Knocking Up My Mind Controlled Daughters

by Amber FoxxFire

Book Cover: Knocking Up My Mind Controlled Daughters

Stacy and Megan were my two lovely 18 and 19-year-old daughters. Each born of a different mother, they were so far apart in mannerisms that they may as well have been strangers.

Megan was the shy bookworm with long-flowing curly brown locks while Stacy was the hot-blooded red-head with a fiery temper to match.

The only thing they had in common was my unholy, illicit desire to fuck them.

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Stacy and Megan were my two lovely 18 and 19-year-old daughters. Each born of a different mother, they were so far apart in mannerisms that they may as well have been strangers.

Megan was the shy bookworm with long-flowing curly brown locks while Stacy was the hot-blooded red-head with a fiery temper to match.

The only thing they had in common was my unholy, illicit desire to fuck them.

It was a desire I'd hidden not only from my wife, but also from myself. I told myself it was natural to be attracted to hot 18-year-old's. Even if they were my own flesh and blood. I mean, it was natural, right? I couldn't help but stare every time I got a glimpse of their lovely legs or a peek down their blouses.

Of course acting on those wicked thoughts was a whole 'nother matter entirely. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever laid a finger on either of them - no matter how hard my cock got when seeing them in all manner of provocative dress.

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Not until my buddy, Steve, took me out for drinks one Saturday after work.

And - in confidence - told me that he'd knocked up his daughter, Alicia.

With a broad smile on his face.

I stared at the man I thought I'd known well for several minutes trying to determine if he was lying or some sick psychopath.

But no, apparently, he'd gotten his hands on some kind of mind altering drug and slipped it to his precious 18-year-old in her tea one night, then proceeded to sneak into her room and fuck the daylights out of her.

All behind her mother's back.

A few months later, she mysteriously turns up pregnant and can't recall exactly how.

Her mother is suspicious, of course, but she can do nothing.

So, he offered it to me.

"I know you have two knockout babes you've probably been dying to fuck..."

I opened my mouth to refute his claims, but then images of Stacy's stiff nipples poking through her flimsy shirt flooded my mind.

"Come on, Dave! I've seen the way you ogle your daughters. Now you can bang them to your heart's content and no one will be the wiser." He slid across the bottle of mind control pills.

I gulped as I grabbed it and looked into his eyes.

"Haven't you ever dreamed of a threesome with Stacy and Megan? Imagine one sucking your dick while you play with the other's breasts? Just slip the pill into their drinks and - voilĂ ! - you've got yourself an obedient mind-controlled slave."

And that's how I ended up with a bottle of mind control pills.

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