Chapter 3

Rory carefully snuck up to the front door of the Andrews house. He had been fucking the voluptuous widow Mrs. Gabby Andrews every day for six weeks now, but it wouldn’t do to have one of the neighbors ask the older woman about the regular visits from her young gentleman caller when she herself would have no memory of them due to the post-hypnotic suggestions he had been using to take advantage of her. The fact that the 40-year-old woman hadn’t had a period in all that time hadn’t even occurred to him, he was so focused on his own pleasure.

After looking around to make sure that he hadn’t been spotted, he knocked on the door and waited, Gabby’s activation phrase on the tip of his tongue. Once she heard that, she would see Rory as her newlywed husband from twenty years ago and then the sex would start. The door opened.

“Yeah?”

It was Eileen, Gabby’s daughter, looking like a slimmer version of her mother, though with shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair instead of her mother’s wavy auburn locks, and wearing a tight t-shirt and yoga pants. Even after seeing the video her father had made of the older man taking advantage of the mesmerized young woman, Rory was taken aback at how sexy she was in person. He noted that she had gotten her septum pierced ... a small, shiny ring now dangled between her nostrils.

“What?!” she asked as he stared at her.

“Uh ... is your mother here?”

“No, she’s out with a friend. Who’re you?” She crossed her arms across her chest, accentuating her B-cup bust as she gave him a sour look.

Rory’s mind was whirling. A friend? Male or female? Was Gabby cheating on him? Then he shook his head ... she wouldn’t even remember what they’d been doing, so he could hardly blame her for having a social life.

“If you’re just gonna stare at me...” Eileen started closing the door.

He blocked the door with his hand. “Wait! Pickle peach.”

“What?” She gave him a confused look.

It hadn’t worked! But ... he thought back as he felt her push on the door. “Uhh ... oh! Eggplant peach!” He had forgotten that her father had used a slightly different activation phrase for her. Immediately, she stopped pushing on the door and he quickly stepped into the entryway. Eileen was looking at him, her brow furrowed, as he closed the door behind him. From the videos, her father hadn’t given his daughter any commands to see him as anything other than who he was, so Rory using her activation command was confusing her. He had to think fast! “Um ... you will see and treat me as you would your father before he died.”

Eileen blinked and then smiled. “Hi, Daddy!” She pulled him into a hug. “Happy Thanksgiving!”

Oh, right, Rory realized, that’s why Eileen was home: it was the day before Thanksgiving. He never celebrated it himself, and as an on-call tech, vacation weekdays were pretty much like any other day for him. He could feel the young woman’s B-cup breasts pressing into him, causing his cock, which had already been half-hard at the thought of sex with her mother, to twitch back to life. “Umm, how long is your mother going to be out, Eileen?”

“She said she’d be back for dinner.”

Rory checked the time. Gabby liked having dinner at 6 PM so they had a couple of hours. “Has college been stressful, sweetie? Would you like a massage?”

“Yes, that would be great, Daddy!” The young woman skipped down the hall toward the bedrooms with Rory closely following. When they got to her room, she pulled off her t-shirt and yoga pants, leaving her in just her underwear. Apparently her tastes had changed, as she was wearing pink boyshorts-style panties instead of the tighter-fitting ones from the video, but they looked cute on her. Her bra was white but serviceable.

“Uh, get on your stomach,” he told her, and she did so. Rory got naked and climbed on top of her, straddling her butt, before he started rubbing her shoulders.

“Mm, that’s nice...” she moaned, “I missed your relaxation exercises. School’s been stressing me out like crazy...”

“Uh huh...” Rory groaned as he rubbed his hard cock along her panty-covered ass while he massaged her. This was nice, but after weeks of full intercourse with Eileen’s mother, it wasn’t enough for him. He reached one hand back to try to pull her underwear down.

He felt her body stiffen. “Daddy? Please don’t take them off.”

He let go. “Remind me, how far did we get with your relaxation exercises since that day I first gave you an internal massage, uh, sweetie?” he asked her.

“We haven’t done anything since,” she replied.

He realized that he had to be careful. She’d already stopped him because she felt uncomfortable, and he didn’t know how far he could press her without losing the hypnotic control. He got off of her. “Roll onto your side.” She did so, and he spooned behind her before moving one hand under the front waistband of her panties to find her clit.

“Ohh, Daddy, that feels good...”

Rory used his other hand to awkwardly but surreptitiously move the crotch of Eileen’s panties aside before inching his turgid member up toward her blossoming vulva. With the loose boyshorts undergarment, he realized that he didn’t actually need to remove them to access his prize. He blindly bumped the head of his cock around between her legs.

“Daddy?”

“Just going to give you another internal massage, sweetie,” he advised her as he increased his attention to her clit, making her shudder.

“Umm ... okay,” she groaned.

Finally, he felt the tip of his cock nestle itself between her vaginal lips and pressed forward.

“O-hhh...” Eileen moaned.

“I’m home!”

That was Gabby! Instantly, Rory pulled out and dashed for his clothes.

“Daddy?”

“Uhh ... wait for me ... I’ll be right back.” Once he was quickly dressed, he rushed out of her room, calling out, “Pickle peach!” before he turned the corner into the entryway. It wouldn’t do for Gabby to find Rory the tech in her house! Luckily, she was alone.

“Hi, Wally!” the older woman said, beaming as she saw him. “I was just out with ... uhh ... hmm ... that’s weird ... why can’t I remember their names?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he told her, and she didn’t. “You’ve had so much excitement that you should go have a nap, Gabby, honey.”

“Hm? Oh, you’re probably right.” She headed down the hall to her bedroom, and when Rory turned the corner behind her he realized that he hadn’t closed the door to Eileen’s room.

“What?! Who’re you? What’re you doing here?” Gabby demanded of her daughter.

Eileen, still on her bed in her underwear, looked back at her with wide eyes. “Daddy told me to wait.”

Gabby rounded on Rory. “You’re having an affair with, what, one of your patients? And you’re making her call you Daddy?! You fucking asshole!” She rushed at him and started beating on his chest with her fists.

“Stop!! Quiet!” he yelled, and she did, though her eyes were blazing.

Rory quickly figured out what had gone wrong. With Gabby thinking she was his newlywed wife from twenty years ago, she of course wouldn’t remember her nineteen-year-old daughter. He realized that whoever she’d been out with were probably friends who her younger self hadn’t known, which is why she couldn’t remember their names. He moved forward and closed Eileen’s door. “Gabby, you didn’t see Eileen when you got home just now. Also, when you hear your activation command, you will now see and treat me as your husband from a little before he passed away. Pickle peach.”

Gabby blinked. “Oh, there you are, Wally. Did you see Eileen? She’s home from school.”

“Yeah, I saw her. So, that nap...?”

She put her fingers to her temples. “Yes ... I should take a nap ... I feel a migraine coming on.” Probably stress-induced, she thought, just like her late period. She’d been having such trouble lately from ... something. She headed into her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Rory let out his breath and headed back to Eileen’s room.

“Everything okay, Daddy? Mom was acting weird.”

He pulled down his pants and underwear. “Just forget about that ... you didn’t see your Mom when she came home.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Rory didn’t want to chance trying to get his cock inside Eileen again, but he was really worked up from earlier. “Sweetie, I’m really stressed and need your help. Can you use your mouth?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The pretty strawberry blonde university student knelt in front of him and took his length between her lips. After the stress of almost messing everything up when Gabby got home, it didn’t take long before he blew his load into Eileen’s mouth. He could hear her gulping it down.

“Thank you, sweetie,” he told her. “Get dressed.” After they pulled their clothes back on, he stepped through her door. “After I give you the deactivation phrase, you are to close your eyes and count slowly to 100 before moving.” Then, as he pulled the door closed, he said, “Peach eggplant.” He headed into Gabby’s room.

She groaned from the bed, “Wally, I’m trying to nap...”

“Gabby, this one time, you don’t need to have a shower when I use your deactivation phrase. Enjoy your nap.” Then he said, “Peach pickle,” as he closed the door behind him.

After taking a deep, calming breath, Rory got the fuck out of there.

Rory didn’t come around the Andrews’ house on Thanksgiving, not wanting to bump into any of their extended family. He also realized that he needed to be very careful with Eileen visiting for the long weekend, as he had to keep Gabby in ‘mom mode’ so that she’d recognize her daughter. However, having had daily sex with the voluptuous older woman for weeks, Rory found masturbation to be quite insufficient to sate his urges. The next day, he carefully approached the house and rang the bell. When Gabby answered, he quickly gave her the activation phrase and she let him in, though with far less enthusiasm than when she was in ‘newlywed mode’. When Eileen saw him, he said her activation phrase as well and she was happy to see her father ... well, at least someone was, Rory thought.

“Iced tea, Wally?” Gabby asked him.

“Oh, yes, please.” He swigged back a large gulp. “You make the best iced tea, Gabby.”

“Thanks ... it’s because I add some lemonade mix ... oh, I’ve probably told you that a million times, haven’t I?”

“I don’t mind ... I like hearing you say it.” He’d actually been missing her -- well, her newlywed self -- over the last couple of days.

She gave him an appraising look. “You’re being awfully sweet today. You trying to get on my good side?”

He smiled and toasted her with the glass. “Always.”

They watched a movie as a ‘family’ on the couch, Gabby resting her head on his shoulder while Eileen leaned against him from the other side. His cock felt very confused. Finally, when the movie ended, Rory asked Gabby, “Do you want to get an early night, love?”

The older woman sat back. “You’re tired already? Or...?” She looked at the bulge in his jeans. “Oh ... Eileen, honey, we’re off to bed. Try not to stay up too late.”

“Yes, Mom.”

In Gabby’s bedroom, they disrobed, her with much less enthusiasm than when she was mesmerized into thinking that she was half her age. Turning away from him to hide her body, she quickly slipped under the covers. “Can we just make it a quickie tonight, Wally?”