Full House

Full House by Anonymous I am now 30 years old, and a frequent masturbator. I have always played with myself a lot, ever since I was 5 years old. Although I tried to keep my masturbation habits a secret from my parents,I'm sure they still knew that I masturbated at least once a day throughout my adolescence. Once or twice my dad caught me, and told me Ishouldn't, but it never really rubbed off. I always assumed I would just grow out of it eventually. Not only was I wrong, but I learned one nightthat they hadn't "grown out" of masturbating, either. We were sleeping in the same motel room on a two day vacation. I was tired because wehad been walking around all day, so I nodded off as soon as my head hit the poillow back in our room. When I woke up again, the room wasquiet and dark; my parents had obviously turned in while I was sleeping. I tried to go back to sleep for quite a while, but nothing was working.Then I heard a cough from the other side of the room. My mom was still awake. My parents started whispering back and forth to each other."Are you still awake?" "Yeah." "What's wrong?" "I guess I have a lot on my mind." "Would it help if I rubbed your back?" "Sure." So I hearda soft rubbing sound, nothing so special, although I did wonder what was going on over in their bed. And then my dad asked my mom, "Doyou want me to masturbate you?" Silence." Then he said, "Take your panties off and I'll rub you." In five seconds I was hard as a rock. Iwanted desperately to rub myself, but I knew they might hear me. My mom said, "Won't he hear us?" Dad said I wouldn't, that I was sleeping. Itried to stay perfectly still and to control my breathing, which was getting heavier by the second. So Dad got a kleenex from their bedside tableand went to work. I, meanwhile, was throbbing away under my blanket, scared to touch myself for fear I might come. Pretty soon it becameobvious, from all the shaking going on in their bed, that they were rubbing each other. I slid my hand as quietly as possible down into mypajamas, just to see how it would feel. My penis was swollen; one touch too many and I'd spurt all over the place. Finally, I had to do it--Icouldn't hold myself back any longer. Luckily, the noise of the air conditioner, combined with the squeaking of Mom and dad's bed springs,masked the noise of my release perfectly. I came in seconds with a few quick shakes. But then there was come all over my jams. I decided Iwould let it dry and hide my pyjamas in the morning. But that was when things got really weird. I had had my eyes closed for a few minutes,while I came, enjoying the sweetness of the moment. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mom's side of the bed shaking, while my father waswalking around the bed... to hand me a kleenex! He was naked, and I could see in the darkness a silhouette of a huge hard-on. I took thekleenex and wiped myself dry, while he went back to bed and got himself off. To this day, I haven't spoken about it with them.