My mil watched me jack off last night.
she came to stay with us for a few days, and last night her and my wife were watching some stupid chick flick that couldn’t stand to watch. So I kissed my wife and told them I was going to bed early. I was just going to lay down and play on my phone until my wife came to bed. But you know how it goes when you start scrolling, you run across a picture that makes you look for more and before long you wind up on a porn site. So that’s what happened, I was watching a few clips and got horny. I wasn’t sure when my wife was coming to bed and I didn’t want to wait, so I figured I would just rub one out on my own and get it over with. Well, my bedroom door wasn’t closed all the way, and I was already too settled to get up and shut it so I said fuck it and I continued. Well a couple minutes go by and I’m stroking myself slowly, enjoying the clip I was watching when I heard foot steps come down the hall. My mother in law was on her way to the bathroom, and I knew it had to be her because my wife walks like a bull on a rampage everywhere she goes. I knew it wasn’t her. I probably should’ve stopped and covered myself but when I’m horny I get bold and like to push the boundaries. So I pretended that I didn’t notice her and just kept going. I expected her to notice and pretend like nothing happened, she’s too shy to say anything about it afterwards. But I wasn’t expecting to see her stop just past my door and turn to look back. From her angle all she could see was my lower half, my legs parted with my cock in my hand, but she couldn’t see my face so she assumed I couldn’t see her either. Well what she didn’t see was the dresser mirror beside the bed that let me see down the hall where she was. And her eyes were fixed on my cock. I watched her look over her shoulder to make sure my wife was still watching the movie but then she went back to watching me. So I gave her the best show I could. I was shaking it and stroking it hard while watching her out the corner of my eye. She stayed in the hallway watching until I finished. Normally I would just finish in a tissue and keep it clean but since she wanted a show I let myself blast cum into the air and all over my stomach. I could see that she was breathing as hard as I was when I finished. She must have enjoyed what she saw. Then she turned and went to the bathroom and stayed in there for a few minutes before coming out. I don’t know for sure but I like to think she was in there rubbing her pussy after the show. I gave it some time after she returned to the movie and I walked in there pretending I just wanted to get a drink so I could see how she acted, but she ignored me completely. So I walked over and kissed my wife good night. And made it a point to pat her shoulder and gave her a peck on the cheek like I often do just to have a reason to touch her. I was wondering if she would shy away from my dirty hand, but instead she actually gripped it tightly and smiled at me and said good night sweetie. I believe she enjoyed it as much as me. I can’t wait to try that again.
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She's a chubby chick from our church. She's gotten around that church a lot with the guys. Even fucking some of the married guys there. Smash or Pass?
Wwyd with this chick
Looking back, my best friend’s mom has been living rent-free in my head for years now.
Back then, I saw her almost every day during the summer when I was chilling at their house or crashing there overnight, and after that afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, like, I was totally completely obsessed. It was a total fluke, catching her naked on her webcam, but every inch of her body was like tattooed in my head forever. She was always acting so proper and straight-laced, the kinda mom who was all about posting MAGA stuff or Bible verses on X, giving off this hardcore “faith and family” vibe. But after seeing her like that, it was impossible to look at her the same when she came in with a tray of homemade cookies, all sweet and churchy, ‘cause all I could see was her naked body, and it was screwing with my head big time.
It happened when my friend and his girlfriend were in his mom’s bedroom, video chatting with me on his mom’s webcam. We were just goofing off, joking about stupid stuff, when I stepped away to grab a snack. When I got back, the room was empty—I thought they’d bailed, leaving the webcam on, showing nothing but their mom’s bedroom. I waited a few minutes, thinking they’d show up, but then she walked in—my friend’s mom.
She came in all graceful, like some fancy lady, wearing a knee-length skirt that hugged her long, lean body. She was always, like, super chill and kinda shy and quiet, the type of classy lady who seemed next-level proper. Although I had always thought she was pretty, I never really noticed how her long brown hair, tossed up in a messy bun with these hot little strands dangling around her face, looked so totally sexy.
She had no clue the webcam was running, no idea I was watching.
She started undressing, and I knew I shouldn’t keep looking, but I couldn’t stop.
My hands were shaking so bad I could hardly move them, fumbling to hit record ‘cause it felt like this couldn’t be real or she’d snap out of it and see the webcam, maybe even catch me staring at the screen, my heart going bonkers, like it was gonna bust through my ribs, my body all jittery and wired. My mind was buzzing with thrill and panic, screaming at me to turn it off, but I was totally locked on her every move.
She wasn’t in a rush, peeling off her skirt and blouse really slowly, like it was nothing.
When her bra came off, I about died—her small B-cup boobs were so perky, with these pert pink nipples that popped against her pale skin.
Her body was unreal, long and lean with a super thin waist and a perfectly shaped ass that was just flawless.
She dropped her panties, showing off a little bush that made her even hotter.
Then she bent over right in front of the camera to grab something off the bed, her bare coochie right there, so close I could see every detail.
I swear, I almost busted a nut right then, my whole body on fire.
She got a phone call and stood there, totally naked, chatting all casual like she wasn’t giving me the show of my life.
Those dainty tassels in her hair dangling as she talked, her tiny boobs pointing straight at me just enough to drive me nuts.
As she stood there, facing the webcam, her pussy was, like, right in my face, impossible to ignore. Her thin waist flowed down to these grown woman hips, framing everything perfectly. Her bush wasn’t all thick and wild—it was more like she’d shaved it a while back and now it was growing in, this short, dark stubble that looked so hot, outlining her coochie just enough to make my brain short-circuit. The skin around it was smooth, pale, with this slight curve where her thighs met, making her look all lean and sexy. Every little detail had me totally locked in, my eyes glued to the screen, knowing I shouldn’t be staring but way too hooked to look away.
I remember she started doing yoga—nude, like, completely nude.
She flowed into these poses, all smooth and elegant, like she knew she was putting on a private show just for me.
She did a downward dog, her perfect ass up in the air, her coochie peeking out between her toned thighs, her pink nipples pointing down as her boobs hung just a bit.
She slid into another pose, her long legs stretched wide, her thin waist twisting, her bush totally grabbing my full attention.
She got into this super cool pose, standing on one leg like some kinda dance star, her long, skinny body not even wobbling a bit. Her ass was perfect, all round and tight, looking so hot, each side just right, moving a little when she balanced, making me go totally crazy. Her legs were awesome, super long and strong, the one holding her up all tough, with muscles showing under her skin, and the other one bent up, her foot pushed high on her leg, showing off how sexy her legs are. Her skinny waist kept her steady, like she was some kinda statue. Her arms were so elegant, moving like she was drawing something in the air, her hands making these soft shapes over her head, looking all classy and hot. I couldn’t stop staring at her butt and legs and how her arms moved.
When she launched into that jaw-dropping backbend, facing the webcam, her body arched like a goddamn centerfold, serving herself up like a private show for my eyes only. Her long, lean frame curved back with this effortless, fuck-me grace, her small B-cup tits skyward, those pert pink nipples hard as bullets, practically daring me to jerk off right there. Her snatch was front and fucking center, her narrow hips framing a patch of short, dark stubble, outlining her tight crotch so vividly I could trace every contour of her pussy lips with my eyes, her clit peeking out like a goddamn tease, my cock throbbing like a jackhammer. The way her pelvis tilted up in that pose, her smooth, pale skin stretched taut over her hipbones, it was like she was shoving her crotch right in my face, taunting me to lose my shit. Her legs were spread wide to hold the bend, those lean thighs flexing like steel, making her crotch the star of the show, every detail screaming for my attention.
I was a wreck, hands trembling, breath short, my body screaming to act on the raging hard-on, my mind torn between guilt and this primal, insatiable lust, completely fucking consumed by her every move, knowing I’d never get this image out of my head.
I couldn’t fucking stop myself—my body took over, my hand moving on its own, I lost it in seconds, my desk a mess. My brain, totally fired with guilt and crazy desire, and locked on her every move, barely able to handle how bad I wanted her right then.
At the time, she finally stepped into a skirt, pulling it up slowly and ending the wildest show I’d ever seen, like she was slamming the door on something totally insane. Just minutes ago, she was completely naked, her long, skinny body all out there, giving me this unreal view of her perky tits, tight butt, killer legs, and spread pussy, while she rocked those sexy yoga moves, every inch of her making my brain short-circuit. Now, she was sliding on this super plain skirt, hitting just below her knees, nothing hot or flashy, like something you’d see on a church lady. The way she smoothed that skirt down, all calm and righteous, was so different from the way her body moved before, like she was turning into this clean-cut, wholesome mom who’d never dream of showing off like that. It was nuts how she went from totally bare, driving me crazy, to this low-key, super conservative chick, and I was just sitting there, my head all messed up, still seeing her naked even with that boring skirt covering it all. It was just me and that recording.
Years later, I think about how I saved that video and watched it a million times, no joke, got every single second burned into my brain. I was, like, totally hooked, jacking off to it over and over and I couldn’t freaking stop, no matter how bad I knew it was. It was like I was stuck in this loop, replaying her body in my head, and it was driving me nuts. At first, I was scared to death to show it to anybody, ‘cause I knew I could get in trouble. But I couldn’t help myself, it was too insane to keep to myself. I had to show it to a couple of my buds, just to, like, prove I wasn’t making it up. I swore them to keep it quiet, made ‘em promise not to tell, but that didn’t last, like, a day. Soon, it was like the whole freaking neighborhood and school had seen the video. Every dude I knew had seen my friend’s mom naked now.
She was, like, basically an internet porn star back then, everyone in school and half the neighborhood had it stashed on their phones, but nobody had the guts to tell my friend his mom was all over the place like that. We all tried to act chill around him, like nothing was up, but it was super weird knowing every dude in the room had seen his mom’s legs spread and pussy open. We were all sneaking looks at each other, half guilty, half hyped, trying not to let on, but it was like this secret was eating us up.
It was so messed up, but I couldn’t freaking stop. Every time after that, when I went over to my friend’s house, I was a total wreck, my stomach all knotted up, watching her every move like some creepy weirdo, making me feel like total trash, but still wanting more. That innocent smile she would give haunted me every night. She was still the same quiet, classy mom, totally clueless about the video, bringing us homemade cookies or asking about school in that polite, sweet mom voice. Meanwhile, I would be sitting there, trying to act normal, but all I could see was her naked legs spread wide in those yoga poses, the guilt slamming me hard but not hard enough to make me quit.
Now that I’m grown, that video left me with this messed-up voyeur addiction, always chasing that secret thrill, and every chick I date, I’m sizing up against my friend’s mom—her tight, sinuous body, that proper church-lady vibe—and none of ‘em ever come close.
P.S. Just the other day, I stumbled across that video again, posted on some voyeur site, and holy shit, it hit me like a goddamn lightning bolt, so fucking hot it yanked me right back to that summer, her tight, lean body and those sexy yoga poses still seared in my brain. Finding it out there, still floating around after all these years, was this insane rush and it’s why I had to write this story, to spill out how that moment messed me up and keeps pulling me back, no matter how proper and churchy she seemed.