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 nineteen, 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 doggystyle 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. anal I know I'd never washed them. A month was long enough if she wasn't going to wear them, so it must orgasm be all right for me to take them. I could wear Brunette them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing amateur panties intended for a teacher's pet. My own private joke tomorrow at when I taught my college students. 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. Matt had gone off to doggystyle war, and Afghanistan would be his home from now until his return in six months time. I flirted with them amateur but I never would have actually done anything with any of them. Pain flared up to my pussy, melting my anal passion. to her knees, and then I saw that huge monster again. It was a Friday and both managed to get off early from work. A locked drawer. She sighed in relief. “Kevin!” I snap out of my daydream to see Jessica looking at me funny. “No!” Standing, I carried her back to the lounge where I had her stand so I could dry what I Brunette thought was her perfect body. I told her I would stop whenever she wanted. He would approve of orgasm her relationship with Horatio. She stopped and said "I think we should get back to it." She seemed to have no problem cleaning him up. My brother came down and saw them, but they did not stop, they let him watch. He was honestly relieved to find her sleeping when he got back. Both were about my age.