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Subject: Title story: "My Dad's So Busy" Author: INCESTOR 71541357
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Date: Mon, 03 Apr 2006 04:47:04 +0000
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My Dad's So Busy
It seemed to me that my father was always too busy to pay attention to me. He
seemed to stay at his computer all day, not doing anything but staring at his
business spreadsheet. You see he was an accountant, and ran his business from
home. I needed to find a way to get his attention. Momma was long gone, having
run away with the guy next door. And I could hardly even think about her without
a feeling little hostility. There was never any thought of custody. Dad had
raised me from the time I was ten years old without a peep from my mother. I had
no idea what my father did for sex. He didn't seem to date very much, and most
of the women he did meet were simply introduced by friends, and he would take
them to dinner once or twice. He never brought them home, and he never spent the
night at their house. I suppose he jacked off a lot. Once, I even searched his
room for dirty magazines and videos, but found nothing. I really had hoped that
I would find some dirty magazines, so that I could look at the pictures and play
with myself, but there just weren't any. I was hoping to see pictures of some
woman sucking a guy's long, hard dick. (One of my fantasies.) I went into his
study, there he was, at the computer screen, working away on a spreadsheet for
one of his clients. That was it! I was tired of being ignored, I was tired of
competing for my father's attention. All those long suppressed feelings welled
up and... I had an idea! I ran upstairs and took off my clothes. I took a quick
shower, putting on some body lotion that smelled sweet and fresh. I went to my
dresser, and found a T-shirt. Putting it on, I looked in front of the mirror and
saw how revealing it was, showing my erect nipples through the material. I
rummaged through my dresser and found a pair of shorts. Nah, I thought, and I
went to my closet, and there, hanging under plastic, was the cheerleader skirt I
had used in my junior year at high school. I took it off the rack it smelled of
mothballs. Putting the skirt on anyway, I pulled it up about six inches higher
than it should have been, and pulled the hem of the T-shirt down. I looked in
the mirror. YES! I could almost see my pussy hairs, but not quite. Perfect, I
thought, this will give him a raging boner if ever there was one. I was hot to
see his reaction. I wanted to see what he would say, and to see if there was a
positive bulge in his pants. I suppose this all sounds pretty perverted to the
average reader. I guess it is. All I can say for my- self is that we'd been
living alone together for years, and ...
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