Who has been caught masturbating ?

You should have used toilet paper and flushed them.

You should have used toilet paper and flushed them.

I did on occasion, but that raised other issues... if I had to get up to go flush she would have heard me/seen me and stopped masturbating if she wasn't done yet, or asked what I was doing. If I didn't plan ahead and bring toilet paper to bed with me that would mean walking across the hall with a handful of cum. While this all might have been fun, tissues were likely safer, lol!

I've been caught by my mom when I was 13 years old. She knocked on my door and I even managed to put on a pair of pants but I failed to button it up and I was sitting on the floor. She certainly knew what I was doing but we never talked about it.

I was never caught masturbating by any immediate family member while growing up before leaving my parents house, or by anybody else later on in life otherwise. I'd be pretty sure mom must've figured out that I started spanking the monkey in my early teens, because some of the white tube socks I'd worn and put in the clothes hamper, were sometimes discolored a little yellow and unusually stiff, but she never said anything to me and socks made a handy item always readily available in my bedroom to wipe off a wet, gooey mess. Maybe that's the reason why she'd demonstrated to me one day how to operate/use the clothes washing machine when I was around thirteen years old. I also got busted once, leaving a couple of obscene magazines with beautiful naked ladies posing within out in plain sight. Long story short, a good friend of mine and I stumbled upon more than a dozen Playboy, Penthouse, Cherry and Hustler magazines in the woods nearby where I grew up, while we were out with our pellet rifles target shooting after school. Him and I were around eleven years old at the time, and we didn't know who dumped them there, although there were groups of older teenagers who'd sometimes hang out in the area smoking cigarettes, joints and drinking beer. It was like we'd struck a gold mine, since home computers and the internet didn't exist back then, and we eagerly browsed every single one of those delightful publications and then left them there. Well, the following day immediately after school, I went back down in the woods with a big, brown, empty grocery bag in hand, and collected all of those magazines that were thankfully still there, put them in the bag and brought them home, stashing them in a good hiding spot where nobody would find them, while my parents were still at work and my sister was somewhere else, and no one ever did. Well, one time when both of my parents had left the house to go run some errands and my sister was out somewhere doing something, and I needed to use the toilet to do a number two, (sorry for a little too much information) well, I figured while I was sitting on the throne taking a dump, instead of browsing through a Reader's Digest, Woman's Day or a Better Home's and Garden's magazine that were always left in the bathroom, I'd grab a couple of those much more interesting publications and browse those while using the toilet. So I did my deed, looking at some very delicious and arousing photos and read a few articles, then set the magazines on the floor beside the toilet when I'd finished, and no I don't recall beating my meat when I was done. All was good until about an hour later when my parents arrived back home. As soon as they walked through the door, I immediately remembered that I'd forgotten to stash those magazines away I brought in the bathroom, and low and behold, mom went in the bathroom after she'd placed some things she was carrying in the kitchen. Less than a minute later, I heard mom calling my name and asking me what is this and who's are these? Dread ran throughout my whole body when she confronted me. Dad also heard her say this and walked over to find out what she was talking about. Then it became more interesting to say the least. I got an unpleasant speech from both of them that I was much too young to be looking at such perverted filth and so forth, and then dad grabbed the magazines from mom, went down in the basement that was nicely finished with a big fireplace and mantle, which I was told to go with him, and I watched him take out a lighter, he lit each magazine on fire and tossed them in the fireplace, saying he didn't want me looking at that stuff and he'd better not find anymore in the house ever. To put a cherry on top of everything that had happened, an aunt and uncle (my mothers older sister and her husband) stopped by the house a couple of days later during the weekend, and while we're gathered around talking, except for my sister who wasn't there at the time, one of my parents in which I can't recall, mentioned what they'd found in the bathroom, what I had possessed and looked at, and what ended up happening to it. Now I'm suddenly blushing beet red as my uncle just kind of laughed, giving me a look like I shouldn't have gotten caught and I should be a lot more careful, and my aunt didn't say anything but also gave me a similar look and just chuckled. She's a mother of four boys that are all older than me, and I can honestly say some of the trouble they'd all gotten themselves into at the time, made me seem like an innocent angel. As a matter of fact, most of them did corrupt me pretty bad once I'd got a little older as they were all out of control hellions. Anyways, sorry for such a long reply, but I thought I'd share another reminisce of yesteryear.

In my first semester at college there was a shortage of dorm rooms. So I had to live off campus in private housing. I shared a room with another fellow and we had to do the best we could considering the situation. One day walking back from classes, I found a box of porn books someone had dumped along side the road. The folks that owned the house were very religious. We had to hade them in the closet. The family consisted of Mom Dad a thirteen year old boy and an 10 year girl. One day when I had no afternoon classes I grabbed a porno mag and headed to the john. In the midst of whacking off, The boy walked into the john and caught me in full stroking. He started to laugh and his little sister walked in behind and her eyes were as big as saucers. The teen pushed her out of the doorway as she was asking if I was hurting myself. Of course my session ended abruptly. After about 10 minutes he came to my room and apologized and wanted to know if he could see my magazine. He said he convinced his sister that I had a swelling and I was trying to make it go down and that she would get in trouble if she told about it. Needless to say I found the skeleton key to the door and made sure to lock it when in there. 😢

Now I'm suddenly blushing beet red as my uncle just kind of laughed, giving me a look like I shouldn't have gotten caught and I should be a lot more careful, and my aunt didn't say anything but also gave me a similar look and just chuckled. 😢

Everyone should have an uncle and aunt like that, to counteract the often overblown reactions of parents.

@SwitchableSusie: I have been interrupted a few times by my brother or parents while growing up when they knocked on my locked bedroom door, but was never seen by them. They may have assumed I was masturbating because I said, "just a minute," or I didn't answer the door or did not say "come in."

Your brother reminds me of my older sister - who likewise would knock on the bathroom door while I was in with a bunch of her magazines... Our bedrooms were across from each other and I'm sure she knew I'd be masturbating after school, and at other times.. I was not discreet enough. I also believe she was trying to tease me - as she would go around her bedroom in sheer panties and bra pretending not to know I could see her.

Some moms just don't understand their boys and sexual urges growing up. After mom caught me three times when I was masturbating she referred me to her best friend, a nurse. I guess she thought something might be medically causing me to masturbate. But I guess she never ask her friend on her thoughts about masturbation, as Mrs. C was pro boys playing with themselves. Mrs. C saw it as normal. lol

I have been caught more times than I can count by partners or mom .lol

Growing up never got caught by my parents. But when I was about 15 my cousin spent the summer she was about 16 she walked in on me when I was laying on my bed whacking away she looked at me then my dick smiled and left my room. Didn't know what to do my dick wasn't going down I covered up waited a few minutes got dressed went to the kitchen and she was at the table and said you didn't finish did you ? I was so embarrassed she said its fine your no worries . The rest of the summer every once in a while she would give me a glare with a smile . Still when we see each other all these years later she will still give me that glance .

@Plugman, that's cool. Gotta do what you gotta do. Maybe shortly after she caught you, you should've asked her if she'd be willing to give you a hand to finish.

The rest of the summer every once in a while she would give me a glare with a smile . Still when we see each other all these years later she will still give me that glance .

Maybe shortly after she caught you, you should've asked her if she'd be willing to give you a hand to finish.

To me it sounds like she was just hoping to be asked in some way or another, even now ...

My cousin and I did talk about it down the road she expressed she wish she had took the opportunity ! But she said it didn’t feel right ! All good

My cousin and I did talk about it down the road she expressed she wish she had took the opportunity ! But she said it didn’t feel right ! All good

Yeah. The same as always. Regret later because 'things' didn't feel right at the time. Just another word for cold feet and lack of experience and lingering doubts from social conditioning.

And I should know. I sometimes feel like I have a Masters Degree in the subject ... ha ha

To me it sounds like she was just hoping to be asked in some way or another, even now ...

I agree. I was very shy when younger and I'm sure I wouldn't have taken advantage either. Makes you wish you could go back though.

When ten years old, my older brother had just demonstrated how to masturbate so I wouldn't tell on him for doing it. Of course, the dry orgasms were fantastic so I became a constant jacker. I was behind the barn going after it when I looked up and my cousin who was my age was standing there with his mouth open. He asked what I was doing and because my brother had told me it was normal and all boys did it, I told him and went ahead with the jacking. He joined me and the look of surprise when he got hard was epic. He had come to spend the summer with us on the farm while his father was in a clinic for alcoholism and we spent every second we weren't working in the fields with our cocks in our hands. Ah - fond memories.

Never unintentional, openly intentional with partners

"I'm really surprised more kids don't go to the hardware store and put locking doorknobs on their bedroom doors. It's not like they are expensive."

I took the locks off our children's shared bathroom. It was one of those Jack-n-Jill setups. Each child - a boy and girl two years apart - had their own bedroom and both had a door to a shared tub/commode room. It was always a battle when one would lock the door to the other bedroom and forget - maybe on purpose - to unlock it. Taking the locks off solved the problem. As teenagers, they learned to respect the other's privacy and on occasion when they didn't, they learned some anatomy.

You say they learned about unisex restrooms?

I had a jerk of a college roommate who liked to get back really late, after I'd already sacked out... he'd turn on the light over his bed, to "study" at 2am or whatever (usually when I had an early morning exam), and I'd pull open the door to the closet just past my bed, to block part of the light.

One night about 3:00, I heard him let out a long sigh, undress, and get back on his bed. Finally! But he didn't turn out the light, and he wasn't ready to sleep. I heard him start rubbing, working the strokes up in intensity, then backIng off and starting again. His breathing shifted as he got into it. More rubbing: slicka-SLICKA-slickaslickaSLICK! And repeat. And repeat. Noisy breaths. More rubbing.

I figured he'd have to blow his wad and doze off soon, but it went on and on.

Finally, not really wanting to see this, but fed up, I swung my closet door around, intending to tell him to haul his blue balls to the bathroom.

He WAS naked, but he was shining his shoes. ROTC inspection the next day.

We both had a good laugh.

Almost as hard as he laughed the next afternoon, when he forgot to put the tie on the doorknob, and I walked in on him pistoning one of his reasons for *not* needing to jack off. She didn't seem to mind much, either, even though I'd just learned she was a natural redhead. And that was the first time I'd ever seen large-nippled breasts as huge as hers in motion, in person.

It gave me a lot to remember as I took care of myself that night... in the bathroom, not in our room.

The only time I ever got caught, myself (age 16) was by my father, who opened my bedroom door without knocking. I was in the closet, but I knew he’d see me come out of my room later on, so no point in faking that I wasn’t there.

He wasn’t put off by what had pretty obviously been going on, but he did shake his head over my lame excuse of ‘looking for something’ in my closet when the door “blew shut.” Didn’t explain my open belt, either.

I was caught, message for details.

Sure - it happens.

That being said, there was one time in particular that I think that the Zity-sphere might appreciate.

I went to college after serving in the Marines, so as a result, I was a good bit older than most students. One rule that my little liberal arts college had was that all first year students must live in the dorms. Not sure how, but through the wisdom of the office of the dean of students, I was paired with a roommate that didn't really make sense. I was 24 year old Marine combat veteran from a dirt poor podunk farming town, and my roommate,

"Bobby" (that would be Robert B. Dickhead the IV) was a generational legacy (the library was named for his great grandfather, Robert B Dickhead Sr.).

Anyway, 18 year-old Bobby was at school primarily to get laid (and party), since he was guaranteed admittance to law school and the partner track at "Dickhead, Dickhead, and Dickhead, Esq." Since I was the first in my family to ever go to college, I was there to study (yeah, and get laid too - but primarily to study). We had a deal worked out that a rubber band on the doorknob meant that there was a young lady in the room and the other one of us needed to crash elsewhere. Bobby had a couple of hook-ups before settling with "Angie." Angie was the brunette-haired daughter of a long line of Southern Baptist preachers, and was typically rebellious. On the outside, she was Miss Goody-Church-Girl-Pillar-of-the-Community. But at her core, she was a horny beast with quite an appetite and little shame.

Our dorm room was fairly small, and each bed was on a wooden loft frame about six-and-a-half feet off the floor. Under each loft bed was a small desk, desk chair, and closet. The rest of the room consisted of a sink and a small two-person futon. Community bathroom was down the hall. As you came into the dorm room, the two loft beds were on the left and right, and the futon straight ahead. Each loft bed had curtains hanging from a rod just below the ceiling to just below the mattress to give a modicum of privacy.

Anyway, one night I come back from the library about midnight and there is the tale-tell rubber band on the doorknob. So I just take may shit down to the lounge down the hall and stretch out on the couch to rack out. My first class is at 9:00 the next morning, and Bobby's first class is at 8:00, so I figure they'd both be out prior to 8:00 and I'd have plenty of time to change, eat breakfast, and get a shower before class. But when I headed back to the room in the morning (I don't know, around 7?) the rubber band was still on the door, and I could hear heavy breathing inside, so I went to breakfast in the clothes I had slept in. Coming back to the dorm a couple of minutes before 8:00 I saw Bobby hoofing it out the door of the dorm and headed off class. I got to our room and the rubber band was still on the doorknob, but having seen Bobby I knew the room was empty and figured he had been running late and hadn't taken it off. So I went in, closed the door, threw my books on the desk under my loft bed figuring I'd grab a shower and get ready for my class. So I stripped down and grabbed my towel, but instead of heading to the shower, I figured I'd rub one out first. So I threw my towel down on the futon, grabbed some lotion and a cum rag, and sat down on my towel and got down to business.

I don't remember how long it lasted or anything, but when I finished, before I could even begin to catch my breath, a female voice said "Well, that looked like it was fun!" (I remember the conversation very clearly)

My reaction was, of course "WTF!"

I looked up and Angie had pulled the curtain around Bobby's bed back and had a bird's eye view. With a big smile on her face she said "Don't be embarrassed! I think I enjoyed that almost as much as you did!"

I stood up and wrapped the towel around my waist and said "Well, show's over. I'm going to go take a shower."

As I was leaving she laughed and said "What, no encore?"

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I should add that Bobby and Angie were together most of that school year, and she and I got to know each other pretty well. After a month or so, many inhibitions had been lost - and I spent fewer nights on the couch in the lounge. I should note, that since this was a small church based school, male students had to be signed in and out of the female dorms, and had to be escorted as well. There were, strangely enough, no such regulations in the male dorms.

When I get time, I'll write a blog post about Angie. She and Bobby had a nasty break-up and she and I spent some time together a couple of years later. When I write that blog post, I'll like to it here.

I was caught once. Made sure I locked the door from then on.

About 1 year ago, during the lockdown, I went to the bathroom and found my little brother. He was masturbating. The worst part is that he was holding it in his hand my used panties. I went out without saying anything.

About 1 year ago, during the lockdown, I went to the bathroom and found my little brother. He was masturbating. The worst part is that he was holding it in his hand my used panties. I went out without saying anything.

You should feel flattered, he likes you and thinks you're hot.

Many years ago, my wife walked in on me while I was rubbing one out. Totally caught me by surprise, as I thought she was outside. All she said was “Haven't you had enough”. We had sex a few days ago. When I came upstairs, all I said was “That was really embarrassing”. She replied, “Don't worry about it, I do it to occasionally”. Whoa! That came totally out of left field! It worked out great in the end because afterward, we began to masturbate together every so often!

Growing up, my father caught me busting my nuts on numerous occasions. I lived with him after my parents divorced. At the time, the house only had one bathroom and we would share it on weekdays as he prepared for work and I for school. Actually, all of this was great male bonding especially as I entered puberty rather early.

Constantly growing up. House with my dad and two brothers. Half the time most of us were just in our underwear to begin with. My dad didn't believe that closed doors were to be knocked on before entering. I caught an iPhoneye full of everyone a couple times and I'm sure they caught several eye fulls of me.

As an adult, college roommate. We caught each other several times.

I got caught on a camping trip by my uncle.

Yes my mom can’t seem to know not to just barge into my room. She is the only one who has ever caught me. My dad hollers through the door. She has never said anything just says what she came to tell me and leaves. My door is always cracked a little bit except when I’m doing something lol. I am allowed to close it anytime. I close it at night mostly because one I need my privacy but two we have a really bright dining room light and the reflection reflects off my mirror at night because I’m the first one to bed lol. No locking doors in our house though unless it’s the doors to outside lol. I’ve actually never seen my parents close their bedroom door, ever.