This is an account of the one and only time I was caught masturbating.
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Only Time I Was Caught Masturbating, Ever
I was 15 and it was the summer between 10th and 11th grade.
My best friend at that time, Jeff, were in school bands together and inseparable running mates for several years. We both had paper-routes, loved riding our bikes - all the typical stuff youngsters do at that age.
His family lived near mine so we'd do overnights at each other's house fairly often. His dad flew for the Air force and would be gone quite a bit but his mom and 2 sisters were always around Matter of fact, sometime after this event happened I started doing some of the 1st serious petting, fingering, hand-job stuff with his sister, but that's not relevant to this story.
Anyways, it was the 70's and women not wearing bras was way more common that it is now. His mom was often braless and, in the summer, often wore a bikini around the house much of the day and laid in the sun a bunch. In any case I saw her breasts easily through the fabrics of her tops and her nipples would often be extremely pronounced and erect. I probably wasn't very good at hiding my gaze because her tits and nipples just totally turned me on. I fantasized about her quite often as I did a few other mothers of friends, a few school teachers, too, but all in all I had no experience, sexually, beyond a few kisses and relentless masturbating. Also, I had reached maturity enough that I was ejaculating large loads, spurting up to my neck and face sometimes, which I was doing several times a day, every day.
Anyways, I spent the night at their house and was in a spare bedroom. When I woke up early the next morning, as I usually did, I started masturbating.
I had thrown the sheet off me because it was already hot upstairs. So I'm laying on the bed, my undies down around my knees, on my back.
I don't remember what I was fantasizing about, but in any case, just as I started to orgasm the door opens and it's his mom. Holy shit. I went from orgasmic pleasure to being mortified in an instant. But thing was, the very moment she opened the door I had literally just began to ejaculate. I stopped stroking, not knowing what to do or if I was in trouble or if she'd tell my folks - all the stuff that would go through a youngsters mind in this situation, but problem was I kept ejaculating despite not moving my hand. Obviously, unless you've done lots of Taoist-type practice, once you start to ejaculate it's involuntary and the spasms run their course. Needless to say at that age and no experience whatsoever, that orgasm wasn't going to stop. So there I am laying there, the door opens, I stop stroking but continue to ejaculate all over my belly and chest. His mom didn't say a word and was as surprised as me. She stood there for a few seconds, stunned, while I kept spurting. She then said something like; "Oh I'm sorry, I should have knocked. I just wanted you to know we're about to eat breakfast". She closed the door. I was honestly mortified and figured I'd get in all kinds of trouble but, with nothing I could do, I wiped up my mess with a wad of toilet paper, got dressed and went down to eat. The dad was out of town but there I was with my buddy, his mom and 2 sisters.
To be honest, she was totally cool and didn't behave any differently than she always did. Nothing was said about it and nothing came of it, at all.
I was terrified for a few days, that she'd call my mom or something, but gradually it was obvious that nothing bad would happen.
I continued hanging with my buddy through high school and spent the night over at his house many more times. Never got caught by his mom again, either, but she continued to do the braless thing, the bikini's when it was hot. And I continued fantasizing about her from time to time, too.
When I got older and started doing CFNM type things for women friends I've often wondered how much of the thrill of being watched is, in part, brought on by that incident. At that time it was scary, not sexy, but as the months went by I realized I'd sometimes imagine that moment, the moment of her standing there while I was spurting all over myself uncontrollably, when I got close to, and during, orgasm.
Also as I got older and began to learn how women think about sex, I started wondering if she thought of it when she masturbated, the staring at her beautiful tits, her catching me ejaculating all over myself, her walking around that house with hard nipples, braless and me constantly looking at her tits, I still to this day wonder if that was all a turn on for her, or better yet, if those things crossed her mind when she got herself off. The moved away not long after high school and I fell out of touch with him and his family.
It took awhile, psychologically, for this to become an erotic memory but it sure did. Even now all these years later I still flashback to that moment of her standing there while I shot rope after rope of semen all over myself....