Mom Sent Back to School Ch. 06

Miss Derby could hardly look at Rose, though as the afternoon wore on she relaxed a little. The teacher had obviously gained respect with the students. They sensed she wasn't up to much, and behaved themselves, keeping quiet and getting on with set work.

On the way to the students parking section, Rose looked out for Miss Derby. As before, she caught sight of the woman getting into Brian's car. The woman had disappeared, so she must be lying down on the back seat.

'Where are you, miss daydream,' Paul asked her.

'Nothing. Just thinking, that's all,' she answered.

'That makes a lot of sense, so that's all right then,' he teased her.

'Good, like, yea,' she murmured.

'I'll pull over, and we'll have sex on the back seat,' he said.

'Yea, like, alright,' she sighed. 'Hey! No!' she protested, then smiled at him. 'Maybe,' she relented.

'You with me now?' he seriously asked.

'Yes, alright. Have you ever thought about having a pet-girl?' Rose asked.

'Where did that come from. Is that what you've been thinking about?' he asked.

'Sort of. I read about it over the weekend,' she lied.

'So you want to be a pet-girl?' he asked, sounding mystified.

'No! I was just wondering if you'd ever thought about it,' she asked.

'No. Don't really know much about it. Let's go to lover's point. Don't bother about going home,' he said.

'Not now we can't. Your parents are home and mom is expecting me home on time. She's taking me to get my new school uniform. She did get one at the weekend, but it's too small,' she explained.

He pulled into the driveway of an empty house for sale. She crossed her arms, determined not to give in to his demands.

'Alright, we won't go the whole way. We'll just play around a little,' he promised.

Her breasts seemed to defy her determination. Her nipples were trying to escape from the tight blouse. His hands cupped her breasts and smoothly massaged them.

She was already feeling hot, from seeing their teacher naked, and feeling the woman's breasts. They weren't as big as hers, and the nipples were small. It made her feel superior, and smug.

'Oh! That's so nice!' Rose sighed.

Without really knowing what she was doing, she unbuttoned the blouse, and pulled the bra down.

'Oh! Yes!' she cried.

A hand was kneading a breast, with the other gripping her crotch. What held her attention most of all, was his lips sucking hard upon a nipple. She mewed and cried a little desperate sound. He found her clit emerging and rubbed it hard.

'Oh! God! Yes!' she wailed over his shoulder.

A slurping sucking sound over a breast sent shivers down her spine. This boy was only eighteen, yet he had her ensnared in a trap of wonderful sensations. He could do anything he liked with her now. She was a mature woman, but this boy was doing lovely things to her. Rose was his sexual plaything, and she loved the notion.

A sudden fear struck her, motivating her to action.

'Don't edge me! Please, Paul, don't leave me on the edge this time! Let me cum, please!' she begged.

His fingers played her so well. How did a mere boy know her sex so much better than she did?

'Uh! Uh! Ooow! Yes! Don't stop now! Please, Paul!' she moaned.

An orgasm rippled out from her tummy. Her fingers and toes trembled. A silvery cloud misted her mind for a moment then cleared with fireworks exploding.

'Oh! God! That was so good! I needed that! Yes!' she laughed. 'You deserve it. You earned it!'

Rose slid down onto the floor of the car, and made herself comfortable as could be, in a difficult position. She slapped his hand away from his fly, wanting to delve in for it herself. Why that was, she didn't know.

Looking up at him with puppy eyes, she sucked on the head of his cock. He looked at her as though in shock. It was half expected that his hair would stand on end. He avidly watched her push her lips over the end of his cock, then glide down its full length.

The first time she tried this she did gag, a little. It was a surprise how quickly she overcame it. With some pride she was able to swallow his cock. She grinned up at him, with a mouthful of her boyfriend's cock. His eyes were closed with a look of delight on his face.

It was tight in her throat. She could hold it just as tight with her vagina muscles. Yet, for some reason this seemed to turn him on more than anything. After receiving such a deep orgasm she owed him this.

He was aware of something, for he was squeezing her breasts, as though milking them. A thought resonated in her head. Was this the reason her breasts were bigger? Maybe it wasn't that the store's sizes were smaller, or mislabelled. Was it Paul mauling her breasts all the time, making them grow?

At that moment he reached his orgasm. He was deep into her throat when he spurted. At least she didn't have to taste his semen. It was sometimes very salty, and at others had an off flavour. She held still as long as she could, with him pumping cum directly into her belly.

She laughed with the thought that he had pumped her body with cum from both directions. The vibration of her laugh rippled over his highly sensitive penis. He moaned out loud in response.

They laid back breathing heavily. Knowing they had to make a move was one thing, actually doing it was another.

'I needed that!' she said. 'Let's go, mom will be cross if I don't get home,' Rose pleaded.

***

Her daughter was in a good mood, and didn't seem to notice she arrived some time after the school bus had come and gone.

They went straight to the store and changed the school uniform. A quick fitting established a need for a bra and blouse two sizes larger. There was no problem, as the sales clerk said, they are growing so quickly now.

Janice rubbed it in that Rose was a fast growing teen.

'I have to watch her with the boys,' Janice said.

'Mom! I'm not a slut!' Rose whispered.

'You've got to be careful these days, they are so free, what with the pill being easily available. With her figure it will attract boys like flies,' the woman agreed with Janice.

Rose was used to these indignities. Being talked about as though she weren't there, was common. Thinking back, she had to admit to doing the same to Janice. Never again. Her daughter was discussing her breasts with a stranger!

'I don't want to worry you, but boys can do that to a girl,' the clerk warned.

'What do you mean?' Janice asked, looking amused.

Rose's attention was caught now. In the past week or so, she had put on weight, but only in her bust.

'In class she is surrounded by boys and their hormones. It can stimulate her female hormones. If a boyfriend fondles them, while her hormones are over active, her breasts will flower,' the clerk said, sounding confident.

'I see. Has a boy been stimulating your breasts, Janice?' her daughter asked.

'Mom!' Rose complained, with a face colouring a deep shade of red.

As they walked away, Janice laughed. Rose wasn't so sure. Staring into a mirror on the way out she wondered if Paul had done this to her. He was an avid fan of her breasts, often mauling them and sucking them.

Damn! Friday evening the twins had spent a lot of time on her breasts. Each of them taking one to suck and fondle.

'Come on, don't dawdle, girl,' Janice told her mother.

This was going to be embarrassing, for them both. An appointment had been made for Rose with a new doctor. Her daughter was taking Rose there to be put on the pill. What she didn't want to tell her mother was that she had been stealing the pill, and leaving her mother with a look-alike pill.

When she found out her mother had a boyfriend in school, it all became so very dangerous. Of course she wouldn't have let a school boy screw her, but it brought home how stupid she had been. It was only to feel like an adult that she stole the pill. Now Charley was after her, as though she were a bitch in heat, she had to take it, just in case. That's what Judy in the office had said, he was a dog, sniffing around her, as though she were a bitch in heat.

Rose was embarrassed to be examined by a male doctor, while being treated like a teen. He put her at her ease as best he could. Thankfully he didn't seem to notice he was dealing with a mature woman. He was thorough and professional, so she was thankful for that.

With a prescription in hand they went to a pharmacy.

Janice thought it a great joke that she had taken her mother to a doctor, to be put on the pill. More and more aspects of her mother's life were being controlled by her. Though at the same time, Janice felt good about looking after her.

Rose felt her life being taken over, of being controlled, and had the feeling of being forced to remain a schoolgirl.

On the drive home it dawned upon Rose what had happened to her. It was more serious than just getting a prescription for a contraceptive pill. She had been registered with a doctor, as an eighteen-year-old girl. Yet again she felt pressurised into regressing back to a teen. In school, with the neighbours, and now in a medical practice, she was accepted as a schoolgirl. What was next?

Janice took a good look at the way her mother presented herself. Rose had become shy and diffident, and behaved just like an awkward teenager. Gone was the adult woman and mother. Had she done this to her? Spanking her mother had certainly pushed the woman further into the role of schoolgirl. Her mother no longer seemed to be playing at it, she was in the role all day, every day.

'Best get an early night, girl,' Janice told her mother.

'Oh! Mom! It's too early,' her mother complained.

'Do as you are told, or I'll spank you for disobedience, then you'll do it,' Janice warned.

'Alright, you win. Goodnight mom,' Rose said, and kissed her cheek.

Janice waited for the bathroom sounds to end, gave her a few minutes, then entered the girly bedroom.

Rose had been moved into the spare bedroom, out of the master bedroom. It was to protect their new roles. Rose had wondered at the time, why her daughter had spent so much effort doing this. When the second week of school was necessary, she suspected foul play.

'Some hot chocolate. The pyjamas are cute,' Janice said.

Rose looked at her daughter, to see if she was being sarcastic. The pyjamas were more suitable for a twelve year old. Teddy bears decorated the short cotton baby-doll. The matching pastel pink panties also had teddy bears on them. Her daughter was right, they were cute.

'Sorry if I went heavy on you. Here, I bought you this,' Janice said, and passed her a teddy bear.

It had a pink bandana around its neck, and when squeezed it said, 'I wove oo.'

Rose wasn't sure if it was faulty like her, or sickly sweet.

'Thanks, mom, it's lovely and cuddly,' she smiled.

To keep Janice happy she got into bed, and cuddled the bear. Pulling it close to a breast reminded her how much they had grown.

Again she worried over her breasts. They were sticking out large. Enough to shorten the top to around her hips. Sipping the hot chocolate, she decided to hell with it. Why worry about anything. Parents were the ones to worry, weren't they? There was nothing she could do about anything, so decided to just let things happen.

She was officially on the pill now, so that was something not to worry over.

So why did her daughter put her on the pill? As Rose she already had a prescription. Well, maybe it was better that it was in her name, while being Janice. Did that mean Janice was now going to take hers? Was that the real reason?

'Whatever!' she murmured, as she began to fall asleep.

Janice had made sure her mother wasn't going to disturb her. The phone rang and she waited to pick it up. As much as she wanted to snatch at it, she waited. Picking it up, she tried to sound casual.

'Hi Charley, nice to hear from you,' she smoothly said.

They had a nice, getting-to-know-you, conversation. When she put the phone down her heart rate was up.

Looking into her mother's bedroom, she was surprised at the scene. The woman was cuddling the teddy bear, looking sweet and cuddly, like an innocent little girl. It was tempting to stick the woman's thumb in her mouth, and take a photo. It would look great on face-book, and her friends would think so too!

***

Getting ready for school was the usual routine, Rose was glad to have a uniform that fit, at last. The boys had been too interested in her breasts, making her feel self-conscious. Maybe that woman in the store was right. If so she had better not let Paul loose on her breasts from now on.

There were the usual put downs from teachers, and students, which she had become used to. It was pleasing that her breasts were less noticeable, and not remarked upon so much by boys.

'Thanks for yesterday, that was just so fab,' Paul grinned at her.

'For me too. You were pretty good. I think I'll keep you as my boyfriend,' she seriously said, though with a devilish glint in her eye.

Rose didn't see him at lunch time, as she met Feebie instead.

'That bitch Beety has ditched her latest bf,' Feebie told her.

'Why is she a bitch? You always say that about her,' Rose said.

'The bitch stole my bf, a couple of weeks ago. We had a fight in school, and that's how I got into that damn class. At least I met you, so that's something,' Feebie smiled.

'I'm glad we met, you're a good friend,' Rose told her.

'What happened to your tits?' Feebie asked.

'Like, at last, I got a new uniform. The bra fits better too,' Rose said.

'I noticed the new uniform. Why did you need a bigger bra?' Feebie asked.

'Come on, didn't you notice my tits hanging out?' she said, and they both laughed.

'You wouldn't complain about them if you didn't have any. Poor Rachael keeps being told to wait, and be patient,' her friend pointed out.

Miss Derby went missing again at lunchtime, and Rose wondered what they were getting up to. At least the teacher was less embarrassed with Rose in class, as they settled down to speak to each other as though nothing happened.

After school Paul gave her a lift home as usual. He had to be at the dentist, so he dropped her off, with just a quick kiss. On the drive home, Rose wondered where Brian was taking his teacher, what was he doing with her. After catching them together at school, she felt a part of it and found it exciting, in a weird sort of way.

***

Brian arrived at Miss Derby's home, and drove straight into her garage where they wouldn't be seen together. As though nothing was amiss they walked into the kitchen, and without a word said, she undressed. On hands and knees she crawled to Brian's feet, for him to fasten a collar around her neck.

He said the one command word, 'Chores!'

His teacher scampered around the kitchen making coffee, checking for telephone messages, preparing a meal, and carrying out other mundane chores. Everything was ordinary enough, except his teacher was completely naked. An adult woman busying herself, while naked in front of a teenager, would be frowned upon. That it was his teacher made it very wrong.

Fried eggs, bacon, beans, toast, and coffee was his favourite. Miss Derby placed the meal on the table, then dutifully got under the table to rest at her masters feet.

When he was finished the teacher would be fed from two dog bowls on the floor. One held water, the other chilli, or whatever he deemed suitable for his pet. Whatever it was, she would be expected to lap it up, and lick the bowl clean.

'Nice coffee, pet,' Brian commented, as he patted her bottom.

When she waggled her hips, he was reminded of something.

'Come, pet, follow me,' he said.

Brian led his teacher to the bedroom, and told her to get up onto the bed. When she had to turn around, she figured he was going to mount her. They hadn't played enough, so she wanted to tell him she wasn't ready. A yip and a bark, was all she was allowed once home, but he wasn't taking notice of her, and didn't seem to care.

He brought something from the dressing table, and spread a cold cream around her anus. She became worried that he was greasing up her asshole, ready to take. He hadn't asked her or even mentioned such a nasty thing. Tempted to complain, she held back, not wanting to be punished.

'Relax, pet. I've got a gift for you,' he said.

His semen shooting up inside her bottom would be an unwelcome gift. A shiver of fright unsettled her. She would have to say something, despite the fear of being thrashed. This had to be stopped, it was going too far!

An unexpected tickling to her rear, like a feather duster, stopped the complaint. This was unusual. It was felt between her thighs, then on her tummy. She had to close her eyes from it tickling her face.

'Your new present, from your master,' he announced.

He held a fluffy tail before her. It was a nice fluffy pet tail! It was bent so that it would stick up when she was on all fours. This was taken in, from just one glance at it. What frightened her was the butt plug on the end. This thing wouldn't be strapped to her, it was designed to plug into her.

His teacher whined, and yipped. He knew this as a sign of approval. She wagged her hips in anticipation.

'Calm down, pet,' he told her. 'I need to fit it,' he firmly said, and slapped her bottom.

This time he could get a finger into her asshole to lubricate it. No longer nervous she could relax, and even enjoy the sensation. The anticipation of her master giving her a tail, was thrilling. It as a tight fit, but she endured the discomfort.

'There, all done. Good girl,' he said, and stroked her bottom.

He reached for her sex and cupped it.

'My pet is ready for mating!' he announced.

He could feel how big and swollen she was. The more he trained her, and took control of her, the more easily she became sexed up. Giving her a puppy tail meant a lot to her.

Miss Derby couldn't help herself. Having one of her students grab her sex, and declare she was ready for a fucking, was humiliating. He was training her to be his obedient pet-girl, and that had her uncontrollably sexed up.

Made dripping wet, from anticipation of him mating her, was so exciting, she might orgasm before he entered her. It sometimes happened that she had an orgasm as he entered her, then again when he filled her with his delicious cum.

He picked her up and placed her carefully on the floor. Pulling the leash he guided her before a mirror.

'See your new tail!' Brian told his teacher. 'Waggle your hips like a good pet,' he told her.

Watching her new tail swish from side to side was wonderful! Her master was turning her more and more, everyday, into his little cute pet-girl. She'd been addicted to imagining this fantasy before he found out about her. Now she was living it! Tears of joy formed in her eyes. He was a perfect caring master. He looked after her needs so well, always considering her before himself.

He got on the floor behind her, and she felt his hardness nestling between her wet lips. He ran it over her clit, though she didn't need even a moment of foreplay. She was ready to be mounted by her master!

'Please, master, fuck your pet-girl, please!' she whined.

Feeling him enter she had a nice orgasm. It wasn't over before she started building to a truly deep and overpowering orgasm. It would take awhile, as he knew she liked a long slow screw. Breathing heavily, then rapidly panting, she desperately cried out for release.

Feeling his cock expand, judder, and pressing home, she knew he was shooting is young virile sperm into her. It felt as though he were filling her up with semen.

'Am I your pet-girl, master? Tell me, master, please,' she begged.

'You are my wonderful pet-girl. You are all mine. You belong to me, your master,' Brian heavily breathed into her ear.

***

Rose got home from school before her mother, as usual. Her daughter would be home from the office soon, and Rose wanted her to be in a good mood. She got on with the usual chores, before being asked.