Hypnotized My Granddaughter With A Book Of Spells

by Raven Frost

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When my 18-year-old granddaughter, Lori, told me she wanted to be a witch, I thought she meant a Wiccan.

"No gramps! A real witch that casts spells and everything!"

Of course I played along, thinking this was just some kind of fad or something.

But when I popped on down to the local gypsy's, she introduced me to a real spell book and assured me this was no fad.

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When my 18-year-old granddaughter, Lori, told me she wanted to be a witch, I thought she meant a Wiccan.

"No gramps! A real witch that casts spells and everything!"

Of course I played along, thinking this was just some kind of fad or something.

But when I popped on down to the local gypsy's, she introduced me to a real spell book and assured me this was no fad.

 

Now I had an ancient tome - a book of spells - that supposedly cured everything from melancholy to warts.

Before giving it to Lori, I leafed through it, just seeing if anything interesting stood out.

In the very back of the book, the page nearly worn from use, was a spell called: Enchant.

Enchant? Enchant what?

I marched right back down to the gypsy's and showed her the well-worn page.

"What is this?" I asked.

She smiled that crooked, toothy smile they all seem to have.

"It's a mind control spell, Sonny!" She clapped me on the back.

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"Mind control?" I gasped, staggering back as if I'd just been hit by a blow.

"Yep! I can show you how it works...for a price..."

 

An hour later, I had a real, honest-to-goodness mind control spell memorized in my head. The trick, she'd said, wasn't just the words, but the motions of my hands.

I knew it worked because we'd practiced it on a couple of her customers.

Now to practice it on Lori...

 

Lori was a VERY special girl. Just turned 19 last October, she was a shy, life-loving little lady who just so happened to sport an amazing pair of boobs.

So, the next time she came over, I had a whole bunch of stuff ready for her to learn all she could about witches. It was getting near Halloween, so it kind of fit.

She was so ecstatic that she wrapped her arms around me, mashed her breasts to my chest and gave me the biggest god-damn kiss I'd had since I was HER age.

"Thank you, gramps!" She held onto me tightly. I just held her as close as I could, smelling her sweet, lilac perfume, feeling her massive tits against my aged chest and trying not to let my erection press against her sweet, sexy body.

It may have only been a few moments, but to me that embrace seemed to last forever.

See, her parents - my daughter and son-in-law - were VERY strict about that sort of thing. I don't know why, I didn't raise Martha up like that. But if she'd found out that her precious daughter had taken an interest in witchcraft? Hoo boy! Shit would've hit the fan.

Hugging my granddaughter tight like that, I almost didn't want to let her go!

But, soon enough, I'd be doing more than just holding her tight and smelling her perfume...

Within moments of arriving, she dove into the literal treasure-trove of witch stuff I bought for her.

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