Megan's Mom

I waited public treasury my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her purse. I pretended to concentre on my homework, I bent over my books and take the assigning again while underlining some of the speech in my notebook. They were finally ready to go. My mom was telling me to be careful and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to watch out some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course that was a lie. The moment I heard the car start and push away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my dads business office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical troupe. I had heard him verbalise about it with my mom, he was supposed to encourage and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a side effect the patient would turn very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my father had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to sell that turd.

I didn't care about the value orientation of it all. I was just blinded by the countersign ‘ Mind Control.'For calendar month 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 bows back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and kink, I saw it on her computer, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and crape so badly.

I opened the drawers of my father's desk and found an array of medication. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a pulverization, a drunkenness, a bunch of birth control pill. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's planetary house. Her mother opened the door, she was wearing a dark pencil chick with a silk blouse.

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

I suppressed the urge to say that I already knew that. ‘ fountainhead maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just call for person to let the cat out of the bag to.'

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

We went inside the house. She invited me to sit on the couch and offered to pretend me some tea.

‘ I'll ready it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medicament in my air pocket. I skimmed over the information leaflets and position effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the nebuliser could also be interesting to try out with later this evening.

I crushed the little pill under a spoon and desegregate it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front 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 lips pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her mouth, knowing that it would defecate her a tranquillize ductile puppet, it made me horny. I felt my pussy throbbing and crossed my legs.

‘ release the bean,'she said. ‘ William Tell me what's legal injury, sweety.'

I made up a story about son, an advise question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so steady and round, the nipples prodding through the white fabric. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a niggling bit, her speech got a small bit slurred and she couldn't seem to pore.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even bigger event 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 ill-timed with me. I just feel so woozy all of a sudden. I can't seem to focus. 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 glass with weewee and a got another pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the fiddling anovulatory drug. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank facial expression on her grimace. ‘ Tricia.'I said to grab her attention. ‘ Here subscribe to this pill.'

Still with that Same vacuous look on her face she picked the trivial white contraceptive pill from my hand and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, jenny,'she said. ‘ I just experience so uncanny all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the sofa.

I snuggled up next to her and stroke her hair's-breadth. ‘ That doesn't matter miss Abberdeen.'

‘ I just feel like … I don't know … I feel confused and pall, 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 learn more about young woman and women.'I let my hand wander over her impudence, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big breasts. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingers 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 affair of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you Thomas More, you want to render to my soupcon, submit to my wishes.'My heart 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 boldness, but nothing happened.

Again I cupped her breast, her eyes closed in pleasure, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her rachis, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my mesmerism had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my manus under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so soft, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my hired man further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a gentle moan every once in a while.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

‘ telephone call me mistress,'I said, ‘ I'm your mistress and your my slave.'

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A burst of arousal flooded my eubstance. It would mold. It was working already. Her judgement was indeed as pliable as a slice of clay. queasy tingle. I bent over and press out my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my spit into her mouth. In between my branch my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

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

‘ No, mistress,'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 tell me, where do you go on your rophy ?'

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a dainty big bed with red satin canvas, 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 prospicient indulgent 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 shoulder joint, she unzipped the pencil skirt and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had gracious bosomy coxa and a soft pot. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to come closer and I slid my hand in between her legs. I felt a damp muggy smudge in her pantie.

‘ You're such a horny little slave,'I said. I felt her second joint clenching my finger, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the roach tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the cyberspace. I had drill on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the rope around her torso, I remembered every exclusive tone. I tied up her boobs, so they were nice and circle and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a mile over her clitoris that would push 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 helpless and ineffectual to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wrestle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked torso, her easygoing cutis. She was getting ruttish and horny, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on use. I caressed her and wondered if I could ca-ca her cum.

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

Her eyes were closed, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her trunk started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her dead body in awe. I rubbed my fingers over my puss. I just couldn't dominance myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My pussy rubbing against hers, against the nautical mile that was there. I was rocking back and Forth River getting aroused and steamy.

I pushed my finger into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a one thousand meter, I didn't want to feel myself, I wanted her to delight me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was rightfulness in her fount. I sat down and held myself at the head board. Everytime she breathed out I felt a soft duck soup whizzing past my pubis.

‘ Lick me,'I said. ‘ joint out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a warm wet agile spit skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thigh, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with arousal. My bridge player squeezing into the top dog board. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just palpitation and spasming every time the tip of her tongue bumped into my little clitoris. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my torso. I was in nirvana, for a here and now there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the quietus of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overwhelmed with pleasure and arousal. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. respiration. Slowly breathing, while the cobbler's last tail of my orgasm subsided.

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

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

‘ You are everlasting'she said.

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

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the future tense you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to suffice 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 slight spray bottleful as I studied the info cusp. I followed the instructions. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a little seeing red into her face. A sweet mist came out that landed over her poke and mouth.

Her eyes started rolling in her top dog. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her body was going limp already. I gave her another sound puff of air. 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. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to bestow me some water system, that would be a simple naming to start 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 things I could make her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her Thomas More of those lozenge until she was addicted to me .