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Masturbating in the toiletSecondary school was a period where my precious time alone was further reduced. My brother and I are in the same school and thus our schedules are fully synchronized and we would always be at home at the same time. My mom would drive to pick up my dad from work in the evening and that would leave me with approximately an hour to masturbate but with my brother now in the way I was unable to. Going into my parent’s bedroom fro an hour would invite suspicion. 1 wrong question from my brother to my parents and I’m finished. I was distraught, am I now unable to satisfy my perversions? One day when my mom went off to pick up my dad, my brother and I were watching some cable TV when I had to take a piss. I went to the bathroom perhaps, by some divine intervention, my sight was directed to the cluster of laundry pails in the bathroom. My mom had a habit of soaking laundry for a day before washing them to remove any mildew and stale odours. There were 3 large pails and 2 small pails. The 2 smaller pails were stacked on top of each other and surrounded by the larger pails. Could it be? I wondered as my heart started to race and my loins started to tingle. I was like a 6th sense and I quickly made my decision which will change my masturbation habits for illegal bahis 2 years. I grabbed my towel and told my brother that I’m going to take a shower, he didn’t even take his eyes off the TV and I didn’t care. I rushed into bathroom while trying to think of distracting thoughts to prevent getting an erection. My method of masturbation is unique and I cannot be hard. I locked the door behind me and removed the small pail to look at the contents of the other small pail. Bingo, 2 sets of my mom’s underwear soaking in detergent. I controlled my breath as I began do don the soaking wet lingerie. By this time I have gained the ability to think of various thoughts to control my erection (read my previous story) and my cock is still nice and soft, the penis head still undefined. I put on the bra with practiced motions, I bet I could wear a bra faster than any of my female classmates at 13 years old. I glanced in the mirror and blushed with shame. There a sissy was looking back at me, a pervert that hides in the shadows masturbating with his mom’s underwear. What would society think of me? What would be the looks on my parents face if they saw me? As humiliation started to build, I could feed my dormant penis starting to stir and I cupped both my hands and grabbed illegal bahis siteleri it before it could grow any bigger. I clenched my thighs, it was time to begin.At this point in my life I’ve been exposed to some vanilla pornography. I knew the traditional method of masturbation my rubbing your cock but whenever i tried it, I never really felt pleasure. And so, I had to masturbate like the little sissy I was, by compressing my little cock using my hands (I’ll take some pictures for reference). The eventual pressure will cause an orgasm, I could control how much pressure I apply with my hands to prevent cumming too soon.I arranged myself in a variety of poses. Prone on the ground, lying on my back, kneeling down . I imagined myself as my mom, servicing men in the toilet. I imagined her face warped with ecstasy as she took dirty cocks in every position, being ****d by cleaners, bent over the toilet bowl. I could feel the weight of the soaked bra hanging from my shoulders, the scent of detergent making my mind go blank. The guilt of imagining my mother being gang****d and the thrill of doing this taboo act was causing pressure to build in my crotch and I knew that I would come no matter how little pressure I applied to my cock. It was time.I closed the lid canlı bahis siteleri of the toilet bowl and knelt in front of it. I bent over and laid my chest over the cover of the toilet bowl and I could hear the wet squelch the bra made when it came into contact with the cover, it almost sent me over the edge. I started to squeeze my thighs and hands as tight as I could endure, the image of my mom being taken from behind, begging her assailant not to come in her, he ignored her and planted his seed deep within her. I came.I could feel my thighs tremble as hot semen dribbled out of my soft cock, I could feel its warmth in my hands, the oily texture. I got up from the toilet bowl and turn the shower on, hoping to wash off my sweat and my shame. I didn’t even remove the bra and panties and just took my shower. I eventually took them off and replaced them in the pails, removing all evidence of my perversions. It was a quiet dinner that day, I could not look my mom in the eye out of sheer guilt. There she was smiling and talking to my dad and not 20mins ago I was having fantasies of her being ravaged my dirty men in our bathroom. I ate quietly as my aching cock throbbed and pushed against my underwear.From then on, my daily ritual for taking showers in the evening began. I satisfied myself with my mom’s underwear for 2 years, 13 to 14 years old. As always I would experiment with new methods of masturbating with them. Lathering myself with soap for example. That is the story of my toilet escapades I hope you enjoyed it.