If you’re familiar with any of my efforts at posting these past months, you know that I have been in a sexually neglectful marriage since the beginning. Not having an outlet to take care of your needs is excruciating, and that hardship gets exponentially worse when you move in with your in-laws. My wife and I were transitioning from renting an apartment to owning a home. It was a long 10 months or so, but this experience is still the hottest thing to ever happen to me.
Imagine being an early 20’s man and not being able to cum for almost an entire week since your wife didn’t want to relieve you, it was bad to masturbate, and you were in a house with your in-laws. That was my pain-staking reality, and I was going crazy on the inside with how horny I always was.
The routine of my wife and I living with her mom and dad quickly developed. My father-in-law (FIL) left for his job before 6am after taking the dogs for a walk and feeding them. My mother-in-law (MIL) left for work around 7:30am to get to her job by 8am. My wife was still finishing up undergraduate work, so she didn’t have to leave until 10am or so usually, and I was doing a few jobs here and there as I was applying to get a job that fit the degree I had earned. If I was at work by 9am, I was good.
After a few months of living together, I was on sexual edge all the time. The cool spring months had given way to the hot and humid summer months, and of course my FIL didn’t want to waste money on keeping the house cool. We were all living upstairs, my wife and I down the hall from her parents.
On this morning, I woke up like every young man does – completely hard and throbbing. I had started to sleep naked with how hot and stuffy the house had become, and my erection strained against the bed sheet as I woke up from restless sleep. I needed to take care of myself, but I didn’t dare start tugging away with my wife right next to me. I glanced at my phone to see the time, and it was after 8am. I knew my FIL and MIL would be at work, so I quietly got up, and stroked my cock a bit as I made it to the bedroom door. I slowly opened it to not disturb my still sleeping wife, and I carefully closed the door behind me with my left hand still firmly gripped around my aching cock.
I started to slowly walk down the hall towards the bathroom, which was in the same direction as my in-law’s room. I was still waking up, and all the blood in my head had rushed down to my dick which was screaming at me to give it some long overdue attention. I was squeezing my shaft, feeling the heat of my needing member, when I noticed the door to my in-law’s room open more than halfway. I didn’t stop touching myself as I noticed my MIL’s legs on the bed, and I could see her makeup bag on her lap. The door was closed enough to block me from view, and I couldn’t see anything above her waste. The feeling was cereal – I had always fantasized about my cute MIL, and here I was walking butt naked down her hallway.
I kept staring at her clothed legs as I made it to the bathroom door, cock in hand the entire time. Just as I gripped the doorknob to open the bathroom door, I glanced up a little higher and locked eyes with my MIL. In a split second, as soon as our eyes met, I felt my body react and start triggering my orgasm. She was able to see me through the crack between the door and the door frame with how the door was opened, and I felt a rush fly through my body that I had never felt before. I only made eye contact with her for a split second, so I don’t think she knew I was cumming. Somehow, my reflexes were quick enough for my right hand to cup in front of my dick and catch each shot of cum that fired out. I quickly scampered into the bathroom and shut the door.
My mind was spinning. First, I had finally cum for the first time in about a week. Second, my MIL had seen me completely naked, most likely saw me gripping my hard cock, and I just came with her watching me rush into the bathroom … I opened the door a few minutes later as I stepped into the shower as if real life were like a scene out of a porn movie, and she would want to come chat with me while I was in the shower. She did not come into the bathroom of course.
This happened a little under 10 years ago. It is still a vivid memory for me, but she has never let on that she saw what she did. She’ll linger on hugs always, but it’s more of that motherly feel than someone lusting after you. I know anything actually happening between us is a bad idea, but that doesn’t stop my imagination from thinking out forbidden scenarios where she takes care of me like I’ve always wished for and needed.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bu3wgk/mf_the_morning_my_motherinlaw_saw_me_cum
The feeling was cereal.
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