Watching My Daughter, Part 2 [Mf, voyeurism]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9grj9f/watching_my_daughter_mf_masturbation/)

Watching My Daughter, Part 2

**This story is a work of fiction**

I wish I could say that I quit spying after that first time, so embarrassed at masturbating to my own daughter’s body that I was guilted into stopping. But I wish even more than she had put on that good a show every night. I was clearly not going to stop watching. Instead, I bought an external hard drive to hold all the files I began archiving. Lucy only masturbated a couple of times a week, but I made sure I had each one of them for watching later. I taped all of her after-shower changing just for good measure. I made a solemn promise to myself that I would never touch her myself. Nor would I ever let on to what I had seen and knew, since I had no wish to make her feel ashamed in any way. But I wasn’t about to give up what I could see. As long as I could live with myself, no one was getting hurt. And I could more than live with myself.

Mutual Masturbation on a Plane [MF]

I am a long term lurker but have never actually posted a story. As I love reading on her I decided I should also share some of my stories.

I’m going to start with an experience that happened a few days ago when i went on holiday with my wife. It is not a story about us actually having sex but more like a mutual masturbation session on a night plane.
So my wife is 25, kind of short and of asian origins. She’s not slim but not fat either. Let’s say that she has a nice booty to grab and as she’s going to the gym quite often recently she actually looks really hot. She also has long black hair and a gorgeous face with south east asian traits. I am 25, blonde, tall and quite fit (some people say I’m skinny but i prefer to think I’m in a good shape).

So a few days ago we were taking the plane to get to Spain for a long weekend. My wife was wearing high waste black leggings and a white tshirt. I was wearing black adidas training pants.
I had spent the week abroad for a business trip and we had been quite busy the days before so we hadn’t had sex for like 7-8 days and i hadn’t jerked off either. So needless to say that we were both pretty horny and were looking forward to spent some time together.

Watching My Daughter [Mf, masturbation]

This story is completely fictional.

Dads are supposed to be protective of their daughters. The stereotype is you wait in the living room when she has her first date and scare the holy hell out of the boy, insuring she’ll be safe and “virtuous” when she comes home. You set curfews and ask people out in the community to keep an eye out for the couple and make sure everything’s safe for your daughter. My own experience has been somewhat different. Oh, I want my daughter safe, and I’d do anything to protect her. But keeping her “virtuous” – that’s a very different matter.

Before you get the wrong idea you should know, I’m not a molester. I’ve never touched my daughter inappropriately or asked her to touch me. I’ve never talked dirty to her or made a pass or made her feel uncomfortable in any way. No one has a more protected, peaceful life than my daughter. And it shows in who she’s become. She’s a straight-A student, president of the student council, and a cheerleader. For her sixteenth birthday last month, we gave her a car. Nothing extravagant, but nice enough. All in all, she has nothing to complain about in her life.

[MF] Sex talks face-to-face with my once hated ex

Have you ever found yourself at an incoherent intersection of being slightly drunk, mildly horny, and face-to-face with your ex talking about why she’s sitting on your bed after nearly 2 years of radio silence?
 
I’m assuming you have. So it’ll make total sense how I attempted to woo her by saying that “we are all going to die one day so we might as well have sex.” And it’ll probably make even more sense how that one line somehow got the lights off, as well as my pants, my underwear, and somehow managed to generate a warm load of splooge that splashed fantastically over the belly of this poor, poor recipient of my pathetic sarcasm.
 
Okay maybe that doesn’t make too much sense to the “lay person”, but fuck. Some people have to make a living off of notoriously and repeatedly saying the wrong thing to girls.
 
 Let me back up. I’ve been with this girl many times before. In fact, my sophomore year we consistently hooked up for about three months. That is, until my emotional ambivalence caught up with the situation. Sure we came home drunk from bars, had sex, chatted, joked, and hung out a little at the library. Nothing my 19-year-old-brain-at-the-time self couldn’t handle. I mean, couldn’t handle until she brought up the most terrifying 3-worded question ever known to boy-kind. “What are we?”
 
I imploded so fast I nearly shit myself a new ball sack. I started stuttering and convulsing; meanwhile she’s just looking at me while my brain turned into mush and autopilot took over. All I could muster was “not boyfriend and girlfriend” and the rest was history. Admittedly, that wasn’t my best moment, and I wholeheartedly regret being so obtuse. It was that movement that sparked said 2 years of radio silence.
 
Fast forward past 2 years of awkward and immature social encounters, and I find myself mildly drunk, slightly horny, and face-to-face with my ex at a bar. (So close to bed, I know). Meanwhile we are shooting the shit; body language acknowledged that was a complete and utter cock to her in the past. But let’s face it, the sexual tension was there. Nothing makes me more horny than seeing a girl I’ve been with many (many) times outside of the bedroom. I mean, come on. How can you not get horny just looking at a long lost sexual lover flashing back to the many times you’ve eloped? I digress. Anyways, she made eye contact with me and brushed my shoulder with her hand. So I had the feeling she was at least okay with me flirting with her.
 
Mini-aside: this is not the first time I’ve talked to her this year, we’ve been cordial, but never to the point of full on… conversation.
 
Okay we are back at it and I offer her a drink, she says yes and I walk to the bar. I turn, and she’s gone. “Fuck!” I thought. Then I thought “probably for the better” and I shrug it off. I’m with my friends, dick half hard and looking to recoup my loses. Too bad, it seemed. This girl was gone and my social energy has dwindled down drastically. I’m about 10 minutes from a lonesome masturbation session with Jack Johnson’ “Banana Pancakes” playing softly through my bluetooth headphones while primal screams of double-penetration gently find their way to me.
 
As we move to the next bar, we quickly realize its long line isn’t going to be worth the wait. Jack Johnson was sounding nice until I see this girl, no – the – girl, waiting with her friends in front of this new bar.
 
Bingo. I make my move in the bar line, I start up some conversation, and within 2 minutes all her friends are long gone and my dick is long as well. All I had to do was say the right thing and this. Could. Be. It. So we chat, until she complains how she has to piss “so fucking bad.” Okay, well it’s simple logic. She has to pee, I have an apartment, I’m sexually aroused and emotionally confused. I know what I have to say.
 
“Do you want to go back and use a bathroom?” (aka do you want to come over and pee in my bathroom). Jesus fucking fuck christ. Have you ever heard of anyone wheeling a girl back to their place by offering her your pisser? I mean I must take credit for one of the most grotesque achievement of horny males. So she looks at me like I’m a psycho-killer-rapist-idiot, and next thing you know we are walking towards my apartment to use my god damn bathroom.
 
Funny side note: To clarify, it was never explicitly said that we were going back to use my bathroom. We live in the same building, me on floor 4 and her on 6. So when I offered the bathroom, it was implied we would simply walk back to the building. It wasn’t until we were in the elevator that I explicitly asked her to stop on my floor to use my bathroom. Of course I don’t have the social suave-ness to do this non-verbally, so I resorted to asking her with words. The best part was my good buddy was also in the elevator with me and personally witnessed me allowing this girl to be in my bathroom. Fuck. Yes.
 
Okay, long story short, I’m not that opaque when it comes to being with a girl 1-1 in my room (of course, I let her relieve herself) Yet I was not ready for the objectivity of this exchange. And boy did I open a can of worms. Basically, 2 years of pent of jabs and sarcastic remarks sputtered out of her mouth…all covered by the sexual tension she was exuding. So it was pretty funny and fucking weird. So I played my part until I couldn’t bullshit any longer. And I did whatever any sane person would do and asked to kiss her. After some fuss, she finally conceded and the grab-bag of emotions focused solely on us being together, alone, for the first time in two years. It was nice.
 
Before I could lean in, she looks at me dead in the eyes and firmly states “Okay, fine. But please please turn off the lights, this is so fucking weird.”
 
I complied with the outstanding humility of someone who couldn’t believe how in the hell he pulled this off. We fucked into oblivion.
 
 

Masturbation, a couch and an early homecoming by wifey [MF]

One night, my wife was having drinks with her work colleagues. I was home alone, and wanted to relax after a long day. I decided to have a shower.

All clean, I dried off and decided to stay naked for a while. It’s a hot night, I’m home alone, and I’m feeling horny. I hit the couch, laying on a towel, start up my favourite porn video on the phone and commence what I’m intending to be a long, thorough stoking session.

I’m lying there, engrossed in the scene of two non-*pornstarry* guys caressing this naked girl as she strokes their penises. I’m letting my fingers run up and down my shaft.

And then I hear a noise from the doorway. I jerk (haha yeah) around and see my wife, a drunken expression on her face, leaning against the doorway with a big smile.

“Hi Sweetie,” she says. “Whatcha doin’?”

Now, I have never masturbated in front of her before, and I’m frozen like a deer in headlights, hand wrapped around my penis and other hand holding a phone displaying a sensuous MFM.

I gingerly take my hand away. “Sorry,” I say without knowing what I’m apologising for.

[f] The time I secretly watched my sister masturbating with her guy friend online

So a lot of you perverts seem to have enjoyed hearing about my slutty cabin trip haha. It seems unbelievable because you’re not actually supposed to believe it! No one was, really, and I even denied it for years. That night as I was moving from room to room I knew how outrageous it was (especially if you know me because I’m a total dork). I remember even thinking “what else can I do to make this so over-the-top no one will believe it.” That was exactly what I was thinking when I decided to straddle Jacob and guide his hard dick into me. No condom, Walked in, stroked him hard, and then rode him fast and raw. *No one will ever believe this!* and I knew it, and it actually drove me crazy. And no one would believe that I came back into Jim’s room and fucked him a *fourth* time. What can I say. Acting out things too outrageous to be true makes me wet. It’s how I like it. 

I had to pass physics [FM]

One of my degree requirements was a physics credit, I knew it was going to be a struggle so I put it off for as long as I could. It didn’t take long into the course before I was lost, math is not my strong point, and college level physics is mostly math. There was a guy in the class I knew from other courses, I always thought he might have a little crush on me, so now was a good time to make friends. I made a point of talking to Stan after class, I confessed that I was in the woods, he jumped in right away, said if I had time for a cup of coffee he would see what my problem was.

Stan understood right away, “the math isn’t your problem, you’re not applying it correctly”, or something like that. He spent about an hour with me, it was a huge help, and he gave me his number in case I had any other questions. Stan was cute in a geeky way, but I had a BF who was in school 250 miles away.

S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch5. [Fm, reluctant, oral, spank, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 5

 

Near dusk, Mother found us wiping picture frames and polishing furniture. She studied our work in minute detail. “What’s left on the checklist?”

“I think we got it all, Ruth.” Words I never would have spoken to her.

She had pinned the list to the refrigerator, with a magnet. Studying it, she coughed. “Did you sand the crossbeams?”

“I don’t remember that on the list.” Andrew cocked his head.

Mother looked at me. “You didn’t tell him?”

“I was washing the rugs out back.”

“Excuses!” She told her grandson, “That’s part of the room scrubbing. The humidity weakens the surface of those two timbers. Even if you oil them, you have to sand them once a year and apply fresh oil.

“Sorry. I’ll get to it after supper.”

“You’ll have to move out half of the furniture again to avoid drips.” She shook her head. “I don’t blame you, Grandson.” Until then, she had called him, Andy. “I see I should have been more specific. I trusted your mother to remember something that important. I was wrong.” She sighed and looked at her daughter. “You look proper worn out today, Ingrid. You can’t be expected to remember everything. I’ll help you in the kitchen.”

Linda rubs one out secretly in class

***Linda and her rapid tapping foot secretly rubs one out in class.***

It’s my junior year in high school, and my testosterone has been boosting my erectile equipment for a few years now. Having had little success in the girl department I became adept at manually attending to every young male teen’s needs with furtive handjobs.

I’m a jerking fool – 2, 3, or more times a day. From getting a boner in the shower in the morning on school days and firing my load down the drain, to bushwacking boners caused by some innocent hot girl in class (where I beat off countless times in the boy’s can), to the evening where I usually rubbed one out to sleep with the company of a Hustler or Penthouse or illegal Euro skin book.

My older brother, a Marine, would lay on me spank material he’d acquired, either from Mexico where he’d visit Tiajuana (and come home with incredible fuck stories from the bars there), or other fuck mags he’d acquired from overseas guys. All sorts of scenarios were covered in those pages of dogeared and torn pulpers – sporting assorted stains of dubious origin…

[MF] Being told, “No,” at the Asian Massage Parlor

I had gotten a few massages from Violet before, but they had all been basically chaste previously. There were some accidental brushings when she went up my thighs, but nothing explicit, so I was surprised the last time I went to see her.

She’s the best masseuse I’ve ever had, so I had made an appointment before I came just to make sure she was available. When I got there, she was the first person at the desk, which was nice, because usually I only got to see her briefly in a darkened room or on my way out of the building. This way I got to linger on her a little. She’s in her 40s or so, I’d guess, but she looks great. She’s Chinese. Black hair that’s a little frizzy, sort of a Yoko Ono-ish haircut. Pretty busty, too. Probably D cups. She checked me in and led me to my room and left me to get ready.