Caught by My Dad

I learned to masturbate on a Friday when I was 13. I remember it was a Friday because it was in the small window of time when I got home from school and before my dad got home from work. This story was the next day, Saturday afternoon.

I was so new at doing it, I did it once when I first learned and probably that night and Saturday morning. The orgasms were great, new, strong and they snuck up on me because I did not fully understand how to use my muscles like I do now. It was a wonderfull time.

This Saturday was late in the school year of 7th grade. It was getting close to summer, so by the time the mid-afternoon rolled around it was too hot to play outside. My dad was in the family room on the couch watching TV. I laid face down on the bean bag chair next to the couch to watch TV with him. The bean bag chair was my favorite place to watch TV. I could lay down instead of sitting and depending on how I sat, the chair could support my body in many different ways. It could be a chair, a pillow, I could lay down, sit, or sleep. It was firm, but comfortable all the time. I loved that chair. I do not remember the show we were watching or the conversation. After an hour or two, I was starting to get the urge to play again. Being 13 and thinking that the whole world revolved around me, my dad paid attention to every move I mad. I was trying to think of a plan; how could I go play for a few minutes and not have my dad notice. Looking back on it now, I could have not said anything and just gone to my room, he would not have noticed or cared. But I was not thinking that way. I had this secret and it was a secret that no one else knew and he would think something is strange if I did not act just right, perfectly normal.

Laying there on the bean bag chair, I opened my legs a little and let the small movement create a little bulge between my legs. Like the chair was molded around my body. The pressure of bulge pushed between my legs into my shorts. It was not much, I did not rock my hips or make any sudden moves, it was just a little pressure and it felt good. For several minutes, I was thinking of my plan to exit the room and go play and enjoying the feeling of the pressure building between my legs. The combination of it being so new, the physical pressure, and thinking of my impending play session was getting me very excited.

Then I decided, the master plan of a novice teenager. As casually as I could, I stood up and said I had to go to the bathroom. It felt like a solid plan at the time. The bathroom door was attached to the family room, so it was a 5 or 6 step walk to shut the door and start my fun. I wanted to hurry because I was so paranoid about my dad thinking I was taking too long and something else might be happening.

I stood with my legs slightly apart, leaned my back against the sink for support, and turned on the water to mask any noise. My shorts were loose cotton cheerleading shorts, so I just pulled them and my panties to the side to save time. I teased for a few seconds and started touching and rubbing gently. I remember being so nervous with my dad only one thin door and a few feet away on the couch. It was a minute or less until I was feeling my orgasm starting, sneaking up on me like the other ones had. I really did not know exactly where to rub or how fast or how hard, I was slow and gentle and it felt good. Then it was done, very underwhelming. I was not even sure if I really had it. If I did, it was little and not like the mind blowing explosions I had that morning. I wanted to keep going to see if there was more, but I was sensitive and I thought I was out of time. In my mind, the time for my excuse was up, I had to get back quickly or he would suspect something.

As quickly as I could, I moved my panties back in place, turned off the water and walked back out to the family room. I was trying so hard to control my breathing and my walk and just stay calm. It was only seconds from when I had my little disappointing orgasm to when I was trying to casually walk back to the bean bag chair. I could still feel the little throbs between my legs of the after effects. The little throbs were in time with my rapid heart beat, every step I felt the little tingles shoot down my leg. I was getting nervous, I was not controlling my breathing, I was not casually walking in front of my dad. I was still feeling good things, and I realized I was not done with my little disappointing orgasm. It was still building. I thought I was done and I stopped, but that was only seconds ago, my body did not think I was done and it kept the orgasm moving forward and getting stronger. My breathing was sharp, my walk was stressed, my face was flushed, and I was willing the good feelings to go away with all my might. I was almost to the bean bag chair when my dad asked if everything is okay. As nonchalantly as possible I answered yes and plopped down on the chair. I was not convincing and he was looking at me.

I was on the chair and I needed a new plan. If I could lay perfectly still and it would go away. I thought it would work, just lay still. But the little throbs were not going away, and the little tingles shooting down my legs were getting stronger. I was too young and too horny for it to stop so easy. It was the slight little pressure from the bulge in chair pushing gently between my legs, not much pressure, but it was enough that my un-finished orgasm kept building. I did not want this right now, not sitting in plain sight, not with my dad looking at me because I was acting weird. I was willing my body to stop the feelings but they kept getting stronger. I was holding my breath to get them to stop, my face was getting more red, I could tell and I think my dad could tell too. I felt trapped, I could not stop this feeling, my dad was looking at me, I could not get up and walk away, I was too scared to move my legs to stop the pressure. He was looking straight at me, only feet away. He asked me again if I was okay. I moved my head up slightly to look at him and answered a weak yes, still trying to hold my breath and make this stop. As I answered, my body betrayed me, my hips pushed down so slightly. I was trying not to move, but it was involuntary. My hips pushed down, the small bulge of bean bag chair pressed so gently between my legs and I felt the immense release start to rack my body.

There was nothing I could do. The slight move had pushed me over the edge. I tried to hold it in, tried to hold my breath. The immense release of my orgasm forced my hips down again, hard into the chair. I had just answered my dad, he was looking at me and I was looking at him. The orgasm exploded inside me, all my muscles clenched and spasmed, my hips rocked forward hard into the chair in time with my breath, escaping violently out of me in a several short grunts.

At some point I had dropped my face down and wrapped my arms around the chair. I was pulling  it into me as I pushed back with my hips. The orgasm was my third or forth of my life. It was strong and explosive, it lasted for 10 or 15 seconds. Part of me wanted it to stop and to never feel this again, another part of me never wanted it to stop. Both parts of me knew my dad had just seen the whole thing. I just laid there for a few seconds with my face buried in the chair afraid to look up. Then I heard my dad chuckle a little and say we should move the bean bag chair to my room for privacy. I heard him walk out of the room.