Megan's Mom

I waited trough my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to center on my prep, I bent over my book and read the grant again while underlining some of the lyric in my notebook. They were finally gear up to go. My mom was telling me to be deliberate and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to watch some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course that was a lie. The minute I heard the car showtime and ride away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my book of account close and went snooping into my dada office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical caller. I had heard him utter about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and trade this new drug, it was a regular depressant like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a side force the patient would suit very pliable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my father had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to sell that dogshit.

I didn't forethought about the moral philosophy of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘ psyche Control.'For months now I'd been fantasizing about Megan's mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader team and Megan's mom always picked us up. She washed our uniforms and sowed the bowknot back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and twist, I saw it on her computer, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and curve so badly.

I opened the knickers of my father's desk and found an raiment of medicine. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spraying, a pulverisation, a crapulence, a bunch of anovulant. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's firm. Her female parent opened the door, she was wearing a dark pencil annulus with a silk blouse.

‘ Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a warm and caring phonation. ‘ Megan isn't habitation right now.'

I suppressed the urge to say that I already knew that. ‘ Well maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need somebody to talk to.'

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a fresh flowery perfume. ‘ O please beloved, call me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's wrong ?'

We went inside the business firm. She invited me to sit on the sofa and offered to wee me some tea.

‘ I'll make it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the pee I looked through the medicinal drug in my pocket. I skimmed over the information pamphlet and side effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the atomiser could also be interesting to try out with later this even.

I crushed the piddling pill under a spoon and combine it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front man of her.

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

She insisted that it wasn't a problem at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her mouth pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her backtalk, knowing that it would spend a penny her a sedated malleable puppet, it made me horny. I felt my twat throbbing and crossed my pegleg.

‘ spillage the beans,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's wrong, sweety.'

I made up a storey about boys, an suggest question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her bosom behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and round, the nipples prodding through the white framework. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a small bit, her speech got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focus.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even bigger effect if I waited some more ? I kept on talking, too nervous, too shy to actually do something.

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's eyes closed for a while and she grabbed her own head. ‘ I don't know what's wrong with me. I just sense so woozy all of a sudden. I can't seem to focalize. Maybe I need some water.'She tried to get up.

‘ I'll get it.'I said. ‘ You stay here.'I ran to the kitchen filled a methamphetamine with water and a got another birth control pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the picayune pill. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank face on her typeface. ‘ Tricia.'I said to grab her attention. ‘ Here take this pill.'

Still with that same blank look on her face she picked the piddling snowy pill from my hand and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, Jenny,'she said. ‘ I just sense so weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up succeeding to her and stroke her whisker. ‘ That doesn't matter miss Abberdeen.'

‘ I just feel like … I don't know … I feel confused and tired, like I can't think, like I can't understand ... like ... what's going on ?'

‘ Well you gave me a lot of advise on boy, but actually I wanted to teach more than about young woman and women.'I let my hired hand wander over her impudence, tickling her cervix then finally cupping one of her big chest. It was slightly grave, I squished my finger in it, bumping it up and down.

She watched. Confused. ‘ Feels nice,'she mumbled. ‘ But are you imagine to do that ?'

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you more, you want to put forward to my speck, submit to my wishes.'My sum was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her fount, but cipher happened.

Again I cupped her boob, her eyes closed in pleasure, her brim parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her dorsum, pushing her boob into my fingerbreadth. So apparently my mesmerism had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my paw under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so cushy, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my handwriting further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her oculus closed, a soft moan every once in a spell.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

‘ Call me schoolma'am,'I said, ‘ I'm your schoolma'am and your my slave.'

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A burst of rousing flooded my body. It would make. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as pliable as a piece of clay. Nervous tingles. I bent over and pressed my back talk against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her mouth. In between my legs my slit was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen striver,'I said to her. ‘ I know about your unavowed, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computer. You wouldn't want anyone to chance out would you ?'

‘ No, fancy woman,'she said.

‘ So maybe you should do as your told, maybe you should let yourself be trained to be my little slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So order me, where do you go on your circle ?'

She said she would indicate it to me and I followed her to the sleeping accommodation. It was a nice big bed with red satin plane, that were very soft and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sorts of toys. I picked up a longsighted soft rope and twisted it around my own arm.

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her berm, she unzipped the pencil skirt and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice curvy rosehip and a soft stomach. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to come stuffy and I slid my hand in between her legs. I felt a damp muggy spot in her panties.

‘ You're such a horny short hard worker,'I said. I felt her thighs clenching my finger, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the cyberspace. I had praxis on my own leg, but I've never actually tied soul else. Still I wrapped the rope around her torso, I remembered every unmarried gradation. I tied up her boobs, so they were nice and round of drinks and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a mi over her clitoris that would drive into her everytime she moved and then I ordered her to lay down on the bed and I secured her firmly until she was completely incapacitated and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her soft skin. She was getting hornier and ruttish, she seemed to rub her pussycat over the rope on purpose. I caressed her and wondered if I could wee her cum.

‘ Now slave,'I said, ‘ You're getting so energise, so incredibly horny, you're approaching orgasm quicker and quicker, it's building up more and more.'

Her oculus were closed, her breathing very shoal, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her torso started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her body in awe. I rubbed my finger's breadth over my puss. I just couldn't control myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My pussy rubbing against hers, against the gnarl that was there. I was rocking back and Forth River getting randy and hornier.

I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a M times, I didn't want to feel myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my kitty was right in her face. I sat down and held myself at the head instrument panel. Everytime she breathed out I felt a soft cinch whizzing past my os pubis.

‘ clout me,'I said. ‘ Stick out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a fond wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with arousal. My hands squeezing into the forefront board. I could hardly curb myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every sentence the tip of her tongue bumped into my little clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my body. I was in nirvana, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the rest of my life story. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too submerge with delight and arousal. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly breathing, while the last tooshie of my sexual climax subsided.

‘ Are you alright, sweety,'she asked me.

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfective tense. Wow.'

‘ You are utter'she said.

I pushed myself upwards, and looked into her nerve. Was she still drugged or had the drugs flushed through her system already ? I didn't know. It was making me scared. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that sprayer that had also intrigued me. I searched for the little spraying can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to serve me, want to be my slave. Knowing I'm your mistress, knowing you should do exactly as I tell you, just turns you on, doesn't it ?'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ And you don't want anyone to find out about it, so maybe it should be our little secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the fiddling atomizer bottle as I studied the data leaflet. I followed the instruction manual. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a footling huff into her face. A seraphic mist came out that landed over her poke and mouthpiece.

Her eyes started rolling in her head. Her pupil dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her soundbox was going gimp already. I gave her another practiced whiff. Now her eyes closed completely and her head slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all evidence that I had been there. Slowly I closed the threshold behind me and went home base. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to bring me some piss, that would be a dewy-eyed assignment to initiate with, to see if it would make her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other affair I could lay down her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her more of those birth control pill until she was addicted to me .