Reply: My son’s friend saw everything and I didn’t stop.

I have the hots for a particular friend of my oldest son. A few times I cracked my bedroom door before getting my husband heated up and fucking. I doubt they watched but I imagined my sons friend watching. I know I was heard. At least I had an extra thrill going on that helped me hit the O faster and harder. I have worn somewhat risky house clothing when he was around but I cannot imagine masturbating before my sons friend. This home is too busy.

I have enough clothing malfunctions that I have no idea how many of my sons friends and mostly my sons have seen my goods. It gets me excited and helps my fantasies of making love to them. I think at least one will come my way.

This one’s been sitting heavy on me. I’m 44, married, 20 years, three older kids two in college, one still at home. Last weekend, my youngest had a few friends over. Nothing wild just video games, snacks, boys being boys.
I went upstairs to shower, figuring I had the house to myself for a bit. Afterward, I was in the master bathroom, still wet, towel half on. I don’t know what hit me, but I bent over the counter and started playing with myself. Slow, deep, raw. It wasn’t planned it was just. needed. Something I hadn’t done in way too long.
Then I felt it. That feeling you get when someone’s watching you.
I looked up and saw him my son’s friend standing down the hall through the cracked door. He wasn’t close. But close enough to see exactly what I was doing. Frozen. Staring. No words.
And I didn’t stop.
I kept going. Slower now. My eyes locked with his just long enough to let him know I knew. My heart was racing, I was soaked, trembling, but I didn’t close the door. I didn’t cover up. I finished shaking, panting, hand on the counter while he just stood there in the hall, watching like he didn’t even know how to breathe.
When I finally turned off the light and walked out, he was gone. No one said a word the rest of the night.
But I know he saw me.
And I can’t stop thinking about it.