I am a 48-year-old mature wife.
Currently, I live with my son-in-law, and he is so handsome that it troubles me.
My husband and I haven't had a physical relationship for several years. My husband is 54 years old and is an executive at a company.
By the time he was in his late 40s, his sexual desire had diminished, and due to his job, he often travels for work and works overtime, so we spend little time together at home.
My daughter is 27 years old and works as a nurse. Since her job includes night shifts, I handle most of the household chores.
My daughter got married about a year ago.
Her husband is a 31-year-old civil servant! He is handsome and has a muscular build due to his athletic background.
I've seen him shirtless several times during the summer, and he looks simply amazing.
His personality is kind, and his consideration is irresistible.
A few weeks after their marriage, I heard my daughter's voice through the wall!
Our bedrooms are on the second floor, and the beds are positioned against the same wall, so I could hear the sounds from the next room.
"Ahhh... it feels so good"
My husband, who was snoring next to me, didn't notice.
Embarrassingly, I am still in my prime and sometimes secretly masturbate during the day when no one is around.
My daughter's voice was enough to stimulate my sexual desire.
The next morning, while I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, my son-in-law (John) came downstairs.
"Good morning"
"Oh, good morning"
When I looked at him, I noticed that he had an erection, and I could see the size of it through his pants.
"It's bigger than my husband's," I thought, as my daughter's voice from the previous night echoed in my mind.
"She was penetrated by that... I'm so jealous," I felt myself getting wet.
After breakfast, the three of us left the house.
When I started doing the laundry, I found his boxer shorts in the washing machine.
It might seem perverted, but when I picked up his underwear and smelled the crotch area, I got aroused.
I took off my underwear in the changing room, and while imagining his penis, I inserted my fingers into my vagina.
"John... amazing... more, more," I moaned as I reached orgasm.
When my daughter has late shifts or night shifts, it's just John and me during dinner.
We often find ourselves alone during bath time as well.
In our house, the hallway to the bathroom leads to the toilet, and the sliding door to the changing room is frosted glass, so you can faintly see inside.
If you are close to the door, you can see more clearly.
Sometimes, when I am changing, John walks by to go to the toilet.
I can see him walking down the hallway, which makes my heart race.
To entice John, I intentionally press my naked buttocks against the glass door when I hear him walking down the hallway.
My heart pounds, and I feel aroused as I imagine him watching me.
For a moment, I felt that John noticed and stopped in his tracks.
At that time, it was clear that John had stopped and was peeking at me from the shadows.
I pretended not to notice and got into the bath, but I wondered if John was interested in my naked body.
When I got out of the bath, I heard noises from the toilet area.
I slightly opened the sliding door and turned on the light switch in the hallway.
This turned off the bathroom light, leaving only the changing room light on.
Usually, I would close the door completely, but knowing that John was in the toilet, I left the sliding door open about 10 cm and started changing.
While I was still naked, I wiped my body with a towel and noticed John peeking at me through the mirror.
I felt an abnormal excitement, my face blushing, and I boldly stuck out my buttocks, making sure my vagina was visible.
John's surprised expression was evident, and he was clearly interested in my vagina.
I opened the cabinet under the sink and got on all fours to look inside.
From John's position behind me, he could see my vagina and anus completely.
When I spread my legs in that position, my vagina opened wide, revealing my hole and clitoris.
After a while, I looked in the mirror and saw that John was still peeking.
I put on my bra, making sure to show off my F-cup breasts, and then put on my panties and started buttoning up my nightgown.
John walked quietly down the hallway towards the living room.
When I told John, who was relaxing in the living room, "The bath is ready," he looked at me and said, "Oh, okay."
Honestly, I wanted him to hug me and take me right there, but that would never happen in reality.
When John went to the changing room, I peeked at him this time.
John was already shirtless, wearing only his underwear.
I was very curious about what he was doing as he stopped moving.
Through the frosted glass, I couldn't see the details, but it looked like he was reaching into the washing machine to take something out...
Could it be... (Was he smelling my underwear?) I wondered, and suddenly the sliding door opened, and John came out.
"Oh... I just needed to use the toilet..."
"Oh, I see. Go ahead..."
John hurried to the toilet, his erection clearly visible through his underwear.
"If he put that inside me... would I go crazy?" I thought as I peeked into the changing room and saw my panties carelessly placed on top of the washing machine.
It was definitely John.
When I went to the toilet after him, my heart was pounding, and I felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
After John got out of the bath, we had our usual evening drink, and my daughter came home.
My husband was still working late, and that night, I went to bed aroused, listening to my daughter and son-in-law's nighttime activities from the next room.
A few days later, I headed to the toilet before taking a bath.
For some reason, I went to the toilet in my underwear and didn't lock the door.
As I was finishing urinating, I heard footsteps in the hallway, and the door suddenly opened.
"Oh... mother-in-law, you were in here... sorry," he said, our eyes meeting, and then his gaze shifted to my private area.
In my underwear, my pubic hair was clearly visible.
"Oh! How embarrassing to be seen like this," I said calmly, even though my heart was about to explode.
I wiped myself in front of him, stood up, and put on my panties.
John was so stunned by the sight that he just stood there, staring.
Even at 48, I was wearing sheer lace panties, and that day, they were thong panties.
I hurried past John to the changing room, trying to calm my racing heart.
Even then, I left the sliding door slightly open, and in front of the mirror, I slowly checked my naked body, making sure he could see, before getting into the bath.
After repeating this for six months, it seemed that John was becoming more conscious of me.
By then, we were going grocery shopping together more often, and I started wearing mini skirts, forgetting my age.
When I asked John, "Is it okay for an aunt to wear a mini skirt?"
He replied, "I think it's fine! You look great, mother-in-law," which made me feel elated.
I am living in anticipation, wondering if I will end up having a physical relationship with John.
