the top slopes of my breasts. If she undid another button, citizenry would see my bra.

My cheeks went flaming hot.

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

"You need to unlax,"female parent said."You 're such a joy. Why, I bet the male child will love you."

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

"No,"she said."I 'm feeling dandy. Just staring at you is making me feel all warm. Like how I used to find 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 Bible bag on my lap, not sure what to do. My mother opened the door and beckoned me out. Chris was over there. He would see my cleavage. He would bed that I had big breasts. Then he would pop out to lust after a Plain Jane like me.

Swallowing, I stepped out of the car, my long skirt rustling. I was so mindful of my scupper segmentation. I felt my breasts jiggling like they were fighting to escape my bra. I wanted to meld away. This was n't me.

What was my mom doing ?

"Hi, boys,"female parent said, taking my hand and leading me towards Chris and the other two boys."Does n't my daughter just look pretty ?"

My eyes widened."female parent ?"

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

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

All the boys were staring at me, noticing my cleavage. I tried to take shallow breaths, not to let my bosom swell, but I suddenly felt so dyspnoeal. I was gulping in the air, my chest swelling as my mother 's hand smooth across my rump 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 ?"Mother said, sounding exasperated. Then, to my shock, she undid another button. My cheeks burned. Chris, and the other boys, could see the cream color of my bra peeking out. I want to swoon. This could not be happening. Mother open my blouse further, her work force brushing across my bosom. My nipples were backbreaking. I felt her helping hand rubbing across them as she adjusted my out. Wicked shiver raced through me.

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

She hefted them. She lifted them up in my bra, giving them a little jiggled. The boy were all staring at me like masher. Like they wanted to eat out me. Especially Chris. My cheek were so quick. I wanted to faint. Mom 's ovolo brushed my nipple again, my snatch 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, Scots heather, have a lovely day,"female parent said."Do n't worry, I 'll do something about your wearing apparel. You 're going to be such a delight."

She had to have it off about the pantie. She kept saying that countersign : delight. I could feel those missive burning across my rump.

Mother whirled away and headed back to the car, her skirt swirling. I trembled there, the boys staring at my exposed breasts, my bra peeking out of my unbuttoned blouse. My pussycat was so hot. I wanted to pertain myself. To blackguard myself like a sinful girl.

I swallowed, heading towards the college. The son parted around me, almost engulfing me. I felt their eyes running up and down my physical body. They knew I was chesty. That my white meat were bountiful. They liked it. They liked me. I swallowed, the foreign exhilaration shooting through me.

son liked me.

Chris liked me.

This fluttering warmth barb through me as I entered my college, other students noticing me. lady friend gasped in shock while boy leered. They were all staring at me. They were all discovering how delicious my tit were. My braid of hair swept behind me down to my prat. It swayed with my steps. My mother 's touch burned across my skin. The scanty were so closely, cupping my behind, my pussy.

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

Cunt.

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

"mother thought I should ... show off my delightful breasts,"I moaned, my cheeks burning with my embarrassment. It was all so strangely exhilarating. I could n't help but thrust my pap out before me. I was enjoying the tending. All the guy looking at me. Hungering for me.

Vivian fell in beside me, her eyes wide of the mark."Your mother did that ?"

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

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

"Of me ?"

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

"I do n't cognise,"I said, too scared to mention the panties and the D Son printed on them. I drew in a deep breathing spell, my chest of drawers rising and falling. My breasts rising and falling. boy groaned as they drooled over me.

This was ... incredible. I always wondered why girls want to show off their anatomy and attract boy'attention. Now I was starting to sympathise it. It made me feel so naughty. So repelling and wanton. They desired me like I was a delight. A sexy delight. A shiver ran through me as I entered my classroom and my teacher, Mr. Beauregard, blinked at the sight of me.

I smiled at him.

I sat down, back heterosexual person like always, wishing my bra did n't squeeze 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 fine. I always listen to my mother.

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

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

Mr. Beauregard gathered himself and went into his example. I focused on his lecture like always. I felt all those boys staring at me. They were paying attention to me, not the instructor. I could n't facilitate the smile on my rim. I could n't assist taking delectation in it. This was arrant. I wish I had done this before. My snatch was so racy and itchy, maybe I would actually do it.

Maybe I would actually masturbate.

It was near the end of my lesson when the doorway opened and my mother walked in holding shopping bags. Everyone 's nous snapped over. The charge plate rustled. I blinked at the tidy sum of her as she hurried over me.

"I bought these as fast as I could,"mother said."I 'm so lamentable for making you wear that baggy apparel. Do n't worry, your mother will make you into a sexy delight."

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

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

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



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

The world had gone utterly mad today.

I groaned. This terrific warmth rushed through me as female parent attacked the final buttons of my blouse. Everyone was staring at me, seeing me. Was Vivian right field ? Was I actually cute ? Even hot ? That my female parent was keeping me plain by dressing me frumpy and not allowing me to jade composition ? Did she lie to me about being attractive ?

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

She clicked her glossa as she opened my blouse, shaking her drumhead in disgust."This bra is not going to work. I 'm sorry, but I 've been buying you bras two size too small-scale. I was just trying to naturalize these things."

As I shrugged out of my blouse, mother reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I groaned as the force per unit area was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, heavy and pillowy diffuse, hanging with their toilsome free weight. Both my tit were hard, and it was n't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide areola. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight of them.

"Damn,"Chris muttered, a big grin 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 female parent squeezed my white meat."I know,"Mother said."I was such a bad woman for hiding these lush chest. Mmm, is n't my daughter such a sexy delight ?"

"Hell yes !"groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my tit the concluding squeeze, even me tingling. Her manpower and slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending wafture of heating washing down to my juicy puss. My cunt—that was such a naughty word to use for my pussy ; it made me feel so repellant thinking it—clenched. I had this deeply ache inside of me. I needed something to penetrate my virgin depths. I glanced at Chris, sighting the bulge of his cock.

I excited him.

Mother 's hands reached my skirt. She fumbled at the waistband, searching for the holdfast. She found it while my dead body trembled. My magnanimous, exposed breast swaying. Every boy watched them, their eye tracking the little motility of my liberal tits.

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

tang !

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

"Sexy delight,"Mother read."So you already knew. I should 've let you bust stuff like this eld ago. I 'm so sorry, ling. I 'm going to be a good mother now. Mmm, you 're going to be my sexy delight."

I did n't fight as she grabbed my hips and turned me, letting all the male child see those blue panties clinging to my ass. Her bridge player 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 interpreter so throaty. female parent 's bridge player kept caressing over my ass, squeezing my butt-cheeks, making my cunt aching. I grew so wet.

thunder !

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

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

Her hired hand darted into the shopping bag. She pulled out a tight, dim dame. It possessed so petty cloth to it. I gasped at how short it was. Would that shroud anything ?

Mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide of the mark the waistband of the skirt, cook for me to pace into it. My large tits jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. starting time, my right leg and then my left leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing my against my silky calf, brushing my silken second joint.

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

mother pulled the skirt up and over my butt. The waistband hugged low on my rosehip, the skirt barely falling down to underwrite my ass. If I bent over, I would flash my gamy panties and whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of young lady I was now. I moaned at that realizing, a repelling whine that had my large knocker swaying and brushing together.

My nipples throbbed. I wanted to adjoin them. I wanted to contact my kitty-cat, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would receive to wait until I got home to enjoy myself for the get-go time.

"Mmm, let 's get your top,"Mother purred."I did n't quite live what your bust sizing was, so I skipped the bra. I do n't opine your classmates will beware. right, Chris ?"

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

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

I gasped as she pinched my nub. Then she rolled it, making me shudder. This wicked hotness shot down to my naughty kitty-cat. I groaned as my scanty felt so sloshed. 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 framework as the doll. There were no sleeves. It looked like a tube of bright-red material, the same hue as my panties. How could that cover anything ?

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

Mom pulled the tube top down my weapon system and worked it down my promontory. There was a flash bulb of red that filled my visual sense, and then she was pulling the stretchy material over my magnanimous breasts. I gasped as my severe nipples drank in the rasping texture of the material. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making sure that fit my large breasts perfectly.

"There you are,"Mother said, beaming. She clapped her hired man on my boldness."My sexy delight."

I gasped as she gave me a osculation on the lips. It was nimble, almost motherly, but it sent this wild surge through me. All the male child exploded into hand clapping. They whooped and hollered, sounding like a ingroup of copycat. I shuddered as the sound rippled around me, making me squirm.

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

"Thanks, Mother,"I said, my kitty tingling. Gosh, I really, really want to wreak with myself. My finger itched should just skid beneath my short-change, short skirt.

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

"By, Mrs. Miller,"croaked Chris.

His eyes flicked to me, stirring with hungriness as I sat down. My big breasts bounced and jiggled. It was like I was naked. Just expose for everyone to lust over. The fabric gripped my breasts, letting them swing spare. They were without support for the first time in my life sentence. I could feel everyone staring at me. Wanting me.

I was a aphrodisiac delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so rag. So eager to do thing. I was never alone. The son followed me around from class to class like a athirst ingroup of dogs. When I slipped in to use the toilet facility, I could feel them pacing outside, waiting for me to go forth so they could swarm. Chris took the lead, salivating. He was always licking his lip, his cock hard.

My virgin pussy ached to be filled.

I was so aware of my body in my new wearable. When I had to bend over, I could sense my skirt sliding high-pitched and higher, revealing the undersurface gradient my rump, then more and more of my round butt-cheeks cupped by the gamy panties. I knew some of the glittering letters were peeking out, bright-blue fiber printed on cherry-red fabric.

My breasts would shake at the tenuous movement. The stretchy tube top molded to them, highlighting my nipples. My areolas. The fabric was so thin you could see everything. I was so wet. My panties gave a valorous drive to hock up my cream, but I started feeling the spicy juices trickling down my second joint. My skirt was so short, the guys had to see the sticky gleam.

I did n't have to buy my lunch today. All the guy were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my protagonist Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the sexiest girl in the existence. I had never been happy. I hummed in delight, my shoulders swaying, making my boob bounce for the male child'enjoyment. I groaned as they drooled like athirst dogs.

When tiffin ended, Chris came up to me."Hey,"he said, this rapacious smile on his lips."Would you like to come over to my theater ? You know, hang out. Listen 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 kitty-cat clenching.

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

I was giddy all through my terminal few course of instruction. Chris wanted to get love to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy body while all alone at his sign of the zodiac. I could n't wait to recount mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would go by out. Sometimes, I would just seize my desk, my entire body quivering, all the son tracking the sway of my vast tits.

Finally, classes were over. Chris was ready to exact me. He slid his arm around my shoulder as I emerged from my biology class, marking his territory. A naughty shudder rippled through me. Vivian gave me a unusual look as I passed her in the hall. She seemed confused. I did n't care. I was going house with Chris.

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

Chris grinned with atonement while all the early guy scowled.

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

My mother was waiting for me outside. She had a new outfit for herself. I blinked, staring at the leather bird and gibe corset she wore, the dark garment lifting her own surprisingly boastfully boob into soaker hummock. She had healed, thigh-high boots and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing ?"Mother asked.

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

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

female parent seized my arm and dragged me to her. I gasped as I stumbled, almost falling into her abundant segmentation. She stared into my eyes as her free hand cupped my human face. Then she kissed me. Right on the rim. But it was unlike from the former one. There was no mistaking this for a motherly kiss.

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat of rushing out of my pussy, my step-in tingling around my kitty and rump. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching boys burst into the whoops and hollers. This was so bewildering. I could n't trust this was happening. Mother was kissing me. I trembled, my boobs pressing into her corset, my nipples throbbing and aching.

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

"female parent ?"I gasped.

I squeaked as she forced me to my knees. So herculean. In control. She 'd dominated me my total life. I was conditioned to obey her. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. Her dame swayed before me. I could reek that arch scent of leather. There was another aroma beneath it. Spicy. That Same musk drifted from my pussy.

That was my mother I was smelling.

"Lift my skirt and see what you 've done to me,"Mother moaned."Oh, god, shopping for all your new apparel, imagining using all your new toy dog, just thinking about your sexy delectation has me soaking wet. Oh, god, get your look buried beneath my skirt and see how wet you made your female parent !"

I lifted the front of mother 's wench. I stared not at a midst, browned Bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy back talk were buddy-buddy, thrusting out of her plump sex. They gleamed with her juice, that spicy scent filling my olfactory organ. I quivered as I stared at her cunt, drinking in her visual aspect. I spotted this slight bud peeking out of a case. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

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

"Just devour her, you sexy jade !"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother 's cunt !"

"Yes !"Mother hissed."I 've been a dyke all my life story. I tried to oppose it. I tried to pretend I was n't. When your father ran off with that big-titty whore, I wanted to bury my face between those lush breasts. I wanted to be the one to whoop it up in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty delectation. Now get that fount buried in my snatch and constitute me cum. You have to love me for all the clothes I bought you today. All I 've done for you."

"Yes, Mother !"I moaned.

I pressed my face into her slit. I licked and lapped and caressed her folds. Her spicy juices coated my tongue. Cunt was like nothing I 'd ever tasted. Ever experienced. My helping hand grabbed her hips as I stroked my natural language through those thick lips. Her ointment coated my chin. My nerve. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My natural language lapped at her kitty-cat, stroking her folds and brushing that little bud. She gasped and shuddered when I did. She liked it when I played with her clit. I stroked my tongue around it, flicking it, making my mother gasp and moan. I made her feel amazing.

I pleased her.

"That 's it, my sexy delight,"female parent moaned."Play with my clitoris. Oh, yes, diddle with that piddling bud."

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

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

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

I did n't have intercourse. I did n't care. I just pressed my mouthpiece into her thick puss backtalk. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my glossa into her deepness, swirling around inside the very mess that had birthed me. Thomas More and more of her spicy cream poured into my rima oris. The flavor ignited my taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this severe sensory faculty rippled through me.

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

Everyone watched me as I pleased my mother. The cheers rippled around me, spurring me on. The boys wanted to make my mother cum. That dirty, filthy word for that thing I was never allowed to have. The delight I missed out on by never masturbating.

Would mother score me cum ? I hoped so. It sounded so amazing. Like the gravid thing in the world. I wanted to give her that joy. I nibbled on her snatch lips. I sucked on her clitoris. I made her gasp and groan, her expectant titty almost spilling out of her corset.

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

"I am !"I moaned.

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

I had to pass water her explode.

I sucked on Mother 's clit. She gasped and squealed out in delight. She whimpered. Her beautiful auditory sensation echoed through the air. Her juice gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my lips and ran down my Chin and boldness. I tried to thrash them up, but there was so lots spicy cream.

"Oh, yes, my sexy, pussy-licking delight !"female parent howled."I 'm cumming !"

mother sounded like she was in Shangri-la. Just consumed by rapture. Sounded so tremendous. I could n't hold back for my turning to live it. I kept licking and lapping at her juicy puss, gathering up all the incestuous ointment that spilled out of her. My torso trembled from the tingle of this naughty, wanton act.

"Holy shit, heather actually made her mother cum !"the boy shouted.

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

"yellowish brown that muff !"whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty wrangle, my body trembling as I kept licking. Mother shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the stays. With a moan, she took a step back, pulling her twat from my expression. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my rim, savoring that spicy flavor of her pussy.

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

She reached into a bag, the outside sleek gray with a duet of Shirley Temple lips on the figurehead. She wrenched out the bright, pink object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the dig. It had segment almost like a cat 's body. My virgin pussycat clenched, wondering what that would sense like in me. The other end was capped by a smooth chunk. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her nipple drab red.

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

Her own way of popping my cherry.

"Oh, you 're getting that pussy 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 strap your ass for touching my sexy delight,"female parent said."Now you, bend over the bonnet of the car, dropped his pantie, and set up for female parent to enjoy you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my metrical unit. My curtly wench flared, flashing my cherry-red step-in and those naughty actor's line at the boys. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my dumbbell into the punk. My nipples throbbed at the impinging, imbibing in the marvelous feel of the engine 's warmth bleeding through the metal. My hired hand flicked up my skirt, my hips wiggling as I felt all those optic on me, especially Mother's.

My quarter round hooked the waistband of my panties. I thrust them off my rump, groaning as I exposed my juicy slit, my George W. Bush soaked by my excitement.

My mother clicked her tongue in exasperation."All that hairsbreadth has to go,"she said."When we get dwelling, I 'll learn 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 lilliputian, sexy delight. My slut-daughter working girl. You 're everything I want, wo n't you ?"

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

"I 'll throw that tattoo on your down in the mouth back. A tramp stamp that will let everyone love that your ma 's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my puss 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 ready for Mother 's falsify stopcock to ram into me to wee me feel amazing. I just knew she 'd move over me such delight. She 'd own me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

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

"POP THAT cerise !"

"POP THAT cherry red !"

female parent thrust.

I gasped as my cherry red popped. I felt my hymen tear, a sharp-worded flash of pain that was swallowed by a tidal wave of rapture. The dildo slammed into my deepness, the segmented physical structure caressing my satiny bod. I groaned, my ruin cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her crotch smacked into my rump, my body shuddering atop the hood of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

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

My face scrunched up with cloud nine. Stars burst across my eyes. I gasped and groaned, my hip wiggling, stirring my pussy around her poke toys. She panted and moaned, slamming into me difficult, burying the dildo into me again and again.

I threw a expression over my articulatio humeri, watching her decent titty bounce, the left hand wanting to discontinue liberate of her girdle. Her expression twisted with such while pleasure as she pounded my deflowered pussy. She rammed into me. She fucked my eighteen-year-old cunt hard and fast.

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

"Yes, yes, yes !"I moaned, my delight growing. Her every driving force brought me nigher and closer to that witching moment.

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

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

I was excited. Feverish. Her every thrust brought me closer and closer to that marvelous plosion. My number one orgasm. I was so excited for it. She slammed the thick dildo so deeply in me, the segments caressing my silklike anatomy. She churned my cunt up. I hurtled towards that rapturous moment.

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

"Fuck your girl until she comes like a whore !"

"Oh, my lilliputian trollop 's gon na cum hard, are n't you ?"female parent hissed. She grabbed a fistful of my whisker and yanked my head up. My breasts leaping before me as I gasped. My snatch clenched around the segmented dildo.

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

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

How hard I could cum.

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

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

It was amazing.

Fireworks detonated inside me as my pussy convulsed around the dildo churning me up. My flesh spasmed and writhed about that awesome shaft plunging over and over again into my bitch. It was beyond Holy Scripture. She turned me churned me up, stirring me a hot foam as the pleasure rushed through my body. I whimpered, shuddering.

wafture of rapture slammed through my body. They drowned my mind. I came so intemperately, spots of light fusillade before me. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my heavily bosom heaving, my go out breast clutched in mommy 's compressed grip. Her right hand gripped my hair, keeping my read/write head pulled back as I cried out my rapture for the integral college to hear.

"You 're such a slut, Heather !"

"A dam slut for your Mother !"

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

"Yes, I did !"female parent howled and buried her dildo deeply into my climaxing cunt.

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

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

"I 'm my mother 's slutty, sexy delectation !"I howled as my climax peaked in me.

I was going to delight the residual of my submissive life.

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The figure smiled, sword lily that the panties were appreciated. The figure was eagre for the future pair to be found. A tie-dyed, psychedelic riot, the people of colour all blending together in a swirl of psychedelic rage. A single Holy Scripture, each alphabetic character printed in different, garish color, ran across the panties.

Colorful.

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

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