In the Mirror

In my teens, when I lived at home with my parents, I'd have to try and sneak in crafty evening masturbation sessions while they were otherwise occupied. I'd retrieve my hidden stash of porn magazines from a locked LP record case, and arrange the pages of photos of my favourite models around the bed, strip off and happily stroke away at my hard cock while reading the stories and readers letters and fantasising over the models or readers wives, until I came into a handily placed bunch of tissues. On one such occasion I knew that my parents had a visitor downstairs so I thought I'd grab a quick wanking session whilst they were entertaining their guest. Things were going well for me, there I was naked on my bed, my hard cock glistening with baby oil, my hand stroking away at it whilst I ogled the models and savoured the stories, when for some reason I felt the need to look up. As I did, I saw in my wardrobe mirror that my bedroom door was slightly open and I could see the face of someone looking in on me. Scared that it was one of my parents I stopped what I was doing and began pulling up the duvet. "Don't" said a voice. Then the door open further and my cousin Susan stepped into the room, quietly closing the door behind her. "Please, Richard, don't stop" she said. "Shit" I muttered. "How long have you been there?" I asked her. I'd not seen Susan for several years after she and her mom had moved down south to the coast. the last I'd heard from her and her mom, Susan had been married and divorced in quick succession. "Here, or here watching you having a wank?" she replied with a smile. "Both" I said, still covering up my now deflated cock. "Well, about an hour with your parents, and 10 minutes watching you enjoy yourself" Susan said, giggling. "Bugger" I muttered. "Hey Rich, don't worry. I was enjoying watching you. Why don't you carry on?" she asked me. "Pardon?" I squeaked. "Carry on, wanking. I'd like to watch you doing it and see you cum" Susan said mater of factly. "You would?" I said, feeling a thrill of excitement, my cock twitching at the thought. "Yep, of course I would. My ex never would let me watch him beat off" Susan sighed as she looked at my hands covering my cock. "Is it my imagination, or is your dick getting hard?" she asked me. I removed my hands and she could see that my cock was rapidly swelling. "Lovely" she mumbled. "Does this mean you'll be wanking off now then?" she asked me, grinning. I said nothing, just poured some more baby oil over my swollen cock and began stroking it. "Nice" she muttered as she leant against the bedroom door, just gazing at me stroking my hard, oiled cock. I glanced at her, then using my other hand, picked up one of the porn magazines and flicked through it until I found the page I remembered. I laid the magazine down, open at the page I'd remembered. The model in it had a lovely, curvy body, and was smiling suggestively, her tongue licking her lips. Susan looked at the magazine and I heard her breath catch. "Richard, she looks like me" Susan said. "Yes, she does, doesn't she" I replied as I carried on wanking. Susan seemed to hesitate before speaking again. "Do you toss off over her often?" she asked me. I stopped stroking my cock, and looking Susan in the eyes, said "Frequently". "Why is that then?" my cousin asked me, with a hopeful look. "Why do you think Susan?" I said, winking at her. "Because she looks like me?" asked Susan smiling. "Yep, exactly right" I said. Then I turned back to the magazine and started wanking again. I said nothing else as I stroked my hard cock. I glanced at my wardrobe mirror every so often and saw my cousin intently watching me masturbate. Gradually I increased the pace of my stroking as I grew more excited, and hearing some soft moaning I glanced again at the wardrobe mirror. In it I saw that my cousin had one of her hands down the front of her jeans, the other was kneading her breasts, and she was licking her lips as she watched me toss off. As she saw me watching her, she smiled and winked at me. "Rich, please, carry on. I'm close to cumming and need to see you spunk off soon" she said hoarsely. How could I say no to her request? I started stroking my cock again, faster this time, watching her in the mirror as I did so. Her hands moved more quickly as she watched me, her tongue licking her lips regularly. And then I came. My spunk spurting out, high into the air, and landing with a splat over the magazine with the model who looked like her. My cock seemed to pulse as fresh waves of spunk flowed from it. I could see in the reflection from the wardrobe mirror Susan shudder and bite her lip as she stifled a moan. "Rich. Thank you" she said as she continued to lean against my bedroom door, a smile playing on her lips. "It was a pleasure Susan. Anytime you visit, just let me know" I said, smiling back at her. "Likewise Rich. I'll definitely take you up on that offer" she said, grinning at me as she straightened her clothing. "You'd better clean yourself up before your Mom wonders what were doing and barges in" continued Susan. "Pity you messed up your wank mag though" she said. "Yep. I don't suppose I'll be able to get a back issue now" I sighed as I began wiping myself clean. "You never know Rich, something may turn up in the post one day" my cousin said as she left the room, leaving me to tidy up and hide the evidence of my pleasure from my parents. A few weeks later a package did turn up. Not a back copy of the magazine I'd ruined with my spunk, but a packet with Susan's hand writing on it, addressed to me. Inside was a letter and a further envelope. I opened the letter and read; "Dear Rich. Thank you for a wonderful time when I last visited. I really enjoyed our moment of sinful pleasure. I particularly loved watching you wank, and especially loved seeing you spurt your cum for me. It gave me a thrill then, and the memory still excites me now, weeks later. I'm sorry that you ruined your magazine in the process, but perhaps the contents of the enclosed envelope will make up for that? I hope so. Please let me know either way. Your loving cousin, Susan". On the reverse of the letter was the telephone number for the new flat she had recently moved into. Curious, I opened the enclosed envelope. Inside were several polaroid photos of Susan and a further note in her hand writing. "Rich. I hope that you can use these polaroid pics to enjoy yourself with. Some a friend took for me, some I took myself. You'll probably figure out which is which. Love, Susan". I looked through the selection of polaroids. There were ones of Susan posing for the camera in various pieces of lingerie. In some shots she was wearing matching bra and knicker sets, some she was wearing negligees, in others she was wearing a corset or Basque along with knee high boots. All the shots gave me a stiff cock. Then I nearly spunked in my pants. Two of the polaroids were very intimate. One showed her holding open her pussy lips with her fingers, and another showed two of her finely manicured fingers inside her glistening pussy. Needless to say, after my parents went out that evening, my cousin received a telephone call from me expressing my sincere thanks .. along with some heavy breathing and groans from myself as I came over her photos while talking to her. 35 years on and I still have those polaroids. Susan told me recently that she has the ones that I sent her of me in various stages of masturbation, including several of spunk running out of my cock. There's a family gathering soon, so we're hoping to be able to sneak off to one of our hotel rooms and enjoy some mutual self pleasuring.