olderstud52
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 15, 2011
- Location
- Canada
As your Father, I have seen you lose your fear of the rules of the house, as your Mother has seen fit to leave you alone far too long, to rely upon your self , when you needed a strict hand to keep you guided. I have watched you leave your righteous upbringing as you took to drinking and drugs. It is time for it to stop.
With the weekend about to start, I return to our country home, far from cell phones and endless interruptions. You have been on my mind far more than you should have been..given that Mom has sole custody of you, and I only visitation rights, when time permits. I have arranged for you to arrive at our country home in time to have ourselves a private meeting before Mom returns, with her boyfriend in tow, no doubt.
Striding though our house alone, I take note of the near-empty liquor cabinet, supposedly well-stocked to my credit card's regret: the lack of decent food supplies in the kitchen, once again I thought my support payments would have allowed more than what is on hand. Entering your bedroom, I cast my eyes upon your messy dresser...littered with empty beer bottles and prescription pill bottles, caps off, mostly empty. Reaching to pick up a thoughtlessly tossed lacy bra, I struggle to read the faded cup size, an incestuous motion on my part.
I allow my mind to wander to our last meeting, in the city for only an evening, but you needed a shower before dinner, and I offered my hotel room. A quick fleeting glance at you as you dashed between shower and suite room wearing only a fluffy towel aroused my interest in you, and I must confess a few naughty thoughts went through my mind as we dined...my eyes casting glances at your young nubile body, dressed to impress your boyfriend later that night. I slept only briefly that night, wondering how you were being treated...were you being loved, .. or fucked?
With the weekend about to start, I return to our country home, far from cell phones and endless interruptions. You have been on my mind far more than you should have been..given that Mom has sole custody of you, and I only visitation rights, when time permits. I have arranged for you to arrive at our country home in time to have ourselves a private meeting before Mom returns, with her boyfriend in tow, no doubt.
Striding though our house alone, I take note of the near-empty liquor cabinet, supposedly well-stocked to my credit card's regret: the lack of decent food supplies in the kitchen, once again I thought my support payments would have allowed more than what is on hand. Entering your bedroom, I cast my eyes upon your messy dresser...littered with empty beer bottles and prescription pill bottles, caps off, mostly empty. Reaching to pick up a thoughtlessly tossed lacy bra, I struggle to read the faded cup size, an incestuous motion on my part.
I allow my mind to wander to our last meeting, in the city for only an evening, but you needed a shower before dinner, and I offered my hotel room. A quick fleeting glance at you as you dashed between shower and suite room wearing only a fluffy towel aroused my interest in you, and I must confess a few naughty thoughts went through my mind as we dined...my eyes casting glances at your young nubile body, dressed to impress your boyfriend later that night. I slept only briefly that night, wondering how you were being treated...were you being loved, .. or fucked?