Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2012 22:54:33 -0500 From: S E Subject: Reflection in the mirror I was about 12 years old, my Father and I had to go out of state to visit a sick family member in the hospital. I volunteered to go with my Dad while my Mom and Brother stayed back. It was about a 5 hour drive. I slept mostly, played video games and looked out the window. We made a few rest stops to stretch our legs and go to the bathroom...an uneventful drive, but I am glad because if I knew what would happen later, the anticipation would have driven me crazy during that long 5 hour drive! We made it to the hospital, visited for a few hours and decided it was time to go get a hotel room. It was a small town so there were just a few lower end motels and all had vacancies so we picked the closest one to the hospital. We checked in. Normal size room with two double beds, TV, Desk, table and all the normal stuff. I called the bed furthest away from the door which happened to be next to the bathroom...a much wiser choice than I had known at the time. We ordered in Pizza and unpacked what little we brought for the couple days we'd be there. After we ate we just watched TV for a bit and my Dad said he wanted to take a quick shower before bed. He got up and walked over to the bathroom and shut the door. I stayed on my bed just watching TV. About 5 minutes later, I heard the shower turn off and I heard the curtain pull back. It was one of those hotel bathrooms where just the tub and toilet were behind the door and the sink was out in the hallway of the room. if you know that type of motel bathroom, you know they get really steamy when you take a shower and the fans don't usually work. Well, this was the case so in order to get the steam out of the room, my Dad opened the door. The door was opposite from my bed so I couldn't see in from where I was until I glanced over and noticed the mirrored closet door reflected directly to the bathroom. There was my dad, drying his body, totally naked and unaware I could see him. My Dad wore glasses, so without those he couldn't see very far in front of him so even if he did look in the reflection, he wouldn't be able to tell I was looking, so I thought. I couldn't keep my eyes from looking, I had never seen a man naked in person before. He had an average build, but what I was most aware of was his large dick! It was hanging down at least 7 inches and was pretty thick. The hair around it was full, but trimmed. As he dried off, it swayed a few times and it just looked perfect. I shifted my position a little and I think he heard. He looked up as if he were listening to what I was doing and dropped his towel. He closed the door a little, but I could still see him in the reflection. He began to rub his chest and moved his hands down to his dick which had begun to get thicker and firmer. At 12, I was just figuring all this stuff out, but I knew what was happening. My Dad was getting a hard on. After just a minute or so, my Dads dick was totally hard and he was now sitting on the toilet stroking it. I moved again on the bed and he seemed to be listening again to what I was doing. I decided to move in to get a closer look so I slid toward the foot of the bed on my belly. I made a little noise, but my Dad was so focused on stroking at that point, he didn't hear me. He stood up, turned around and shot his load in to the toilet. I was frozen..I didn't want to move, but I knew he'd be coming out of the bathroom in a second once his hard on went down. As I pulled myself back on the bed, I looked up and noticed he was looking right at me through the reflection with a grin on his face. He winked at me. He clearly knew I was watching him. He closed the door, I jumped under the covers and pretended to be asleep. I heard him come out and I looked out from under the covers, he had his boxers and t-shirt on. He turned off the TV and crawled in bed. "Good Night, son" he said "I'm glad you came with me"..I didn't respond and we both drifted off to sleep.