Chapter 2

Rory watches the other video.

Rory loaded up the second video that he had found on the deceased Dr. Wally Andrews’ laptop. The first had shown that the MILF-y but frigid Mrs. Gabby Andrews had been hypnotized by her psychologist husband into believing that she was still a wanton newlywed so that she’d fuck her husband of twenty years, but the man had mistakenly phrased the orders he’d given her in such a way that anyone could use the the trigger phrase and take control of her mind. Rory had done exactly that, and then filled the voluptuous, auburn-haired beauty with his cum twice when he had visited to reformat the dead man’s laptop.

As the new video started, Rory realized that he was looking at a different bedroom with a smaller bed and a young woman sitting there. Looking closer, he realized that she looked like a younger version of Mrs. Andrews, though with strawberry blonde hair and a slimmer body.

“Do I have to, Daddy?” she asked the man behind the camera, looking uncomfortable.

“Now, Eileen, college will be very stressful,” Rory heard Mr. Andrews’ voice speaking softly and evenly. “Hypnotism has helped your mother relax after getting home from her very demanding job. You don’t want to burn out in your first year, do you?”

“No ... what do I do?”

“Just watch these lights on my phone.” A device blocked the camera, facing the girl so Rory couldn’t see what was on the screen. As her father continued speaking in a relaxing voice, Rory skipped ahead until the phone was out of the way. “Shall we do those stretching exercises we discussed, Eileen?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The young woman had the same unfocused look that her mesmerized mother had on the previous video and got up from her bed to start stretching, almost dancing to an imaginary beat. Through her tank top, Rory could see that her breasts weren’t large like her mother’s, maybe an upper-range B-cup, but now that he could see her legs under her tight shorts, he realized that they were actually nicer than her mother’s.

“You should take off your top and shorts, baby ... allow your body to stretch better.”

Soon, the girl was down to her lacy bra and panties as she gyrated in front of her father.

“Eileen, you feel relaxed now, right?” her father asked her. At her nod, he continued, “I’m actually very stressed myself ... can you see? I’ve done so much for you, so you want to help.”

The girl looked at the man behind the camera as she swayed and then her eyes went down to where Rory figured his lap would be. “Oh.”

“Have you ever given a blowjob before, Eileen?”

She knelt down in front of him. “Just once.”

“Help me relax,” he directed her. Rory saw the camera tilt down as Eileen Andrews took her father’s hard cock into her mouth. Rory had only seen the fat man’s depleted member on the previous video, and had to admit that, engorged, it was thicker than his own, though Rory’s was longer. Not wanting to see the rotund hypnotist’s pleasure, Rory skipped ahead a few minutes before the man blasted his load into his daughter’s mouth. “Swallow it down ... that’s a good girl ... now, when you hear the activation phrase ‘eggplant peach’, you will want to do whatever it takes to help me relax. When I give you the deactivation phrase ‘peach eggplant’, you will return to normal, but you will also feel relaxed and happy, and will not be concerned about any creamy taste remaining in your mouth ... just swallow it down.”

Eileen sat back and nodded as her father fastened up his trousers.

“You should dress again,” he commanded her, and she did so before sitting back on her bed. “You did very well, Eileen ... peach eggplant.”

She blinked and smiled. “I didn’t know what to expect, but I feel great, Daddy! Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie ... we’ll keep working on this through the summer before you go off to college.”

It sounded like this new perversion started in early summer, so Rory figured that the video had been shot just a couple weeks before the overweight man had died of a heart attack. Mr. Andrews had clearly overestimated his morbidly obese body’s ability to satisfy his hypnotized wife in her sexually-energized ‘newlywed mode’ while also being orally pleasured by his own daughter, and now Rory was going to reap the benefits of the man’s weakness. He reached for his mouse to end the video, but then realized from the progress meter that there was more. The video went to black but then came back on again. Eileen was sitting there once more, but wearing just her underwear, and a different set than before, so it seemed that this was a different day.

“Get on your belly, Eileen, and Daddy will give you a massage.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She lay on her bed as directed, unconcerned as her rotund father climbed up onto her back, completely naked. Rory tried not to look directly at the gross, sweaty older man as he rubbed at his daughter’s shoulders.

“Does this feel good, sweetie?” He rubbed his engorged member along her asscrack as he massaged her.

“Yes, Daddy.”

All too soon, the man groaned and spurt his load up his daughter’s back.

“Daddy?”

“Don’t worry, honey, it’s just some sweat.” He quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped up the mess before they both got dressed again. He once again ended the session with the deactivation phrase and a grateful daughter. The video went to black, but it seemed that there was still more.

Now Eileen was sitting on the edge of her bed wearing sexier black lace underwear, her unfocused look indicating that she was once again under the influence of her father’s hypnotic control. The man got behind her on the bed to rub at her shoulders before unfastening her bra. Rory gasped at her wide pink areolas, looking very much like her mother’s, though they seemed even larger on the younger woman’s smaller breasts. Mr. Andrews reached around to cup her boobs.

“Daddy?” Eileen looked confused.

“Just massaging you everywhere, honey,” he explained.

“Um, okay.”

“Feels good, right?” he asked her as he squished her youthful breasts in his meaty hands.

“Yeah...” she sighed.

After tweaking her nipples a bit, Mr. Andrews moved one hand down to his daughter’s trim stomach, massaging as he continued moving downward. “Spread your legs, Eileen.” She did, and his hand went into her panties.

His daughter flinched. “I, uh, don’t ... Daddy?”

“Just another kind of massage, Eileen ... an internal one ... you’ll feel so good...”

She lay her head back into her father’s chest and gasped ... Rory realized that the man’s fingers had slipped inside her. After a couple minutes of stimulation, her mouth opened and her breathing increased. “Daddy, I’m feeling ... uhh...”

“Just let it out, sweetie,” he whispered into her ear.

“Uhhhhohhhh Daddyyy...!” Her body stiffened and she shook in orgasm as her father brought her off. “Mmuhh ... huhh...”

“Such a good girl...” Mr. Andrews told her, kissing her cheek and then pulling his hands away to stand back up. “Now you really need to help me relax as well, Eileen,” he told her as his very hard erection poked at her mouth. Once she recovered from her orgasm, she sucked his member between her lips and he came down her throat within a minute. Afterward, he moved to the camera and the video ended.

Rory sat back. Definitely not as hot as when the man had fucked his mesmerized wife, but the guy had clearly been making progress toward doing the same with his own daughter, who was either eighteen or nineteen if she was heading off to college. Still, what an incestuous asshole! He wondered if Mr. Andrews had gotten any further, but realized from the timestamp on the video that the man had probably keeled over shortly afterward.

The next day, after he was done with work, Rory headed back to the Andrews house. After making sure that no one in the neighborhood saw him, he rang the bell.