Ever been naked in front of a much older member of the opposite sex?

[fieldmill]

This little statement at the end of your story is something I really connect with. That feeling of exposure and loss of power that comes with being seen naked and then it remains there whenever you see with that person again. That feeeling is almost poor powerful than at the actual moment of exposure.

'The feeling afterwards was somehow better than the experience itself. Knowing that he'd seen absolutely everything on show was such a rush.'



FM

[driftwood3791]

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.

[Hornyinde]

Originally Posted by Jiapjiar

This thread is full of very hot stories. Here’s mine.

My dad remarried a younger woman after he divorced my mom. She was only 28, ten years older than me. Since he had moved out of state I only saw him during the summer when I’d visit for an extended stay. During one such visit they were having friends over for a bbq. I headed to bed but could hear them and their friends still up and drinking into the night. The next morning I awoke to an empty house. My dad drove his new wife to work so they must’ve been gone for that reason. I took a shower and dried off, then realized the pants I wanted were in the basement laundry. I didn’t think twice about trotting down the stairs in the buff to retrieve them. I entered the basement and grabbed them out of the driver and turned to head back up when I saw a woman (my new step mom’s sister so I guess my step aunt) sitting on the couch. She had gotten drunk and crashed. Her eyes made no attempt to avert her eyes from my body. She was older than my step mom. I’d say 30ish. I out my pants over my cock and said sorry. She smiled and said don’t worry about it you didn’t know I was here.

I headed back up and can only assume she was looking at my ass. Back in my room I found I had gotten a full hard on. The way she looked down at my cock right when I turned around and the way she smiled. I rubbed one out then got dressed. In the kitchen I found her and I said sorry again. She said it was totally fine and don’t mention it.

My dad divorced her a few years later but every time we had family functions I’d always find myself talking to my step aunt and always found myself horny as hell thinking about her seeing me naked.

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.

[mopa23]

Does the female surgeon that did my vasectomy count? Lol

[mysweetie61]

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.