5 comments/ 50451 views/ 14 favorites Guilty Viewing By: MsLisa I should probably start by telling you a little about my background. My parents split up when I was around three. I was raised by my mom and later step-dad and led a pretty normal life. When I was 13, my dad moved back to the area (well, about 5 hours away rather than 5 states away) and I started visiting him a few times a year. The visits were awesome, and I loved the town he lived in. So when I was 16, and after much debating with my mother, I moved in with my dad. For the sake of properly picturing the happy family, I guess I should describe everyone. I am kinda short, and haven't really grown much since I was a teen so I probably still look about the same. I am about 5'4" with shoulder-length auburn hair and green eyes. I am fit, but not athletic looking. I have been told I have a nice ass, and for those that care I wear a C-cup. My dad is taller than me, but not exactly tall. He's about 5'10 and has short hair of the same color, but has these wickedly piercing light-blue eyes. He's always been very into martial arts so he has stayed fit without being skinny or bulky. I can certainly understand why my mom was attracted to him back in the day, and why he has never had problems with the ladies even twenty years later. Okay, back to the story. Where was I? That's right, I had moved in with dad. It was pretty awesome living there. Since we hadn't really spent my formative years with him as a parental figure, it felt like that authoritative barrier wasn't there. It often felt more like hanging out with an older friend. I still had chores that I was expected to do, and he cared about how I did in school, but in retrospect I can now say that it more had the aura of a roommate that was also a caring friend. Discipline was always more like encouragement and not wanting to disappoint. So we had a really good relationship. The only times that it was slightly annoying was that he never liked the idea of me having boyfriends, and certainly not having a boy in the house. He always seemed to get in a bad mood if a guy came to see me, but it was just the opposite if I had any of my female friends over. He would get super friendly, and actually quite flirty. Several of my friends had huge crushes on him too and probably would have jumped his bones at the snap of a finger if the opportunity had ever presented itself! This sort of behavior continued the entire time I lived there. And I lived there for quite a while. Even after turning 18, and subsequently graduating high school, I continued to live there so I could attend a jr college in the area without having to worry about rent. I worked off my room and board with the same sorts of household chores that I had already been used to doing in high school. So nothing really changed except I was now an adult. Well, my dad had several girlfriends over the years that I was living there. When I had first moved in he always seemed to feel awkward if he had one over. I wasn't sure if it was because he worried that they would find him less attractive if he had a kid, or maybe that my age would make him look older. Or maybe it was my what I would think that worried him, again because of age. They usually ranged between 25 and 30, which really put some closer in age to me than him; but I always felt that if he looked good enough at 40 to attract them than more power to him! When that finally came up in conversation I could tell he got more relaxed about it all. I guess this story really begins the summer after high school. It was during that summer that I was introduced to the old wacky tobacky... if you know what I mean. I think my dad knew that I was getting into that sort of thing... the black light posters, black light itself, and sounds of Jim Morrison coming from my stereo had to have been a clue. But I guess we sort of had an unspoken arrangement. I wouldn't flaunt it, and he wouldn't pry. So to live up to my end of the bargain, I would sneak outside to smoke it; which is also where I hid my stash. So one fateful, warm, weekend evening that summer I snuck out and lit up. I was really getting into the grove when I started hearing a strange sound. At first I thought it was in the smoke, if you know what I mean, but I drifted around the dark and secluded back yard in search of it anyway. As I eventually drifted closer (turns out it was an epic journey of about ten feet) the sound began to get clearer and I quickly realized what it was. My dad had Tina, his then current girlfriend, over for the night... and they were having sex. The window was closed, so the sound was muffled, but it was clear enough to hear the heated sounds of two bodies entwined. I've heard of friends being shocked and disgusted when they discovered that their parents, god forbid, actually have sex... but I admit that those were not the emotions that crept into me. First, it was humor, then my heart began to race and I realized that I was actually getting excited by it. Unfortunately, just I came to terms with my excitement, it peaked and then stopped. I up most of that night as I thought about what I had heard, and even more so what my reaction was. These thoughts drifted back and forth for a few days as I wrestled with how I felt about it. Before too long, the excitement of it overpowered the guilt and I decided I was going to listen again. Only next time I wanted to hear it a little better. More that that... as bad is it sounded (and I had to push aside my conscience more than once) I wanted to see it too. Well, I now had a new summer hobby. I barely slept that week as I made my plans. As soon as I had the house to myself, which was the next day as it turned out, I set to work in executing that plan. While dad was off at work I snuck into his bedroom and over to the window I had listened at just a few days before. The plan was two-fold. Make it easier to hear... and even more exciting, make it so I could see as well. Fortunately, there wasn't any furniture or anything in front of the window that would block the view of the bed. So I started with raising the blinds so I could get to the window. I thought about the sound issue a lot, and what I came up with was to crack the window slightly and stick a pencil, laying flat under it and close it again. This should allow just enough of a space to hear better, but not allow so much of an air flow that it would be easily noticed... especially since the windows weren't the best anyway. Next I lowered the blinds again. Sadly, it was too obvious to leave the blinds high enough to allow a view in, so I decided to jam a few of the slats together to allow a slit of visibility instead. This took some time of checking the view outside and adjusting inside until I found the perfect arrangement. Then I just hoped that it wasn't as noticeable as it appeared to be. Time seemed to drag on in slow motion as I waited for the next night that his girlfriend came over. In the meantime, I was constantly checking my new view-port to make sure it hadn't been discovered and fixed. Finally, the next weekend came; dad and Tina went out for drinks and would be back "late". Again, the seconds ticked painfully by as I waited for them to get home. When they finally did, I feigned sleep long enough for dad to check on me and go about his business. As soon as the door closed and the footsteps went away I snuck out my window into the backyard, grabbed my stash, cooled my frazzled nerves, and moved over to my new favorite spot at the back of the house. I was not disappointed. I now had a clear view of the bed and the sound was almost perfect. Now let me reach back in faded memory and try to describe the scene as I saw it play out, no doubt embellished to fill in the blanks! The lights were off, but dad had the TV on to most likely help drown out their noise in case I woke up and walked by their room. In the flickering light, I could see them pretty clearly. Dad was sitting on the bed, smiling up at Tina, both of them already topless. His arms were wrapped around her, with his hands planted firmly on her ass as she leaned down to kiss him. I could see their tongues passing each others' lips, dad's hands moving around to the front and up to Tina's ample breasts. She stood as he gently squeezed them and rubbed her hardened nipples with his thumbs. My heart began racing with my excitement as I watched. Tina stood up straight as my dad leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth. I heard a slight moan escape Tina's lips as dad's hands moved to her tight jeans and began undoing them. It didn't take long before he had them down. His mouth moved to her other nipple as his right hand slid between her legs and began massaging her panty-clad pussy. He released the nipple and looked up at Tina with a smile and made some playful comment about how wet she was. At this point I became instantly aware of my own arousal and my hand slipped into my shorts and soon felt my own wetness. I was distracted for a moment while I pondered if I would still find this arousing if I had been raised by my dad and had more of a father/daughter relationship rather than thinking about him as a friend/roommate first. This thought was driven clear from my mind when my eyes went back to the window. Tina's panties were no longer around her waist, but my dad was. I could see his hand moving in a way that suggested his fingers were inside her while his face was at an awkward angle with his tongue apparently lapping up her juices. As Tina moaned again I felt my own finger sliding inside me and let out a soft moan of my own to escape into the dark night. After a while, Tina said she wanted to taste herself on my dad's lips and bent back down for a kiss. Dad's hands moved up to her shoulders and soon the kiss broke off as Tina slid down to her knees and my father stood up. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was about to happen next. As one might expect, Tina's hands moved over an obvious bulge in my dad's pants and began to undo them. A million thoughts began to race through my mind and I looked away. I knew that I had arranged all this in order to watch, but as my dad's manhood was about to be revealed to my prying eyes, I found my mind was in conflict. On the one hand I was very excited and getting noticeably wetter, but on the other I was beginning to feel dirty and guilty for invading his privacy, let alone that this man I had been watching was my own father. Again though, I had all thought driven from my mind and my heart skipped a beat as I heard a moan and instinctively looked back to the window. My dad was standing there at the bed completely exposed with Tina just beginning to wrap a hand around his swollen cock. It was amazing and beautiful. I figured I was damned the moment I first thought that about my own father, but it was and he was. Tina didn't hold a ruler up for me, but I could tell he was large. It wasn't comically large or anything, but certainly larger than any of the few that I had seen up to that point. Tina certainly seemed to like it, that's for sure. Some of the internal conflict came back as I realized how wet I was and how my rhythmic fingering had picked up after seeing my father. I pushed the thoughts aside for later though, I was already past the point of no return. Tina began stroking my dad's cock as she watched his anticipation build. I watched her tongue slide up the shaft and take my dad into her mouth. My dad's breath began to pick up and the occasional moan escaped, making me even more aroused. I could hear Tina's occasional slurping sounds as she worked her mouth on that cock. Suddenly, my dad grabbed his cock from her and pulled it free. At first, I thought maybe she had done something wrong, but she just looked up at him with her mouth open and her tongue out. I had just figured out what was about to happen when it did. Cum erupted from the tip of my dad's cock and spilled onto Tina's tongue, lips, and mostly into her mouth. It wasn't jets of it shooting out, but it sure seemed like a lot. It was about that moment that I felt my pussy clench as I came for the first time that night. As Tina finished devouring all the cum that hadn't made it into her mouth, dad climbed onto the bed and lightly stroked himself. Tina, all cleaned up, seductively made her own way onto the bed. She gave my dad's still hard penis a light kiss on the tip as she continued moving up until she was straddling his hips. Her hand moved down to take my dad's cock and rub the tip along her vaginal lips before slowly sliding it in. She then began rocking until my dad was buried deep inside her. Dad reached up and again grabbed her tits as she began bouncing up and down, riding my dad like a champion stallion. Their breathing and moaning was intense; thankfully so, because it served well to help mask my own. It is impossible to truly describe what it was like for me to sit there at my dad's window and watch his young girlfriend on top of him... to see his glistening and swollen manhood as it appeared and vanished again inside her... to hear their moans of pleasure as it all happened... to feel my fingers plunging my own depths in time to their motions. I will admit that part of me right then wished that it was me in there riding that sexy man instead of Tina... but guilt quickly drove that thought away just before the shear ecstasy of what was playing out in front of me drove everything else away. My father's hands were tight on Tina's breasts, he appeared to be pinching and pulling her nipples in time to her fucking. He started thrusting upwards to meet her slamming downwards, driving himself deeper inside her. Her moans were getting stronger and she suddenly screamed out that she was going to cum. I knew how she felt! They both screamed out together unusually loud as I watched their bodies tense up and my dad's legs were shaking as I saw the cum leaking out of Tina's pussy around my dad's softening cock and then gush out as she raised herself up. I was shaking so much and felt almost blinded by the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced up to that point. As I regained control over my body and came to my senses, I realized that last unusually loud scream had been me! I panicked, glancing once more into the window. Tina was laying down on the bed now, but dad was getting up and it looked like he was looking towards the window! I didn't think he could have heard me over their own noises and the TV that they had left on to mask themselves... but could he have? Well I wasn't going to stick around and wait to be caught! I quickly, but quietly, ran back my open window and climbed inside just in time to hear the water pipes; either a toilet had just been flushed or the bathroom sink was running. Relieved that dad had just been going to the bathroom and not checking the window, I snuck back out once more to "cool my nerves" before climbing into bed and falling asleep with my hand in between my legs. My guilt and remorse could wait for morning. Guilty Viewing Ch. 02 The summer before my first year at college was exciting, to say the least. Living with dad to save on expenses turned out to be the best decision I ever made... or the worst, if are in league with my conscience. I spent many nights that summer sitting outside his bedroom window, spying on his sexual activities with his girlfriend, and wishing I was in there instead. I also spent most of the following mornings feeling really guilty about it and promising myself that I wouldn't do it again. A promise that would be promptly broken the next night that his girlfriend stayed over. As summer dragged into fall though, I was really starting to feel a growing jealousy towards Tina, my dad's girlfriend at the time. I had built this huge fantasy relationship in my head with my dad, and I really started to get carried away by it. Even as I enjoyed watching them together, a part of me felt like he was cheating on me... which added to my guilt in the morning. Eventually, it all just became too much and so I decided it was time to get back at him. The first part of my plan was simple. Since all I could do was watch and lust after something that I couldn't have, I would make him watch and lust after me too. I started wearing clothes around the house that really accentuated my assets, if you know what I mean. My favorite was tight shorts with a loose shirt... and I found any reason at all to bend over when dad was in the room. Either to let him have a nice look at my ass, or a chance to steal a peek down my shirt. While we still had sunny weekends, I would throw on a bikini and sunbathe where he could watch; sometimes even undoing the top when sunning my back and leaning up on my elbows to take a drink. The problem, at the start of this plan, was that I was so nervous about it looking forced that I didn't execute it well. My timing would be off or I would be too quick and he would miss my little displays. Not only that, but I had no idea if was even paying attention. Or maybe he was even grossed out by it and ignored me on purpose. The point is, I had no idea if it was working. It was really very frustrating. Finally, one Saturday afternoon in late September I caught him looking down my shirt. It also happened to be a day I was going sans bra. We had been watching college football on the TV in the living-room together. We had been making silly jokes about some of the common jargon the announcers used. I had suggested a little game that we would take a drink each time there was a sexual innuendo in what the announcers said. You know the kind... talking about the "tight end", "pushing into the slot", "getting penetration", and that sort of thing. Pay attention the next time you watch a game, they say that sort of thing more often than you might think! Our little game-within-a-game was a lot of fun. It got us giggling certainly, made watching football more interesting to me, but it also had me making sexual jokes with my dad and that was turning me on. The rules were pretty simple; rather than both drinking, we started out with whoever noticed and cracked a joke about it first would cause the other person to take a drink. I had the advantage here too, because I was drinking soda while dad was drinking beer... and it isn't like the jokes were the only time a sip was being had. After dad finished his third or fourth beer, I got up to refresh the drinks and snacks. I went into the kitchen, dumped the empties, grabbed dad a beer and myself another soda, snatched up the chip bag, and headed back into the kitchen. In all the fun, I hadn't even been thinking about trying to flash dad this time; which worked out because it was all the more natural that way. I walked in front of the coffee table with dad directly across from me. I bent down to put his beer in front of him and reached over to put the soda in front of where I had been sitting. Then I opened the bag of chips and started shaking them into the bowl. That's when I noticed three important details that would change the day for the better. First, the small opening in the bag of chips had me shaking enthusiastically enough that my breasts were jiggling nicely; second, I lifted my eyes up because I was going to say something and noticed that dad's eyes were firmly fixed with a gaze inside my shirt; and third, as my eyes drifted lower I could see a tell-tale tent in dad's shorts. It had finally paid off! When the chip bowl was filled, I stood up to start closing the chip bag. I didn't want to over-play my hand too soon, but I couldn't help getting a silly grin and blurting out, "something on your mind, dad?" He blinked a couple of times and responded, "yes, I was thinking that this really isn't fair. You're winning because you're only drinking soda and this beer is starting to catch up with me." Now I was starting to get worried. My first thought was that he noticed that I caught him and was now feeling guilty and calling it quits for our little game. Not only that, but maybe it had been the beer that finally let his guard down. If he stopped that too then the day would have been lost! I tentatively replied, "well, it's not my fault that I'm not of legal drinking age. But if losing to a girl is the problem then we can just both drink and then the pressure for who makes the joke will be off... if you think you can handle that, old man!" I held my breath. It felt like forever before he responded and I could not read his facial expressions at all. "Okay," he responded. I cheered inside. "But," he continued, "you are an adult. So for today only, you can drink with me." Well that was unexpected! "Really?" I asked. He said, "yes, but that doesn't mean you always can. Just on special occasions when I say it is okay." I had drank a couple of times with friends before and had developed a taste for beer. Not enough that I wanted to drink it all the time, but enough that I could stomach it without gagging. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of dad's beer from the fridge and returned to the couch. "You have some catching up to do," he said. Then he pointed to the TV, the announcer had just said something and dad responded with a smile on his face and beer half-way to his mouth, "I penetrated your mom's slot!" I laughed and took a big swig of the beer. The rest of the game went on like this, and I worked hard to catch up; not in quantity, of course, as I couldn't hope to be able to put away as much beer as my dad at my size, but in quality certainly. I got a nice buzz to match dad's. This quickly extended into our jokes, especially since the announcers tend to say the same things so you have to make a different adolescent remark each time with the same words. At one point, as I was walking in front of him to get to the kitchen, he actually gave me a pop on the ass. I was surprised and turned to look at him as I struggled for a good response. He just pointed at the TV and said, "hey, the announcer said I had to hit the tight end!" All I could do was smile back and say, "nice one." At another point the announcer said something about penetration in the backfield and I said to the TV, "I bet you'd like to penetrate my backfield!" He raised his bottle saying, "I'll drink to that." It was a good sign that we had reached the point that neither of us was embarrassed by the choice of targets for our jokes. Naturally, when a drink or snack needed refreshing, I was sure to be the one to do it... and dad never offered anyway. Each time, I would come back and bend over low to place the bottle or pour the chips... not too many chips either, I kept it low so it needed constant refreshing. I loved watching him as his eyes locked onto my tits as my shirt fell low in front. I loved even more when I could see the obvious physical effect that it had on him. It really made me want to show him more. Sadly, the football game came to an end, which ended our little game too. As I racked my brain for some reason to continue hanging out together (as opposed to him calling his girlfriend over) he came up with his own suggestion. "There's another game coming on in about an hour, you want to continue this then?" Yes! I screamed in my head, but I composed myself a little and said, "yeah, that sounds like fun. I think I'm gonna take a quick shower first though." The shower turned out to be another great idea. I got in there quickly, disrobed, flip the fan on to prevent condensation on the ceiling, and jumped into the shower. I had a lot of pent-up sexual energy and the shower gave me the perfect chance to release it a little. As I was letting the water run over my body, feeling the streams run down my tits, around my nipples, down my belly, along my pussy and down my legs... I heard a faint a click. The bathroom door sometimes didn't latch all the way and in my haste I must have failed to push it closed all the way. I quickly wondered if the door had some help though. Without making it too obvious, I glanced through the glass door of the shower, which the fan had also helped stay clear, and into the mirror as I reached for a washcloth. It was just a flash... but there had definitely been an eye. Dad was peeking on my in the shower. I tried my best to act natural and not give away that I knew he was there. I made damn sure not to react to seeing the eye in the cracked door. As I grabbed the soap and worked it into the washcloth, I noticed the door move slightly as indication that he was watching again. Without being overly dramatic, I gave a nice show of washing up. I lathered my breasts with the washcloth in one hand. As I moved the cloth down to wash my belly I moved my other hand up to squeeze my tit a little and tease a nipple. I then made sure to pay close attention to my pussy. Facing the door with the water running behind me, I lifted my right leg and balanced a toe on the corner of the tub. Looking down, so not to scare dad away again, I rubbed the washcloth across my hips. Slowly I washed my inner thighs, moving ever so slowly towards the nexus of my legs. Finally, I washed my pussy while squeezing one of my tits again. I stepped back into the water and let the soap slowly wash from my body, using my hands to help clear my tits, belly, and pussy. I decided that this was enough for now... moving into full-on masturbation was desired, but I wanted to tease! I got out and toweled off as quickly as I could. With my towel loosely wrapped around me, I stepped out into the hall just in time to hear dad's bedroom door close. I quickly ran into my room, got dressed, and climbed out the window. I snuck over to my usual spot by dad's bedroom window to take a peek. I had been hoping to catch him undressing to maybe take a shower of his own. That was not what I saw though. Instead, he had his shorts down and was laying on his back on the bed. His cock was out, and hard, and he was stroking it steadily with one hand. I was instantly wet with the realization that he was most likely jacking off to images of me in the shower. My own hand quickly undid my shorts and slipped into my panties and I quickly began fingering myself. Feeling my wetness, I moved a couple of fingers steadily in and out of my pussy in time with my father's stroking. As his pace quickened, my pace quickened... I moved my other hand into my shorts and began rubbing my clit as I fingered myself. When I saw his cum erupt and heard my dad moan I could hold back no longer. I moaned in ecstasy and came into my hand, soaking my fresh panties. What a day it had turned into! Luckily, my secret stash was nearby (yes, I smoked up now and then, but I think there are worse things to get on me about though!). I usually didn't smoke during the day, but I decided to make an exception... besides, the sun was already setting and night would soon follow. After enjoying the early evening air, I made my way back to my room and decided to change again. I slipped out of my tight shorts and damp panties as I rummaged through my dresser. Finally, I found some baggy gym shorts and slipped them on without panties. Then I slipped on another loose t-shirt like I had worn earlier. I was ready for part two, and so was dad. When I got back downstairs I spotted dad in the kitchen, already opening fresh beers for us. The hour break between had diminished the strong buzz we had built up. I helped get some fresh snacks together to help my case of munchies and to continue the "need" for frequent trips to the kitchen. As we returned to the living room though, I decided to change my seat. Instead of sitting on the couch with dad, I sat in the big chair next to the couch. It didn't face the TV as well, but it did afford dad a couple of additional viewing options. For one, I had to bend over practically in front of him to reach the coffee table now, giving him plenty of chances to see my tits. Secondly, every now and then I would draw my leg up to lean my chin on while I watched TV; this pulled at the wide leg of the shorts and I am sure it gave him at least a partial view of my pussy... several times when I turned my head I caught him quickly looking away from the area of my crotch. Of course, I continued to pretend not to notice. We both downed a few more beers over the course of the next game, and continued to make our crass jokes at the commentators remarks. More and more as the evening went on, I noticed him looking down my shirt or up my shorts. It was driving me wild! I continued to treat him to my little show and hope that I was driving him just as wild. During the rest of my freshman year at college, I continued my little peep shows for him every now and then and continued to watch at his window... even when it became almost too cold to enjoy myself. Even that paid off though when one night after he and Tina had drank a good amount while playing pool in the basement I heard Tina call him daddy while they were fucking. Even as I enjoyed this latest development, I was already planning on how to execute stage two of my plan to get back at him for unwittingly making me so jealous. Though it would take some time to finally pull it off, my plan for stage two was to arrange for him to see me with another man as I had seen him and Tina. Guilty Viewing Ch. 03 Over the course of my first year in college, while living with my dad to save on expenses, I had quite the voyeuristic adventure. I would often watch from outside my dad's bedroom window while he had sex with his girlfriend. This eventually made me actually jealous. So I devised a little two-stage plan to get back at him. Stage one had already been put into motion; I made a habit of wearing revealing clothes around the house when we were alone together and giving him little peep shows of my own. I knew that it was having the proper effect when dad started having his young girlfriend call him daddy sometimes during their more heated and alcohol fueled fuck sessions while I fingered myself like crazy outside the bedroom window. That first year is also when I met Tommy. Tommy spent all of his time since high school just partying it up and working odd jobs here and there to pay the bills. At 26 he finally decided to go to college and we ended up in some of the same classes. He was sort of my boyfriend that first year of college; well, really the summer after that first year. I say "sort of" because we were neither very serious about the idea of a relationship, be we really enjoyed each other's company. When the spring semester finally came to a close, and I had the house to myself again with dad at work, Tommy would sometimes come over and we would hang out. Usually that meant smoking and then bullshitting for hours or watching some silly movie. Sometimes we would make out and get all physical with each other. It was always a good time though. Dad knew about Tommy at this point as they had met a couple of times; ever since reaching adulthood, dad was sort of neutral about my guy friends instead of simply being opposed to them. He didn't encourage me to go out with guys, but he didn't discourage it either. As for having guys over while he was at work... it hadn't really come up. Until stage two of my plan that is; which was to arrange for dad to walk in on us during a one of those physical sessions. Stage two required a bit more planning though than a simple casual glance. To help with that plannin, I had been periodically checking my dad's day-planner to pick the perfect day. That day turned out to be a Friday in late June. He was taking the car in for a service at a garage close to home and had made a note in his planer that we would be working from home the rest of the day. It would be perfect. Working from home meant he would need to go to his office down in the basement. That would be an ideal spot to setup an encounter with Tommy. There was a lot of anticipation as the time crept up, I made plans with Tommy for him to come over that day and hang out. Of course, I didn't tell Tommy that my dad was going to be home early, I needed at least his real reaction to getting caught to be genuine. Tommy came over around noon, and I expected dad to be home around 2pm. That gave me a couple of hours to get everything in place. We started out by just hanging around outside and smoking before moving into the house. Everything was going according to plan, and it was perfect. The plan was simple, and the basement's unusual layout was well suited for it. The basement was sort of partitioned off into four rooms. The stairs exited into the largest of the rooms, the bar area; pool table, dart board, stereo, and actual bar. The other side of the basement had another large area that was setup as more of a lounge/guest room; there was an TV and a couple of old couches, though one was actually a futon that would unfold into a bed. Between the two large rooms was a wide hallway with dad's office on one side and the laundry room on the other. Knowing that dad would be coming down to the office, my plan was to keep the lights off and just have the stereo on in the bar area and the TV on in the lounge area where Tommy and I would be. I would be able to tell if dad was there when he stepped in front of the little lights on the stereo. Then I would turn the heat up with Tommy until dad came in and kicked him out. Then I had a whole speech prepared for how I am an adult and what I do with my boyfriend is my business. We were setup on the couch that faces the bar area, it was around 1:30 when I thought I heard my dad's car, confirmed when I faintly heard the front door. Tommy must have heard something too, because he asked if I had heard something. I told him that it was just the TV, then I moved in for a kiss. Well, boys will be boys, so that was all the convincing he needed. We were well into making out, with Tommy leaning in front of me, when I was barely able to make out the silhouette of my dad move into the hall and quickly dart back into the darker bar area. As it turned out, the lights on the stereo really weren't needed, but it sure did help mask our sounds. I was sure that Tommy and I making out like a couple of school kids wasn't going to do anything except create a slightly awkward silence when dad finally got bored and cleared his throat or something. I decided I had to dial it up if I really wanted to induce the jealousy that I was really hoping for and truly get back at dad for his girlfriend. To tell the truth, it wasn't really about getting back at him in a revenge sort of way... after all that happened that past year, it was more the thrill of giving my dad a little show. I broke the kiss a little and whispered to Tommy to touch me. We had only ever really kissed before, though he grabbed my ass now and then, but this was really new territory for him and he got pretty excited. We had both done more with other people, but like I said, he was only my "sort of" boyfriend that year. He went back to kissing me, then brought his right hand up to cup a breast. I could still just barely make out my dad in the shadows, and he still wasn't moving; so I gave Tommy a light moan of encouragement. He brought his hand down to my waist and slid my shirt up to expose my breasts. My dad would now have been able to see Tommy squeezing my left breast and playing with my nipple as he kissed me, and he still had made no move to stop us. I wasn't sure how far I was willing to take this with Tommy, but at that point I was willing to continue the show. Tommy broke off the kiss and moved down to take my right nipple into his mouth as he lightly pinched the left one with his hand. As I released another moan of pleasure, Tommy moved his hand down between my legs and pushed up the material of the skirt I had worn for this occasion. As Tommy began rubbing my pussy through the thin material of my panties, I parted my legs to allow him better access. At that moment I could just make out some movement coming from my dad. I tried going over my speech again to prepare, though it was difficult to concentrate; however, dad did not come forward to confront us. In the dim light, I could just make out movements that sure looked like dad was jacking off while he watched. I could imagine, based on my own experiences watching him, how much he might be enjoying the show. The show picked up at this point too as Tommy moved my panties to one side so he had direct access to my moistened pussy. Tommy's sucking at my breast increased in intensity as he slid first one and then two fingers inside me. I could see dad's movements become more energetic as Tommy fucked me with his hand. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was my dad making me feel so good rather than Tommy. My breathing increased and I moaned in pure delight. Tommy started kissing down my belly and then he shifted onto the floor, moving between my legs. When I felt his tongue touch my clit, I let out a louder moan as I pictured my father there instead. Tommy sucked at my clit and swollen lips while still vigorously fucking me with his fingers. The feelings coursing through my body in waves were intense and I knew I couldn't hold back my orgasm much longer. I wanted to open my eyes and try to watch my dad pleasuring himself while Tommy pleasured me, but I kept them closed to continue my fantasy. As Tommy worked, my mind's eye pictured that it was dad reaching his left hand up to grab a breast and pinch my nipple... it was dad thrusting his fingers deep inside of me... it was dad flicking my clit with his tongue... my hands were on the back of my dad's head, not Tommy's, grabbing his hair and grinding against his face and hand. I could hold it no longer; my moaning increasing, my breathing increasing, my excitment soaring; and as the orgasm rocked my body, I let out a final moan and, to my belated dismay I yelled out, "oh daddy!" Tommy withdrew and climbed back on the couch. I could still barely concentrate, and the darkness seemed to be breathing in the bar side of the basement, but it looked like dad was retreating. I told Tommy that we had better clean up because I just remembered that my dad might be home early today. He made some joke about, "that must be why you yelled out 'daddy'" or something like that. I said that must be it; but then I grinned at him and told him that he could be my 'daddy' and them kissed him before standing up and fixing my clothes. I still had my speech ready just in case dad was waiting to confront us upstairs; though based on his actions during all of this, I had my doubts about any confrontation. When we finally emerged from the basement, there was no sign of my dad. We went to the kitchen to get something to drink as Tommy patted himself on the back for pleasuring me and asking when we could do it again. I was about to answer when the front door opened and dad walked in carrying his work stuff like he had just come home. Dad came into the kitchen acting like nothing was amiss and greeted us. I especially remember this because he made a point of shaking Tommy's hand when he said hello... the hand that so recently was covered with my vaginal juices and had not yet been washed... and I swear he sniffed it while pretending to scratch his an itch on his face. It proved to be too awkward for Tommy to talk to my dad right then, so he made up some excuse about errands he had to take care of and he took off, leaving me and my dad in the kitchen to chat about our respective days. "Tommy seems like a good kid," dad said, a little out of the blue. I agreed, saying, "Yeah, he's sort of become my best friend at college, and it's really cool that he lives close enough that we can hang out sometimes during the summer." "So you guys aren't dating, or anything like that?" he asked. "Nah, not really. We're just good friends. Neither of us wants to deal with a relationship," I responded, wondering if now was when we was going to bring up the basement or else just tell me he doesn't want him over here when he's not home. "That's cool," he said. He then started putting his work stuff away; though he then said, almost in passing, "why don't you invite him over Friday night for pizza and a movie. You know, so I can get to know him better." I really wasn't sure how to respond, or where he was going with this, so I think I simply said "cool" or something just as lame. The conversation then turned to him having to leave work early for the car so he still had some work to do. He went down to the basement office and I went out back to ponder the turn of events and smoke a little. The next day, I asked Tommy about coming over that Friday night. He was more interested in coming over during the day to have another go at me. I had to firmly remind him that we were just friends, even if we help each satisfy certain urges now and then adn then "fooling around" would not become what our relationship was about. Thankfully, he was cool with that; and as the designated Friday approached, we hung out a few times with only the occasional grope to playfully fend off. That Friday, Tommy came over right about the time my dad was due home from work. He was hoping to avoid being in the house when my dad walked through the door again, I think he was secretly paranoid that it was all a setup. It seemed like dad was running late though, so we flipped on the TV and started chatting about what movie my dad might bring home from the video store. When the phone rang, I went and answered it, it was my dad. "Sorry hun," he starts. "Major crisis here at work, and it looks like I'm going to be late. I already called to tell Tina not to worry about coming over." "That sucks," I replied. "Well how late is late?" "I don't think it'll be any sooner than 8 or 9 tonight." A brief pause, then, "did Tommy say if he was going to make it?" "Yeah, dad. He just got here. I'll tell him we'll have to reschedule." "That's fine, but I feel bad. I'm sure he doesn't have alternate dinner plans. Why don't you two just hang out there and shoot some pool or something. If I'm not too tired when I get out of work I can still grab a movie and we'll just watch it late. Either just the two of us, or Tommy too if he feels up to it." "You sure you're cool with that, dad?" "Yeah, you're an adult; I trust you. Look, there's money on top of the fridge, why don't you guys go ahead and order some pizza for yourselves. And, if you promise to stay out of trouble, there's some beer in the basement fridge; Tommy looks to be of age, and again, I trust you." This new development seemed interesting to say the least. I was pretty sure that dad wasn't going to be as late as he said and was probably just hoping to catch another show. I decided not to disappoint him, but I had to give the obligatory negatives so I didn't sound too eager. So I said, "Are you sure? I can just see if Tommy can come over tomorrow night instead." "Don't be silly," he said. "Seriously, you kids have fun. Just save a couple beers for me. I'll see you in a couple hours or so." Then he hung up the phone. I told Tommy the bad and good news. We decided to wait on ordering the pizza and hit the basement for the beer and pool. I hadn't had time to plan anything out like I had early in the week though, so I started thinking about it over the first beer and pool game. Fortunately, or unfortunately (depending on how you look at it), I suck at pool; which meant I had a good amount of thinking time as Tommy cleaned up on the table. I figured that if dad had called from work, which the caller-id had said he did, then he could be home in less than an hour. What I didn't know was if he was going to barge in this time to play the caught-you-in-the-act card, or if he was going to sneak in and hope to catch another show. I figured on the latter, so I had to think about this. It wouldn't make sense to have the bar lights off this time since we were supposed to be playing pool. There weren't any basement windows, so dad's only real hope to see anything without being noticed would maybe be the stairwell. He wouldn't be able to see into the lounge that way though. That's when I saw it; I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it earlier. Dad had casually started talking about cleaning out some of the closets a day or two before. While going through one of the boxes, he found an old afghan blanket that used to belong to his mother. He was all sentimental about finding it and saying he was going to wash it and use it as a throw on the couch in the living room. And there it was, freshly washed and hanging on a clothes rack right outside the laundry room. It was positioned just right to give him perfect cover to hide behind if we were in the lounge area. And since the afghan was practically more hole than blanket, he would be able to see perfectly. I had to smile; he had probably been planning this since the moment he suggested Tommy come over. After going through all that trouble, I really didn't want to let all his hard work be for nothing! We drank a few more beers and I continued playing bad pool until it got closer to the time that I thought my dad would really be getting home. As the time approached, I began flirting more with Tommy. I would lean over the table so he could see down my shirt, brush my fingers across his back or butt as I walked past him, and gave him my best "come hither" look. It didn't take long before he began to embrace and kiss me. I suggested moving into the lounge area, this time setting up on the couch that faced the TV... that way there would be less of a chance that Tommy would notice my dad hiding there, if things played out the way I had figured they would. I told Tommy I had to go potty real quick and left him there on the couch while I ran upstairs. I really had needed to go potty, but I did it quickly; then I began peeking out the front window and hoped that it wouldn't take so long that Tommy would come looking for me. Luckily, my timing had been perfect; after waiting for what seemed like hours, but was really only about five minutes, I saw my dad's car park across the street. It was obvious that he was trying to minimize the chances of us noticing him. When I saw him get out of the car and start walking towards the house, I darted back down to the basement. I quickly peeked at Tommy from what would become my dad's hiding spot; again, it was perfect. Because of the angle of the couch coupled with the wall of the laundry room, Tommy's head and chest were completely out of view of the hiding spot... which meant, conversely, that dad and his hiding spot would be out of Tommy's view as well. I also noticed that Tommy already had his shorts down and was attempting to stroke his limp penis to get it hard. I figured it was time I helped with that. I walked towards Tommy in my best attempt at a seductive strut, taking my shirt off and playfully tossing it at him. Apparently, seeing me walk over to him with my tits hanging free was already enough to get the attention of his little friend. I kneeled next to him on the couch and began kissing him as I lightly stroked his cock with my right hand. Unfortunately, from this angle I couldn't see the hiding spot anymore than Tommy would be able to, so I had no idea if dad was watching yet... and I didn't want him to miss any of the good stuff. When I felt that enough time had passed, not too long really, I leaned back just enough to confirm with the corner of my eye that something was behind the afghan... it was pretty safe to say that dad was watching. I looked at Tommy, bit my lip a little, then asked, "do you want me to suck you off?" I figured that would get a real rise out my dad, if you know what I mean. Tommy brought his hand up my body, taking a moment to grab one my tits, caressed my face, and finally settled in my hair at the back of my head. He then said, "yeah, baby. Suck it good." I leaned over and kissed the head of his penis before sticking my tongue out to slowly encircle the head as I continued to lightly stroke him. I then took him into my mouth, and as I sucked him while slowly bobbing my head up and down, I tried to peek in my dad's direction and check that he was still there watching. I could just make out the tell-tale movements that indicated that he was stroking himself. I hoped that he was imagining that he was in Tommy's place as much I was. The thought of it made me enjoy the act even more and I began working my mouth on Tommy's cock enough that I could hear his breath become labored and he started moaning things like, "yeah, baby, just like that" and that sort of thing. I imagined it was dad saying that to me and it made me even more hungry for the cock in my mouth. I stroked him as I sucked and continued to run my tongue around the head as best I could until I felt Tommy's hand tense on the back of my head as he tried to drive himself down my throat. With my hand still wrapped around his cock, he couldn't push too deep, which was fine with me. When Tommy's cum finally flooded into my mouth with his legs twitching under me, I swallowed most of it, but I let some drip out from my lips so my dad could see it. I sat back up and gathered all the loose cum still dripping down my chin, as well as Tommy's cock, with my fingers and sucked them into my mouth. I was so tempted to look into my dad's direction as I did it, but I didn't want to scare him away. So I looked at Tommy instead, though I couldn't help the mischievous grin that arose on my face. Tommy took that to mean that I still wanted to play; to be fair, I did, though my motives were just to give my dad more of a show. Unfortunately, as I glanced back in dad's direction while planning what to do next, I could see too much light coming through the blanket... dad wasn't there anymore. While part of me wanted to get some sexual gratification with Tommy, the fact that dad was no longer watching had sort of killed the moment. So I told Tommy to "put your pecker in your pants, cowboy" and started putting my shirt back on. He protested, of course, but I explained that dad might not be as late as he feared and I didn't want to get caught. He finally gave in and we went back to shooting pool. Guilty Viewing Ch. 03 A few minutes later, I faintly heard a car door slam, soon followed by the front door. Not much later, dad came down into the basement and explained that he finished much earlier than expected. He drank a beer and bullshitted with us as we finished the game of pool we had been playing when he came down. When the game was over, he asked if we still wanted to watch a movie. We agreed and went upstairs to order the pizza, I mentioned that we waited in hopes he wouldn't be too late. We started the movie; I don't remember what it was, but it was an action movie that we all enjoyed. Eating some pizza had started to help bring down the buzz from the beers... but a few more beers had brought it right back. Dad started to doze off right at the end of the movie and said he was getting too tired for another and that he was going to bed. He suggested that Tommy stay over though, since he had been drinking, and also suggested that I pull out the couch downstairs for him to sleep on. He then said goodnight, told us to behave, and went to his bedroom. I was sure that this was another ploy to get a better show. Tommy and I went downstairs and I made up the bed as requested. As he undressed, he asked me to stay down there with him and have a little fun. I certainly intended too, but I really wanted my dad to be watching, so I told Tommy that I wanted to make sure my dad was asleep first. Tommy got completely naked in anticipation and I crept up the basement stairs as quiet as I could. I was sure that dad being so tired was just an act, but I wanted to be sure. Just as I suspected, it didn't take long before I heard the faint squeaking sound of my dad's bedroom door open, followed by a whispered, "shit!" I quickly, but quietly, went back downstairs and over to Tommy's bed. I undressed and climbed into bed with Tommy. We immediately began making out and Tommy's hands were all over me. I quickly decided that the darkness had both a good and a bad. On the bad side, I had no way to tell if dad was actually watching, though I was certain he was; on the good side though, in the darkness it was easier to imagine that Tommy was actually my dad. Tommy pushed me onto my back and began kissing his way down to my chest. He pulled a nipple into his mouth as he moved a hand between my legs and began rubbing my lips and clit. I let out a moan as a finger penetrated my pussy, moving easily in the wetness generated by imagining this was my father instead of Tommy. I hoped my dad was there, watching, and imagining the same thing. The very idea of it made me too horny for words... all I could manage was another moan. Tommy didn't waste much more time on foreplay, he was probably afraid I would stop again. He climbed on top of me and pushed my legs farther apart to maneuver himself between them. He went back to kissing me, as though to stifle any protest I might have been about to make as he reached down and guided his very hard cock into my very lubricated pussy. He brought his hands back up to brace himself and then began thrusting in and out of me with everything he had. I will admit that it felt really good, good enough that I even stopped imagining it was my dad for a while and just enjoyed what he was giving to me. Tommy wasn't quite as large as my father appeared to be, but he was certainly large enough to fill me. As he thrust deeper I could feel the tip of his engorged cock ramming into my cervix. I wrapped my arms around his lower back and urged him to go faster... harder! I moaned and screamed in delight as Tommy pounded into me again and again. I really hoped dad was watching then; this was the type of show I had been hoping to give him for almost a year! Tommy continued to ram into me; he them drew himself up onto his knees, pulling my legs up so that my ankles rested on his shoulders as he continued his thrusts. I wouldn't have thought it was possible, but it felt like he was driving even deeper inside me. It felt amazing! Then he leaned into me, driving even deeper while increasing the intensity of his thrusts. All rational thought was driven from me as I reveled in the pleasure of what I was experiencing. Hands gripped my breasts and began to squeeze in time with the thrusting inside my pussy. I looked up at Tommy and closed my eyes to focus on enjoying the feeling... as my lids fell closed I saw my dad above me instead, it was him that was thrusting into me instead of Tommy. Fingers pinched my nipples, harder as the thrusts became harder. I began to moan and scream out, "yes! Fuck me daddy! Fuck me harder!" And he did. Waves of pleasurable ecstasy washed over me and it felt like my heart actually skipped some beats as my pussy clenched onto the cock that was penetrating me. The timing was perfect as Tommy exploded into me at the same time and I milked him for all he was worth. Tommy let go of my breasts and legs and I felt him slide out of me as he collapsed next to me on the bed. We were both breathing heavy and I am sure we were both still shaking from the exertion as well as our own orgasms. After an unknown amount of time, Tommy said, "you got pretty loud towards the end there, I hope your dad didn't hear." I almost told him not to worry because my dad had probably been watching the whole time, but quickly thought better of it. Instead, I responded, "the basement is pretty well insolated, and he was pretty tired. I'm sure he slept through it all." I waited until I felt my dad had enough time to retreat back upstairs and then started gathering up my clothes. As I got up, I could feel Tommy's seed leaking from me; I was really worried that he might have gotten me pregnant, but there was little I could do about it then. I used Tommy's boxers to clean myself, much to his objection, then got dressed and made my way through the dark basement. On the way to the stairs I stopped to feel the floor behind the blanket hiding spot. It was warmer than the floor around it, confirming that my dad really had been watching. That itself was enough to make me happy, but as I finished my sweep of the floor, my hand ran into a warm and sticky substance. A dollop of my dad's cum was left behind when he made his retreat. I replayed the events in my head and smiled as I imagined my dad watching it, especially imagining my dad pleasuring himself while he watched. I brought my hand to my mouth and tasted my dad for the first time... it was almost enough to bring me to another orgasm. I had a very mischievous grin plastered to my face as I made my way to my bedroom, undressed again, and slipped into bed. I brought myself to orgasm at least two more times that night thinking about my dad watching me, imagining my dad fucking me. As I finally drifted off to sleep, the last thought I remember was deciding that I had to have him. Somehow, I was going to get my dad to fuck me. Again, the guilt could wait for the morning.