Mind-Control Panties 03

She clicked her tongue as she opened my blouse, shaking her head in disgust. "This bra is not going to work. I'm sorry, but I've been buying you bras two sizes too small. 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 pressure was taken off my breasts. They spilled out, large and pillowy soft, hanging with their heavy weight. Both my nipples were hard, and it wasn't even cold in here. They thrust out fat from my wide areolas. Every boy in the classroom, Chris included, groaned at the sight of them.

"Damn," 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 lush breasts. Mmm, isn't my daughter such a sexy delight?"

"Hell yes!" groaned Chris.

Mother beamed as she gave my breasts the final squeeze, even me tingling. Her hands slid down my torso, caressing my skin, sending waves of heat washing down to my juicy snatch. My cunt--that was such a naughty word to use for my pussy; it made me feel so wicked thinking it--clenched. I had this deep 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 fastener. She found it while my body trembled. My large, exposed breasts swaying. Every boy watched them, their eyes tracking the slightest movement of my bountiful tits.

"I can't believe I made you wear this garbage bag," Mother said as she yanked the skirt down my legs. "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 Delight," Mother read. "So you already knew. I should've let you wear stuff like this years ago. I'm so sorry, Heather. I'm going to be a good mother now. Mmm, you're going to be my sexy delight."

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

SMACK!

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 perfect pair of panties for this skirt!"

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

Mother smiled as she knelt down before me, stretching wide the waistband of the skirt, ready for me to step into it. My large tits jiggled as I did just that, my braid swaying down my back. First, my right leg and then my left leg slipped into the skirt. She drew it up and up, pressing against my sleek calves, brushing my silky thighs.

I groaned as her touch climbed higher and higher. I knew I shouldn't enjoy my mother touching me, but it just felt so naughty right 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 rump. The waistband hugged low on my hips, the skirt barely falling down to cover my ass. If I bent over, I would flash my naughty panties at whoever was behind me. They would get to see what type of girl I was now. I moaned at that realization, a wicked whimper that had my large breasts swaying and brushing together.

My nipples throbbed. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to touch my pussy, but I was surrounded by my classmates. No masturbating right now. I would have to wait until I got home to enjoy myself for the first time.

"Mmm, let's get your top," Mother purred. "I didn't quite know what your bust size was, so I skipped the bra. I don't think your classmates will mind. 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 heat shot down to my naughty pussy. I groaned as my panties felt so soaked. I breathed in and smelled something. A spicy, exciting aroma.

Was that my pussy?

Mom pulled out the top from the bag. I goggled at it. The top had as little fabric as the skirt. There were no sleeves. It looked like a tube of bright-red cloth, 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 arms 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 hard nipples drank in the rasping texture of the cloth. I groaned as Mom adjusted the fabric, making sure that fit my large breasts perfectly.

"There you are," Mother said, beaming. She clapped her hands on my cheeks. "My sexy delight."

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

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

"Thanks, Mother," I said, my pussy tingling. Gosh, I really, really wanted to play with myself. My fingers itched to just slide beneath my short, short skirt.

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

"Bye, Mrs. Miller," croaked Chris.

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

I was a sexy delight.

That day passed in a horny daze. I was so frustrated. So eager to do things. I was never alone. The boys followed me around from class to class like a hungry pack 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 lead, salivating. He was always licking his lips, his cock hard.

My virgin pussy ached to be filled.

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

My breasts would sway at the slightest 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 valiant effort to soak up my cream, but I started feeling the naughty juices trickling down my thighs. My skirt was so short, the guys had to see the sticky gleam.

I didn't have to buy my lunch today. All the guys were so eager to do it. They were all around me, keeping my friend Vivian from sitting with me. This was so incredible. I felt like the sexiest girl in the world. I had never been happier. I hummed in delight, my shoulders swaying, making my titties bounce for the boys' enjoyment. I groaned as they drooled like hungry dogs.

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

I wasn'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 rump, making me shudder.

I was giddy all through my last few classes. Chris wanted to make love to me. He wanted to enjoy my sexy body while all alone at his house. I couldn't wait to tell Mother. I was so breathless, I thought I would pass out. Sometimes, I would just clutch my desk, my entire body shaking, all the boys tracking the sway of my huge tits.

Finally, classes were over. Chris was ready to claim 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 strange look as I passed her in the hallway. She seemed confused. I didn't care. I was going home with Chris.

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

Chris grinned with satisfaction while all the other guy scowled.

I was sure I would go home 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 skirt and matching corset she wore, the dark garment lifting her own surprisingly large breasts into lush mounds. She had healed, thigh-high boots and looked so powerful.

"What are you doing?" Mother asked.

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

"That's my sexy delight, not yours," Mother said, marching forward, her hips swaying. The leather skirt was so short that barely covered anything. "You're lucky I let you look at her, boy. But don't you even think you get to enjoy her. She is mine!"

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

Her tongue jammed into my mouth.

I quivered there, the heat rushing out of my pussy, my panties tingling around my pussy and rump. I whimpered into her mouth, shuddering while the watching boys burst into the whoops and hollers. This was so bewildering. I couldn't believe 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 eyes wild. "I've been thinking about you all day!" she groaned. "How sexy you are. How delicious you look in those clothes. Your breasts. 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?"

"Mother?" I gasped.

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

That was my mother I was smelling.

"Lift my skirt and see what you've done to me," Mother moaned. "Oh, god, shopping for all your new clothes, imagining using all your new toys, 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 of mother's skirt. I stared not at a thick, brown bush but at a hairless vulva. She looked freshly shaved. Her pussy lips were thick, 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, drinking in her appearance. I spotted this little bud peeking out of a sheath. I whimpered, so shocked by all this.

So turned on.

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

"Just devour her, you sexy slut!"

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

"Eat that dyke-mother's cunt!"

"Yes!" Mother hissed. "I've been a dyke all my life. I tried to fight it. I tried to pretend I wasn'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 revel in them. But now I have you, my sexy, busty delight. Now get that face buried in my snatch and make 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 pussy. 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 hands grabbed her hips as I stroked my tongue through those thick lips. Her cream coated my chin. My cheeks. She moaned as I feasted on her before the entire college.

My tongue lapped at her pussy, 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," Mother moaned. "Play with my clit. Oh, yes, play with that little bud."

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

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

How could she do that? Mother didn't have a cock.

I didn't know. I didn't care. I just pressed my mouth into her thick pussy lips. My tongue flicked and licked and lapped at her. I darted my tongue 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 taste buds. I trembled, clutching to her legs, gripping her as this wicked sensation rippled through me.

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

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, nasty word for that thing I was never allowed to have. 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 pussy lips. 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.

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

I had to make her explode.

I sucked on Mother's clit. She gasped and squealed out in delight. She whimpered. Her beautiful sounds echoed through the air. Her juices gushed out of her. Just a flood of them. They spilled over my lips and ran down my chin and cheeks. I tried to lick them up, but there was so much spicy cream.

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

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

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

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

"Buff that muff!" whooped another boy.

I shuddered at their naughty words, my body trembling as I kept licking. Mother shuddered, her breasts jiggling in the corset. With a moan, she took a step back, pulling her pussy from my face. I trembled, my large tit jiggling in my tube top. I licked my 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 outside sleek gray with a pair of black lips on the front. She wrenched out the bright, pink object. It was kinda like a U with one end that thrust out like a penis. A dick. A dildo. I gasped, staring at the shaft. It had segments almost like a caterpillar's body. My virgin pussy clenched, wondering what that would feel like in me. The other end was capped by a smooth ball. Mother whirled around, her right breast popping out of her corset, her nipple dark 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 other 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 cunt broken in, Heather!" a guy yelled.

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

"If you had, I'd have to whip your ass for touching my sexy delight," Mother said. "Now you, bend over the hood of the car, drop your panties, and prepare for Mother to love you.

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

My tits heaved as I hopped to my feet. My short skirt flared, flashing my cherry-red panties and those naughty words at the boys. I darted for the car, my big tits heaving before me, nipples throbbing. I reached it and bent over, pressing my boobies into the hood. My nipples throbbed at the contact, drinking in the wonderful feel of the engine's warmth bleeding through the metal. My hands flicked up my skirt, my hips wiggling as I felt all those eyes on me, especially Mother's.

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

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

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

"I just came, but I'm still so wet to pop your cherry," Mother moaned. "You'll be my little, sexy delight. My slut-daughter whore. You're everything I want, aren'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 have that tattoo on your lower back. A tramp stamp that will let everyone know that your mommy's slutty little delight.

I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The tip of the dildo pressed into my hot 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 fake cock to ram into me to make me feel amazing. I just knew she'd give me such pleasure. She'd have me howling and gasping and screaming out in rapture.

Just like I made her.

I licked my spicy 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 sharp flash of pain that was swallowed by a tidal wave of rapture. The dildo slammed into my depths, the segmented body caressing my silky flesh. I groaned, my deflowered cunny squeezing down on her thick toy. Her crotch smacked into my rump, my body shuddering atop the hood of the car. My nipples throbbed against the metal.

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