Getting Caught

Not a fantasy, but an actual occasion where I was caught/almost caught.

When I was around thirteen, I found a TV channel (only had three to select from) with one of those sensational new shows. Scandals, trivia, sex. It aired after Entertainment Tonight, which often televised scantily clad celebrities that I’d store in memory for nightly edging sessions. Anyways, one night, in the TV room alone, I was masturbating to that new TV show as they “reported” on a salacious new runway trend that left little to nothing to the imagination. Sheer business suits, and essentially nude models, walking and bouncing in public and in front of me. “Won’t somebody think of the children,” was the theme, and I was all for it–thank you for this reporting Mr. Reporter, Sir! Hard as a rock, edging under my pants and underwear–stretched out flat on a rocking chair, arching my groin and humping the air.

At the last possible second and through my softcore porn trance, I heard the carpeted steps to the TV room creak as an adult’s weight made the last stride. I barely had time to switch the channel. I was still flushed, drunk on porn, not thinking with my full IQ. I looked guilty as hell and I knew it. If my pants hadn’t been a very dark shade of blue, my erection would have been obvious even at that age. And there appeared my mother. I don’t know what she thought I was up to, but apparently she believed I was up to no good from the start. She had that look which indicated suspicion.

I managed to recover and fed her some sort of story about what I was currently watching and why I had been moving so fast, but my flushed look could not so easily be erased. I had a “correct” reason to be doing something else right away, as we were talking, shutting her probe down. As I was darting down the stairs, just before I rounded the corner to them, she stopped me. She stopped me as she used the recall function on the remote and there were the runway models, thankfully not in sheer attire, strutting and bouncing their bodies. Cleavage, assess, legs, stomachs, all on full display. I was a good Christian boy and my mother would not approve–that is putting it lightly.

I was shocked, or acted shocked. I tried to put on a face and compose myself like I was a mix of disgusted, surprised, and holy all at the same time. I don’t know if it worked but it worked well enough that there was no further mention of it. But yeah, she caught me rock-dicked and horny, on the precipice of orgasm and twitching. I think she knew, but didn’t have solid enough evidence to prosecute.

Looking back, she had ample circumstantial evidence to convict. The thousands and thousands of cum stains on my pillows, sheets, underwear, and other things could not have been missed by that point. My god, I repeatedly reopened a hole she kept sewing shut–it lead to a pussy-like interior stuffing that I liked to fuck while I fantasized on a newly discovered kink. It alone was filled with hundreds of loads since I started shooting, crusted and stained around the hole. How could she not know? So she probably knew/suspected I was “abusing” myself up in the TV room alone.

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