Miscalculation or tease?

[hotdoggeek]

Can you describe your MIL in more detail? She sounds like an amazing MILF! You're so lucky, my MIL is not at all attractive.

[normal_guy]

... about 5'-6", brunette, had a lovely figure, maybe 125-130 pounds, breasts were large B, or C-cup. I thought she was gorgeous. I'll look for a pic (it will be G-rated of course.)

[hotdoggeek]

Originally Posted by normal_guy

... about 5'-6", brunette, had a lovely figure, maybe 125-130 pounds, breasts were large B, or C-cup. I thought she was gorgeous. I'll look for a pic (it will be G-rated of course.)

She's sounds beautiful! I bet she was quite a sight in her nightgown walking around the house.
A pic would be fantastic!

[normal_guy]

… after the wife and I moved out of the in-laws’ place. We bought our own house in the country surrounded my cornfields. Our closest neighbor was a mile down the road. It was a great location – very private. It was all before kids came along, so the wife and I used to walk around the house naked a lot when the weather was nice. In fact, we used to joke about it with friends and family.

I got a job teaching, so having an extended summer vacation was always nice. The wife had a typical 9-5 job they paid very well. One summer morning, as the wife was going out the door for work, she said, “My mom is going to drop something off for me this afternoon on her way home from the mall.” Immediately, my mind began racing. It had been a while since the MIL and I had played our little game. After we moved out of the in-laws’ house, my opportunities were limited.

One of the things I enjoyed doing was listen to music on my stereo. I had a really nice stereo – thanks to the wife’s great income. I had a really nice pair of headphones. They used to make fun of me for “zoning out” whenever I had my headphones on. My stereo was on some built-in book shelves in our family room, which was located in the front of our house. The MIL had seen me numerous times laying on the couch – “zoned out” – listening to music with my headphones on.

My parents had bought us a cam-corder. They said it was for when the grandkids came along. It was one of the early models that wasn’t very compact at all. So, I hid the cam-corder in a laundry basket and set it on the coffee table in our family room. I figured the MIL when she got there, would walk in the back door off our kitchen, like she always did when she came over. I would be laying on the couch with my headphones on. And to spice things up a bit, I would be looking at a Playboy magazine and stroking myself. (What guy doesn’t do that – right? Pretty normal thing to do.) I’d be laying on the couch with my feet pointed away from the entry way into the family room, so I would not be able to see, or hear her when she walked in the room. I aimed the cam-corder so that it would record her when she walked around the corner and saw me. I would record her reaction if any she saw me. I would pretend not to hear her, or even know she was there. I figured she'd drop off the stuff for the wife, and leave.

[normal_guy]

... waiting for the MIL. I could see down our road far enough to tell when she was coming, and have enough time to start the cam-corder and get into “position.” I waited to the point where I began to wonder if she was even coming. I had been “edging” all afternoon and was very close to “relieving” myself. I was almost to the point of giving up the plan when I finally saw her car coming down the road. I quickly hit the record button on the cam-corder and turned up the music, which was playing through the main speakers and the headphones – thinking that would add to the “accidental” nature of the whole thing. I was wearing a pair of cutoff shorts and a t-shirt, and pulled my shorts down around my ankles. I stuck my head up just enough to she her pull in our driveway. I waited to hear her car door slam, laid down, picked up the magazine and began stroking.

[normal_guy]

... I assumed she had walked in the backdoor. The stereo was loud enough to drown her out her voice if she said anything. I could feel the vibration of her footsteps on the floor, and knew she was in the house, but I could not tell exactly where she was. It was hard not to look, but I stayed “cool” and played along, pretending not to notice or hear her. I was focusing on the task at hand – my hard cock. My cock was as hard as it ever got – throbbing. I was imaging the MIL looking at me the whole time. I was so excited I came and shot all over my t-shirt.

I waited until I thought she was gone, wondering if I had captured her on video looking at me. I couldn’t wait to replay the tape. I took off my headphones, turned down the stereo and started to get the cam-corder when I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom off the hallway. Fuck! She was still there! I thought I’d waited long enough, but she was still hanging around. To get to the bathroom, she had to walk past the family, so I knew she had to have seen me. I quickly zipped up my shorts, pulled down my t-shirt and sat back down on the couch – the cam-corder still recording. The Playboy laying on the floor beside me.

I heard the bathroom door and her footstep coming down the hallway. Then she stopped before getting to the family room and peaked her head around the corner as if she was looking to see what I was doing. When she saw me, she looked a little rattled and said, “I... I... was dropping somethings of for [wife’s name] and needed to use your bathroom.” I nervously replied with a crack in my voice, “OK. I was just listening to some music and reading an article.” She smiled, kind of laughed, shook her head and said, “Looks like you got something in your shirt. I’ll let you get back to your music and your article.” And she left. I knew she had seen me.

[normal_guy]

… I got the cam-corder, ejected the tape, stuck it in our VHS player, hit rewind and turned on the TV. I pressed “play” and waited. The picture cleared. I could see just a part of my right arm moving as I stroked. The cam-corder picked up the MIL’s voice, “Hello?” as she walked in the back door. Again, you could hear, “Hello? Anyone home?” There was about a 20 second delay, then the MIL appeared around the corner. The picture was framed just right. I could see her. She walked around the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. The look on her face was one of total surprise. She just stood there for about 10 seconds looking right at me. Then she disappeared back into the kitchen. At first, I thought that was it. But a few seconds later I could see her peaking around the corner. This time she stayed and watched intently, biting her lower lip. She stayed the the entire length of Bad Company’s “Feel Like Making Love” which is like six-minutes long. Ironically, that was the song that was playing. Then she quickly walked past the family toward the bathroom.

From the video, I could see myself getting up. In fact, I almost caught her looking before she disappeared down the hallway toward the bathroom. I watched that video dozens of times before finally erasing it.

[normal_guy]

... before.

[normal_guy]

... years before, that is.

[driftwood3791]

Originally Posted by normal_guy

... before.

Those look solidly like C-cups to me. Thanks for sharing that snap with us!