My dad saw me, and I don’t know what to do. Let me rewind a little; I recently discovered proper masturbation, and finally the orgasm that’s been eluding me for some time. Ever since this sexual discovery, I’ve been awakened and hungry for more, I’ve been filled with much confusion, passion, fantasy, and lust. It’s incredible what doors have opened to me ever since discovering not only my own body, but my desires as well. With that being said, allow me to discuss yesterday’s events.
After school yesterday, I had decided that I was going to go home and masturbate. I was really aroused during school and allowed many thoughts to get the better of me. My economics teacher had excused me from class because essentially, I was caught up with all my requirements needed for an A. I didn’t need to be there and I wanted to use this time to spend with my boyfriend. The reason being, he’s on the basketball court everyday during my economics class. I’ve recently started to enjoy watching the boys play basketball at my high school. If I sit close enough and fixate on their crotches, I can sometimes see their dicks flopping in their shorts a little. I was just feeling a little more aroused than usual. I was very stimulated and achy; I knew I’d be masturbating when I got home. I just needed to hold out until then.
Upon getting home, I knew I’d be masturbating by way of bathtub faucet. With the help from a friend and of course the internet, I discovered how amazing running water orgasms are. It allows me to relax and eventually cum while underwater, so I don’t make noise. I haven’t mastered a silent orgasm yet, and really don’t have a desire to. But I do have an uncanny ability of holding my breath for a bit, while under water. I like our bath tub because it’s a good size. It’s not one of those rectangular regular size ones. It’s a bigger triangle sized tub in the corner of our bathroom. My mom says it’s called a garden tub, whatever that means. Nevertheless, I was already feeling flushed and horny by the time I got home. I had to immediately go upstairs.
While I was on my way home, I wanted to convey to my boyfriend how hot I thought he was, and how hot he made me while I was watching him. It wasn’t until I had undressed that I decided that I was going to set my cell phone up so that it would record myself masturbating. I planned on sending it to him. I grabbed a change of clothes, placed them on the counter, undressed myself and took a moment to stare at my naked body in the mirror. This wasn’t out of admiration of myself, it was more exploratory. I wanted to take notice of the subtle difference that I didn’t notice before. The way my nipples erected was so much more different than how it occurred during cold weather or certain fabrics touching my skin. My nipples were now an area that brought pleasure to me when I touched them, where in the past I just looked at my nipples as a part of my chest. My areolas seemed to respond to subtle massages that made me even more wet. Before getting into the tub, I again had to examine the extent of my wetness between my legs. To any of my fellow female friends, I have yet to discover the normal amount of wetness. I am unaware of what is too much and what isn’t enough. However, I find it not only alarming, but almost inconvenient how wet my body gets when sexually aroused or stimulated. Again, there was a line of what can only be described as pre-cum, running down my leg. I examined the slimy texture; I rubbed my vagina while looking in the mirror only to see my hand saturated in my own juices.
It was time to get into the tub. I really want to skip to the end so that I can convey the disturbing part. But I recently discovered that some people have been jerking off to me pouring my heart out on this platform. So, with that being said, I’ll quickly describe my masturbation session.
My phone was set up, propped up and ready to record. I hopped in the tub and laid on my back. The tub was empty; I would allow it to slowly fill while water ran over my vagina. It really didn’t take much stimulation of my clit to orgasm; the water was going to be doing all of the work. The sound of the running water also helped when I did accidently make noise. I laid there, water running, legs shaking; I was close to an orgasm, but not there yet, I was breathing heavy and my eyes were already rolling backwards. Although I’ve orgasmed with my head underwater before, there were still difficulties, especially after you’ve been panting and hyperventilating. Nevertheless, I submerged myself while water ran over my clit, then I’d come back up for a little air. I’d repeat this while pulling the drain cap. I remember thinking that this orgasm would feel so much better if I could just come up for air and scream. My lustful thinking found logic in convincing myself that I would act like I stubbed my toe if anyone knocked or asked if was ok. It sounded perfect to me! On the verge of my legs and body tensing up, my knees turning inward, and my hips beginning to grind the water; I was about to cum. I was going to cum hard, and I really needed this. Fuck it; I’m coming up. As my body shot up from the water I immediately groaned “OOHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH GOD!” Followed with intense hyperventilation and some splashing. OMG, it felt like my legs were absolute jelly, and it would appear that no body paid any mind to my moan. Thank God!
“Knock, knock, knock, knock” “Honey? You ok in there?” “Yeah Dad! I just hit my funny bone, that’s all.” I’m so fucking embarrassed! Exactly what I was afraid would happen; HAPPENED! Whatever, there was nothing I could do about it now. I’ll just get dressed and head to my room.
Now I KNOW I grabbed a pair of panties when I gathered my clothes to come in here. They were blue panties; I know I grabbed them. At that moment, I thought I was losing my mind. I wrapped a towel around myself and decided to get dressed in my room.
I was finally able to relax that evening. I texted my boyfriend for a bit, watched an episode of “The Boys” on Prime, then decided to crop and edit the video clip I wanted to send to my boyfriend. Of course, I wanted to watch it first. So! How do I put this? Here I am watching myself spread my legs wide, practically humping the water, going under and out of water. I continue watching when all of a sudden, the blood left my body. I was frozen, I was white with tunnel vison and couldn’t snap out of it. My only thought, Breathe Amber, just breathe. DELETE: I immediately deleted the video; maybe deleting it will mean it never happened.
Ok, we’ll fast forward now. I eventually recovered the deleted video, and HAD to watch it again. Only this time, I found myself rewinding, and rewinding, and analyzing, and zooming, and making feeble attempts to determine and define what had just occurred. The good news was, I wasn’t losing my mind. I now know where my panties went.
How is it that my dad happened to walk in on me while I was underwater? Furthermore, how the FUCK did I forget to lock the bathroom door? While watching the video clip, I observed my own father walk in, watch me with my pussy high in the air with the faucet running over it, and stare. He turned saw my clothes, and quickly snatched up my blue panties while leaving. When watching the video, it seems like an eternity of standing and watching me; but he’s really only in the bathroom for no more than 50 seconds. Now! Let’s get back to what in particular turned me white and had me hyperventilating. I can’t understand why my dad knocked on the door after already walking in on me! After making the noise I made when I orgasmed, my dad knocked and asked if I was ok. Looking back, I now know that my dad MUST have known I was having an orgasm. SO WHY would he ask if I was ok? He must have known it was an orgasm, right? I have this feeling that something else might be going on, and now this incident occupies my mind all the time.
I woke up this morning and my dad was already at work. I had to undergo the usual routine I always do when getting ready for school, but I needed to know where my panties were. They obviously weren’t in my room; so I checked the hampers, nothing. Sometimes there’s laundry in the dryer that hasn’t been removed yet, still nothing though. Dare I check my parents hamper in their bathroom? Well, I did, and still nothing. WHERE THE HELL WERE MY PANTIES?!?! Then, it hit me, I just knew, and upon knowing I was immediately comforted. They probably made their way into my mom’s panty drawer, maybe my dad just thought they belonged to my mom. I would just go into my mom’s drawer and take my panties back. The familiar tunnel vision and cold sweat returned when I noticed absolutely NO blue inside my mom’s panty drawer. Looking back, I believe that feeling derived from knowing that there was only one place left to look; one place I was afraid to find them.
I’ve NEVER gone through my dad’s top drawer; I’ve never had any need or desire to. But this time, this time it was as simple as a process of elimination. I think I wish I would have just walked away, perhaps it was better not knowing. Regardless, my need to know outweighed that option and I yanked open his drawer. Boxers, white shirts, a small box and bottle that says TRT, whatever that means, AND of course, my blue panties. My fucking panties are in my dad’s drawer. My fucking panties are in my dad’s drawer, I just needed to say it again, because I’m so confused right now.
I’ve only given my boyfriend one blowjob ever. I remember when he came all over his stomach, I accidently used his shirt to clean him up. I just didn’t know what seaman did to clothes, and how hard it made the fabric. I learned that day though, and when examining my panties, I discovered the all too familiar feeling of cum on clothing. I knew! I immediately knew, and I knew if I took my panties back, he’d know I was the one who took them. I had no choice but to leave them. That was it, they were his now, and all I could think of now was, what was next? My mind flooded with images of my dad’s penis inside my panties, or God forbid the idea of my dad actually making a move on me.
There was no way I’d ever tell mom. Austin could never know about this; PLUS, there was no way I was going to text him that video now. I was stuck, and there was noting I could but write this down and share my dilemma with others. Perhaps I can make a more calculating and less emotional move with the assistance and input of those who have actual advice. For the rest of you, have fun jacking off.
P.S. I really doubt my dad even knows ANYTHING about Reddit, but just in case, I want to leave this little message. Dad? if for some fucked up and CRAZY reason you discover this reddit account, please give me the opportunity to explain myself. I’d be A LOT sorrier if I didn’t see you DO what you did. Therefore, it seems that WE HAVE A LOT TO TALK ABOUT.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ttcjim/my_dad_caught_me