Foreword: This story is principally about mind control, or perhaps mind alteration is more accurate, as the user of the plot device has little control over what it does. Later chapters will also feature other fetishes including incest, transformation, lactation, petplay and other elements of BDSM, and more. Most of the sex scenes are FF or FFF, but later chapters include variations on MF pairs or groups. Individual chapters will be tagged as appropriate for their individual contents; please check them for your turn-offs before reading. All principal characters are at least 18 years of age, and any resemblances to actual persons are entirely coincidental.
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Jennifer Berman was in mourning, technically speaking. She had received news a few weeks ago that her biological father had passed away from heart problems, but she hadn't ever met the man, who had gotten her mother pregnant some 39 years ago and promptly vanished. To her surprise, he had remembered her in his will, as he had bequeathed to her his house and everything in it, plus a small but not insignificant amount of money.
The house itself was fairly nice, on the larger side for the sleepy suburban community in which it was located. Perhaps even more surprising, it was located only one town over from where Jenny's elder daughter Madelyn, aged 21, attended college. So now Jenny and her younger daughter Allison, who at 18 had just graduated high school, were planning to spend at least part of the summer staying in the house to go through the deceased man's things and figure out what to do with them. Madelyn had promised to help out as well, whenever she wasn't needed at her waitressing job or summer courses.
*Saturday Afternoon*
Allison was sprawled out on the couch, groaning in an exaggerated way and fanning herself with her hand. "Geez, mom, take a break why don't you? It must be 150 degrees in here!" she complained.
Jenny laughed as she dropped a cardboard box on the dining room table, replying, "Living up north has spoiled you! I guess you don't remember it, but we lived not too far from here when you were a little girl. You were born for this kind of weather!"
"That's nonsense and you know it, Mother," Allison responded with exaggerated formality, then in a more normal tone, "So what's in all those boxes?"
"This is all stuff from the master bedroom. I emptied all of the drawers and cabinets and brought them down here to sort through. It may not be 150 degrees, but it's definitely hotter upstairs. Now get in here and help your senseless Mother go through all this junk." Allison just groaned again in response. "If you find any cash, you can keep it," Jenny said with a smirk.
"Be right there!" the suddenly energetic teenager exclaimed.
The two women had been at it for almost an hour, and Allison was $40 richer for her efforts, when Madelyn walked in, still in the skirt, blouse, and heels combo she wore for work. "Hey mom, hey Allie, how's the grave-robbing going?" she called from the foyer.
"Stop calling it grave-robbing, Maddie, that's morbid!" said Jenny, albeit with a laugh. "It's only a grave if there's a body. We'd have found any that were here by now!"
Maddie gave her mother and sister both a peck on the cheek before settling herself at the table across from Jenny. "So, we're just going through these boxes looking for things to pawn off?" she asked, pulling one of the boxes toward her.
"Well, not exactly. If you find any receipts or important looking documents, they go in the pile in the center of the table," said Jenny. "Anything that looks like personal correspondence goes in this pile. I'm still trying to figure out if he had any friends or other relatives. The lawyer who did his will said I was the only named heir, and that he didn't know anything about my father's personal life. I keep expecting someone to call or show up looking for him, but so far, nada. Oh, and if you find any cash, you can keep it."
