Family members take turns being voyeurs & exhibitionists.
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"Honey, can you bring me a towel? I'm filthy and soaking wet. I can't come into the house like this," I hollered through the backyard sliding screen door.
I stood on the concrete patio as I stripped off my clothes and waited for my twenty-two-year-old wife to appear. Yesterday, a truckload of mulch had been delivered to the house and, of course, they'd dropped it on the driveway. We were having people over so I got up early on this rainy summer Saturday morning to clear a path so our visitors could get to our front door.
When I began this project, the temperature was sixty-five degrees and the rain was light and intermittent. It changed to torrents which soaked me to the bone. Due to the rain and the shredded garden material, I was a mess.
When I was naked, I sprayed my dirty body with the hose and called my wife again, "Simone, can you bring me a towel?" The temperature had risen to seventy degrees, and I was hot and sweaty from spreading mulch. The cold water from the hose felt good. It was too cool for my balls they contract, snuggling up against my body for warmth.
I was spraying my left foot when I heard the rattling sound of the screen running on its track. I looked up and saw an outstretched arm offering me a towel. Behind it, I saw a pair of amused green eyes looking up and down my nude body. A wide smile broke out on her face.
I babbled, "Ah. Ah. Ah." I was too shocked to move and stood for what seemed to be an excruciatingly long time naked in front of my mother-in-law before I took the towel and croaked, "Thanks, Mrs. Marchand."
"Brent, call me Yvette. We're family now."
She laughed and much to my dismay didn't appear to be in a hurry to leave. She leaned against the door frame, her eyes continued to scan my body as she said, "My goodness! You're wet. You look like a drowned rat."
I stood under a small canopy and rubbed my wet hair and body with the towel. I felt her eyes on me. I swear I saw her staring at my junk as she said, "You're handsome and very fit. How old are you?"
"I just turned twenty-four."
"Mmm. Mmm. Mmm," she hummed while smiling and shaking her head from side-to-side. "I agree with the great Irish playwright, George Bernard Shaw, who once said, 'Youth is the most beautiful thing in the world.' My daughter is a lucky woman to be able to crawl into bed with you every night."
She stayed and chatted as I dried my body. She explained that she'd come over to help Simone get ready for the party and that my wife had run to the store to get some items leaving her to vacuum and tidy up.
I'm sure my face was red. I was embarrassed and turned my back to her as I dried the front of my body. I flung the towel around my shoulders and pulled it back and forth sawing it across my back.
"Here. Let me help," she said. She stepped out onto the patio, grabbed the soft, absorbent cloth, and dried my back. She brought it down to my bum, and I felt her fingers knead my flesh through the towel.
This action woke my penis. When she first saw me naked, my dick was a small appendage. My diminished size was reinforced by my sense of embarrassment at being naked in front of my wife's mother, but now that Yvette had massaged my back and buttocks, my cock came to life. It stretched and swelled.
"Ah. Ah. Ah," I stammered, even more embarrassed than before. "Thanks for your help. I can handle the rest."
"Okay," she said as she pressed the towel against my ass. She leaned forward, brazenly looked at my erection, and grunted, "Hmm."
I reached back, grasped the towel, and quickly brought the cloth to my groin. I covered my erection, but I couldn't hide it.
She strolled to the edge of the patio, looked out on the backyard, and said matter-of-factly, "You've done a lot of work on the yard. The fence was a good idea. It gives you privacy and will be helpful when you have kids or get a dog."
She turned and faced me. I had both hands and the towel over my erect cock. She looked at my groin, and then up at my face. She smiled and said, "You're a good man, Brent." She brushed past me and went inside.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and hurried to my room. I thought about what'd happened, how embarrassed I was, and how cool, calm, and collected my mother-in-law had been.
"Dude, she saw you naked! You got hard and she saw it!" I said out loud.
My breaths were short and shallow, I was light-headed, and felt nauseous as I paced the room. It took time, effort, and many deep breaths to calm down. I needed to shave, shower, and get dressed before my wife got home.
I tightened the towel around my waist and went into the hall to get to the bathroom. I closed the door and shaved before hopping into the shower. I was shampooing my hair when I heard the toilet seat clank against the porcelain body and the unmistakable hissing sound of a woman peeing.
I called out, "Simone?"
"No, it's me," Yvette said. "Sorry, I couldn't wait."
"Oh, no worries," I responded.
My heart raced and my stomach tightened. I heard the toilet paper roll rattle as it spun. Through the opaque shower curtain, I saw a shadowy figure dab between her legs and then heard the commode flush. She didn't rise immediately. Instead, she spread her knees, reached between her legs, and moaned. She did this for, I don't know, maybe sixty seconds. She moaned a couple more times. Is she masturbating? This is unbelievable!
My dick became as hard as a rock.
She stood, pulled up her panties, smoothed her skirt, and washed her hands at the sink. She stepped toward the door, paused, and looked at me through the gap in the curtain. She smiled, glanced at my erection, looked me in the eye, and gave me a wink. She announced, "Two for me. Zero for you."
She left the room before I could respond. I was stunned and confused. I wondered, "Is this some kind of game?"
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Friends and families came to our house that night for a party to celebrate my wife's grandmother's seventieth birthday. It was a festive affair with lots of food and drink.
Midway through the party, I was sitting on the sofa drinking a beer and talking football with my next-door neighbor, Bill. I noticed I'd lost his attention. He was staring across the room.
"Bill, what's more interesting than talking about the Patriots?"
"Huh?" he grunted and then said, "I was looking at your mother-in-law. That's one fine looking woman. She has sparkling green eyes and a great figure. She looks hot in that green, off-the-shoulder, cocktail dress. How old is she?"
"Forty-five."
Yvette approached us with a tray of hors d'oeuvres and asked, "Gents, can I interest you in a snack? I have crab-stuffed mushroom caps and asparagus wrapped in prosciutto."
She squatted in front of Bill, keeping her shoulders back so he couldn't see down her dress, and offered him the tray.
"Thanks. I love mushrooms," he said as he grabbed a napkin and took three of the tasty morsels.
She turned her body toward me so her knees pointed at me. She smiled and asked, "How about you? See anything you like?"
As she said the second part, she spread her knees. This caused her skirt to ride up her tanned thighs and allowed me to view her crotch. Holy smoke! She wasn't wearing any underwear! She was bare down there and I saw her pussy!
I was stunned speechless. She held that position for only a few seconds, but the image was burned into my brain. Her labia majora were flush with her groin. Her labia minora were a dark pink/light brown color, fleshy, and sprouted out of her vagina like flower petals straining to be in the sun.
Her pussy was very similar to her daughter's except that Simone's inner lips are lighter in color and her clitoris is larger. It embarrasses my wife that her clit is so prominent as if she is constantly aroused.
Only later did I realize how well-timed and stealthy Yvette was as she flashed me. She made sure that I, and only I, could see her pussy. The sofa was against a wall and there was a five-foot-tall ficus tree by my end of the couch in the corner of the room. Her back was to the room and the guests had no idea what was going on and Bill, although he was beside me, didn't know what was happening. She blocked his view with the large serving tray.
Her mission accomplished, Yvette stood and mingled with the others talking, smiling, and offering them hors d'oeuvre as if nothing unusual had happened. Only she and I knew that she'd purposefully shown her pussy to her son-in-law.
I was too preoccupied to enjoy the party or engage with the guests. My eyes followed Yvette. An hour later, I saw my chance to talk to her alone when she went outside. I followed.
She was smoking a cigarette while gazing at the moon. She blew the smoke out of her lungs and said without turning towards me, "The score is now two to one in my favor. It could be tied, but you refused to look at me as I masturbated on the toilet."
I rushed closer to her and whispered, "I don't understand. What's going on?"
She laughed heartily, dropped her cigarette on the concrete patio, and crushed it with the toe of her high heel shoe. She looked at me and said, "This morning, I accidentally saw you naked here on this patio and you became aroused."
"Yes, but..." She stared at me with calm, steely eyes. My protest died on my lips because I couldn't think of anything to say in my defense.
She reached out and touched my wrist and said, "It's okay. I'm not complaining or accusing you of some nefarious action. I'm just stating what happened. I'm sure you've heard of voyeurs and exhibitionists."
