Chapter 11: Mind-Controlled Daddy Loves His Cherry Daughter

Dean Michaels

“We have to use this to help fathers breed their daughters,” my wife, Kimmie, said. A look of absolute excitement crossed her face. Her red hair swayed about her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled. Freckles danced on her features as she beamed at me, cuddled on the couch with our youngest daughter, June.

The pair had just had sex, their bodies flushed. The incest command I had used at church was still active in them even though the device was off. They believed that it was okay. Of course, my wife already had a thing for incest I’d learned. The device merely gave her the confidence to express her passion for it.

Now she knew about the device itself. The commands were implemented so that she knew about it just like I’d come clean to our eldest daughter, Dusk. Revealing the truth was a big step. Something far beyond anything I’d ever imagined when I created the mind-control device.

“Breeding?” I asked her, shocked by this direction.

“Like you’re going to breed our daughters,” my wife moaned, pulling are adorable, fourteen-year-old daughter June to her. They were both petite and could almost past as sisters who were the same age. Or near enough.

“You can breed me,” Dusk moaned. She had made her self into my willing slut, mind-controlling herself into being my whore.

“You want me to breed our daughters,” I repeated.

“Of course.” Kimmie smiled at me like this was the only natural thing in the world to do. “And we can have so much fun doing it.”

“Yeah,” I said.

My wife leaned forward and grabbed my laptop sitting on the coffee table. It was connected to the device and running the program to control it. I had the device plugged into the wall, charging its internal lithium-ion batteries. I had utterly drained it with the fun I had with Dusk while out shopping for parts to make more of them.

“Can I use this?” Kimmie asked, frowning at the screen. “It works on the neighbors.”

“You can use it on anyone who isn’t in our family,” I told her.

“Okay.” She frowned and her brow knitted tight. “Um ... how? Do I click?”

“You have to use the command line, Mom,” Dusk says. “It all uses codes.”

I sat down on the other side of the couch beside my wife and explained how it worked, showing her the map and the dots. Each dot on the GPS map represented a person and had a six-digit hexadecimal code beside them. Then I brought up a macro list of programmed routines as well as showing her what to type and how to format commands.

“Wow, this is complicated,” she said, biting her lip. “Hmm, there are three people at the Reynolds’ house. I want to see Michelle fuck her son.”

“Brett?” Dusk asked.

“Oh, right, he’s your boyfriend,” Kimmie said. “Is that weird for you.”

“He’s boring,” Dusk said. “I’m daddy’s slut. I don’t need a boy when I have a man’s cock to worship. Can I worship your cock right now, Daddy?”

Kimmie beamed. “You are his slut, and that’s so special. I’m glad that you’re worshiping your daddy’s cock. I love worshiping it, too.” She glanced at me. “Mothers should fuck their sons, too. You know, bond.” She smiled like she knew something I didn’t.

“Okay, we just need to figure out who is who at the house,” I said. I believed that B30428 was the son which left 8F031A and 384B0DE to figure out. I typed in the command line:

384B0DE;call the Michaels’ residence to say hi

That dot moved from the living room and then paused. A moment later, our phone rang. June jumped and gasped in astonishment. Dusk beamed. Kimmie bounded from the couch to our house line and snagged up the phone off the cradle. “Hello.” Her smile brightened. “And hello to you, Greg. You have a good one.”

“Okay, so the other two are Brett and Michelle,” I said. I typed:

8F031A, B30428;

I pushed the laptop over to my wife. “Now you just type what you want them to do.”

Samantha Meyers

I leaned back on the couch waiting to unpause the game. Dad and I were playing Mario Kart when Mom came in and pulled him off. I had been feeling so close to Daddy since church. It was like something about going to church had given me permission for my deepest and most shameful fantasies to be good.

For me not to feel it was wrong that I had a little crush on my daddy. He was just such a handsome man. Strong and took care of the family. A provider. How could I not think that was sexy? I mean, there were other sexy guys out there, boys at school. I always thought about them more, but sometimes when I masturbated, my thoughts drifted to him.

I would feel so guilty afterward. Now...

Now I couldn’t help but sit close to him as we played video games together. I just wanted to sit on his lap. To squirm and cuddle with him and pretend we were doing really naughty things. Not that it would ever happen. He would think it was wrong. And he had Mom...

Dad broke away from his talk with Mom. He was a tall man with dark-brown hair he wore cut short and combed neatly. His blue eyes were on me. They had a hunger that I had never seen in them. Something that made me want to thrust out my little breasts.

It made me wish I had big breasts like Mom for me to thrust out.

Dad sat down on the couch beside me. He put his hand on my leg. A heat shot through me. His touch was below my skirt right on my bare skin. He stroked up and down me as he stared into my eyes. I quivered there, my lips parting as my breath quickened. My pussy grew wetter, this molten heat rippled through me. Mom was watching and not getting mad.

“Your mom and I would like me to teach you about sex,” he said, caressing my thigh. “How to please a man. Your future husband.”

“It’s something your father and I think you need,” Mom added from where she watched us.

I swallowed, my mind racing. He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant, what I hoped he meant. I didn’t feel any shame about my desires for Daddy. I wanted him so badly. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a dream. I had to be misunderstanding him.

“Um, how, Daddy?” I asked. “I’ve had sex-ed at school.”

“You’re Dad’s going to take you to our bedroom and make love to you,” Mom said. “I’ll keep your brother distracted.” A big smile spread on her lips, something eager in it.

I shuddered. This was really happening. “Yes!” I threw my arms around Daddy’s neck. “Yes, yes, yes, Daddy. I would love that.”

I gasped as Daddy scooped me up into his arms, holding me. I burst into giggles. I couldn’t help myself. Giddy excitement rippled through me. I was being held by Daddy. Carried by him like I was his bride. My legs kicked and squirmed. My toes curled in my ankle socks. My heart pounded in my chest while my tank top felt so tight about my chest. My nipples throbbed against my breasts.

“I’m going to teach you some advanced stuff,” he said. “Things that you wouldn’t learn in sex-ed. Things that a woman does for her man, but first ... I’m going to show you how your man can take care of you. How he can get you ready for him.”

I nodded as we swept down the hallway and then we were inside his bedroom. Mom closed the door. I had a brief glimpse of her smiling, eager face. Then the door was shut. It was dark in the room, the curtains drawn and muting the daylight. It felt so intimate.

Daddy set me down on the bed with care. I shivered as he stood over me. I bit my lip as he pulled off his t-shirt. I groaned. He was pretty fit. Strong but he did have some love handles. A dad bod, as one of my friends whispered to me. Something sexy even if it wasn’t the sculpted perfection of Jason Mamoa.

I squealed as he unsnapped his jeans. This was really happening. My legs kicked on the bed. I squirmed as Daddy worked off his jeans, sliding them over his hips and exposing his boxers. They tented the front, his dick throbbing and pulsing in them. I whimpered, my hand fanning my blazing face.

I soaked my panties.

He grinned at me as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the striped boxers he wore. I shuddered, feeling the cotton fabric of the comforter beneath my bare shoulders and legs. My hand not fanning rubbed at my belly. A whole colony of butterflies fluttered inside of me. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“You ready?” he asked me.

“Yes!” I moaned, my fingers stroking over the fabric of my t-shirt, feeling the weave.

Daddy shoved down his boxers and his cock popped out. My eyes widened as I stared at my first ever live dick. He was so big. So thick and long. I shivered and swallowed. My entire body squirmed as the excitement mounted. This was so insane. I wanted to giggle. To squeal in excited rapture, but this breathlessness held me as I stared at his cock.

He throbbed. Twitched. His balls swung beneath, covered in his thick bush. The tip was pink and beaded with precum. My pussy clenched. Could he really fit that in me? Would it hurt? Some girls I knew said it hurt real bad. That they were sore for days afterward. Others said it only hurt for a little bit.

I didn’t want it to hurt, but ... That heat inside of me begged to be explored.

He crawled onto the bed. “How are you doing, Samantha?”

“G-good,” I croaked. “Excited.”

He smiled at me and grabbed the hem of my tank top. He rolled it up, exposing my belly. Daddy leaned down and nuzzled at my stomach. He kissed at it. I felt the whiskers on his face, especially on his chin, rubbing rough against me. I giggled and squealed as he smooched up and up my belly as he followed my tank top.

He kissed my navel.

“Daddy!” I squealed as his tongue swirled around inside of my bellybutton. “I didn’t know guys did that.”

He winked at me as he danced his tongue around. Ticklish delight swept through me. My pussy clenched. My breath quickened. He pushed my tank top up higher, reaching up to my breasts clad in my white bra. His lips kissed up after, leaving behind my naval.

Hot smooches. I drank them in. He went higher and higher, the cloth sliding over my little titties. Just A-Cups. Not Mom’s big F-Cups. I wanted to have large boobs like hers, but Daddy kissed over my little titties anyway. He brushed my nipples through my bra cups. I shuddered, my tank top bunched beneath my armpits now.

I had to sit up to let him peel it off the rest of the way, my long braid of black hair sliding out and then smacking into my back. I sank back down, lying on it. I felt the entwined length of my hair rubbing into my back, hard compared to the mattress.

Daddy’s hands slid down my torso, stroking me. The heat swept through my body. I bit my lower lip, whimpering. His touch wasn’t ticklish like it normally would be. It was so hot. He found my skirt, dipping into the waistband. Elastic held it on. He pulled it off of me, I shuddered, squeezing my legs together and thrusting them up in the air as he tugged off the skirt. I was down to my white panties, bra, and ankle socks.

My heart beat faster, pumping heat through my veins. I breathed so hard as he stared down at me. I bit my lip, wondering what he thought about his flat-chested daughter. He must be so disappointed in me. I wasn’t hot like Mom. Wasn’t sexy. I was so plain and boring.

“Lord, Samantha, you are gorgeous,” Daddy breathed.

“R-really?” I squeaked out.

“So sexy,” he groaned, his hands sliding up to my bra now. “You have no idea how glad I am that I can do this. That I can touch you. Love you. I’m going to make love to my beautiful, gorgeous, and sexy daughter.”

“Daddy!” I squealed, the delight rippling over me. “Oh, Daddy, I’m so glad to hear that. I want that so badly.”

He shoved up my bra cups. I gasped as my small titties were exposed. My nipples hard. His thumbs swept over them. I shuddered at his massaging touch. I sat up so he could take off my bra. He tossed it to the side and ducked his head down.

Daddy kissed at the bottom of my right booby. His lips smooched up and up my nipple. I loved the roughness of his stubble on my soft flesh. He came closer and closer to my nub. I sucked in a breath, whimpering in delight.

Then he was at my nipple. His tongue licked it. He swirled around it. I gasped, my body shuddering. Daddy’s touch felt so amazing. I squirmed on the bed, my heart racing as he slid his tongue around my nub.

Then he sucked on it.

I gasped as Daddy nibbled on my nipple. He made my nub feel so naughty. I groaned on the bed, my heart racing. His tongue swirled around it. Then he sucked on my nub. His lips sealed around it while he nursed.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I gasped, my pussy clenching. My poor panties were a sodden mess. This felt so exciting.

My daddy suckled at my nipple. He loved it with his lips and tongue. His hand massaged my left titty, his fingers rubbing my flesh. His thumb swept up and rubbed my other nub. He caressed it in circles while sucking on my other.

It was incredible. It felt so much better than touching myself. It was intense. My pussy grew hotter and wetter. My thighs rubbed together, my little clitoris throbbing and aching. I put pressure on my love button, sparks flaring from it and simmering inside my pussy.

“Daddy! Oh, Daddy!”

He popped his mouth off. “Mmm, that’s the pleasure your husband should give you one day.”

I nodded, my body feverish.

“But there’s more pleasure he can give you,” he said and scooted down my body.

My eyes widened. “Are you ... going to go down... ?” I widened my eyes, so embarrassed to say it out loud.

“I’m going to go down on your pussy,” he growled. “I’m going to lick it and love it and make you cum.”

“Daddy!” I squealed in breathless delight. This couldn’t be happening, but his hands were hooking the waistband of my panties. He was tugging them off my hips. I lifted my rump to let him slide them off. When I came back down, my naked butt rubbed into the cotton comforter now. My skin felt so alive. “Daddy! Daddy!”

I couldn’t stop saying that word. If felt so naughty to say as he dragged my panties up my legs thrust into the air. His lips kissed at the heel of my right foot, nibbling on it as he dragged my panties up and up.

Then my panties were off and he was parting my legs. Embarrassment swept over me again as he exposed my vulva adorned by a sparse down of black hair. My virginal pussy. I bit my lip and whimpered. I felt so open. Exposed.

Vulnerable.

Then Daddy leaned down. He pressed his face towards my pussy. He inhaled and then groaned like he’d smelled the greatest thing in the world. I breathed in and caught my tangy smell. That hot scent of my pussy.

It did smell nice. What did Mommy’s smell like? Was mine as good? Better? Worse?”

“What a delicious scent,” he groaned. His lips kissed into my bush on my pubic mound above my pussy. “Mmm, I’m going to love you.” He kissed lower. “Just make you cum, honey.” He kissed lower still, almost on my slit. “Ready?”

“Yes!”

Daddy kissed my pussy.

I almost came from the exciting heat of his lips on my nethers. This surge of lust shot through me. Then his tongue flicked out. He licked at my hot folds. He caressed through them. It was so good. So much better than using my stuffed teddy bear Daddy bought me when I was five.

His tongue stroked me harder. He caressed over my folds, parting them enough to touch my hymen. He flicked up to my clitoris, brushing it. little sparks burst from my love button. I moaned, my back arching. My breasts jiggled.

My hands seized fistfuls of the comforter. I dug into the soft cloth, gripping it as the heat rushed through my body. My skin felt on fire. It blazed as Daddy’s tongue fluttered up and down my pussy fold.

“Daddy! This ... Daddy! It’s...”

“I know,” he said. “Mmm, and you taste so good. And you still have your cherry. I’ll take care of that.”

I nodded, breathing heavily. My little titties jiggled. I squirmed on my back, feeling my braid beneath me. The bed creaked. I exhaled. My thighs squeezed about his face, feeling the rough shadow of his whiskers on my silky skin.

His tongue stroked me. He caressed up and down my pussy lips. Every time he did, the pleasure surged through me. This wild heat. It was amazing. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was. How much it made me tremble on the bed.

I squeezed my eyes shut as his tongue danced around my clit. His hands shoved beneath my rump. He gripped my butt-cheeks as he sealed his lips around my love button. He sucked. My eyes flew open so wide. They bulged with the shock of pleasure surging through me.

“Daddy!” I squealed, my cunt clenching.

He nursed on my clitoris. His tongue pressed on my love button over and over again. It was amazing. My orgasm built and built. This scary burst of incestuous pleasure that would sweep through me. This was more intense than anything I’d felt.

He sucked so hard on my clitoris. My pussy clenched deep inside of me. That was where the orgasm built. In my core. I gripped the blankets. My body trembling. I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning through clenched jaws.

Daddy nipped my clitoris with his teeth. Lightly. Just a graze. A burst of pleasure exploded from it.

I climaxed.

“Daddy!” I howled, my pussy convulsing wildly.

Daddy abandoned my clit to lick at my pussy. He lapped up the cream flowing out of me while the pleasure rushed through my flesh. I bucked and trembled on the bed, the pleasure rushing through my body and flooding my mind.

All these wondrous delights filled me. My body burst with rapture as he licked me over and over again. He drank my virgin cream. I squirmed and moaned. Stars burst across my vision while my flesh convulsed. I spasmed deep inside of me. It ached more than ever to be filled. For a man. For...

“Daddy! Daddy! I need you! I need you in me!”

Daddy rose, his lips dripping with my cream. It ran down his chin. He rose over me. So big and strong. His cock nuzzled into my virgin flesh. Fear and excitement rippled through me, all mixed in with the pleasure of my orgasm.

Daddy was about to make me into a woman. I trembled there, waiting for the taboo act, fearing it would hurt and yet so eager for it. I wanted him to take my cherry. I gasped as his cock nuzzled into my folds and pushed on my hymen.

“I love you, Daddy!”

He thrust.

I gasped. Pain flared for a moment as my hymen stretched. It popped in a flash of heat. Rapture swallowed it up a moment later. His cock penetrated into me. He filled me up. I gasped out in delight as he filled me. It was incredible.

He slid deeper and deeper into me. He reached towards my womb. My pussy clenched down on him, welcoming him into my depths. I whimpered as I stared up at him. My entire body shook. I trembled, my breasts jiggling.

“Daddy,” I whimpered in awe as I stared up at him. “You’re in me. You’re finally in me.”

“Yes,” he breathed as he leaned down.

His weight settled on me. I gasped as I felt pinned between him and the bed. His hairy chest rubbed into my nipples, the hairs tickling my sensitive buds. My arms hugged him tight. I held him to me, my pussy clenching about his dick.

He kissed me.

Daddy’s lips sealed on mine. His tongue thrust into my mouth. I gasped at the contact. I shivered there, my heart hammering in my chest. His tongue danced and swirled through my mouth. I kissed him with hunger, my fingernails clawing into his back. My pussy clenched around him.

His tongue caressed around in my mouth as I squirmed beneath him. I wanted him to move. To pump away at me. That was how sex worked. I wanted my daddy to make love to me. I ached for the taboo bliss to burst in me.

I broke the kiss, “Daddy?”

“Mmm?” he asked, his big nose nuzzling into my dainty one.

“You’re not ... doing it.”

He smiled. “Just letting you get used to my cock. Your pussy needs to stretch. You don’t want it to hurt, do you.”

I shook my head, trembling. “I love you, Daddy.”

“Love you, Samantha.”

He kissed me again and it was so wonderful. His tongue invaded my mouth. An adult kiss. My tongue played with his as I squirmed beneath him, stirring my pussy around his cock. He was so big in me. I felt so wonderfully full.