I’m watching a film in which a shy, quiet teenage boy has been walked in on while masturbating on two different occasions. On one of those occasions, the person who walked in on him was the woman he had been fantasizing about. He was masturbating to her bra and panties, that he pulled out of her drawers. This woman (the wife of the man he works for) eventually takes the young boy’s virginity and continues to fuck him. While they are fucking late one night, the woman’s daughter (maybe six years old) walks in on them and, shocked by what is happening, screams.
This poor young man is not getting it easy. Though clearly embarrassed by every one of these situations, he is not phased. He has continued on strong. I’m impressed by him. I am reminded of a day that my mother walked in on me masturbating. I went ahead and finished, but not before feeling completely embarrassed. Nevertheless I did have my dick in my hand and apparently a raging hard-on that refused to go away until it was fully satisfied. In this case, since it involved my mother, I had to continue on strong. I couldn’t just avoid my mother for the rest of my life. I just went about my day as if it never happened.