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.
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Live well!
The four women sat in Daphne's living room, supposedly planning events for the PTA fundraiser, but other, more interesting, topics kept coming up.
Caroline, a gorgeous redhead, was sitting back on the couch, wearing a pink bikini top and a wraparound skirt. She got a naughty look in her eye and asked, "So now that you've had two weeks, how is this 'Dr Lizardo', as Amy likes to call him?"
Daphne sighed. "Well, I suppose he's trying, but he's still the same old Daddy."
"Always will be, if you ask me," Amy responded. "That dried old goat is so stubborn that he could win a game of blinks against the devil."
"He is trying, though," Daphne said.
"Honey, you're deluded. I've known the man since you and I played with dolls in your playroom. He'll never change. He doesn't want to. He thinks he's perfect just like he is. He's just trying a new approach to bullying you. That's all."
Daphne sighed. "I don't know, Amy. I think he *is* trying to do better. But he does seem to still boss everyone just as much as he ever did. Maybe more politely, but still just as much."
"How is Clark taking it?" Sarah Milsford asked. She was a schoolteacher, with a pretty, straight nose and brown hair that reached down to her waist.
Amy guffawed loudly. "Oh, hubby will do anything his little daisy might ask him to do. Won't he, Daphne?"
Daphne blushed. "Clark and I discussed Daddy coming to live with us for a long time."
"... and he said he'd do anything his little daisy wanted, right?"
Daphne tried to suppress a smile, but it burst forth anyways. "Yes, that's exactly what he said, Amy."
"Of course. And that's why he's going to be useless when you have it out with the old man."
"You don't think there's any way for us to live together, then, Amy?"
"Sure, if you throw away who you are and become his personal robot. Short of that, no. He is a dominating old geezer that wants to control everyone and everything."
A bleak silence hovered for a few moments, then Sarah, the schoolteacher, stood and said she had to be going. Amy started packing her things up as well, needing to meet her husband before dinner.
Caroline stood and fluffed the pillows on the couch. "I've got the whole afternoon free, I'm afraid. You and I could keep on working if you want, Daphne. In fact ..." she grinned mischieviously "... if you want to, we could lay around your pool and get an early start on our tans at the same time."
"Sure, I think I could use a little fresh air and sunlight right now."
"Great!" She unwrapped her skirt to reveal a pink bikini bottom to match the bra. "I'll get us two lemonades out of the refridgerator while you change. Meet you out there."
It was a very warm spring day, one of the days that previews summer's coming, so Caroline filled the lemonade glasses with a lot of ice, then headed outside. Davy was already there, sunning himself in one of the lawn chairs.
"Hello, Mrs McLure."
"Hi, Davy. How's the water?"
"Probably warm. I haven't been in it yet, though."
"Well, I think I'm going to wade in for a few minutes."
Davy admired her figure as she walked to the steps, then down into the water. She was almost his mom's age and married, but, boy, was she a looker. The sun made her red hair glisten with highlights.
"She's a beaut, isn't she son?"
Davy jumped, startled. "Grandpa! Uhm, what do you mean?"
"The red-headed tart. Of course you were looking at her. Something would be wrong with you if you didn't. Besides, why do you think she's wearing that hot pink scrap of cloth? She wants men to look at her."
"Mrs McLure? But she's married."
"Sure, but the guy isn't man enough to keep her. If he was, she wouldn't be traipsing around like that, advertising for some man that *could* keep her happy."
Davy shifted uncomfortably. "I ... I don't know, grandpa. That seems kind of ... extreme."
"Trust me, boy. We're both Blaines, and if there's one thing Blaines know how to do, it's handle women."
David shook his head slightly, watching the pretty woman float about on her back while she waited for his mother to join her.
Grant clasped David's shoulder from behind. "You just keep an eye on that pretty redhead -- just observe her real closely for a while -- you'll see. Underneath, she's a hot little snatch." Then he walked around to the steps of the pool. "How's the water, little filly?"
Caroline had been floating on her back, relaxing, but she leaned forward to stand up. "Oh, Mr Blaine. It's fine -- feels wonderful, actually."
"That's great, honey," he said as he waded in. "But don't call me 'Mr Blaine' -- you'll have me feeling elderly. Please, it's 'Grant.'"
"Okay, Grant. I'm Caroline."
"Hello, Caroline. So, do you come here often?"
"The pool?" She smiled naughtily. "Every chance I get. I'm afraid I'm addicted to the sunshine. Given my 'drothers, I'd spend more time basking in the sun than a lizard." She giggled.
"I've always liked swimming, too. When I was in younger, I even competed at the college swim meets."
"Really?" She raised one eyebrow. "A winner in sports *and* finance, Grant. I don't think you'll find a shortage of women interested in you."
"Ahhh, but none a pretty as thee."
"Charming too." She cocked her head. "But I'm married."
"That's no problem. Anyway, I was noticing your swimming technique a minute ago. If your ego isn't too fragile, I could give you a couple small pointers. If you'd be interested, that is."
She looked at him a moment before answering. "Sure. Alright."
Grant waded over to her. "Okay, turn around this way." He ran his hand over her right hip, cupping the cheek. "This bikini is made out of a really nice fabric."
"Uhh, thanks," she said, gently pushing his hand away from her buttocks.
"Right. Back to swimming lessons. Okay, I'm going to place one forearm across the front of your thighs here, and the other forearm across your abdomen here. Then you lean forward into the water. Good, like that. Now, I'll hold you in place this way while you demonstrate how you normally swim."
Caroline lowered her face into the water and began paddling with her arms. Grant pulled her midsection up several inches, looked at Davy to make sure he was watching, then stuck his tongue out and went through exaggerated motions as though he were going to lick her ass.
Caroline stopped paddling and stood up. "How was that?"
"*Pretty* good. But did you notice all the wasted movement in your arm motions? That will tire you out in no time, wasting all your energy in splashing. Here, let me show you." He turned her until he stood behind her, then raised her left arm with his left. "Now, when you are pulling back with this arm, you should feel the muscles contract here." He placed his right hand over her left breast to indicate the location. "Go ahead and pull your arm back while focusing on the muscles in this area." She hesitantly move her arm and Grant cupped the breast. "Feel that?" he breathed.
"Uhm, yes," she said, giggling nervously, using her right hand to pull his away from her breast. "I think ... I think I've got it, Mr Blaine."
"Good! Splendid! Now one more exercise. Give me your wedding ring."
"My ring?" She asked, cocking her head and twisting the ring around her finger.
"Yes, your ring."
"Uhmmm ..." She pulled the ring off and handed it over. "Here you go."
Grant took it and tossed it towards the deep end of the pool. "This exercise teaches submersive techniques -- it's hard to paddle your way to the bottom of the pool -- as well as techniques of cooperation."
"Submersive ...."
"Come, Caroline." He led her along the ledge of the pool to the deep end. "Now your job is to get the ring. But the water here is deeper than you are tall, so you're going to have to paddle hard."
"But --"
"Now, I'm willing to help you," he whispered. "Every time you give Grant's little soldier a few tugs, I'll give you a little push from up here to help you get a little lower."
"Grant's litte ...."
"You know what I'm talking about, Caroline."
She just stared at him a moment, shocked, then repulsed. "Yes," she sighed finally. "Yes, I do."
"Good. Then let's play 'retrieve the ring.'"
"But --"
"It's the only way you are going to retrieve the ring. And what would your husband say if you came home without it?"
Blushing crimson, Caroline pushed her hand into Grant's swimtrunks and began fondling him. After a moment, she started to withdraw her hand, but Grant said, "The first time costs extra." Her hand went back into the trunks and began rubbing him again.
"Enough?" she whispered flatly after a few moments.
"That'll do," he smiled. "Okay, go down head first, and I'll push a little from up here."
Caroline's head disappeared beneath the surface, and as her legs rose up, Grant put his hand between them at the crotch and began squeezing, not pushing her down at all. Caroline paddled strenuously, but couldn't get deep enough to retrieve the ring. Finally, she broke the surface, panting.
"I can't do it. I just can't do it," she panted, catching her breath. "Please, Mr Blaine. Please get my ring for me. I just can't."
"'Mister'?"
"Please, Grant. Do me this favor." She smiled shyly. "I'll let you rub me a little more. I know you like that."
"Rub you?"
"Yeah," she smiled, taking his hand and putting it against her crotch.
"You're a pretty horny woman, Miss Caroline."
She shook her head. "I don't know ... what ... it is about you. I'm not usually like this. I mean, I have *never* been unfaithful."
"You say this with my hand between you legs."
"Ohgod, I know. I don't know what's happening to me this afternoon."
"You'll let me put my finger up your hole?"
She looked at him. "In return for getting my ring?" She swallowed. He just stared at her intently. "Yes," she whispered.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I'll let you stick your finger up my pussy hole, Grant."
Grant's fingers deftly moved the thin strip of material out of the way, then two of them slid up inside her. She started breathing heavily again, and not at all from her dive a few moments ago.
"You're such a red-headed slut."
"Please don't. Don't call me names."
"Okay, Caroline. Then you can do it. Tell me that you're my little cunt, and I'll dive for your ring."
"Please, Grant. Just rub me a little more instead."
Grant continued to manipulate his fingers in her pussy. It was several moments before she realized he was content to continue doing that and did not intend to dive until she told him what he wanted to hear.
"I'm your little cunt," she whispered. "Your own slutty horny cunt-in-heat. Okay? Please get my ring now."
"As you wish." Grant bent double at the waist, his head disappearing and his feet rising straight up. Then the feet sank as he did, he kicked a couple times, then he reappeared with the ring.
"My ring!" she said quietly, clapping her hands. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth, bewildering her at her own wantonness. "Thank you." She held her hand out.
"Not yet. A trade."
"A what?"
"A trade. Give me your bikini bottoms, and I'll give you the ring I just worked so hard at retrieving."
"My what?! C'mon," she said, moving her hand lightly over his crotch. "Just cop a few more feels off me, okay? Give me my ring, please?"
Grant just floated there, smiling, as she fondled him.
"Don't I turn you on?" she whispered, smiling and drawing her shoulders back.
Grant just continued smiling.
"Bastard!" She untied the strings on each hip and handed him the small piece of pink cloth. "Now give me my ring!"
Grant held up the ring, but when Caroline reached for it, he shook his head. He reached beneath the water and placed the ring just inside her cunt lips.
After a moment, she retrieved the ring and put it back on her finger. Then she licked her lips. "Thank you for getting my ring," she said finally.
Grant nodded.
"When are you going to give me back my bikini?"
Grant smiled and began swimming away, her bikini tucked safely away in his briefs.
"Grant! Please!" she called after him.
"Please what?" Daphne asked from the patio table by the pool, where she was setting down the papers they were to work on.
"Oh, nothing," she said, glaring at him while he laughed. She made her way along the side of the pool to the shallow point nearest the table, careful to keep her pelvis well below the water and, hopefully, hidden.
"Come on out and we'll get started," Daphne told her.
"No, the water just feels so good today that I'd like to float here a few more minutes. I can do just as good a job from here."
"Suit yourself." She sat down, put on her glasses and pulled out two papers.
Grant swam over behind Caroline. "So what are you two young ladies working so hard on?"
"It's plans for a fundraiser, Daddy."
"Don't tell me. A bake-off, right? Listen to an old financial pro. Put a little more imagination into it and give the public what they want. Why, a kissing booth with this red-headed lovely right here would earn you more than any bake-off."
"Daddy!" She looked at Caroline, who was fidgetting quite a bit. "Caroline, I apologize. I -- are you okay?"
"Yes!" she almost shrieked, still fidgeting. "I mean, yes, I'm fine."
"Caroline, this isn't going to work out. Daddy, we appreciate your advice, but we would like to work this out on our own. Caroline, come sit up here so that my father does not feel the constant need to interrupt us."
"Daphne ... I can't."
"Caroline, don't be silly. Come on and let's get to work."
"Please, Daphne. I can't ...."
Daphne stood, concerned. "Caroline, are you okay? Is something wrong?"
The redhead muttered something.
"What?"
"Your father has my bikini bottoms," she said a little louder, her face cast down.
Daphne stood, frozen.
After several moments, Caroline looked up at her. "I said, your father has --"
"I heard what you said! I don't believe this!"
"Believe it, Daffy-Bear!" Grant said, reaching into his briefs with his left hand. He pulled out the hot-pink cloth and threw it to Daphne's feet.
"Good lord! I do not believe this! What the *hell* are --!!!" She caught herself and took several deep breaths. "Caroline," she said in a threatening voice, "Get out here, away from my father, now!"
Caroline looked down again. "I can't," she muttered.
"Why is that?!"
"Daphne, your --" she looked down again and shuddered.
"Caroline!"
"Daphne, you father has his finger up my asshole! I tried to stop him! But he was just so insistent! He's got the damn thing in up to the second knuckle now, and --"
"Caroline! Stop it! Daddy! How could you?!"
"Daphne," Grant spoke up, "We're two consenting adults. And your red-headed friend here is such a hot little piece of ass, that -- well, here, I'll show you." With that, he began walking toward the steps of the pool, steering Caroline in front of him, directing her by moving his finger around in her ass in the direction he wanted her to go.
"Grant! Please!" Caroline squealed as he pushed her up the steps, exposing her pelvis from the water. "Her son is still there!"
"Ohgod!" Daphne muttered and spun around. "David! In the house now!"
The boy simply sat there, staring as Mrs McLure's bare ass rose up out of the water, his grandfather's hand behind it.
"David!" she called, marching up to him. "In the house! Now!"
David got his feet to moving, his mother pushing his back from behind. Grandpa had Mrs McLure all the way out of the water now and was bringing her around the corner of the pool, still steering her with his finger up her anus.
"Davy," he called as the boy walked by, wide-eyed. "She's a real red-head."
"I see, Grandpa. I see."
"Daddy, I--!!!" Daphne clenched her fists and continued pushing her son towards the house.