As I stood in the kitchen, stalling over finding something to eat for breakfast, I knew my mother-in-law could arrive at the house and find me at any moment. Dare I wait there like this? Wearing nothing but a t-shirt? And, if I did and she came in, what would I do? There were three options as I saw it. One, keep my back turned to the door. Then she'd see my butt and be able to choose herself whether to say anything or just walk away on the assumption I hadn't known she was there. Although, if I chose option 1 and she said something, it could quickly in effect turn into an option 2 situation. Option 2 would involve turning to acknowledge her but covering my private parts with my hands and acting surprised. I would apologise and, I guess, she'd keep a straight face and apologise too before walking out to give me a chance to get away and get covered up. Or, how about option 3? This was to turn and face her to respond to a greeting, in such a way she was likely to see me fully exposed. She may or may not make eye contact first but it's easy to imagine her instincts drawing her to look down, even just for a moment. There's a down side to this - if there was no reaction, or a negative one, and/or she chose to tell my wife about it later, all of these possibilities would leave me feeling pretty foolish.
Today was my weekly work-from-home day. I didn't really know why she insisted on arriving first thing in the morning, with my wife and kids out of the house all day, but she always did. I'd never had the closest relationship with her, so we didn't talk much on these days. Usually my schedule was full of online meetings and I barely saw her. She seemed to make herself busy doing chores around the house, which was kind. Perhaps, having been widowed many years earlier, she just liked being in a house that had somebody else in it for a while. Little did she know, today she'd be seeing a bit more of me than normal.
As I stood there in my t-shirt, although the house was reasonably warm, I could occasionally feel a slight chill against my penis. I've never been particularly blessed in that department (although in truth just average, and average = normal, right!) and tended to shrink or grow a lot dependent on temperature so I didn't like the idea of cool air leaving me in an unflattering state if I might be lucky enough to be seen. On the other hand, an American woman I had a one night stand with in London years ago had told me what big balls I have and, ever since, I figured this was probably true. To my mind, this played to my advantage in the cool air as I stood in the kitchen. My big balls were hunched up as my scrotum tried to keep them warm, and from my perspective this had the effect of pushing my flaccid cock slightly upwards and forwards, somehow giving the impression of a larger package overall. Anyway, thankfully I didn't look as small as I could be at times. In any case, I did have the fortune of being a good-looking guy, according to compliments received regularly since my teenage years, and this gave me a level of self-confidence in my appearance. I had often been described as 'tall, dark and handsome', and didn't mind that one bit!
I looked aimlessly in the cupboards. Who was I trying to kid?! I was preparing to act but there was nobody but myself to fool at the moment. No need to pretend to do anything, because nobody was watching. But this was about to change. I could hear the front door being unlocked, just the other side of the hall. I heard her come in and put something down in the hall, then go back out again. This was normal for my mother-in-law, who'd bring around all sorts of things we didn't need every time she visited. I knew she'd be back within a minute, which heightened the anticipation. I was now quite nervous, knowing it could all go very wrong. But, I told myself, you only live once and thrills like this may never happen if you don't give them a helping hand.
I gave my penis a quick rub to make sure it was in as good a state as it could be, and looked in a cupboard with my back to the kitchen door opposite, waiting for her to appear. Then I heard the sound of the front door again, and this time she was closing it properly behind her. She was bound to come to the kitchen now and the anticipation was almost unbearable. At this stage choosing from the three options went out of the window, I couldn't think straight.
Behind me I heard footsteps as she entered the kitchen, and moments later she said, "Oh...hello Olly." She definitely sounded a little embarrassed but I sensed a slight amusement in the tone of her voice too, which I found encouraging. I turned to her with an instinctive 'option 2' manoeuvre, cupping myself in my hands as I moved to face her from across the room and responding, "Oh...hi...sorry, I wasn't expecting you just yet. I've just put my pyjama bottoms in the wash." That was planned - the best explanation I could think of to justify why I'd be standing there with just a t-shirt on.
She smiled at me. Who knows what she thought of my explanation (which wasn't entirely plausible as, apart from anything else, she always arrived around the same time as this), but that wasn't the main thing right now. I'd been appearing in front of her in some barely decent clothing during recent visits - skin tight underwear at times and also a dressing gown with nothing underneath - and perhaps she half expected something like this. Did she even think about it at all? Maybe not. On the other hand, maybe she did.
Maybe she liked it as much as I did. And in the next few moments, it certainly seemed that way.
"That's okay, darling," she said. She called everyone darling, incidentally. She definitely looked amused now, cracking a smile. She didn't appear in a rush to leave, that was for sure. In fact, the way she stood her ground surprised me. It already felt like she had the power in this dynamic, and she didn't wait to up the ante.
"It was quite a surprise to see your bottom when I walked in," she said. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, I've seen it all before." And for sure she had - she was a nurse before she retired, albeit a children's nurse in the time I'd known her. She'd been widowed ten years ago and did remarry another guy who'd since passed away too; I doubted there had been a physical relationship given his health and their age but they had appeared happy companions. She was now in her late 60s and relatively youthful in her appearance. She had a woman-next-door look - a decent figure with only a little extra weight added to the fairly slender body I remember when I first met her 15 years ago, and quite plain but appealing looks. Unusually for someone her age, she had long auburn hair, which she always had pinned up almost as if a nod to her nursing days. Although English born and bred, her appearance gave away her Irish roots.
After a split-second stand-off, which felt much longer, she went straight to the point. "I haven't seen anything like that for a while," briefly gesturing with her eyes towards what I was concealing with my hands, "But I wouldn't mind doing so." I could barely believe what I was hearing! She continued, "Why don't you move your hands out of the way, there's nothing to be scared of," adding jokingly, "And you'd make an old lady very happy!"
Wow, I wasn't expecting that. I couldn't do anything but move my hands of course. I'd put myself in this position, she'd responded more positively than I could possibly have dreamt, and all I had to do was go with the flow. Still, it took me a moment to react as I processed what was going on. Everything seemed to be in slow motion.
I moved my hands out of the way. I felt the cool air on my cock and balls again as my mother-in-law saw them for the first time. I didn't know what to do next. That was far from obvious - strange how I'd planned all this for weeks but hadn't seriously complicated what would happen after the initial moments.
As I hesitated, she just looked at me, unashamedly taking in the sight of her son-in-law's genitals. I noticed a momentary smile that quickly gave way to a different kind of look, as if her thoughts were turning to something more primal. A few seconds felt like forever and I could feel myself twitch below as arousal began to take over my body. Unmistakably, as I watched her watching me, she would know I was turned on.
Smiling a little again, she broke the awkward silence by placing her handbag down on the kitchen island and walking towards the cupboard where she'd get tea from, just a metre or so to my right. Seemingly now ignoring the situation we found ourselves in, she said, "Anyway darling, how are you?"
