Peeping

So this was a long time ago but I really enjoyed masturbation as a teen (and still do of course.)

I discovered masturbation through reading exotic stories. I would find them by looking them up on my phone. The site I used I can't remember but it was another masturbation site like this one. I am a twin and I lived with my grandma and my mom, switching between the two. 

Whenever I got into the bathroom, after I peed, I would go to a erotic story website and look up stories about women masturbating. (They were my favorite even back then.)

Being the horny teenager I was it would speed a good 15 minutes just beating my dick and cumming into the toilet bowl and hoping my grandma never caught me.

I had fantasies about women masturbating with me. It didn't matter if they were related to me or not. Thanks to the stories, I always fantasized about one of my family members masturbating or catching me in the act to join me. Even though it would never happen in my family, I had dreams at night where I hoped they would join me and teach me. (I even had wet dreams about it)

One day at my mom's house, my brother was playing the game and I left the room to get some water. It was a quiet night in the house. As I rounded the corner, I stopped. The way my mom's room was positioned made it possible to see her showering. It wasn't direct, but with both her door and the bathroom door open, I was able to look at the mirror and see her naked body washing herself.

Without thinking I started rubbing my dick through my shorts to the full naked body of my mom just washing herself. Her big breasts giving me a esoteric show as I could see her dark nipples perking up against the hot water.

Oh how I wished she could have saw me and brought me in the room... How is wanted her to spread her lips in front of me so I could see them in all their glory. I would love to have her soft hands around my cock, pumping it for me.

My hand gripped my tool tighter. Twisting and jerking to her dripping wet body as I stroked my dick myself behind the wall. It didn't take long until I spurted that white cream across the carpet. I couldn't clean it up since she would notice me and close her door. I simply stood there watching her body until she got out. I had to duck back into the room before she caught me.

Even now, being married, with a child, I still have these fantasies. Its wrong and I should feel bad, but I don't. I like what I like and I just can't help but enjoy the thought of a naked beauty in front of me. Her soft curves and primal urge to plunge her delicate fingers into that pretty wet rose. Their moans like a symphony in my ears as they lead themselves into a beautiful climax.