One summer afternoon when I was fifteen I was laying on my bed slowly teasing myself to orgasm. It had been kinda hot sharing a room with my sister once we both admitted we masturbated, but it was still nice having total privacy to enjoy myself whenever I wanted. I had one hand under my T shirt caressing my breast while my other hand slipped down my shorts to tease my hard little clit till I was so wet I could hear the squishing sounds even without fingering myself.
I was just getting close to cumming when the door opened and my mom walked in. I gasped, pulled my hands away and tried to pretend I hadn’t been doing it. She looked straight at me, said, “Sorry honey I didn’t mean to disturb you,” and left the room, closing the door behind her.
I waited till I was sure she was gone, then I got up, locked the door, climbed back into bed and went back to rubbing off. It only took me a minute to finish and I came really hard, my whole body quivering as a rush of pure pleasure ran through me. It was almost like my mom accidentally catching me made my orgasm twice as strong.
I went downstairs to the kitchen after I was done and my mom smiled and offered me some ice cream. We talked like normal and nothing was said about it until years later when we started talking about masturbation more openly. Then she admitted she’d heard moaning and grunting noises as I came (I guess I wasn’t as quiet as I thought I was).
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