My daughter’s boyfriend accidentally saw me masturbating.

I thought the house was empty. My daughter left with her boyfriend. They said they’d be back late. The silence was heavy.

It had been a long time since I had a man. A year. Maybe more. The body remembered. It wanted. Today it wanted badly.

I unbuttoned the blouse. Took it off. The bra fell to the floor. The skirt slid down. The panties followed. I stood naked.

I sat on the edge of the bed. Spread my legs. Hands rested on my thighs. I looked down. It was wet there. Hot.

The fingers moved on their own. Slowly. Over the clit. Then inside. One finger. Two. Breathing became short. Breasts rose. Nipples stood hard.

I moved. The rhythm was simple. Forward-back. Deeper.

The door opened.

He stood there. My daughter’s boyfriend. In jeans. In a white T-shirt.

It turned out my daughter forgot her phone.

I froze. Legs spread. Fingers inside. Breasts rose and fell hard. Skin burned.

He looked. Did not turn away. Eyes dark. Breathing audible.

I wanted to cover up. Could not. Fingers twitched. Once. Again.

He stepped inside. The door closed quietly.

“Don’t stop,” he said. Voice low.

I looked at him. Fingers moved again. Slowly. Looking into his eyes. Each thrust like a blow. Each breath like a shot.

He stood. Hand on the belt. Did not unbuckle. Just held.

I came. Body arched. Legs trembled. The wave came strong. Quiet.

Opened my eyes. He was still there.

“Now I understand,” he said. Voice hoarse. “Why she’s like that.”

He turned. Closed the door.

I sat. Naked. Shaking. Fingers wet. Heart pounding.

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P.S. This is a fictional story.