This was a short event in my life, but very memorable never-the-less. It revolved around my then girlfriend's mom, which - I hear all the cries - is not an advisable choice for a quick conquest normally. However, this one just happened, and I had too much fun to even consider thinking badly of myself or my actions. Anyway, this was not the reason for our break-up, so who cares?
My girlfriend's mom is a bitch. A woman with a hide thicker than a rhino's, and that's no exaggeration. You get those people in life, the ones who just don't see anyone else besides themselves. Her name is Tarryn, and physically she's quite good looking, if one doesn't mind a well-fleshed, curvy, middle-aged lady. I love them. Not too fat, but, well, well-rounded. The thing that got me going was Tarryn's tendency to sit on a chair with one foot on the ground, the other on the chair, knee pointing upwards. She often used to do this while wearing a dress and watching tv. I guess that I was not seen as a guy to be careful around because I was going out with her daughter, so the fact that her skirt lifted up did not concern Tarryn, if she even noticed. I didn't say anything either, because I was having a great conversation with Tarryn whilst ogling her white cotton panties, pubic hair sprouting round the edges.
The skirt had lifted to leave me with a glorious view of crotch. Creamy white flesh ran down her inside thigh, cut off at the apex of her legs by soft, well-worn looking, white brooks. It was a real cock stirring position I was in, and I made the most of my conversation with her to prolong the view.
I don't know if it's a trait of Tarryn's family, but I remember getting an eyeful of her other, younger daughter's white panties when I was swimming in their pool once. She came over to the edge to show me a picture. I stayed in the pool, while she squatted on the side. The thing though, was that she was wearing a short, denim skirt. So when she squatted I was left with my eyes not 20 centimetres from her cunt. I had to tear my eyes away so as not to give the game away. She didn't notice it; oblivious! Who knows, growing up like mom?
Anyway, I was talking to Tarryn 'cause my girlfriend wasn't in (delayed at work) and Tarryn was the only one home. By now I had a raging hard-on, and the bulge in my jeans said it all. Tarryn blushed when I caught her eyes, guilty as sin. I neglected to tell her of my own transgression, let her suffer I thought. But then when she said nothing I thought that I might rev things up a bit and tease the old hag. So I got up to clear away the tea cups and purposely lent across her to get her cup. My cock must have almost brushed her nose! I took the tea stuff away and returned to a rather flustered lady. But still no complaint. The bitch was loving it. I went for more, too bent on getting her back for all the grief she had caused me over the last year or so.
I got up and went to the guest bathroom, just off the entrance hall, near the lounge where we were sitting. I made sure that I peed hard into the toilet bowl, but only after battling to get things going, what with an erection and all. Tarryn couldn't help but hear. I went back with my fly undone, underpants peeking out. I sat down with my legs apart to give Tarryn a good look. "I don't know when Sarah is going to get back, so do you mind if I shower and get ready for tonight?" I asked. "That's fine, you can use the shower in my room." There was only that one, lucky me. I got up, went through, took off my clothes, fiddled with the taps (fancy variable temperature/speed types) and then put a towel loosely around me, and went back to the lounge. "I can't seem to get the taps to work," I said... lame I know. "Oh, um, I'll show you." We went back to the bathroom, and Tarryn reached into the shower to turn the water on. I looked over her shoulder and made sure to bump her at just the right moment. In she stumbled, and got instantly drenched. In the struggle to turn off the water and get her out, I lost my towel. I played that I didn't notice, and helped Tarryn to get another towel from the rack to dry herself with. I then "realised" my predicament and grabbed my fallen towel, giving Tarryn a open view of my arse. "God, sorry... um, let me help you with those clothes... I'm so sorry."