Mind-control Panties 15: Becoming A Submissive Teacher Pet free porn video

The figure trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls’ minds into its sluts. Turning good girls into whores, bad girls into virgins, and a whole host of other naughty designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

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

A young girl taught by a hunky teacher.

The figure reached where the department store sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to attract the attention of teenage girls who were shopping with their mothers. One such teenage girl was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

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

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humans. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The mortals’ attention were on other things. On material consumerism. The supernatural wasn’t for them. The figure trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling panties’ game began.

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

Courtney Taylor was a sixteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minutes behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers short while the daughter’s fell in a long and lush wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar cheekbones. Courtney had blue eyes from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

“I hear you’re becoming Mr. Rainier’s favorite,” Mrs. Taylor said to her daughter. “A teacher’s pet.”

“Mom,” blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breath caught as she stared at that special pair. The words and white letters beckoned her.

Teacher’s pet.

“I get having a crush on an older man,” said Mrs. Taylor. “And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be careful. You’re underage. You’ll get your heart broken.”

The daughter gave a slight nod, utterly entranced by the panties. Her mother’s words were flowing through her mind.

“He’s a good man, so I’m not worried that he’ll take advantage of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,” Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both teachers at the same high school. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history class. “Well, those are cute panties. I see why you’re choosing them. You are a teacher’s pet.”

“Yeah,” Courtney said as she picked up the panties. The tingle rippled through her. Her nipples hardened while her mind thought of Mr. Rainier. And collars. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one pair of the panties that the two women bought. A single item that they didn’t pay for went into Courtney’s bag. Mrs. Taylor didn’t even remember the panties by the time they got home.

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

Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter’s room, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was sixteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so long it was second nature to me. I set the basket atop her dresser, careful not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the clean ones already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Same shade as an Apple. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she’d bought these. I picked them up, a strange tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipples hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The perfect thing to wear.

Teacher’s Pet.

Those words echoed in my mind. I didn’t know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants’ pocket. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my daughter’s panties. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she’d never worn them. I know I’d never washed them. A month was long enough if she wasn’t going to wear them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing panties intended for a teacher’s pet.

My own private joke tomorrow at school.

The idea set my mind alight with eager anticipation for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I didn’t let him know about my needs. I didn’t check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just didn’t feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

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

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

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

I glanced at what I’d lain out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a little lower cut. I wanted to really show off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy mounds.

I threw open my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I hadn’t worn in years. It was blue and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how much flesh it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

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

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

I slid my hands up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The panties tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my boys. I needed to help them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, boys were falling behind in school. It was up to teachers like me to make it as engaging for them as possible.

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

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingles soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my skirt. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I didn’t. There wasn’t much I could do, but I had great legs and a nice ass.

My curves would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a pair of five-inch heels, not my usual flats. I knew they would help to give definition to my rump and shape to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning chore. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, sixteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin sister, his brown hair cut short. A big grin spread across his lips as his gaze rippled up and down my body.

“Well, mom, wow.”

“Do you like it?” I asked, this flirty, bubbly tone to my voice. I couldn’t help but giggle like I was sixteen myself.

“Holy shit, mom!” gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes wide as she held a large jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head. “You’re wearing that to school today?”

“What’s so wrong with this outfit?” I asked. “Your brother likes it.”

Courtney glanced at him. “Yeah, maybe too much.” Her face tightened. “Does Dad know you’re wearing that?”

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

“A corpse would pay attention to you, Mom,” Courtney muttered. She turned around and thrust the milk into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my husband was upstairs taking his long shower. He would just have a cup of coffee before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my breasts. I couldn’t help but lean over and give him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my twins in my second-period class. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to play with the large buttons of my blouse and give my boys a treat. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to focus all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a teacher at their high school. On the walk out of the house, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front seat much to Kenneth’s disappointment.

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

I was sure another decade they would be best friends again when they were adults and mature. For now, they were still growing up.

I drove eagerly to the school, my panties tingling, making my pussy itch. The wet excitement soaked between my thighs. Class today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing teacher. All my students would just love me. I would educate them. I’d make my boys so bright and smart. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the school.

All the boys were staring at me. Even the ones I didn’t teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my hips swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the bounce to my tits. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

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

I perched on a stool in front of my first class, legs crossed, all the boys crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It wasn’t my fault that all the boys were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their trollops’ tight, young bodies. The boys were finally free of the distraction of all those teenage tarts.

My boys’ hormones were focused on education now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that first class, I felt like the boys just weren’t quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect idea while my first class filed out and I had to wait for the students of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat front and center before me, a big grin on his face. “Damn, mom, I am so ready to learn about history from you today.” “Oh, that’s so sweet, Kenneth,” I said, smiling at him. Courtney, who was slinking into the back of the room, gagged. I did not know what was up with that girl today. The other boys all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a tall guy with blonde hair and a big nose sat to the right of my son while Lance, a buff and tall Black teenager took the seat to his left. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the stool, his white teeth flashing between his thick lips. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red hair and freckles across his face. Today, he didn’t look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me. I sat there, back straight, drinking in their attention. When the last student walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said, “Good morning, boys. Are you all eager to learn today?”

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

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

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

“So, I have four buttons on my blouse. Each question you get right, I’ll undo one. Four questions, and then I can take my blouse off, Next, I can—”

“Mom!” Courtney gasped and bounded to her feet. She smacked both her hands down onto her desk. “What the hell?”

“Courtney, you need to be quiet, sit down, and let me teach my class.”

“Teach your class?” she gasped, this look of shock on her face. “Mom, you’re talking about doing a striptease for the boys.”

“I’m inspiring them to learn,” I said. “Now you girls need to shut up, sit down, and do what you’re told. You’re already doing fine. The boys are the ones who need help learning.”

“Yeah, shut up, Courtney,” Kenneth said. “Mom’s teaching class her way.”

“Mrs. Taylor, you’re such an amazing teacher,” groaned Lance. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.

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

A hot tide rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my stool. “Now, if the girls would like to be good and not interrupt us, I’ll begin.”

“Yes!” Paul groaned. The nerdy guy was interested in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

“Okay, what was the date that Napoleon Bonaparte was born?”

Kenneth shot his hand up. “August 15, 1769!”

I beamed at him. As I popped the first square button through its eyelet, I purred, “That’s correct, Kenneth. Such a bright boy.”

James licked his lips as he stared at my blouse opening, my large breasts still constrained. He could see the black bra now, half exposed.

“What was the date that he died?” I asked, my gaze sweeping across the boys.

Paul got his hand up first. The ginger had such a huge grin on his face. “May 5th, 1820!”

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

“Now, the easy ones are over, let’s dig into some real history,” I purred. “Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italy?”

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

I clapped my hands together in delight. “Well done.” My fingers popped the third button through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my stomach. “That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Austria?”

It was James’s turn to shoot up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said, “He was twenty-six, right?”

“You’re not certain?” I asked, having some fun toying with him.

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

“Yes, that’s right,” I moaned.

I popped the last button through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my smooth belly and my large breasts constrained in my black bra. All the girls were shaking their heads in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my boys. The striptease was perfect. My boys were all so interested. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

Oh, God, this was just amazing. I couldn’t believe I didn’t think of this before.

I loved these naughty panties I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my twat as my male students salivated over me. Teenage boys were such horny things. I was so glad I was channeling their lust in an appropriate direction. They would learn so much as they stared at my ample flesh.

I couldn’t wait to masturbate when I got home.

“Now, why did Napoleon invade the Iberian Peninsula?”

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him. “He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental system that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade route through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal.”

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said, “You are such an intelligent, young man. I’m so proud of you, Kenneth.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he said.

“I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a teacher,” Lance muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

“Now,” I said, reaching behind me and finding the clasp of my bra. “Get this next one right, and you’ll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tits. I know how you boys like them large and soft and bountiful like mine.”

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of hungry dogs all wanting to mount the same bitch. I shuddered, my neck feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I couldn’t quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

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

“Where did Napoleon defeat the Prussians?” I asked, my voice a sultry purred.

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

“Yes, that’s it,” I moaned. I unclasped my bra.

I brought my hands to the front, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my shoulders, showing the boys that nothing was holding my bra on my breasts except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

“You boys get the next one right, and you’re going to see every, last bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and eager, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck, yes, Mrs. Taylor!” Aston moaned.

“You’re the best fucking teacher ever,” Tommy groaned.

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

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

“Okay,” I purred, my pussy molten heat. “Final question. Where was Napoleon exiled?”

“That’s such a fucking easy one,” muttered my daughter.

“Saint Helena!” shouted Paul as Rich cried out, “The island of Saint Helena!”

“Saint Helena!” burst from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my breasts to my eager boys. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, lush tits. My dusky nipples were so hard. I arched my back, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to make sure they got a good look at them. They swayed with a heavy jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

“You boys all did such a good job,” I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my boobies bounce. “For your reward, I’ll do my lecture topless. I’m sure you’re all going to focus. You’ve all learned so much, but now we’ll get into more of the details of Napoleon’s life. Won’t that be amazing?”

“Yes, Mrs. Taylor!” groaned from the boys. My son licked his lips, looking so joyful.

“And you girls, I don’t want to hear a pipe out of you. You can just sulk in the back. I don’t care. I’m here to teach my boys.”

God, my pussy was on fire.

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

That helped my breasts to jiggle.

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

My male students were eager to learn. This was fantastic. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

Right then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of course, I couldn’t do anything about it. I had classes to teach. I kept up my striptease lessons, the girls all glaring at me in the back. They were just jealous because I had bigger boobs than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

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

I had no idea what the male teachers could do to inspire the boys.

The moment school was done, I headed to the store. Of course, in my eagerness, I forgot to take my children home, but they were sixteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supplies. My new outfit. I needed a shorter skirt, and I couldn’t wear the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow’s class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

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

I tapped his nose and purred, “You’ll just have to wait and see tomorrow, okay?”

“God, I can’t wait. Your boobs are amazing, Mom.” He grinned at me. “Can I touch them?”

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead. “We’ll see. Right now, I’m sure you have homework to do. It’s not just my class that you need to excel at. You have to be good at all of them.”

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

Unlike his sister...

I was half tempted to make her stay home from school. I didn’t need her negativity in my class tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my boys to dominate their lessons. They had to master their knowledge. I couldn’t wait to help them. I was so wet and horny.

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

Hard.

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

He was still one of my students. It didn’t matter if it was incest. I had to make sure that he dominated his lessons and took charge of his education. I came so hard thinking about Kenneth being in me. My pussy rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of naughty thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morning to get ready. I could hear my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He didn’t have to drink all those beers I’d given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got ready. I made sure my legs were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making sure my pubic hairs weren’t too long. I thought about shaving it, but I wasn’t a schoolgirl trollop. I was a mature woman. A sexy teacher.

I was just so excited as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my large breasts struggling to escape. I wore a bra, but only for that first class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I’d demonstrated it one last time before I implemented my new curriculum during my second period.

After all, my son deserved to experience it first. He was such a bright student.

When we left for school, my daughter defiantly sat in the front seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my skirt was. It was short. If I wasn’t careful, I would be flashing my pussy.

Of course, I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath. Not even that special pair. They would just get in the way. My Teacher’s Pet panties were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson plan firmly set in my mind.

“So you’re not even repentant that you’ve become a whore,” Courtney continued.

“I’m being an inspiring teacher. Did you not hear your brother working on his homework all night? He was feverish. I know that you just spent all your time bothering your father instead of getting your schoolwork done.”

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

Well, they were my panties now.

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

I strolled through the school and marched past my boys. They were all so hungry. All ready to dominate their lesson. I couldn’t wait.

I entered the school. My classroom. I taught my first period. It wasn’t the true rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the excited boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could think about was the special item in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The special delight that would give a lesson to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my second period had arrived. I was ready to implement my new learning strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the first to show up. The buff and tall African-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big cock.

I hoped he did.

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

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

“Yeah,” Aston groaned, nodding his head.

“You better believe I did, Mrs. Taylor,” Lance groaned. “First time I’ve ever done that.”

“Then I am doing a great job as your teacher,” I said, my fingers undoing the buttons of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last class topless. I didn’t bother with donning my bra, though.

The figure trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls’ minds into its sluts. Turning good girls into whores, bad girls into virgins, and a whole host of other naughty designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

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

A young girl taught by a hunky teacher.

The figure reached where the department store sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to attract the attention of teenage girls who were shopping with their mothers. One such teenage girl was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

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

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humans. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The mortals’ attention were on other things. On material consumerism. The supernatural wasn’t for them. The figure trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling panties’ game began.

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

Courtney Taylor was a sixteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minutes behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers short while the daughter’s fell in a long and lush wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar cheekbones. Courtney had blue eyes from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

“I hear you’re becoming Mr. Rainier’s favorite,” Mrs. Taylor said to her daughter. “A teacher’s pet.”

“Mom,” blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breath caught as she stared at that special pair. The words and white letters beckoned her.

Teacher’s pet.

“I get having a crush on an older man,” said Mrs. Taylor. “And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be careful. You’re underage. You’ll get your heart broken.”

The daughter gave a slight nod, utterly entranced by the panties. Her mother’s words were flowing through her mind.

“He’s a good man, so I’m not worried that he’ll take advantage of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,” Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both teachers at the same high school. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history class. “Well, those are cute panties. I see why you’re choosing them. You are a teacher’s pet.”

“Yeah,” Courtney said as she picked up the panties. The tingle rippled through her. Her nipples hardened while her mind thought of Mr. Rainier. And collars. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one pair of the panties that the two women bought. A single item that they didn’t pay for went into Courtney’s bag. Mrs. Taylor didn’t even remember the panties by the time they got home.

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

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter’s room, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was sixteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so long it was second nature to me. I set the basket atop her dresser, careful not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the clean ones already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Same shade as an Apple. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she’d bought these. I picked them up, a strange tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipples hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The perfect thing to wear.

Teacher’s Pet.

Those words echoed in my mind. I didn’t know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants’ pocket. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my daughter’s panties. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she’d never worn them. I know I’d never washed them. A month was long enough if she wasn’t going to wear them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing panties intended for a teacher’s pet.

My own private joke tomorrow at school.

The idea set my mind alight with eager anticipation for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I didn’t let him know about my needs. I didn’t check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just didn’t feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

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

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

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

I glanced at what I’d lain out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a little lower cut. I wanted to really show off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy mounds.

I threw open my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I hadn’t worn in years. It was blue and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how much flesh it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

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

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

I slid my hands up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The panties tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my boys. I needed to help them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, boys were falling behind in school. It was up to teachers like me to make it as engaging for them as possible.

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

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingles soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my skirt. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I didn’t. There wasn’t much I could do, but I had great legs and a nice ass.

My curves would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a pair of five-inch heels, not my usual flats. I knew they would help to give definition to my rump and shape to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning chore. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, sixteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin sister, his brown hair cut short. A big grin spread across his lips as his gaze rippled up and down my body.

“Well, mom, wow.”

“Do you like it?” I asked, this flirty, bubbly tone to my voice. I couldn’t help but giggle like I was sixteen myself.

“Holy shit, mom!” gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes wide as she held a large jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head. “You’re wearing that to school today?”

“What’s so wrong with this outfit?” I asked. “Your brother likes it.”

Courtney glanced at him. “Yeah, maybe too much.” Her face tightened. “Does Dad know you’re wearing that?”

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

“A corpse would pay attention to you, Mom,” Courtney muttered. She turned around and thrust the milk into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my husband was upstairs taking his long shower. He would just have a cup of coffee before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my breasts. I couldn’t help but lean over and give him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my twins in my second-period class. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to play with the large buttons of my blouse and give my boys a treat. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to focus all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a teacher at their high school. On the walk out of the house, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front seat much to Kenneth’s disappointment.

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

I was sure another decade they would be best friends again when they were adults and mature. For now, they were still growing up.

I drove eagerly to the school, my panties tingling, making my pussy itch. The wet excitement soaked between my thighs. Class today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing teacher. All my students would just love me. I would educate them. I’d make my boys so bright and smart. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the school.

All the boys were staring at me. Even the ones I didn’t teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my hips swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the bounce to my tits. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

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

I perched on a stool in front of my first class, legs crossed, all the boys crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It wasn’t my fault that all the boys were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their trollops’ tight, young bodies. The boys were finally free of the distraction of all those teenage tarts.

My boys’ hormones were focused on education now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that first class, I felt like the boys just weren’t quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect idea while my first class filed out and I had to wait for the students of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat front and center before me, a big grin on his face. “Damn, mom, I am so ready to learn about history from you today.” “Oh, that’s so sweet, Kenneth,” I said, smiling at him. Courtney, who was slinking into the back of the room, gagged. I did not know what was up with that girl today. The other boys all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a tall guy with blonde hair and a big nose sat to the right of my son while Lance, a buff and tall Black teenager took the seat to his left. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the stool, his white teeth flashing between his thick lips. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red hair and freckles across his face. Today, he didn’t look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me. I sat there, back straight, drinking in their attention. When the last student walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said, “Good morning, boys. Are you all eager to learn today?”

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

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

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

“So, I have four buttons on my blouse. Each question you get right, I’ll undo one. Four questions, and then I can take my blouse off, Next, I can—”

“Mom!” Courtney gasped and bounded to her feet. She smacked both her hands down onto her desk. “What the hell?”

“Courtney, you need to be quiet, sit down, and let me teach my class.”

“Teach your class?” she gasped, this look of shock on her face. “Mom, you’re talking about doing a striptease for the boys.”

“I’m inspiring them to learn,” I said. “Now you girls need to shut up, sit down, and do what you’re told. You’re already doing fine. The boys are the ones who need help learning.”

“Yeah, shut up, Courtney,” Kenneth said. “Mom’s teaching class her way.”

“Mrs. Taylor, you’re such an amazing teacher,” groaned Lance. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.

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

A hot tide rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my stool. “Now, if the girls would like to be good and not interrupt us, I’ll begin.”

“Yes!” Paul groaned. The nerdy guy was interested in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

“Okay, what was the date that Napoleon Bonaparte was born?”

Kenneth shot his hand up. “August 15, 1769!”

I beamed at him. As I popped the first square button through its eyelet, I purred, “That’s correct, Kenneth. Such a bright boy.”

James licked his lips as he stared at my blouse opening, my large breasts still constrained. He could see the black bra now, half exposed.

“What was the date that he died?” I asked, my gaze sweeping across the boys.

Paul got his hand up first. The ginger had such a huge grin on his face. “May 5th, 1820!”

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

“Now, the easy ones are over, let’s dig into some real history,” I purred. “Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italy?”

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

I clapped my hands together in delight. “Well done.” My fingers popped the third button through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my stomach. “That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Austria?”

It was James’s turn to shoot up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said, “He was twenty-six, right?”

“You’re not certain?” I asked, having some fun toying with him.

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

“Yes, that’s right,” I moaned.

I popped the last button through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my smooth belly and my large breasts constrained in my black bra. All the girls were shaking their heads in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my boys. The striptease was perfect. My boys were all so interested. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

Oh, God, this was just amazing. I couldn’t believe I didn’t think of this before.

I loved these naughty panties I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my twat as my male students salivated over me. Teenage boys were such horny things. I was so glad I was channeling their lust in an appropriate direction. They would learn so much as they stared at my ample flesh.

I couldn’t wait to masturbate when I got home.

“Now, why did Napoleon invade the Iberian Peninsula?”

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him. “He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental system that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade route through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal.”

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said, “You are such an intelligent, young man. I’m so proud of you, Kenneth.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he said.

“I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a teacher,” Lance muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

“Now,” I said, reaching behind me and finding the clasp of my bra. “Get this next one right, and you’ll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tits. I know how you boys like them large and soft and bountiful like mine.”

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of hungry dogs all wanting to mount the same bitch. I shuddered, my neck feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I couldn’t quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

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

“Where did Napoleon defeat the Prussians?” I asked, my voice a sultry purred.

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

“Yes, that’s it,” I moaned. I unclasped my bra.

I brought my hands to the front, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my shoulders, showing the boys that nothing was holding my bra on my breasts except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

“You boys get the next one right, and you’re going to see every, last bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and eager, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck, yes, Mrs. Taylor!” Aston moaned.

“You’re the best fucking teacher ever,” Tommy groaned.

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

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

“Okay,” I purred, my pussy molten heat. “Final question. Where was Napoleon exiled?”

“That’s such a fucking easy one,” muttered my daughter.

“Saint Helena!” shouted Paul as Rich cried out, “The island of Saint Helena!”

“Saint Helena!” burst from Lance.

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

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

I exposed my breasts to my eager boys. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, lush tits. My dusky nipples were so hard. I arched my back, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to make sure they got a good look at them. They swayed with a heavy jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

“You boys all did such a good job,” I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my boobies bounce. “For your reward, I’ll do my lecture topless. I’m sure you’re all going to focus. You’ve all learned so much, but now we’ll get into more of the details of Napoleon’s life. Won’t that be amazing?”

“Yes, Mrs. Taylor!” groaned from the boys. My son licked his lips, looking so joyful.

“And you girls, I don’t want to hear a pipe out of you. You can just sulk in the back. I don’t care. I’m here to teach my boys.”

God, my pussy was on fire.

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

That helped my breasts to jiggle.

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

My male students were eager to learn. This was fantastic. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

Right then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of course, I couldn’t do anything about it. I had classes to teach. I kept up my striptease lessons, the girls all glaring at me in the back. They were just jealous because I had bigger boobs than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

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

I had no idea what the male teachers could do to inspire the boys.

The moment school was done, I headed to the store. Of course, in my eagerness, I forgot to take my children home, but they were sixteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supplies. My new outfit. I needed a shorter skirt, and I couldn’t wear the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow’s class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

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

I tapped his nose and purred, “You’ll just have to wait and see tomorrow, okay?”

“God, I can’t wait. Your boobs are amazing, Mom.” He grinned at me. “Can I touch them?”

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead. “We’ll see. Right now, I’m sure you have homework to do. It’s not just my class that you need to excel at. You have to be good at all of them.”

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

Unlike his sister...

I was half tempted to make her stay home from school. I didn’t need her negativity in my class tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my boys to dominate their lessons. They had to master their knowledge. I couldn’t wait to help them. I was so wet and horny.

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

Hard.

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

He was still one of my students. It didn’t matter if it was incest. I had to make sure that he dominated his lessons and took charge of his education. I came so hard thinking about Kenneth being in me. My pussy rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of naughty thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morning to get ready. I could hear my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He didn’t have to drink all those beers I’d given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got ready. I made sure my legs were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making sure my pubic hairs weren’t too long. I thought about shaving it, but I wasn’t a schoolgirl trollop. I was a mature woman. A sexy teacher.

I was just so excited as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my large breasts struggling to escape. I wore a bra, but only for that first class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I’d demonstrated it one last time before I implemented my new curriculum during my second period.

After all, my son deserved to experience it first. He was such a bright student.

When we left for school, my daughter defiantly sat in the front seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my skirt was. It was short. If I wasn’t careful, I would be flashing my pussy.

Of course, I wasn’t wearing any panties beneath. Not even that special pair. They would just get in the way. My Teacher’s Pet panties were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my lesson plan firmly set in my mind.

“So you’re not even repentant that you’ve become a whore,” Courtney continued.

“I’m being an inspiring teacher. Did you not hear your brother working on his homework all night? He was feverish. I know that you just spent all your time bothering your father instead of getting your schoolwork done.”

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

Well, they were my panties now.

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

I strolled through the school and marched past my boys. They were all so hungry. All ready to dominate their lesson. I couldn’t wait.

I entered the school. My classroom. I taught my first period. It wasn’t the true rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the excited boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could think about was the special item in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The special delight that would give a lesson to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my second period had arrived. I was ready to implement my new learning strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the first to show up. The buff and tall African-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big cock.

I hoped he did.

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

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

“Yeah,” Aston groaned, nodding his head.

“You better believe I did, Mrs. Taylor,” Lance groaned. “First time I’ve ever done that.”

“Then I am doing a great job as your teacher,” I said, my fingers undoing the buttons of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last class topless. I didn’t bother with donning my bra, though.

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