My son’s friend saw everything and I didn’t stop.

This one’s been sitting heavy on me. I’m 44, married, 20 years, three older kids two in college, one still at home. Last weekend, my youngest had a few friends over. Nothing wild just video games, snacks, boys being boys.
I went upstairs to shower, figuring I had the house to myself for a bit. Afterward, I was in the master bathroom, still wet, towel half on. I don’t know what hit me, but I bent over the counter and started playing with myself. Slow, deep, raw. It wasn’t planned it was just. needed. Something I hadn’t done in way too long.
Then I felt it. That feeling you get when someone’s watching you.
I looked up and saw him my son’s friend standing down the hall through the cracked door. He wasn’t close. But close enough to see exactly what I was doing. Frozen. Staring. No words.
And I didn’t stop.
I kept going. Slower now. My eyes locked with his just long enough to let him know I knew. My heart was racing, I was soaked, trembling, but I didn’t close the door. I didn’t cover up. I finished shaking, panting, hand on the counter while he just stood there in the hall, watching like he didn’t even know how to breathe.
When I finally turned off the light and walked out, he was gone. No one said a word the rest of the night.
But I know he saw me.
And I can’t stop thinking about it.

I have enough clothing malfunctions that I have no idea how many of my sons friends and mostly my sons have seen my goods. It gets me excited and helps my fantasies of making love to them. I think at least one will come my way.

I have the hots for a particular friend of my oldest son. A few times I cracked my bedroom door before getting my husband heated up and fucking. I doubt they watched but I imagined my sons friend watching. I know I was heard. At least I had an extra thrill going on that helped me hit the O faster and harder. I have worn somewhat risky house clothing when he was around but I cannot imagine masturbating before my sons friend. This home is too busy.