This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
"Oh, this is ridiculous!" I snapped. "I don't understand why you're wasting
your
time and
my
money on this foolishness!" My daughter Debbie was home from her junior year of college where she was studying psychology.
I thought she should go into law or medicine, that's where the money is. But Debbie takes after her Mother, rest her soul, and wants to be a counselor or something ridiculous like that. At the moment she was asking if she could hypnotize me. What a load of crap!
"Dad, it's a valuable therapeutic tool," my daughter said. Hmph. She never got mad, she was always serene, like her Mother was. No fun to argue with! I knew I'd give in, ever since her Mother passed I can't seem to say no to her. But I always try!
Eventually I took a seat at the kitchen table. Deb said I had to be relaxed. Fine. I expected a dangling watch or something, like the movies, but Debbie just lowered the lights and talked in a smooth monotone.
I admit I might have fallen asleep there for a second but I'm sure I wasn't hypnotized. I felt the same as I always did. Debbie asked if she could try again tomorrow, and I agreed. She's doing well in her studies, if I can help her out I suppose I should. I still think she'd make more money in another profession though.
Well the next night Debbie didn't lower the lights when she tried, and failed, to hypnotize me again. Poor girl, I wish there was something else I could do to help her. I think she might make a good counselor someday, if she can ever get this hypnosis of hers to work.
It's so nice to have Debbie around the house, now that she's on summer break. I'll admit it's an adjustment, I'm a bit stubborn and set in my ways. But I gotta say, sometimes my daughter does know a thing or two. I'm proud of her.
I'm kind of looking forward to Debbie's next attempt to hypnotize me. Corny, but it's time we spend together. I just wish she'd get it right for once, I hate disappointing her. All these tries and still no luck on getting me 'under' as they say.
Actually, part of me is glad she hasn't been able to hypnotize me yet. It's taboo, I know, but I'm suddenly finding my Debbie sexually attractive. I'll find myself noticing what she's wearing, wondering what she'd look like naked. And unless I'm crazy she's been checking me out as well.
Debbie's five eight, wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. She's got a great figure, even as her father I've noticed. Flat tummy, firm chest, not too big, and a decent rump. I try to keep in shape but I do have some love handles and a bald spot, otherwise I think I look okay.
Tonight's attempt at hypnosis is different. For some reason Debbie's dressed in a tube top and a denim miniskirt. I wonder about it but don't ask, I don't want to break Debbie's concentration. I really hope she succeeds this time.
Debbie had been hot for her Dad for a long time now, and now she was going to have him, and
her
way too! He was always so negative for such a hot guy, she'd been using the hypnosis to mellow him out, bring out more of his good side as well as his latent attraction to his daughter.
Tonight he was finally ready. She spoke the phrase that put him under, checked his responses. Everything looked good. "Dad," she said in her smooth monotone, "aren't you warm? Hot even? You should get undressed, it's okay, it's just you and me."
She watched as her father stood up and looked around, he was already unbuttoning his shirt. "Debbie, aren't you hot too? Man, we should turn on the A/C." Soon he was down to his boxers. Debbie said "Hold," and he stopped and stared into space, waiting for input.
