For context, my father is a bit of a repressed asshole. He’s ultra
christian and by all rights a boring grumpy old fuck with way too many
opinions about things that don’t concern him. He has a lot to say about
the clothes I wear and the boys I hang around with. He is very
controlling. Goes through my phone. Tracks my phone/car. Goes through
all my shit and often takes things he doesn’t like, throwing the stuff
out.
He also NEVER knocks. Doesn’t think privacy is a right. His house his rules, blah blah blah.
Anyways, one afternoon a few months ago I was super horny and doing the
do. My dad was out running errands until he wasn’t. I heard the garage
door open and close, heard him putting bags down on the counter. I knew
he’d come tell to put everything away, but I was close, so close. I
heard him coming up the hall… I knew he wouldn’t knock on my closed
door, and something about that enraged me.
The door opened, and while he didn’t get a huge eyeful (I had an old
track shirt on and my pants and panties were pushed to my knees, fingers
on my clit), he saw enough. I stopped my movements because we made the
most awkward eye contact, but I also saw his eyes drift right where they
shouldn’t, they paused, and then he was turning, slamming the door
behind himself.
I went back to flicking the bean and proceeded to have the most wild, intense orgasm of my life.
He knocks now.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uaxt90/f_18_i_let_my_dad_catch_me_masturbating
Well … At least he knocks now
thanks for the copypasta
And you’re getting knocked later