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Anyone ever accidentally seen or heard a parent masturbating, either when you were a teen or an adult?

How did it happen & what was it like?

I never did. But as a young teen I discovered my dad had Playboys and my mom had vibrators, so I was pretty sure they did! And I thought just about everyone did, so it was no big deal to me.

But knowing something and witnessing something are two different things. So, if you ever did see or hear your mother or father getting herself or himself off, what was it like? Surprising? Uncomfortable? Disgusting? Arousing? Comforting?

I heard my dad masturbate when I was in high school. I wrote about it for a story on solotouch several years ago:
https://www.solotouch.com/story/realizing-dad-jacked-off-too-67708

But basically, my dad and I were staying overnight in our empty new house. We were moving to a new town and my dad had to start immediately, so he had an apartment in the new town while the rest of us stayed in the old town until school was out and they had sold the house. During that time, my folks bought a house and my dad lived there without any furniture until we moved. He came home on weekends and usually one night during the week. Shortly before the whole family moved, school was out, so when my dad came home for the night, I went back with him so that we could do some work on the house. My room was going to be in the basement, but it wasn't finished yet, so I slept in the room that was going to be my sister's. My parents' bedroom was at the opposite end of the the hallway where my sister's room was.

My dad had been sleeping on one of our camping cots, which were metal frames with canvas fabric that we slept on. Since I was going to be spending the night, we set up a second cot in my sister's room.

My dad and I were working in the basement, framing out the room that was going to be my bedroom in the basement until it was time for bed. I stripped down to my underwear and crawled into my cot, and my dad did the same in his cot down the hall.

I was lying in bed, falling asleep when I heard a rhythmic squeaking start up down the hall. We hadn't closed our bedroom doors, so I could hear it pretty clearly. The old camping cots squeaked something awful when you rolled over or moved in them, so at first I thought my dad was probably just rolling over. But then I realized that it was going on and on and was squeaking in a regular rhythm. My parents' room at our old house was next to mine, and I often listened to them fuck in the next room and I recognized the rhythmic squeaking of a bed. But this time I knew my mom wasn't in bed with him, and it struck me that my dad was jacking off.

Well, that blew my mind since I didn't think "grownups" did things like that. I knew that I jacked off constantly, but I thought parents didn't do it since they had "real" sex. So, it was wild to me to think that my dad jacked off. It was like it legitimized the act if he did it too. I also thought it was great that I didn't have to give it up when I got older or got married.

I have to admit that the whole thing got me horny as hell, so I got brave and I started jacking off too, thinking that if I could hear him, then he could hear me, and he'd know that I did it too--just like he did. I'm not sure why that turned me on as much as it did, but it sure did.

So I'm jacking off and getting into it when I realized that my dad's cot was no longer squeaking and his room was quiet. I panicked that he had heard me and was freaked out or something and he had stopped. So I stopped. Everything was quiet for a moment or two and then I heard the rhythmic squeaking from my dad's cot start back up again. Then I wondered if he had stopped to listen to me, but then started again when I stopped so he could let me know he was doing it too.

So I started up again. We both squeaked a bit and then he stopped again. I stopped again. He started up again. This went on for awhile until I shot my load. He stopped too, so I assumed he shot.

So I didn't actually see him, but I heard him, and he heard me, and it was wild to see (okay, to hear) him in that capacity. It changed how I looked at him--in a good way.

iammmd55 wrote: ↑Fri Apr 26, 2024 10:14 pm Anyone ever accidentally seen or heard a parent masturbating, either when you were a teen or an adult?

How did it happen & what was it like?

I never did. But as a young teen I discovered my dad had Playboys and my mom had vibrators, so I was pretty sure they did! And I thought just about everyone did, so it was no big deal to me.

But knowing something and witnessing something are two different things. So, if you ever did see or hear your mother or father getting herself or himself off, what was it like? Surprising? Uncomfortable? Disgusting? Arousing? Comforting?

I used to try and spy on my dad whenever I could. He jerked off in the bathroom before work every single morning. When we had the house to ourselves, he would jerk off in his bed to porn with the door wide open. His bedroom was directly above mine, so I often could hear the bed springs and the porn playing. If I wasn't next to the door already listening and trying to watch along with him.

From age 4 on my mother was single, and I was the only male in my immediate family which included my five-years-older sister plus, effectively, my maternal grandmother who helped all of us tremendously.

Although there was never anything overt, my mother frequently reclined on her side on the couch, bent at the waist and knee with her hand tucked between her legs. She gave off a wonderful musky scent that always attracted me to her side as the family kicked back from the day, often watching tv or everyone reading. She would wear silky nightgowns that covered her but never hid her shape, her curves. I might lay with her spooning me, or lie lower on the couch, resting my head on her round butt, surrounded by her gorgeous calves and feet. It was very innocent except I was highly charged by the experience each and every time.

Around age 10 or so, I was alone in the house and began snooping around in her bedroom. In a drawer I found Masters and Johnson’s book, and was enthralled to learn from it that masturbation, along with all other sexual behaviors, were being studied scientifically. That my mother had this book was itself a thrill.

I began to connect some of her behavior in relaxation time as her stimulating herself sexually, again not overtly but secretively. I became highly tuned in to her subtle movements and posture as she reclined, in light of what I read about masturbation. Also, I found a Penthouse magazine under her bed, and she was always very sensuous — hugs and kisses were everyday activities— so it was easy to imagine her also being sensual and sexual and masturbating under her silky gown.

There were times when I would enter her bedroom while she slept, or enter the den where she was alone and curled up on the couch with her hands under her gown and between her legs, when I certain she was masturbating. She would stop when I entered the room but kept her hands where they were, and her musky scent would fill the air, to my delight.

I heard my mom moaning in her room once. I peeked through the slightly opened door to see her knees up and an old style battery powered dildo making circles around her clit.
I had a handful of cum in no time.
She later let me know she saw me standing there.