The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Tom had the week off. He was seated at the island in the kitchen having some breakfast and checking his email when Emily pranced in that morning. She was dressed for the pool with her hair tied back and sunglasses on her forehead. She was wearing a white bikini top, a pool skirt over her bottoms and white sandals showcasing a perfect bright pink pedicure. Her lips were the same shade of pink, and lightly frosted with a gloss. Tom glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as she stopped at the refrigerator to grab a diet coke. He had to ire her body. It was perfect as only a teenager’s could be. As she bent over to take the can off of the bottom shelf her skirt rode up a bit. He shamefully gazed at the back of her thighs and the way they disappeared up under the skirt. Her skin was so smooth. Tom couldn’t believe this was his daughter. He had never dated a woman as attractive as her in his entire life. Hell, he hadn’t seen many women as attractive as her.

“Only the young can look that gorgeous,” he said lightheartedly.

“Good morning, Daddy!” she cooed, her voice high and breathy. For some reason whenever she was alone with her father her voice pitched more childlike. She enjoyed the innocence it portrayed. She used to do this deliberately when she wanted something from him, but it was automatic now. She didn’t even notice that she was doing it.

“Good morning, Muffin,” he replied.

She closed the refrigerator door and spun around with a smile. Her father looked good, she thought, very manly. If her parents split she didn’t think it would take her father long to date again. She should touch his penis.

“What the fuck!? Em!? Where did that come from?” she thought. But the more she thought about it the funnier it seemed. She could do it without him even noticing.

She crossed the room with a smile and gave him a big hug. He was seated on a high stool and she turned quickly towards the table so that she was between his legs. She picked up the half bagel with cream cheese from the plate in front of him, then backed against him and rolled out. She felt the back of her thigh brush his crotch. She stepped back lightly with the bagel in her hand grinning at him.

“Thank you for breakfast,” she teased as she backed away swiftly.

“Give me that!” her father laughed and grabbed at it. She pulled her arm back quickly and took a swift step backwards laughing. Looking him in the eye she stuck her out her tongue and give the bagel a lick then laughed. A large glob of cheese fell off the bagel and landed on the top of her breast.

They both looked at it. Tom didn’t usually think of his daughter in that way, but now he was forced to openly look at the curve of her breast with the large glob of cream cheese resting right above her white bikini top. He could see the slight bulge of cloth caused by her nipple.

“It’s not your fault, Daddy,” she said. Then she put two fingers in her mouth to wet them and scooped the cheese off her breast. She put her fingers into her mouth, closed her lips and drew them out again, making an “mmmm” sound of pleasure.

“Bye!” she said, and turned to bounce out the door to the pool with the piece of bagel and the diet coke.

Later that afternoon Tom found himself puttering around the house fixing some things. Little things that had been bothering him for a while, but not enough to get someone to fix them. He like to fix things himself and now that he had a week off he had the time.

He was laying on the floor, tightening a screw under his desk chair. He thought about the morning in the kitchen with Emily. He had found her physically attractive and the thought bothered him. It didn’t help that she had almost every feature that flipped the triggers in his brain. She was blonde haired and blue eyed, generous breasts and a perfect face. That lipstick this morning was pure torture. And her voice too, that childlike timber. It was so wrong. Her whole damn personality was so...playful. Then a distressing thought occurred to him. Did he find her attractive because she had all these features? Or, heaven help him, were those features his “type” because his daughter had them? How could it be that his daughter practically mirrored his ideal wet-dream and he’d never noticed before?

“Daddy?” came Emily’s voice from the hall.

“In here, babe,” he replied.

Her heard her footsteps, light, barefoot. He looked out from under the chair and she stood framed in the doorway. He expected the bikini and skirt but she had changed into a white floral summer dress. Her hair was damp. The summer dress didn’t do anything to hide the shape of her body. In fact, her breasts seemed almost larger under her dress than they had in the bikini top earlier.

“What are you doing on the floor?” she asked.

“I’m fixing my chair,” he replied simply.

“Oh,” she said and looked a the chair. “Is it fixed?” she asked, crossing the room to him. She stepped over him so that she was straddling him facing the chair.

Tom could see right up her dress. He couldn’t help it. She was wearing white panties. Not cotton but some kind of shiny cloth, like silk or satin. She leaned forward slightly at the hips to touch the back of the chair, pushing against it to rock it back and forth. Her crotch swung towards him as she leaned forward. For an instant, Tom felt the shameful urge to reach up and run his thumb along the soft silky cloth covering her mound. He looked away. Above him she turned and plopped herself in the chair kicking herself in a circle.

“Weeee, it works,” she said extending her legs. She spun above him.

When she came to a stop she stood up and stepped over him lightly, flashing him again..

“You try it!” she said.

Tom put the screwdriver back in his tool box and stood up.

“What do you need, Muffin?” he asked.

Emily bit her lower lip shyly. “Touch it, Emily. You want to touch it.”

“What makes you think I want something?” Emily asked in her little girl voice twisting back for forth. She stepped forward to hug him.

He hugged her back laughing, “Now I know you want something.” She felt warm. A heavy breast was pressed against his arm.

Emily turned away, subtly brushing her hip against his crotch. She stepped back and was about to tell him what she needed when she realized that she still really, really, really wanted to touch his penis. She sneaked a glance at his crotch.

“Finish your chair first and I’ll tell you.” she said.

“It’s done,” Tom said happily and he turned and sat down, rocking back and forth. “No squeak.”

In a rush of flying blonde hair Emily landed in his lap laughing. The chair tipped back to it’s limit and they both instinctively leaned forward to keep from falling. She hadn’t sat in his lap in maybe a year or more. She was lighter than he thought she’d be. Her hair smelled amazing.

“It’s my shower,” she said. “I was trying to take a shower, but it isn’t working right.” she said.

“Um, okay, I’ll be up there in a minute.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” His cock was directly under her ass. She could feel it. She ground against it as she climbed off his lap. It worked. “Emily 2, Daddy 0” she thought to herself smugly as she strode out of the room.

Tom hadn’t had a woman in his lap like that in a while, and frankly, he hadn’t had a woman like Emily in his lap ever. When she landed in his lap, his cock had been right between her ass cheeks. Obviously she didn’t realize it, but when she wiggled while getting up he realized he was hard.

Tom took a few minutes to collect himself then gathered up his tools and headed up the stairs. Emily’s door was open and when he entered she was sitting on the bed with her legs curled back behind her.

“What’s wrong with the shower?” he asked.

“Hardly any water comes out,” she said.

He entered the bathroom. If there was a typical teen bathroom this was it. There must have been 1,000 bottles, cans and jars on the counter. He set his toolbox on the closed toilet lid and reached into the shower to turn it on. The spout was a rain shower head, dropping water down from the ceiling. She was right, the water spurted a bit, then dribbled, then spurted some more, then dribbled. He turned it off.

He needed to replace the spout. There was a spare in the garage. He reentered the bedroom and said, “I need to get the replacement spout from the garage.”

“Oh, I’ll get it,” Emily said eagerly. She hopped off the bed and rushed out the door before Tom could respond. He went back into the bathroom. It only took about 5 minutes to remove the old spout. Emily was standing in the doorway holding the box with the replacement spout in it.

“How did you know…?” he asked.

“It’s on the shelf right in front of where I park. I see it every time I come home.” She looked at the side of the box, “Rain Head.” She handed it to him and laughed.

“What?” Tom asked.

“Nothing,” she smiled. “I love giving head,” she thought. It was a dumb joke, but she had run all the way down to the garage and back to make it happen.

She hopped up and sat on the edge of the sink and watched her father put the new shower head up. She was horny. Watching the man of the house work with tools felt good. It didn’t bother her at all that it was her father making her horny. She didn’t connect those dots. She just enjoyed watching him work and she enjoyed feeling horny.

It only took a few minutes to replace. Tom turned it on and off real quick to check. “All better,” he said.

Emily hopped off the sink. She squeezed past him into the shower and looked curiously up at the new shower head. She looked at her father and smiled slyly.

“What?” he asked warily. And then, to his shock, she reached out to her side, grasped the handle, and cranked it on.

A torrent of water poured out of the spigot above her and drenched her completely. The white floral dress turned transparent instantly and plastered itself to her body. She laughed delightfully and turned her face up to the water. “You fixed it!” she cried, spinning in a circle, “I’m so wet!”

Though he looked away almost instantly in shame, the image of his daughter’s naked body was burned into his brain. Her body was perfect! Her breasts where huge and firm, her nipples large and pointed. Her stomach was flat and toned, the hips wide. The curves of her ass cheeks were a dream.

Tom lowered his head and grabbed his tools. She was still laughing joyfully, apparently unaware that she was effectively naked in front of him. Tom swiftly fled the room.

“I love you, Daddy,” he heard her call out.

That night was movie night. Tom sat in his chair. Emily had grabbed some pillows from the couch and was laying on the floor. She was dressed casually in a little cotton halter top and shorts.

As they watched the film Tom’s thoughts kept returning to the uncomfortable desires he was feeling for Emily. It was wrong, he knew, but he kept wondering how she had grown to be so...perfect, overnight. The incident in the shower kept coming back to him. He couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect her body seemed. How much he had wanted to grab two handfuls of that ass and pull her against him.

To make matters worse, the movie she had chosen was, well, a bit risque. A troubled teen girl had worked her way into a host family and was slowly seducing the father.

Tom wasn’t really paying attention to the film. Emily was lying on her stomach on the pillows on the floor. As Tom watched, she started to idly kick her right foot up and down. He ired the shape of her thigh as it flexed. He had to it that it was an attractive leg.

As he watched her, he noticed something odd. With each kick of her leg, some way, somehow, her shorts were shifting a little higher and a little tighter. Tom couldn’t help but steal glances with each kick.

Kick. The shorts tightened around her ass a little more. Tom was staring openly now, fascinated.

Kick. The shorts tightened a little more. He shifted in his seat.

Kick. It was now rock tight against her ass and was starting to reveal the mound between her legs.

Kick. He could clearly see her camel toe.

Kick. Tom realized that his cock was hard. He shifted in his seat again and discretely reached down and adjusted his pants to be more comfortable.

Kick. The shorts were now plastered tight against her rear, so tight they looked like they were painted on. Her pussy was fully defined. The kicks weren’t pulling it any tighter now, but each time they would pull the fabric into the folds of her cunt and then release again. She was kicking slower now. Lazily up, and the cloth would pull tight in between her cunt lips. She would hold it there for a moment, and then lower her leg back down and the cloth would relax again. It was still rock hard against her butt, her mound fully visible. Then she would kick again and it would tighten to full definition.

“Do you like it?” she asked him.

Startled, Tom’s eyes darted to her face guiltily. She was looking over her shoulder at him with a quizzical smile.

“Um…” Tom said, at a loss for words. He could feel his face flushing with guilt.

“Oh no,” she asked teasingly, “is it too sexy to watch with your daughter?”

The movie! Oh thank God, she’s asking about the movie! Tom looked at the screen. The young blonde vixen had sneaked into the laundry room and was pushing a pair of her panties deep into a pile of men’s clothing.

“Look at you! You’re blushing!” Emily laughed. She turned back to the TV.

Tom’s pulse slowly returned to normal. On the screen the movie had reached it’s third act. The panties had been found and the husband and wife had fought. The wife had stormed out of the house and now the husband was going to confront the vixen.

Emily began kicking her leg again. Tom tried to ignore it.

On screen the husband found the vixen in her bedroom. They began to argue.

Emily kicked her leg again. Tom’s eyes darted to her rear. The shorts were pulled taught against her ass as before, the cloth pulled in deep as ever between her pussy lips. It was the most perfect ass Tom had ever seen. How could she not feel this?

In the movie the young girl slaps the man and he grabs her wrist angrily then forces her arm behind her back. They are close now, chest to chest. She looks up at him with a mocking pout. The man kisses her fiercely. She pretends to struggle a bit, and then they are kissing.

Emily starts to kick her leg more rapidly. Tom can hear what’s going on on the screen, but he’s captivated watching the shorts tighten and loosen on his daughter’s cunt.

The girl turns to get away but he still has her wrist trapped. She’s spun around against the dresser now, pushed forward over it. The husband begins to thrust his hips against her. She utters cries of anger and frustration.

Tom is now laser focused on Emily’s cunt. As the two characters fuck on the screen the man’s grunting is becoming more urgent. He’s approaching his climax. In front of Tom he’s startled to see the cloth covering Emily’s crotch starting to darken. He throws a glance at her face but she seems normal, watching the TV intently, sipping from the straw inserted into a can of Diet Coke. Her leg kicks again drawing his eyes back to the perfect crotch below her ass cheeks, definitely damp. Summoning all of his willpower he screws his eyes shut.

With his eyes closed, he can hear the husband reach his climax on screen. At that same moment he thinks he hears a short, sharp, intake of breath from Emily and a tiny, tiny squeak.

To Tom’s relief, the movie doesn’t last much longer. The wife returned to the home with resolve. She confronts the vixen in the upstairs bedroom and they begin to fight. The struggle ends up out on the balcony where the Vixen tumbles to her deserved death. A few scenes showing the happily-ever-after and the credits roll.

Emily rose. She had the remote and turned off the TV. She yawned and stretched, pulling her top tight against her breasts and revealing some under-boob for a second.

“I’m going to bed,” she said.

“Good night, Muffin” Tom mumbled.

Emily stood still for a moment gazing at her father. He was sitting reclined in his chair and she wanted to hug him goodnight. Hug him goodnight and touch his penis. She thought about trying to climb into his lap again but it would seem so awkward with the way he was reclined. Besides, rubbing her ass against his dick was too easy, too boring.

“Good night, Daddy”, she said and leaned over to hug him. She over balanced and fell, placing her palm firmly on his crotch. It was only for an instant, but it seemed like eternity to her. She felt the thickness of it under her palm. It was warm through his slacks. The movie had obviously turned him on as well. It was larger than her hand, she couldn’t feel it all.

Her father flinched and she pulled her hand back immediately but she’d closed her fingers slightly as she did. It was the lightest of all squeezes but it was all she dared.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Daddy!” she exclaimed with convincing embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” he said flatly. He wouldn’t look at her. She was embarrassed but also aroused. She had done it again. She moved quickly to the stairs and started up the stairs towards her room.

“Sleep tight, Muffin,” her father called from below.

Emily froze. She had to touch his penis again. “Oh god, there’s no way Em.” She ran up the stairs to her room.