A Japan Holiday

My parents and I traveled to Japan for a 2-week holiday. Our final destination was Tokyo, but we stopped for a few days of skiing. Rooms were limited at the resort when mum booked them, so we ended up in one room together. However, everyone had tatami mats on the floor to sleep in. Very quaint.

My name is Josie. I’m 22, a college student on break. I don’t usually share a “bedroom” with my parents. However, this trip brought a new meaning to the words “a close family”. Our flight was long, and we checked into the resort in time to eat a late dinner and get some shut eye. We all fell asleep quickly.

It was really early in the morning, when I heard some movement. I was half awake and trying to work out where I was. That’s when my Dad stepped over me on his way to the bathroom. I could see his semi-erect cock was tenting his boxers. I clenched my eyes quickly closed in shock. Clearly, he thought I was asleep! He stepped out to the shared bathroom (common in Japan). On the way back in, the head of his cock was peeking through the opening of his boxers. I feigned sleep, desperately hoping he hadn’t noticed I was awake on the way in. There was no indication that he had.

Nothing was said and we spent the day skiing. We had a great day up until the point where Dad decided he was going to show off and attempt to ride a rail. He’s a pretty good skier considering he took it up late in life, but his attempt proved just how much he wasn’t ready to attempt what he did. He survived and didn’t break anything, but he was pretty banged up, particularly in the abdomen and leg. He managed to ski on for a bit but he was clearly in pain.

We had not yet adapted to the time change, had an early dinner and went to bed. My mum uses an eye cover when sleeping, as the blind’s never stop all the light. She also takes some CBD before bed, as it apparently helps with snoring. She offered me some, and I said sure. However, as I crawled into bed, I realized I forgot it in the bathroom. I was tired and didn’t want to go back and get it. I’m glad I didn’t.

I had the bed closest to Dad, then Mum on the other side of Dad. A noise woke me up. I looked at the clock, and it showed 2am. I rolled onto my side to go back to sleep, turning so that I was facing toward my parents. That was the second time I saw Dad’s dick.

He was stroking it!

I closed my eyes quickly, but soon enough curiosity got the better of me. I cracked my eyes open to take in what I was seeing. Dad had his phone in one hand and his cock in the other. I couldn’t see what was on the phone, but Dad was rock hard, and working his hand up and down the length of a thick penis. It was quite impressive. I watched, feeling guilty and yet oddly excited at the same time, right up until the time that Mum stirred in her sleep. Dad dropped his phone to his chest to hide the light from the screen and I rolled back the other way.

As I tried to go back to sleep, I could hear Dad’s movements and had to resist the temptation to sneak another peek. A short time later though the noise stopped. I rolled over again and found that Dad had gone back to sleep. I realized I needed to do the same thing. It took some time, but I managed to sleep.

In the morning, I heard Mum and Dad exit our room for the showers. Dad’s phone was on the ground beside the bed. Thinking about earlier this morning, I grabbed it and unlocked it. It still surprised me that he hadn’t ever changed his code, but then I guess he felt he had nothing to hide or never suspected that anyone might snoop through his phone. I opened the internet browser wondering if he’d closed what he’d been looking at early in the morning. He hadn’t. I turned out to be an erotic story. I started reading a bit. It was about a cougar having her way with a younger man. I didn’t get to read very much before I heard Mum and Dad coming from the shower.

Dad told us he was feeling pretty sore and sorry for himself, so he didn’t ski to the same level that he normally would. Mum and I took off across the mountain, leaving him on some of the nice easy slopes for a couple of hours so he didn’t have to stress too much. We met up for lunch and skied with him for the afternoon so that he didn’t feel too abandoned.

We had a delicious dinner at a ramen house and the had a few drinks over a game of cards back at the ryokan. With just tatami mats on the floor our room wasn’t really all that conducive to playing cards but they had a common room that worked for us.

When we retired to bed, I lay there wondering if Dad would repeat the same performance from last night. I fell asleep, but for some reason, I woke again early in the morning.

And once again there was a glow coming from my father’s phone. He was reading again. I glanced down to where his crotch would be but there didn’t seem to be anything happening. I waited, awake enough to keep me watching out of curiosity. After perhaps two minutes I noticed movement beneath the bed cover. Another minute passed and Dad moved the covers aside, revealing his erection as he held it vertically toward the ceiling, stroking up and down. Occasionally he changed hands, swapping the phone that he held just above his chest and working his dick with the other. I was entranced.

I kind of forgot about the fact that it was my father after a while. It was just a hard cock being stroked. The curtains in our room didn’t completely black out the lights from outside the hotel so I could see more than just the shadow of what was happening.

I started getting horny. I wondered how long he’d masturbate for before he came. After he’d been masturbating for a while I noticed that the head of is dick was glistening with precum. Dad’s fist slipped over the top and started twisting around the head. Listening closely, I could hear the slick movement of his fist on his dick. I slipped a hand into my panties, my fingers finding my wet slit and slipping quickly between my lips and back up over my clit.

I lay in bed watching my father masturbating while fingering myself. I felt so dirty, and it wasn’t too long until I was nearing orgasm. I was surprised that Dad hadn’t cum. I sure wanted to. I watched him until he stopped and at no point did he orgasm. I couldn’t understand how he could get himself so clearly aroused and then just stop. I mean, I made sure I came. I had to bite hard into my pillow to keep from letting on that I was awake, but I still managed to cum. Dad didn’t as far as I could tell.

The following night I really wanted to see if Dad stuck to his nocturnal activity. As we prepared for bed, I heard Mum grumble about the fact that the three of us were sharing a room and that they didn’t have any privacy.