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The original question was - Have you ever caught a man flashing or masturbating? Been caught by your children? How did you react? Did you say anything?
Updated 10/08 [M 55] I was a sophomore in college about 19 y/o and was masturbating one afternoon while lying on a sofa on the screened back porch of a house that I rented with 3 or 4 friends. I was slowly " jerking off " while looking at a Playboy or similar type of magazine for about 10 or 15 minutes. I ejaculated and then started to clean up when I heard giggles and laughter and looked up to the right only to see my girlfriend and three of her girl friends standing by the screen door and windows. Wow! How embarrassing. My girl friend called the next day to say our relationship was over since I was some type of pervert. I had to spend the rest of the semester taking a class in which 2 of her girlfriends were in and occasionally watch them smile and giggle at me. Another embarrassment.
Updated 9/08 [F] When I was first starting out, I masturbated with the bedroom door wide open. I figured the best "hiding spot" was in the open. Well, it was for a few months anyway until I got caught. After that, I saved my "fun" times for night time--with the door firmly shut. I didn't get any enjoyment in getting caught by my mother, though. But being that most of my childhood up to 16 (3 years after masturbating) I never had my own room, I learned to be -extra- quiet with my younger siblings being in the room.
[M] My wife and I had only lived in our house for about 6 months and it was still largely unfurnished. We had moved from a one bedroom apartment so we had bedroom furniture and some living room stuff which we had put in our family room. We had bought the living room furniture with the house but we still had two empty bedrooms and an empty dining room.
I was working 2nd (4:30 to 1:00) shift in a machine shop and was kind of dirty when I got home. After being yelled at a few times by my wife about leaving my dirty clothes in the bedroom, I started stripping in the laundry room which was right inside the back door and taking a shower and going to bed. I would walk through the house naked and my wife knew it. She went to work at 7 A.M. so she would always be in bed when I got home. We had developed this code that if she wasn't sex, she would be nude in bed and I was to wake her. If she was willing but not pushing for it, she would have on a top but no pants. I was then free to wake her if I wanted. But if she was fully clothed when I got in be I was not to wake her.
One week, she told me her sister was coming on Saturday to help shop for furniture. On Friday night I was very horny I figured my wife would be too. She didn't work on Saturday and we usually had a big night on Friday. I got home about 1:30 and stripped in the laundry room and took my shower. I was a little surprised that my wife was already in bed and even more surprised when I found her with a night gown and panties. I was very horny so I laid on the bed jerking off. Just as I was about to cum, the light went on and my wife was standing in the door yelling my name. I turned to see who was next to me just and my sister-in-law started to sit up and as a shot my load. A big glob of cum hit her in the face.
My wife was very mad and pulled me naked down to the laundry room to show me a note she had left saying that her sister was in our bed and to come to bed in the family room. I thought she know my entire routine but she did not know I never turned on the lights in the laundry room so did see the note.
As I told you before, I had to serve my sister-in-law breakfast in bed still nude. I tried to apologize and explain what happened. Her only response was "So that is why she insisted that I put on that night gown". My wife had set it up. Of course she had no way of knowing I would cum at that time but she planned on catching me nude in bed with her sister.
Updated 9/07 [M 26] I've just turned twenty six, and I've been out of college for a few years now, but the odd relationship I had had with a roommate still sticks in my head, even today. In my senior year, I had moved in with another girl into an apartment house just outside campus when I needed a roommate to help with bills. Her name was Syvia and she was dark haired and tall and lithe business major. And she was always popular with jocks, who she'd bring home at least once a week for sex. I on the other hand was and am short, blonde, and on the chubby side (no, I won't reveal my weight!), and was an art major. I dated writers, musicians, and artists (of both sexes). In other words, if we hadn't moved in together, we'd probably never have met. One of the very first things I told Sylvia about was that I was a chronic masturbator, and asked if that bothered her. She said she didn't mind, so I took that as a green light to get myself off whenever I liked. I'd normally masturbate laying down on my tummy and humping my pillow, or humping the bed.
A lot of times, I wouldn't even bother to close my bedroom door when Sylvia and I were alone, and I knew she could see me stark naked with my ass frenzidly riding up and down. When one of her guys would spend the night, I'd wait to masturbate after they were done having sex, and were probably asleep. Still, I had wondered more than once if they could hear my bedsprings creaking through the bedroom wall as I was fucking the bed or my pillow. Secretly, I wanted them to hear - especially Sylvia, who I admittedly more than a little hot for.
I could tell Sylvia was at first made a little uncomfortable by my sexual interests in inanimate bedroom items and furniture, despite telling me to the contrary. Later, my humping became no big deal. So much so that one after noon when I had gotten back from class, I was on top of my pillow and having sex with it, when Sylvia walked in my room and casually reminded me she needed a ride down town since her car was in the shop. Asking her to give me a minute, I finished up by jack hammering my pussy into my pillow till I made myself cum, all the while knowing she was standing there, watching me as I was getting myself off in front of her. I'd always like imagining I'd walk in on Sylvia masturbating, and that she'd let me watch - and maybe we'd have sex afterward - but it never happened.
Even though she would see me masturbating, she'd talk to me about whatever subject on hand when I was done, as if it I hadn't just done something most people might consider embarrassing or even socially inappropriate. When we graduated, we hugged and promised to keep in touch (we never really did outside of the occasional Christmas card), though even then my habit self pleasure never came up, even though I wished it had. Since then, when I'm humping my pillow, I often realize just how sexually exciting it was to have Sylvia watching me masturbating!
Updated 8/07 [M 60] I've started writing several time on this subject in the past. It is just that it was so embarrassing at the time that I'm not crazy about recollecting the event. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. It was on a weekend morning. I and my wife woke up early and we ended up laying in our bed kissing. This soon graduated to actual foreplay. I soon ended up with my pajama bottoms off and my wife with her nighty pulled up. We eventually ended up with me laying on my back and my wife straddling my head with it buried between her legs giving my wife oral sex. She was twisted around with my erect penis in her hand and she was stroking on it. She later told me she was just about to raise up, move down and come down on my penis sliding it into her pussy. I know I was sure ready. Right then our bedroom door opened and in walked our little 5 or 6 year old daughter. I'm not positive exactly what age she was. The first thing we heard was her sucking in air over her vocal cords. She came in kind of at the worse time. Mommy setting on daddy's face with her "tee tee place" right in daddy's face and her daddy's "winnie" was now a big hard monster and not the little limp thing that she had seen in the past when she had seen me taking a shower. My wife jumped up and then got on the floor pulling down her nighty. I rolled over real quick to hide my penis. But, it was too late. She had already seen us. She then turned and ran out of the room. I and my wife looked at each other and then my wife said she'd go talk to her. I was sure glad to hear that because I had no idea what to tell her. Later that morning I ask my wife how it went. She said she just told her like it is. That mommy's and daddy's do things like this and she'd understand more when she grows up and told her we were making love to each other. Our daughter was pretty quite that day but soon seemed to recover. She is now in her mid thirties, married with two children so it is obvious now that she certainly knows what mommy and daddy were feeling that morning.
[M] This goes back to when I was first married over 50 years ago. We were living at my wife's parent's home. We had the 3rd floor and our first child. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and the baby was asleep in her crib. We felt it was a good time to have sex. We were both nude and on top of the bed haing sex when my wife's sister came up the steps. I did not hear her and when my wife saw her she chased her back down to the 2nd floor. Her sister was 17 at the time and had to have been standing there for about 15 to 20 seconds. She had a good view of my backside going up and down. I am not sure what else she may have seen but it was embarrassing at the time. Thinking back upon that event it was exciting. The wife's sister may have received a lesson about sex that day that they do not teach in class. I will have to ask her someday if she can remember what she saw on that day.
Updated 9/05 [M] This isn't about catching someone masturbating, but rather the reverse. When I was about twenty, a buddy of mine stopped by my house. Although my door was closed, he nonetheless directly entered my room, either without knocking, or perhaps after a cursory knock; I don't remember. Regardless, I was reclining on my bed stripped completely nude, pleasuring my well lubricated cock, and ogling an issue of Playboy or Penthouse, so there was no doubt whatsoever about what I was doing. In spite of other things that I had done up to that point or would later do, like going naked at a nude beach, ! being caught masturbating, particularly by a male friend, was rather embarrassing. To my buddy’s credit, he made no comment about my nude, aroused state, and afterward neither of us ever mentioned the incident.
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