Convalescing at Mother-in-Law's House
 

In 2017, I survived an acute illness which required me to convalesce for six months under the casual supervision of family. Graciously, my widowed Mother-in-Law (MiL) volunteered. My wife decided to stay as well, in support, so we left our home in the care of a trusted neighbour and moved in with my wife's mother temporarily.

Whilst my wife was away at her job during the day, my MiL and I had the house to ourselves. Most days were very painful for me and I couldn't accomplish much. Usually, the painful days prevented me from performing basic hygiene. But occasionally, I had some decent days. When the occasional good day occurred I showered, et al, immediately.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, the bathroom door failed to remain latched when subjected to steam from a long, hot shower. It had the habit of swinging open at the most inopportune times. I was showering unaware that my MiL could see me through the semi-transparent shower curtain as she passed by the hall. It never occurred to me, until much later, how frequently my MiL would pass by every time I showered.

One of those early "decent" days stands out in particular. After showering I hung up the towel to dry and stood naked at the sink, somewhat diagonal from the door, performing the usual grooming regimen. I felt a draft, thinking it was the AC kicking on. A shadow passed by and I heard an unmistakable (almost shrieking) gasp! My MiL stood frozen in the hall, peering around the doorway, gawking at my tackle. I then realised the door was ajar and apologised. She scurried off and wouldn't look me in the eye for the entire day.

The adrenaline rush from this was unreal and completely surprising as I'd never entertained the notion that I might have an inclination towards exhibitionism. Of course my reaction was easily exacerbated as my MiL looks like she could be my wife's twin sister, except twenty years older. Additionally, she definitely exudes an "aloof intellectual cougar" vibe.

For several months after, there were many feverish days where all I could tolerate wearing were a pair of boxer shorts, t-shirt, and slippers. I wasn't intending to be lewd, it was simply an attempt to remain as comfortable as possible during uncomfortable periods of recovery. It was during these days, I began to notice a change in my MiL's behaviour. For example, we often conversed on the sofa together and I caught my MiL staring down at my boxer shorts with increasing frequency instead of looking me in the eyes. Whilst passing by in a corridor, she would habitually glance at my crotch each time, and a few times I noticed her seemingly ogling my backside as I limped away.

If there were any self-doubts about my knewly-realised exhibitionist streak, such doubts quickly vanished with a rather thrilling occurrence near the end of my stay at my MiL's home. As she left for work, my wife happened to leave our bedroom door ajar. Not long after, I got out of bed to change out of my pyjamas. This was starting out as one of my more painful days, so I simply let things drop to the floor. Standing naked, I was attempting to put on boxer shorts without bending over much resulting in a bit of a futile foot shuffle, when my MiL appeared at my bedroom door to inquire about something unremarkable. I stood still, she stared. She then made an abrupt about-face, legging it down the corridor.

My heart was racing like a rabbit's at this point, as I was reveling in the thrill of it all. Then my MiL re-appeared near the door to continue speaking with me, obscured behind the door-jamb seemingly to give me privacy. I quickly noticed she could clearly see everything in the reflection of a mirror on the bedroom wall next to me. She was positioned perfectly, so I turned towards the mirror to give her a good look in the reflection and continued conversing with her as nonchalantly as possible, pretending to forget about my sartorial circumstances. I was about to ask her for help getting dressed (wink, wink ;) ), as I was slowly growing semi-erect. She abruptly declared she would let me finish dressing then departed again down the corridor.

There were a few more encounters with my MiL during our stay with her, but nothing noteworthy.

Do you think the aunt knew you masturbated after she saw you naked? I can’t blame you, being seen naked by an older woman like that, would have made me hard also.

She may have masturbated also, after seeing a young stud naked. She definitely kept her eyes on your cock and didn’t try to look away. You both made good use of an accidental encounter. Too bad more didn’t happen. But that’s the realm of fantasy.

Does the female surgeon that did my vasectomy count? Lol

MIL
 

I thought I was home alone so I was taking down the window screens to clean in my briefs. I would take each into the bathroom and scrub and rinse the screen in the shower. I was getting wet so I dropped the briefs and was working on the bedroom screens. I walked into my MIL room thinking she was out. She walked out of her bathroom and saw me standing there naked. I played it cool and asked her to give me a hand taking out the window to get to the screen. Her head was no more than a foot from my semi-hard cock which became hard by the time the screen was removed. She didn't say a word but said she'd wait for me to put the window and screen back in.
She did happen to touch my thigh a couple times as we were removing the window. Nothing happened other than her getting a good hard look at my cock.

Not my story so I apologize for that. I met up with a coworker after work a few days back and he told a story that reminded me of this thread. Of course it struck a chord with me so I was able to push for as many details as I could. He’s a bit older than me so he was saying in the mid 90s he met a Norwegian girl at his college. They dated a while and he went to her home one year for a winter break. They stayed at her grandmothers and were joined by her parents and two sets of uncles and aunts, a few cousins their age, as well as a gaggle of children. It was dead cold but the house had a sauna out back. This is where my ears perked up. It was a common post dinner activity after the kids went to bed to use the sauna. As the only American he was hesitant to go nude but everybody else was so he decided to join them. The family acted nonchalant about the activity but he said once inside the women would sit back, eyes closed or chatting with each other and he couldn’t help but see his girlfriends uncles (the aunts were her moms sisters, uncles were married into the family) looking at her and her cousin. Meanwhile he was transfixed on her cousin and her aunts. He said they were all very pretty for late 40s/early 50s. His girlfriend’s cousin was very similar to his girlfriend but with bigger boobs. He didn’t like these guys seeing his girlfriend but A) knew they already had many times and B) didn’t want to spoil the activity of himself seeing all the ladies.

I found it funny that they acted as if the nudity was normal and desexualized but then still jeered and likely took mental notes of the ladies figures and body parts. Meanwhile he also informed me that while his girlfriend and her cousin chatted the whole time and he never saw them glance anywhere naughty, the older aunts apparently took many glances at his nether receiving which he said he enjoyed.

I asked him if he use saw boobs, bush and butts or if he got any views of pussy. He said one of the aunts had a thinner patch of pines but her clit and lips were prominent and he remembered to this day how he kept looking at that. I also asked if he got a boner and he said nearly but that’s what made the aunts looking at him do it for him. They were seeing his cock at half mast.