Summary: mind control, incest, ff
An entrepreneur retires and moves in
with his daughter's family. Using a corporation he helped set up, he begins
having her friends mind-trained and having flagrant sex with them. Then he
sets his eyes on her ...
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Live well!
It was later that same night, about ten thirty, and Daphne was soaking in the bathtub, humming softly to herself, when she heard the doorknob turn, and Grant stepped in.
"Daddy," she said, smiling and not bothering to cover herself at all, "Not even you can ruin my mood this evening."
"Really? And what in the world could have put you in such a wonderful mood?"
"Oh, nothing much. I'm just feeling happy tonight."
"Well, I'm glad for you, Daffy. You've been moping around the house much to much lately. It's about time you cheered up. Now stand up and hand me the soap."
"Oh, Daddy," she said as she did so, "What are you going to do with the soap?"
Grant leered at his daughter's naked body as she stood before him in the bathtub. "Baby, I'm just going to massage parts of you, like the other night. You remember how good that felt, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy," she admitted, casting her eyes down and blushing, "It felt wonderful."
"Good," he said, rubbing the bar of soap around on her breasts. "Tell me about whatever it was that cheered you up so much."
"Oh, nothing ...."
"It looks like Amy left a note downstairs," he said as he kneaded and pulled on her tits.
"Daddy! You didn't read it or anything?!"
"No, Daffy-Bear. Of course not. I'd never read your mail without your permission."
"Oh, good ..." she sighed. "Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, Daffy-Bear."
"Daddy, I think you've got those parts as clean as they'll get," she said finally.
Grant supported her breasts from underneath and studied them. "I believe you're right, Daffy. These are some gleaming-nice titties."
Daphne giggled as Grant dipped a sponge and rinsed the soap off them.
Then he sank to his knees and began soaping her pussy. "What did you two girls do tonight?"
"Oh, nothing, Daddy."
"I guess you probably ate potato chips and gossiped about boys."
"Oh, something like that."
Grant continued to rub the soap around her labia and clit.
"Daddy," she said finally, "You're not going to get any response there. I've just cum too many times tonight." When she realized what she had said, she clapped her hand to her mouth.
"Oh-ho! So you were naughty tonight, Daffy?!"
"No, Daddy. And you need to leave now."
"You were naughty! Admit it!"
"No, and you shouldn't be running your hands all over my cunt anyway, Daddy. Now, please leave."
Grant smiled tolerantly. "As you wish." He leaned forward and whispered, "It's a very soft, pretty pussy, Daffy-Bear."
"Daddy!"
"I'm going. I'm going."
She waited until he had left, then sat back in the bathwater and rinsed the soap off her cunt.