One Saturday morning, I woke with my usual morning erection crying for attention. I reached down and freed it from my boxers, playing with it and stroking it gently for a few minutes before deciding I should get my toy out for some fun. I reached under my bed and pulled the toy from its hiding place. Finally, once I was set up and ready to go, I squirted some lube onto my hard cock and onto the opening of the Fleshlight. I began fantasizing about sliding my cock in and out of a hot wet pussy; I positioned the toy so that I was in the missionary position. After about five minutes of slowly fucking my toy, I decided to change positions and lie on my back, as if the girl I was fantasizing about was on top.
I started off slow again but then began fucking my toy quite fast and could feel my orgasm building. A few more thrusts, and I let out a small moan.”Mmm, that was good,” I thought.
I lay there on my bed for a few minutes, with my cock still in the toy. Just as I was about to slide it off and get cleaned up I heard a creak outside my door. I quickly glanced over and noticed someone disappear from the door that I must have left slightly open.
I panicked.
I lay there still for a few minutes not sure what to do. I felt my cum dripping out of the fleshlight and onto my stomach. I decided I should get cleaned up, then go downstairs and see if anything was said. After rinsing the cum out of the Fleshlight and wiping it off my stomach, I put my toy back in its hiding place and went down stairs. I looked out onto the drive and noticed dads car wasn’t there. So I thought it must have been my step mum or my sister.
I heard the TV on in the living room so I hesitantly walked in to find my sister watching TV.
“Morning, sis,” I said.
She looked over at me and said, “Morning, Ryan.”
I stood at the door for a few minutes but nothing more was said. “Hmm, nothing different there,” I thought.
I then heard some dishes being rattled in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and said, “Morning, mum,”
No reply… I once again said, “Morning, mum,” a little louder this time.
“Oh, morning, son. Sorry I was in my own world there,” she finally said, without lifting her head to look at me.
My mind was racing. Was it my step-mum that saw me masturbating? Could it be that she was still thinking about me using my toy? I stayed in the kitchen for a few minutes- nothing else was said, but she still hadn’t looked at me. I told her I was going to go for a shower and left.