Hypnotizing My Daughter With A Pill

by Raven Frost

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The last couple of months had been quite a challenge. Turns out being a single dad isn’t that easy - those Hollywood movies lie to you. It's not all fun and games as portrayed on the big screen; I didn't experience too many of those memorable dad-daughter montages.

My wife, Emily's mom, had left us to be with her "new, better family" as she so kindly put it.

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The last couple of months had been quite a challenge. Turns out being a single dad isn’t that easy - those Hollywood movies lie to you. It's not all fun and games as portrayed on the big screen; I didn't experience too many of those memorable dad-daughter montages.

My wife, Emily's mom, had left us to be with her "new, better family" as she so kindly put it. Apparently, we were too much work for her and she was suffering from depression; she ran away with her shrink who had impregnated her and promised her a happier life.

In the long run, I was thankful, since dealing with her wasn’t exactly a piece of cake either...and being around Emily was more than enough to satisfy my needs when it came to women (no, not the dirty stuff of course!).

It took a while to get past the fake sad emotions we had to put on after such a separation ordeal. Soon we had new routines down and got along just fine as expected; my beautiful 18-year-old Emily and I.

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A couple of months down the line, things started getting a little...different. I began feeling truly lonely and missing a woman's touch, but didn't want to put her through having to get a step mom already - not yet anyway.

My brain had rewired itself somehow. I didn't notice until it was too late - I had started turning into a perverted version of my former respectable self.

Emily and I split up the chores - she'd be busy in the kitchen cooking for the two of us while I did the laundry.

From one day to the next, however, I suddenly didn't just pick up her dirty laundry and blindly throw it in the machine...no...I stopped and inspected her underwear thoroughly.

Then I began sniffing it, which brought back memories of her mother and the sick and twisted ways we used to fuck like rabbits everywhere back in the good old days before everything had turned to shit, as relationships normally do sooner or later.

After all, she was her mother's daughter - some of their shared DNA simply had an intricate unstoppable effect on my mind and body, it was some real science shit.

Soon I started masturbating with her used panties and looked at her with a different kind of fatherly love.

Emily was a gymnast - fit as fuck. She basically had a six pack.

Her developing breasts were still growing into the mighty fine pair her mother had, yet they were already comparable to a pair of ripe honey melons. Her ass was thick, no other way to put it.

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