I was 18 and, unfortunately, still lived with my parents. On top of it, my parents, especially my father, were extremely protective of me and rarely let me leave the house unsupervised.
They had always been strict, but in the last few years my father had just gone over the top. It wasn't just with going out and dating either; he would flip over the smallest things. If I walked out of the bathroom with a towel on, headed for my room, he'd scream at me not to walk around the house naked! I was 5'8, 130 pounds and wore a 34 C, but I mean sheesh, it wasn't like I wasn't covered.
On top of it all, I was an extremely sexual girl and finding a safe time or place to masturbate was becoming a major problem! I took every opportunity to play with myself. My father would go to work in the morning and my mother's grocery store and errand trips were heaven to me.
You see, my father was a geek about electronics and gadgets. We had a satellite dish and he paid for an illegal card so that we got ALL the channels, including pay per view and porn.
So, with the house to myself, I'd grab my vibrator (bought in secret for me by my best friend), spread out on the couch and flip it to one of the five erotic channels we got. I'd recline against the arm with my legs spread and my left hand gently rubbing my clit while I flipped through the channels, finding a scene that I really liked.
Once I had gotten really wet and found a good scene (my favorite was a girl sucking on another girl's pussy while she got fucked from behind by some random stud) I'd turn on my egg-shaped vibrator and start rubbing circles around my clit with it.
In my right hand I would continuously be flipping through the porn channels and often, I would even slow down or stop masturbating for a while until I found the best scene to cum to.
I did this so often that even though I'm right handed I still to this day masturbate with my left hand!
Depending on how long my mom would be gone would dictate how many times I would get to cum while laying on the couch in nothing but my t-shirt with my hand in my cunt.
The weekends were the worst for me though. With my father off work and home, my mother would suspend her errand trips till the weekdays. So for two days a week I was stuck!
Eventually it became too much for me to handle. I would pretend to go to sleep when my parents went to bed, but I would lie there for several hours, waiting for them to pass out. In the early hours of the morning I'd sneak quietly out of my room, pausing to make sure their door was shut.
I'd creep downstairs to the living room and grab the remote. The trickiest part was turning it on and then quickly turning down the volume. Mute was too dangerous. I might accidentally hit the button during an orgasm or something and the house would be filled with the sound of some chick getting thoroughly fucked.
I would wear nothing but a nightshirt and would grab the blanket off the back of the couch. Slipping under it, I could spread my legs and play with myself and still hopefully be able to hide in the event that my mom or dad did happen to walk in on me.
Unfortunately I couldn't use the vibrator I loved so much on these occasions because the house was too quiet at night. Nevertheless, these late nights became a regular occurrence. So much in fact, that soon they weren't strictly limited to the weekends. Nearly every night I was sneaking down to the living room and playing with my pussy and watching porn.
It had been several months and I had gotten away with it for so long that I guess I got careless. Sometimes I would forget to check my parents' door and I rarely ever covered myself with the blanket anymore. I paid for that carelessness.
It was a Tuesday night, or Wednesday morning actually, since it was about 2 a.m. I was reclining on the couch with my head on the arm and my legs spread wide. My left hand was furiously rubbing my clit and I was focused in on a scene of a very busty blonde getting fucked deliciously hard and deep by a tall guy with tattoos while her tongue flew around a tiny brunette's bald pussy.
I was wearing only an oversized white t-shirt that came just below my hips and it was pulled up to the middle of my stomach to give me plenty of room to rub my pussy. I was so close to cumming. I was dripping wet, my small nipples were tight and hard and I was completely tuned in to the t.v.
My father's voice cut through me and sent an electric current of fear straight to the pit of my belly.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
At first I was stunned into paralysis. I just stared at him standing at the bottom of the stairs as his gaze went first from me, my hand still between my legs, to the lusty threesome on the television. It didn't take but a moment for me to shake out of my frozen state and slam my legs shut. I sat up and started stammering.
"I... uh, I mean... I was just... flipping through channels... and it, I mean..."
"Shut up," he said, furiously.
I hung my head and said nothing. What was there to say anyhow? I was so ashamed. I couldn't believe I had just gotten caught masturbating by my own father. I knew I was blushing and I couldn't even hide it. My long red hair was gathered back into a ponytail on my head.
I heard my father cross the room until he was standing before me.
"Look at me damnit," he said crossly.
I slowly raised my head, terrified. There were tears slipping from my eyes and I could still feel my nipples hard under my shirt, more from fear now than anything else.
I looked up at my father. He was 41 but carried his age well. He stood about 6'2 and only had a small gut to ruin his stocky physique. An ex military man, he still shaved his head even though it was receding slightly in the front.
I couldn't look him in the eye. I focused my gaze at his mouth until his hand came down and grabbed my chin. Roughly forcing my eyes to his, he asked, "How long have you been doing this?"
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. My embarrassment was immense and all I could do was cry and look dejectedly up at him. He dropped my chin and exhaled in disgust. My head lowered again.
"Lay down."
What? What did he just say? Did he tell me to lie down? I looked back up at him questioningly and he was staring at me.
"I said lay down. Now."
