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- Daughter Incest 1: Fucking My Daughter
- Daughter Incest 2: Knocking Up My 18-Year-Old Daughter
- Daughter Incest 3: Breeding My Sleeping Daughter
- Daughter Incest 4: Fucking My Daughter In The Church Parking Lot
- Daughter Incest 5: Mind Controlled My Daughter
- Daughter Incest 6: Fucked My Daughter In Revenge
- Daughter Incest 7: Wife Convinced Me To Fuck Our Daughter
- Daughter Incest 8: Mind Controlled My 18-Year-Old Daughter
- Daughter Incest 9: Fucking My Daughter At The Dinner Table
- Daughter Incest 10: Knocking Up My Two Daughters Behind Their Mother's Back
- Daughter Incest 11: My Wife Drugged Her Daughter For Me
- Daughter Incest 12: Sleepwalking Daughter Fucked Me Next To Her Mother
- Daughter Incest 13: Daddy Mind Controlled & Bred Me
- Daughter Incest 14: Fucked My Daughter In Front Of The Whole Family
- Daughter incest 15: Fucking My Daughter In Front Of Her Drugged Mother
- Daughter Incest 16: Fucking My Daughter Behind The Woodshed
- Daughter Incest 17: My Daddy Caught Me On My OnlyFans!
It was simultaneously the worst night of my life and the best. It was an unthinkable situation: I'd caught my wife of 20 years in bed with another man.
But not just any man. No, our 20-year-old son.
Well, two could play at this game!
C'mere, Helen, my sexy, svelte, 18-year-old temptress, drink this mind-control-laced tea...Yeah, that's it; that's a good girl...
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It was simultaneously the worst night of my life and the best. It was an unthinkable situation: I'd caught my wife of 20 years in bed with another man.
But not just any man. No, our 20-year-old son.
Well, two could play at this game!
C'mere, Helen, my sexy, svelte, 18-year-old temptress, drink this mind-control-laced tea...Yeah, that's it; that's a good girl...
Fuck, this was gonna be hot! I didn't say anything to the cheatin' wifey, either. She didn't need to know that Helen had ingested the newest street drug - aptly named mind control - and was now fully, 100% under my control. If I said, jump, she wouldn't say "how high?" she'd just jump - and keep jumping until I told her to stop.
My son was a decent-enough-looking fellow. Not that bright, not that strong. But Helen? Pah! She was the bee's tits. Or whatever they called them. Her sexy, 18-year-old, nubile body was made for fuckin! And carrying babies.
READ MOREAnd with her daddy's dominant spunk filling up that innocent womb of hers, she was going to be doing both.
I waited until the male young adult unit was busy banging my wife before flipping on the control switch on my daughter. All it took was one word.
Any word I wanted. Until that word was uttered, she was completely "normal" - well, as normal as a sex-starved 18-year-old free spirit could be.
That word? "Raspberry."
Yep, it was her favorite treat. Always had been. Now it would be the beginning of her downfall.
"What're we eating tonight, daddy?" She came bouncing down the stairs, all dolled-up and pretty and everything. She looked so fucking sexy in her summer dress that came right to her knees. She looked so home-spun. Like the girl next door you'd knock up in the backseat of your grampa's Cadillac.
I smiled as my cock kicked in my pants.
"I dunno, honey. How 'bout a BIG bowl of sexy, juicy raspberries?"
"Raspberries?" She repeated, then fell under my control.
"Yep. Most delicious treat known to man..."
I mixed up her favorite tea with the mind control pill and made her drink down every last drop.
I stood and grabbed her, then directed her back to her room. I doubt my wife had to resort to using mind control to fuck our son. But that didn't bother me none. If she could cheat with him, I could do whatever I wanted. Only fair, right?
"Daddy?" She questioned.
"Come on, baby. Let's get you up to bed."
"But I'm not tired..."
I smiled. "Didn't say we were going to sleep, baby..."
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