Masturbate

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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I was laying on my bed, home for a few weeks from university, just chilling, I had been listening to a podcast through my buds, but one had dropped out, the podcast stopped and I could hear the sounds of the house through my open door. Mum was downstairs in the kitchen doing food prep, or 'mis en plas' as they called it in Uni, and I didn't know where Dad was, but I thought I could hear him breathing, almost gasping, he must have been doing a workout perhaps?

I heard Mum come upstairs, and then go into their bedroom.

"Oh, for goodness sake," she said, "really?"

Dad's heavy breathing and gasps stopped.

"What do you expect?" He said.

"Can't you just control yourself?"

Control himself? What on earth was he doing? I could not imagine.

"I still have needs," he said.

'Needs?' What needs could he be talking about?

"Well control them, for goodness sake, I don't want to be confronted with you doing that when I come into the bedroom." Mum seemed angry.

"Oh don't be so prissy Margaret," Dad said, "the bedroom is the perfect place."

"Just stop it, you're not a teenager anymore." I heard Mum come out onto the landing shutting their bedroom door behind her, and then my door opened.

"Hello sweetheart," she said, I made a show of taking out my earbud, as if I had been listening to something on my phone.

"Oh, hello Mum did you say something?" I can be so deceitful.

"Just hello, do you have any laundry that needs doing?"

"Only what is in the laundry hamper Mum. Do you need me to help with anything?" Please say no Mum, I am feeling lazy.

"Okay Sweetheart, and no, nothing, thank you for asking."

Mum went downstairs and I lay there wondering what on earth Dad could have been doing that got Mum so riled up, not a teenager anymore? Was he wanking? Wow, that was all I could think of. I was sure the truth must be something else, but I couldn't think what. Imagining my Dad wanking was not something I should be doing, but the images were in my head and would not go away. Not that I knew what his dick actually looked like. My mind inserted generic cock images.

Tea was savoury mince and mash, and Mum didn't seem off with Dad in anyway, normality had returned, whatever it was that annoyed her earlier seemed to have gone away. After tea I stacked the dishwasher and wiped across the work surfaces and just generally tidied the kitchen. We sat watching TV and then I announced I was going up. TV was boring and I wanted to lay in bed and listen to podcasts and watch reels and just chill out.

I went up to my room, stripped off and nipped to the bathroom, Mum and Dad were still downstairs, so I didn't worry about being seen naked, not that I would be that bothered, it was just Mum and Dad after all. I lay on my bed, still too warm to get under the covers and started watching a few reels, but they just seemed to be irritating people, nothing really amusing, so I put my phone on my nightstand to charge along with my buds and just lay there.

After a while Mum and Dad came up, the landing light was turned off and they went into their room. There were the usual sounds that you would expect from their ensuite and then I heard.

"No Daniel, how many times."

"Bloody hell Margaret, birds do it, bees do it and even educated fleas do it, why can't we?"

"Because I said no. Now go to sleep."

Crikey, poor old Dad, sounds like Mum doesn't want any conjugals anymore, perhaps the change had upset her hormonal balance. I lay there my finger gently sliding up and down my crease, my labia sliding out of its way, wetness level increasing and I found my entrance and delved. My finger pushed inside me, and I wished I had got my toy out of my bag and put it into my nightstand, I was feeling the need for more than a finger.

I scraped a nail across my G Spot and a shiver of pleasures ran through me. A finger on my other hand sought my nubbin and slowly pressed, rotating it, pulsing it, and my pleasures increased and I heard myself gasping.

"Hush Melanie," I whispered, "you don't want them to hear."

I began to pump my finger in and out, my fanny swallowing and almost gripping my finger. I eased my finger out and added a second, slowly, widening them as they went inside my body, edges of fingernails catching the ripples and bumps and sending pulses of pleasures through me, my gasps were getting louder.

My eruption took me by surprise, an orgasm exploded through me, and I let out the loudest of sighs and slumped back on the bed, my breath deep, my chest heaving. Gosh, where did that come from?

I pulled my quilt over me and the night took me, my dreams punctuated by my Mum refusing Dad again and again. I awoke dripping, that had been a sultry and disturbed night. I threw my robe on and went to the bathroom and ran the shower, I was in need. I stood under the falling water for a while, letting it just wash away the perspiration, and then I lathered and scrunchied myself. As I sprayed the hose over me to wash away the suds I caught my nubbin with a jet of water.

I gasped again, gosh, what was up with me. I was not going to stand in the shower and bring myself off with the water from the shower head. Well, not whilst Mum and Dad were at home. I forced myself to turn the shower off and stood and dripped dry before getting out and patting myself dry with a towel. Back in my room I threw my robe over towards the door and sat on my bed.

I could hear Mum downstairs, and Dad was in their bedroom, getting dressed I presumed. I put a polo shirt on, a skirt and a pair of knickers and went down.

"Morning Mum," I said.

"Morning sweetheart," she answered, "toast or cereal?"

"Oh, cereal I think," I answered, grabbing a bowl and getting the milk from the fridge. Two Weetabix went into the bowl and were doused with milk, and left to soften, I love the almost porridge like texture of milk sodden Weetabix.

"Tea in the pot," Mum said, and I nodded a thank you and grabbed a mug, poured myself some tea, added milk, and then put the milk back in the fridge.

Dad came in, he usually has cornflakes, unless it is a weekend when he usually has bacon sandwiches. He gave Mum a peck on the cheek and grabbed a mug to do himself some tea.

"I am going to Waitrose and across to the White Rose Centre if anyone wants to come with me," Mum announced as Dad was pouring cornflakes into a bowl.

"No thanks Mum," I said, I don't have any spare money and traipsing around the White Rose and not able to spend anything wasn't my idea of fun.

"Not me either Margaret, unless you particularly want me to. I have some things here I want to do"

"No worries, I shall probably not be home in time for lunch, so you can get yourself something. There are some crumpets in the fridge if you want."

"Okay Mum," I said between mouthfuls of soggy and delicious Weetabix.

After breakfast I tidied the kitchen, and then I headed on up to my room to lay on my bed. As I lay there I listened to the sounds of the house, slight creaking as it cooled down after the early morning heating had gone off. There was another noise, right on the edge of my hearing. I concentrated on it, focussed, and listened just to it, and then I realised what it was.

Dad was masturbating again. I could hear his breaths, and the sound of his dick. A dick makes a sound when it is being wanked, a sort of sliding and slushing sound, and the sound of the mans hand hitting his pubis on the down stroke. I have watched many a boyfriend wank and I know that sound.

As quietly as I could I eased off my bed and went onto the landing, Dad's door was half open. I could see him in the reflection in the wardrobe mirrors. His trousers and underpants were round one ankle, his other leg free, legs apart. His hand was working his dick, pummelling it up and down, hard, fast. The sounds were much clearer here than in my room and I knew that my fanny was getting wet.

"Oh baby," Dad muttered as his hand moved, the end of his dick appearing and disappearing, a dark purple beacon on the end of his dick. "Oh Mel," quietly.

What? What the fuck? Was Dad really saying my name, was he really wanking to fantasies of me? Oh my God.

Faster his hand seemed to move, his dick really waving around as his hand pumped, "Oh God Mel," he gasped, and his dick spurted, his hand stopped, the end of his dick clear, spurts shooting from the end, so white against the dark purple of his glans. He began to move his hand again slowly as if extracting every drop that he could.

I backed away and went to my room, I was confounded, confused. I knew that Mum had stopped wanting sex, and it seems, wouldn't even help Dad out with her hands, but why did that mean that Dad was now mentally shagging me? I had never imagined shagging Dad, even after I had occasionally seen him naked, he was my Dad, and that was that.

My fanny was hot, and I knew I was soaking wet. I slipped my knickers down and tentatively ran a finger in my channel, my labia folding slickly around my finger making a very slight slush noise as my finger moved between my entrance and my clit. I touched my clit and I gasped, my breath held in my throat as my brain saw images of Dad's dick, hard, purple, ready.

My other hand betrayed me and two fingers pushed inside my soaking wet fanny, my brain telling me it was Dad's dick, "Oh God," I gasped, my fingers began to pump inside a finger shag, my other finger dabbing at my clit, touching, pressing, pushing, leaving, and my nipples felt so hard on my chest. "Dad," I gasped.

I was imagining Dad shagging me, his dick inside me, pushing up, surrounded by my body not his hand, my hot wet fanny walls squeezing his dick and my orgasm erupted and I gasped loudly and sank back on the bed. There was a creak on the landing and as I gasped my recovery, I realised Dad must have been there. Had he heard me? Had he watched me?

Slowly I relaxed and my breathing went back to normal. I could hear Dad down in the kitchen, I slipped to the bathroom and washed my fanny, wiping away my juices, drying myself and being normal again.

I had to act normal. I slipped a pair of knickers on and went downstairs.

"Shall I do us some lunch Dad," I said as if nothing had happened.

"Yes please baby," he answered.

In the fridge I found some corned beef, and there was enough crusty loaf left to make us a round of sandwiches each. I cut a chunk of butter off the block in the fridge and put it in the microwave for fifteen seconds to soften, buttered the bread and added the corned beef. Much better than crumpets.

"Mustard?" I asked.

"Horseradish please," he answered.

I took the jar of Stokes Horseradish from the fridge and added some to his sandwich. I preferred mustard, and so I added that to mine. I poured two glasses of tap water and set the lot down on the kitchen table.

"Lunch is served," I said and sat at my usual chair, to Dad's right. Mum usually sat to my right, which was opposite Dad.

I took a mouthful of my sandwich, oh gosh, that was quite delicious, but I had added a little too much mustard. Not to worry, I had a draught from my water. Dad tucked into his sandwich and smiled as he finished chewing.

"Gorgeous baby," he said, then smiling, "and the sandwich."

"Idiot," I laughed, such a corny remark, usually to be heard form a boy trying to elicit favours from me, not from my Dad who had just wanked himself to my mental images.

I cleared up the plates and cutlery used into the dishwasher ready for after dinner and put the sauces back in the fridge. Dad was still sat at the table.

"I am going into the lounge Dad," I said, he nodded.

I went and sat in the armchair, put my buds in and started scrolling. After a while Dad came in and sat opposite. I smiled at him and went back to my reels. I was laughing at some of them and that meant I was moving around quite a bit in the chair. At one point I looked at Dad and his eyes were fixed on my knees, which were apart, he had a view straight to heaven.

I glanced up at his groin, a huge sticking up bulge. Oh Dad, what are you thinking, as if I can't imagine. I went back to my reels, but in honesty I wasn't really listening to them, I was thinking of Dad, and imagining his dick hidden underneath his trousers and underpants and I was wondering if it was throbbing.

"Just popping upstairs," Dad said as he got up.

"K," I answered, turning my reels off and my buds to transparency mode.

I listened to Dad climb the stairs and then go into his room. I gave him a few minutes and then I followed up the stairs and stood outside his bedroom, the door half open again. I tried to stand in the landing shadows as I looked at the reflection in his mirror. His trousers were undone and were again around one ankle, the other ankle free. His hand was on his dick, and it looked like he was just starting.

Slowly he pushed his foreskin down, his knuckles white with the grip on his dick. His glans purple, almost aubergine in this light, and his balls were hanging below his dick, in the join of his thighs. Big, wrinkled and hairy, they were quite a sight. Dad began to go faster, his hand really pumping his dick, his glans appearing and disappearing in flashes of purple.

His breathing got heavier and heavier, and I could hear his quiet gaps of "Mel" as he wanked his dick. I crept away and went downstairs into the kitchen and put the kettle on. I didn't want to watch Dad again, he deserved that moment of privacy, and if he found me upstairs, he would pretty much know I was spying on him. Good job I did, Mum walked through the door.

"Hello Mel, oh, good, you have the kettle on."

"Yes Mum, gosh, you were quick."

"I decided not to go to the White Rose, the motorway was at a standstill, so I just went round the island and came home, I couldn't be bothered going the other way, that was probably blocked too. Where is your father?"

"Dad? Er, upstairs I think, I am not sure."

Mum went out of the kitchen and headed upstairs and I heard a "Oh for God's Sake Daniel," and then I heard the bedroom door slam. A few moments later Mum came down.

"IS there enough water for a tea for me?" She asked, her face looking red. I pretended not to notice.

"Yes Mum, I was going to make one for Dad, I can make you one instead."

"Yes, he doesn't need one at the moment." I said nothing.

Mum emptied her shopping from Waitrose onto the kitchen table and I helped her put it away, and then we went and sat in the lounge to drink our tea.

"What have you done all morning Melanie?" Mum asked, a sort of harsh undertone to her voice.

I made sure that my knees were together, I didn't want her seeing what Dad had seen, she would draw conclusions that I didn't want her drawing.

"Oh, I just sat here going through my phone. I had my ear buds in, so didn't hear much. Dad was sat where you are for a while, then he said he was going upstairs. A little later I decided to make a cup of tea, and then you came home."

"A quieter morning than doing your Uni work?"

"Oh yes, I am glad for the break. It is pretty intensive at Uni, I am either in lectures, writing up notes, doing assignments or background research. Being here is a lovely change.

"Good, I am glad to hear it. Right, we are having moussaka and Hasselback potatoes for tea, with some peas and broccoli."

"Sounds fab Mum."

After a while Dad came down, "mind if I watch the cricket?" He asked as he sat next to Mum and put the TV on.

I have zero interest in cricket so I just shrugged. Mum said she had stuff to do in the kitchen and left us to it. Good, I could relax my legs, keeping my knees together is tiresome and a little painful. Perhaps I should consider wearing jeans. No, where's the fun in that?

That evening we sat and watched TV in the lounge, but it was pretty boring. Mum and Dad like to watch police dramas, and crime stuff doesn't really grab me, so I said goodnight and headed up to bed. In my room I stripped and headed to the bathroom for loo, shower and teeth. Back in my room I lay on my bed listening to reels and then a few podcasts before turning everything off and slipping into the land of nod.

After breakfast Mum went out, she was going to tend granddad's grave and then go to the garden centre. She said she would be back for lunch. Dad came and made himself a cup of tea.

"Gosh Dad," I said, "Mum seemed mad at you when she came back yesterday."

"Ah, yes."

"What was that all about?" I knew of course, but I guess I was teasing him a little, wondering what he would say.

"She caught me doing what you did in your bedroom."

"Oh, what's wrong with that, just natural."

"She doesn't think so, she thinks we should be past all that."

"You heard me, gosh, sorry."

"Yes, you were a bit loud."

I didn't tell him that he was too and that I had heard him, no, that would probably have upset him a bit.

"Oh Dad, what must you have thought of me?"

"My mind just wondered what it looked like, I mean your Mum never did that, well in front of me, I assumed she did it, just didn't let me see, so I didn't have much to go on, image wise, to go against the sounds I heard."

"Oh my. You wanted to watch me?"

"Yes. I know it is wrong of me, but yes, I did."

I had a wild idea. "Mum is out for the next hour or so."

"Yes."

"I am going up to my room Dad, just for a while."

"Okay."

I got up and headed upstairs. My mind was whirling, I was going to do something so far out there, that I didn't know what to think. I left my door wide open and slipped my knickers down and lay on the bed, my skirt up around my waist. I waited until I heard Dad on the stairs and then I shut my eyes and slowly began to run a finger along my crease.

God I was so wet. Was it because I was going to show my Dad my fanny, show him how I wanked, I didn't know but it was almost Niagara falls down there. My finger made slurping sounds as it slipped past my labia, my pleasures ramping up as they curled around my finger. I was so into it I almost didn't hear the creak of the landing floorboard. I mentally smiled. Enjoy the show Dad.

I found my nubbin and just the touch of it made me gasp, and my buttocks clenched and tried to grip the bed, I dabbed again and then teased it with the edge of my fingernail, I was gasping quite loudly. I slipped my other hand underneath me and pressed at my entrance, two fingers just pushing inside.

More slight touches on my clitoris and then a slide down my valley to my entrance and touch my other two fingers as if giving them permission, and they thanked me and pushed deeper inside, I gasped very loudly and my back almost arched off the bed. My solitary finger slipped past my curling labia and found my nubbin and touched it, I almost screamed.

My electrics were fizzing so much that there must be arcs of light, my pleasures were running through me like small electric shocks, touching almost every part of me and my pressures were growing, this was going to be a big one.

Inside me my fingers were feeling my bumps and grooves, my fanny walls slick with arousal. I found my G Spot and scraped at it with the edge of a fingernail, another loud gasp, and as my solo finger pressed on my clitoris my floodgates released and I screamed Dad's name, and I bucked, and my fingers fell from my fanny clutching at the mattress as my orgasm exploded through me.