Megan's Mom

I waited till my parents finally left the firm. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her pocketbook. I pretended to focus on my homework, I bent over my book of account and record the assigning again while underlining some of the words 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 learn some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course that was a lie. The moment I heard the car showtime and drive away I jumped up from the mesa. I slammed my book of account close and went snooping into my daddy part. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical society. I had heard him lecture about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative drug like Xanax or fluoxetine hydrocholoride or something, but as a side effect the patient role would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my forefather had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to trade that bull.

I didn't charge about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘ Mind Control.'For 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 crick, I saw it on her information processing system, and it got my judgment running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and curl so badly.

I opened the drawers of my male parent's desk and found an regalia of medicament. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a pulverization, a drink, a clustering of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

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

‘ William Le Baron Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a warm up and lovingness part. ‘ Megan isn't menage right hand now.'

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ fountainhead maybe you can help oneself me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need someone to talk to.'

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a refreshing flowery aroma. ‘ O please love, address me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's awry ?'

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

‘ I'll make it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the piss I looked through the medicine in my sac. I skimmed over the information leaflets and side of meat outcome, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spray could also be interesting to experiment with later this evening.

I crushed the picayune pill under a spoon and immix 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 trouble 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 get her a calm tensile puppet, it made me horny. I felt my pussy pounding and crossed my legs.

‘ Spill the noodle,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's unseasonable, sweety.'

I made up a story about boys, an counsel question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her pinhead behind the silk blouse, they were just so steadfast and round, the tit prodding through the white material. As we talked I saw her palpebra drooping a picayune bit, her manner of speaking got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focus.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even bounteous 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 improper with me. I just palpate so giddy all of a sudden. I can't seem to concentre. 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 spyglass with water and a got another pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the slight anovulatory drug. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank feeling on her human face. ‘ Tricia.'I said to seize her tending. ‘ Here learn this pill.'

Still with that Saame blank tone on her face she picked the little flannel pill from my hand and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, Jenny,'she said. ‘ I just feel so weird 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. ‘ That doesn't matter miss Abberdeen.'

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

‘ Well you gave me a lot of advise on son, but actually I wanted to learn more about young lady and women.'I let my hand wander over her cheek, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big knocker. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very aroused, you want me to come to you to a greater extent, you want to state to my soupcon, submit to my wishes.'My philia was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would work on, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my puss was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nil happened.

Again I cupped her pinhead, her eye closed in pleasure, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her bosom into my finger's breadth. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hand under the silk, into her bra. Her peel was so flaccid, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my hand further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a mild moan every once in a patch.

‘ O jennet,'she muttered.

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

‘ Yes schoolmarm,'she said willingly.

A explosion of rousing flooded my body. It would wreak. It was working already. Her nous was indeed as malleable as a slice of clay. queasy tingles. I bent over and constrict my back talk against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her sass. In between my legs my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

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

‘ No, schoolma'am,'she said.

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So recount me, where do you hold your forget me drug ?'

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a nice big bed with red satin sheets, that were very flabby and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sort of plaything. I picked up a prospicient 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 shoulder, she unzipped the pencil skirt and pushed it past her rosehip. She was beautiful, she had nice curvy pelvic girdle and a soft pot. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to derive closelipped and I slid my hand in between her pegleg. I felt a damp muggy spot in her panty.

‘ You're such a steamy niggling slave,'I said. I felt her thighs clenching my fingerbreadth, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, schoolmistress,'she said.

I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for genuine. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the internet. I had recitation on my own leg, but I've never actually tied person else. Still I wrapped the rope around her torso, I remembered every ace step. I tied up her dope, so they were gracious and round and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot 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 unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only squirm and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her soft skin. She was getting hornier and aroused, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on intention. I caressed her and wondered if I could make her cum.

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

Her eyes were unopen, her breathing very shallow, 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 fingers over my kitty. I just couldn't ascendancy myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My puss rubbing against hers, against the nautical mile that was there. I was rocking back and Forth getting hornier and ruttish.

I pushed my fingerbreadth into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my idea. I had fingered myself a thousand times, I didn't want to finger myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my snatch was correctly in her face. I sat down and held myself at the headspring board. Everytime she breathed out I felt a piano duck soup whizzing past my pubic bone.

‘ lick me,'I said. ‘ control stick out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a warm wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clit. I was trembling with arousal. My workforce squeezing into the head plank. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just shakiness and spasming every clock time the tip of her tongue bumped into my piddling clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my soundbox. I was in heaven, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overwhelmed with joy and arousal. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly ventilation, while the stopping point tail of my orgasm subsided.

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

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

‘ You are perfect'she said.

I pushed myself upwards, and looked into her face. 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 nebulizer that had also intrigued me. I searched for the trivial spray can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you'll inexplicably just require to obey me, want to serve me, want to be my hard worker. 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 piddling spray bottle as I studied the information pamphlet. I followed the instructions. I stretched my arm out in figurehead of me, and sprayed a small huff into her face. A sweet mist came out that landed over her nose and mouth.

Her eye started rolling in her mind. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her body was going limp already. I gave her another honest whiff. Now her centre 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 doorway behind me and went home. Tomorrow at sunshine practice I would ask her to impart me some water, that would be a simple naming to start with, to see if it would make believe her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the early thing I could make her do in the hereafter, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her more than of those pills until she was addicted to me .