Okay, so this is my entry into this month’s Erotic Meet competition! The theme was “Rabbit in the Headlights” and was all about getting caught and the thrill of the game.
But as you are about to discover… It’s not that nice when it’s your own mother nearly catching you in the act…
I have to confess that I am extremely careful. I am by far the most paranoid masturbator I know. When you live with your parents, you don’t really have a choice, do you?
But being as careful as I am doesn’t mean that there is no danger.
Plenty are the times that I’ve suffered from “porn-guilt”. A stir in the hallway, a creak of the stairs, and my hand literally doing a sprint just to cover up any trace of the hot, sweaty monkey sex on my screen.
I am that careful.
Whenever I get the urge to watch porn when someone is nearby , I mute the sound. I do not want any evidence of my love for pegging to be seen by my parents, thank you very much!
There was a moment where I nearly did get caught.
I was camming with someone.
It was hot. Sweaty. A blur of hands and cock and lube and oh my God, he was coming.
I watched him come.
I was so far gone. But not too far gone to hear the absolutely terrifying sound of footfalls on the stairs.
Literally MOMENTS after we turned off our cameras, my mother walked into the living room.
I can’t explain how my heart was beating at that moment. Not in a desirable rhythm would be an understatement.
I can see how getting caught is a thrill. Things move faster, harder, fiercer.
But somehow, I can’t see myself camming in the living room again….
Be kind and put a vote in for me? Please?