Teasing the Father and Marrying Son

No involvement of under 18 person is mentioned.

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I was happy like never before: I got accepted to ASU! It was my number one choice, and I got it.

Our family resides in a small town in Vermont. The state is beautiful, but during the winter, it is too cold for me. I always preferred hot weather. My friends warned me that in Phoenix's summer I'd bake in the sun, but I ignored their advice. Not only high temperatures were OK, but during summer vacations, I could return home if I wanted. Besides, Sandy, my BFF was also coming to Arizona.

After finishing high school, I looked in Tempe for a small apartment not far from the campus. After a week of searching online, I saw a place I liked. Money was never the issue; I was a single child, and my parents were wealthy. Sandy was already in Phoenix, and I asked her to check the apartment. She called me a day later, "Emily, it's beautiful. It's in a single level housing apartments complex with two bedrooms, a renovated bathroom, nice kitchen with new appliances, Laundry and washing machines, a small basement, a covered balcony, and even a private jacuzzi in the small yard. I checked the walls, the plumbing, electricity, and Wi-Fi - Everything worked fine. The only catch is that the rent is 50% higher than most apartments of that size."

I chuckled, "Not a problem. Tell the owner I'll call him this evening to secure the apartment, and agree to pay him several months in advance."

Two and a half weeks before the beginning of the school year, I drove a rented van with the stuff I thought I needed toward Tempe. The drive took me 4 days, but I liked driving and went through states I never visited before. The apartment key waited for me in a hidden place with a card, congratulating me on my arrival at my new residence. It was almost 100 degrees at 4 pm when I parked my van in front of my door. I started unloading the car.

Shortly after I began moving my luggage, a middle aged man showed up. He smiled at me, "You must be the new occupant of this apartment. My name is Morgan. I am one of the neighbors. It's still hot outside. Let me help you carry the stuff inside, so you won't have to stay in the sun for too long."

I smiled, "You are very kind sir. My name is Emily. Sorry I will not be able to offer you a cold drink, but once I am settled, I will."

He grinned, "Don't worry about it. I guess you are a student at ASU. My son, Ryan, is also a student here. He is about to start his junior year at the university. These days, he travels with a couple of friends, and is somewhere in Montana. Unlike me, he doesn't like the scorching sun around here and tries to leave the place at every opportunity."

After emptying the van, I rested in front of the large screen TV for an hour, and then went shopping for food in the nearest supermarket. I filled the kitchen closets and the new fridge with the necessary stuff and rested again. Yes, I loved the heat, but I got tired more easily.

...

I had more than a week before the school year started. I decided to take advantage of the weather, get some tan on the balcony, and use the jacuzzi later in the evening. On the first morning, at 10, I put on my skimpy white bikini, spread a large soft towel on the floor, and lay down on my back. I felt fantastic and closed my eyes. About 15 minutes later, from the corner of my eye, I noticed something shiny in one of the next building's windows. I ignored it. Later I turned on my tummy and unclasped my bra straps to get an even tan. I stayed in that position for half an hour and then turned again into a supine position. The shiny stuff seemed to be moving slightly, but I didn't care. After another 40 minutes, I was sweating. Even though the heat in Phoenix is dry, I drank a pitcher of lemonade while tanning, so I did perspire.

I took a shower and stayed for a long time under the cool refreshing water. Then, just as happened on the balcony, I noticed a light shining on me from the same window in the opposite apartment. It was weird. Did somebody hang something shiny outside his window? I continued soaping myself and decided to check it later. I dried up, put on a robe, and went to my bedroom. I pulled out my opera binoculars and gazed at the shiny window, but it was now closed with nothing shiny hanging on it. Was I dreaming? I started making my lunch and forgot all about it.

In the afternoon, I strolled around to inspect the neighborhood. It was 95 degrees, but wearing a summer blouse and skirt, I had no complaints. As I was returning, I saw Morgan walking toward me. I smiled and said, "Hi, thanks again for the help yesterday. I owe you a cold drink, so whenever you wish to stop by, be my guest, and I'll add some cookies too."

He smiled, "That will be nice. What do you do later?"

"I planned to use my computer for a while, and after dinner, enter the jacuzzi."

"Good idea. I may take you on your offer tomorrow or the day after."

I ate my dinner, which included a large salad and fruit yogurt. Then I put on my other bikini, the red one, and went to the jacuzzi. Just like Sandy told me, everything worked fine. I removed the cover and saw the water surface was clean. I operated the bubbler and noticed the water temperature was 102 degrees. Perfect! I placed a pitcher with fruit punch by the edge and slowly entered the water. I loved it. Many people like to immerse themselves in hot water when it's cool outside, but not me. I sat in the water and resumed reading a book that I started before arriving in Arizona. My mind was focused on the dramatic plot, when the window from across began blinding me once again. It was the same window. From a distance, it looked like the window was open, and a mirror was directed at me. Was it a child playing games? Was it a voyeur? Well, the window was far away, and no danger was imminent, so I dropped the subject and continued reading.

Later, in bed, I remembered these episodes and attempted to find an explanation. The shine appeared both in the morning and late afternoon. It was already the summer vacation, so it could be a naughty kid. After all, adults usually worked during the day. Before falling asleep, I thought to ask Morgan who lived in that apartment.

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The next morning, I looked through my window and saw Morgan coming out the door of his apartment. It was the same apartment with the shiny window!... But since his son was away, he was the only one in his place... Was Morgan a perverted voyeur? How could it be? He was so nice and helped me... I was confused.

Later in the day, Morgan called me and asked if he could visit in the afternoon and have a cold lemonade or iced coffee. I invited him at 5:30 pm. Initially, I planned to inquire him about the shiny window but chose to skip it for now. He was nice to me, and my questions might embarrass him. Even if he was peeking at me, there was no risk involved.

The more I thought about it, the more it amused me that a man his age found me a target of spying on. I was 19, 5'5", 132 pounds, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, but my face was average at best. My breasts were on the large side, D cups, and my hips were too wide to be considered really sexy.

In my senior year in high school, a few guys asked me out, but I wasn't interested. Back then, I concentrated on ensuring my scores would be high enough to get accepted to a good college.

Morgan knocked on my front door on time. He brought me flowers. I thanked him and arranged them in an empty vase. I noticed his eyes ogled me when I placed the flowers. So he was the dude who watched me from the window... Was he doing it with binoculars? It would explain the shine... I served cookies with iced coffee for both of us, but I was still reluctant to talk about his voyeurism.

I asked, "You told me about your son. Where is your wife?"

"She divorced me many years ago. She now resides in California. Ryan lives in the dorms during the school year, and alternates between his Mom and me during his vacation. Whenever he is not on a trip, that is."

"I do not wish to pry, but did you try going on dating services online?"

"I tried twice, but no luck."

"I think your chances of finding a good lady are good. You are quite tall, not fat, and your head is full of hair. You are not very old either. By the way, what job do you have?"

"I am an independent CPA. It has many advantages, the most important is being able to do most of my work from home." Now I understood how he could stare at me during the day...

We chatted about ASU and the neighborhood, but I was distracted. Morgan seemed to be a nice guy who was mostly alone, likely bored, and with no female companion. So that's what pushed him to ogle a young girl wearing a skimpy cover...

After he left, his voyeurism created a conflict in my brain. It was not 'normal', or shall I say decent; on the other hand, he found my body worth peeping at, which gave me a sudden rush.

I had about a week before my classes were to start. After thinking about the subject some more, I chose to play Morgan's game. He obviously was fascinated with my figure, so why not tease him a bit? If he had nobody to touch, at least it would give him somebody to look at.

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The next day, after breakfast, I put on my bikini and lay on the balcony like before. But after 10 minutes, I began spreading sunblock lotion on my skin. The shining object in the window returned. I slowly rubbed the lotion on my neck, then shoulders, and moved down to my tummy and legs. Next, I unfastened the bra straps, removed my bra, and sensually massaged my tits with the oily stuff. The shiny thing in the window was no longer steadily aiming at me. It jiggled on and off of me. Geez, was he trembling or... jacking off? I remained topless for the next 15 minutes, now and then kneading my boobs 'to smear additional lotion'. It was fun to think that my action aroused Morgan. I gazed at the windows in the other apartments, but all of them were closed. Teasing the guy made me horny as well. I went to my bedroom, pulled my Jack Rabbit, and masturbated myself envisioning Morgan playing with his erect dick until he climaxed...

Later, toward evening, I went again to the jacuzzi. I wore the other bikini, and added a large hat and dark sunglasses. With these glasses, I watched his window more directly, and saw his face. He was holding a binoculars in one hand, while the other was underneath. Was he playing with himself?... I unclasped the top part and bent backward on the edge, which raised my big tits. The thought of him getting excited hardened my nipples, and I played under the water with my cunt. I closed my eyes and fingered myself. Minutes later, I orgasmed. Then I opened my eyes again, and saw Morgan in the window, still watching me intently. I left shortly after.

The following day, in the morning I again played with myself before my voyeuristic admirer. In the afternoon, I decided to up the ante. I called Morgan's phone and asked if he wished to join me for a late evening tea. He happily agreed.

I wore a short skirt and a thin blouse with 2 top buttons undone and a transparent bra underneath. I added a touch of red lipstick. When I opened the door, his eyes widened. He mumbled, "Emily, you look very pretty today."

I faked being confused, "Why? I wear simple clothes, and except for a little lipstick, I haven't changed much since yesterday."

He stuttered, "You haave a terrific boody, and less cover loooks good on you."

"So you think I'd look good in a swimsuit? I beg to differ. My udders are too big, and my hips need reduction."

He blurted, "Isn't it amazing that beautiful women always find a reason to hate their bodies? I think that you are gorgeous, and need no change whatsoever."

I mumbled, "Trust me, under these clothes, my body is far from perfect."

He stayed silent. Of course; how could he admit that except for my cunt he saw all of me?...

I prepared the tea with a donut, approached him, and bent my upper body, giving him a front seat view of my ample tits. His hungry eyes stared at my cleavage until I coughed slightly to hint my face was up there. He smiled embarrassingly and murmured, "Emily, you are a nice girl and very attractive."

I grinned, "Thank you, sir. It seems like until I start school, you are the only one who will make me feel good about myself."

Then I inquired about his son. Morgan said Ryan was 21, 6'1", 180-185 pounds, with long brown hair. He loved traveling and would be back in 2 days. I told him that when his son arrived, both of them should come visit me. He promised to do it. As he was leaving, he kissed my cheek by the door and whispered, "I like you, Emily. For me, you are like a breath of fresh air." There was a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. I chuckled, "Thank you. I'll remember that."

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The following day, I continued teasing Morgan by walking in my apartment, making sure the windows toward his place were fully open, and having on only a set of low cut panties. His face was glued to the window each time I passed by one of the windows. Later, I began doing yoga poses on the balcony. Like before, his window was the only one open. As I was performing a bridge pose, 'unintentionally', my top got unclasped and shot off my chest. I calmly stood up, checked the buttons on the straps, sighed, and continued the yoga topless for another 15 minutes. The shiny reflection on my body seemed to jiggle rhythmically. I chortled; he was masturbating while ogling my generous tits bounce...

Later, when I took a shower, I thought how I've changed since arriving in Arizona. I wasn't very shy about my body, but I was never an exhibitionist. And now I was happy to feed a voyeur with never seen before views of my naked body. For some reason, these thoughts were not accompanied by guilt or shame, but... arousal. A horny feeling which required satisfaction I could only partially accomplish with my toys. I hoped once my school year started, I'd find a good guy to share my life and physical needs with.

...

Late in the afternoon, Morgan texted me, 'My son just arrived from his long trip. I'd like you two to meet before going back to school. Would you like to meet us tomorrow either at your apartment or mine for an afternoon coffee?'

I texted back, 'Be with your son at my place at 4:30 pm.'

I haven't had opportunities to dress up since arriving at Tempe and chose to wear a short white dress with a plunging neckline, 2" heel shoes, and a long necklace, which ended just above my ample cleavage. I looked sexy, but Morgan already saw much more than I showed now, so why not?

They rang the bell 5 minutes late. Morgan entered first. He gave me one look and froze at the threshold. I heard his son telling him, "Dad, come on, get in." Morgan woke up and moved slowly inside as his eyes explored my large, mostly exposed rack.

His son was impressive. Taller than his Dad, with longer, somewhat curly, dark brown hair and piercing eyes. His face was very handsome, and his figure athletic. Ryan was hot!

Morgan recovered and introduced us. Ryan smiled and said, "Dad, you mentioned Emily was a cute young lady, but I beg to differ. She is sexy as hell. And I love that she is not shy to display her assets."

Morgan was shocked by his son's words, and he apologized, "Emily, I am sorry. Ryan had just returned from a long travel and forgot his manners. Usually he is much more polite in the presence of people he just met."

I smiled, "No need to feel uncomfortable. Whatever he said was intended as a compliment. I always preferred to hear from people's mouths what they thought than to find out later that their talk did not reflect their true feelings."

Ryan shook my hand, "And a wise lady as well. I like you already."

I grinned and served coffee with slices of chocolate cake. As I moved from the kitchen to the table and back, I noticed Morgan's eyes were constantly ogling my tits, while Ryan's moved from my chest to my legs and my face. Yes, the son was curious and checked me out, but unlike his father, he showed interest in my face too.

Most of the chat around the table was about ASU and what I should expect in my first year. Then we talked about Ryan's latest trip. He was accompanied by 2 friends and together they rented a car and toured much of the northwest states. I said I was jealous.

Ryan laughed, "Emily, on the next school vacation you can join us. The plan is to go to Western Canada, the Canadian Rockies area.

"I've heard about this area between Banff and Jasper. The scenery, the wild animals, I'd like one day to do this trip."

"Let's keep in touch and, when time comes, see how we feel about going there together."

With Morgan smiling, Ryan and I exchanged phone numbers.

...

The first week at school, I attempted to adjust to the new learning mode, get acquainted with the unfamiliar schedule, and meet some of my new classmates. By Friday evening I was tired. I barely finished showering, and I heard my phone ringing. It was Ryan. He said, "I arranged a small party here and invited several friends. Would you like to join us? If you do, come in an hour. We won't have real dinner, but snacks and legal drinks will be available."

I was exhausted, but felt better after the shower. The opportunity to meet potential friends was the key factor that convinced me to go. When it was over, I didn't regret it: I wore a simple midi style dress with normal heels shoes, and did not overdo my face, but still most of the guys found me worth pursuing. They ogled me with hungry eyes, tried to chat with me, and suggested they were interested if I were. Ryan was different. He talked with others and now and then checked that I was OK. One of the guys became drunk; yes, I realized later that 'legal drinks' by Ryan's criteria included beers. The drunk guy leaned over me and attempted to hug me. Ryan jumped from his seat, moved the guy elsewhere, and after that, for the rest of the evening he sat by me. He appeared to be the most mature among the guys in the party. When it was over, he drove me home, and on the way, he asked me out.

I looked at him, "I like you, but you hardly know me. Are you sure?"

He chuckled, "I am willing to take the risk. Are YOU?"

I grinned, "We can try it for a month and see if we have chemistry."

As We reached my apartment, I glanced at his handsome face one last time. He kissed my lips softly and said, "I fell for you the first time I laid my eyes on you. I hope our connection is successful."

I whispered, "I hope so too."

In the first 2 weeks, Ryan was the perfect gentleman: In the afternoons we weren't busy studying, we watched TV, saw movies in theaters, or sat at Starbucks to chat. He didn't try anything 'funny' like forcing himself on me. Except for kissing when we separated, he kept his hands to himself.

And then, I said to him, "Ryan, in the short time we dated, I became fond of you. Do you still find me attractive?"

"Emily, are you kidding? Each time we meet, I hold myself to not cross the line until I get the OK from you. I was scared to lose you if I moved too fast."

"Honey, I was ready for you after the first week. Will you kiss me PROPERLY this time before I start screaming?"

He smiled, and French kissed me. That evening we went to my apartment and had our first sexual encounter. In the beginning, he was tender and slow, but I became too aroused and blurted, "Ryan, I am not a glass tool, stop being TOO nice and fuck me hard!"

He had a mischievous smile and said, "That is what I waited for. I needed a sign you were ready for a wild ride."

Next, he penetrated my narrow pussy with his 7.5" thick organ and drilled it at a Ferrari's speed. My climax began a couple of minutes later. I was screaming loudly and encouraging him to do it faster. He ground his monster in my cunt as his large palms roughed my tits. I was in heaven! This guy was a sex god: He lasted for hours, or at least that is what I felt at the time. Half the time, I didn't know where I was and couldn't remember my name. The super-orgasm manifested itself with waves of heightened pleasure, alternating with moments of short awakenings, followed by other waves of pure bliss. I had no idea if I experienced many orgasms or was in status orgasm... He conquered my body and my soul.

After the first intercourse, each time we met, sex was an integral part of our 'thing.' Within the first month, we changed positions, including cowgirl, doggy style, and lately titfucking. usually, our foreplay involved oral jobs. I loved sucking my man, but he insisted on eating me also at least once a week.

On days that we didn't meet, I managed to keep myself in shape, doing exercises and yoga. By then, Morgan already knew I was dating his son, but he continued his voyeuristic activities. I found it funny, and teased him with skimpy clothes, appearing topless at times, and even rubbing my breasts when he was peeking at me.

On certain weekends, the 3 of us sat at Morgan's apartment. He was happy to hear Ryan and I felt good together, and never showed signs that he was peeping on me through his window. No jokes, hints, or showing guilt. He must have been a great actor or a shameless pervert, but since his activity didn't pose any danger, I was STILL a willing participant.

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One weekend, I decided to make it more 'interesting.' Ryan was supposed to come to my apartment on Saturday evening. I opened all the windows and curtains, and lit the balcony. when Ryan showed up, I undressed him at the entrance, knelt before him, and began milking his cock. His member engorged in less than a minute. He thought I was going to finish him right there, but I had other plans. When he began groaning, I pulled him to the lit balcony, undressed, and told him to fuck me right there. My vulva was moist from anticipation, and he shoved his prick without stopping all the way to my cervix. As he pounded my soaked vagina, I watched Morgan's apartment. His window was dark, but I could see the open window with the reflection of his binoculars. Knowing the father was spying on his son and me having wild sex aroused me tremendously. I shouted, "Yes, Ryan, I love the way you fuck me. You are so huge, I am very close... Shove it harder into my pussy!"

Ryan shifted upward and rammed his rod fast and furious. My climax arrived with a vengeance. I recall whimpering, crying, screaming, and mumbling. However, during my incessant shivering, the memories of the whole event were partial at best. The only 2 things I knew for sure were that Ryan came violently, and Morgan was watching us the whole time...

The same evening, Ryan knelt on one knee and proposed to me. I cried, hugged him and said 'yes'. What an irony: Ryan offered me to marry him only minutes after our animalistic sex on the balcony, with his father having a front row seat of our live sex show.

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Our wedding was beautiful: A large hall decorated with colorful flowers, delicious food, a good band playing our choice of music, and 150 guests of all ages. I drank some wine to calm my nerves before the ceremony. Everything went without a hitch. As expected, the first dance I had with Ryan. He pressed his body to me and whispered, "Honey, I'd give a lot to have you in bed rather than participate in this fake show." I giggled, "In 2 hours it will be all over, and then, if you are nice to me, I'll allow you free access to my treasure." He smiled, "Darling, usually the word 'treasure' goes with 'chest'. However, I'd like access to the sinkhole too..."

I whispered, "You are such a bully, I'll complain to your father." He laughed.

As the song ended, Morgan cut in and said, "May I dance with my pretty daughter-in-law?"

Ryan moved away, and as the next song began, Morgan grabbed my waist and we started dancing.

He asked, "Earlier today, Ryan told me you two wish to move to a different area of the city. Is it true?"

"That is the plan."

"Emily, I'll miss you around..."

I stopped the dance, and stared into his eyes, "Morgan, will you miss our chats and afternoon drinks, or peeping at me through the window with your binoculars, jacking off while watching my swaying tits, and lately even ogling your son and me having sex?..."

He turned pale, and you could have knocked him down with a feather.