I came home after my first semester at college to find my high school biology teacher, Ms. Kinsley, bent over like this.
"Oh thank god!" She exclaimed. "Robbie! Your father has some sort of mind control powers! He's been making me do disgusting things all week! You've got to help me!"
"Of course, Beth," I said. "How would you like me to help you?"
"How would I like you to help me?" She asked, realizing she didn't know.
"Come now Ms. Kinsley. I'm glad to help you in whatever way you want. What do you want, Beth?" I asked.
I could feel her mind melting and squishing, her will putty warmed up and pliant from my father's ministrations.
"I need you to pound my pussy, Robbie," she said with sudden epiphany. "I need you to pound me with your big pecker until I cum! That's the only way you can rescue me!"
"Of course, Beth!" I said. "Anything for my favorite teacher!"
I proceeded to fuck her quite vigorously. Dad had made me promise not to overdo things on my own while my powers were still developing and so the most I'd gotten at college was a few blowjobs from sorority girls that were already a little slutty. As pliant as dad had left Ms. Kinsley, though, those girls might as well have been nuns by comparison.
"I'm your fucktoy, Robbie!" She exclaimed as I pistoned in and out of her. "I'm your mind-fucked fucktoy!"
Mind control power is hereditary, of course.
You'd think a biology teacher would know that.
