My MIL See's My Cock Closely, OOPS!

Shortly before I got married for the first time, at only 22 years old, my girlfriend and I had a 2-level townhouse. At the time of this story, my girlfriend, at 20 years old, was about 8 1/2 months pregnant. Her mother, who lived in another state, decided to come stay with us until our child was born. Her and I didn't always get along so great. I really didn't have any issues with her, on the contrary, at only 44 years old, I found her pretty hot. Due to her daughter becoming pregnant by me and wanting to have our baby together, she sometimes spoke poorly of me. Before her arrival we agreed to leave any animosity we had before behind us and enjoy this amazing moment.

We had two rooms upstairs, one for me and my gf and the other a nursery for our new child. Downstairs, we had a small office that we turned into a room for her mother's stay. The stairs leading to the second floor ran along the left side of the foyer when you walked into our house, with a landing at the top where the washer and dryer was located. There was a railing with well-spaced spindles that overlooked the foyer, lined up directly behind where you would be standing to access the W&D. Basically, if you were loading or unloading the W&D, you would have your back to the railing and be visible from the foyer below.

One day I had gotten out of bed, taken a shower, secured a towel around my large 6'3' 250-pound frame, and went to grab some of my clothes out of the dryer, where I believed them to be. When opening the dryer, I realized that my clothes were not inside, but my soon-to-be mother in laws were. As I stood there leaning over, looking into the dryer, my MIL walked into the foyer below, apologizing out loud to me, saying she had put my clothes back in the washer so she could dry hers, had forgotten to retrieve hers and return mine back to finish drying.

I stepped to the railing to tell her that it was no big deal, I would bring hers down to her and pop mine back in the dryer. Only when I saw the look in her eyes did I become aware that, from where she stood, she could look straight up my towel to gaze upon my fully exposed manhood! Being a man, not a woman who is naturally aware of situations like this, wearing skirts and dresses regularly, the thought of what I may accidentally display to someone below me had not crossed my mind.

There she stood, mouth agape, no longer speaking, her eyes fixated on the accidental, yet fortuitous view now provided just above her. Quickly deciding to feign unawareness of being exposed to her gaze, I continued to make small talk with her while standing as close to the railing as possible, slowly widening my stance incrementally while doing so. While this was taking place, I detected the familiar sensation of my cock beginning to expand, the result of this unplanned but intoxicating encounter.

After what seemed like several minutes but in reality, was probably only a minute or two, I told her I would bring her laundry down to her as soon as I gathered it in my arms. She nodded at me in silence, while remaining cemented to the spot.

Turning toward the dryer, again widening my stance, I bent at the waist, leaning forward to gather her clothing from the dryer. In doing so, I felt my towel quickly rise and spread open drastically from these intentional movements, fully aware of the unobstructed view of my ass, expanding cock & dangling, cum-filled balls, now easily scrutinized by her, without her fearing being noticed.

While taking my time withdrawing her clothes, a hidden smile crossed my face upon realizing that some of what I handled was her most intimate lingerie, catching me by surprise while increasing my excitement. I would make sure to leave her skimpiest panties on top of the heap, inches from my face, before descending. As I finished collecting her clothes, filling my arms, I turned, noticing quickly that she had never wavered from her spot or lowered her gaze from my direction.

Beginning to descend the stairs, I could feel my cock continue its inevitable growth, now accelerated due to how it swayed beneath my towel.

"I will bring them to your room" I said, as she finally turned to retreat to her room. As I entered her room, she sat down on her bed, beginning to pull her clothes basket next to her. Nearing her, it was becoming apparent that my towel had loosened in my journey down the stairs. Just as I stepped before her, arms still completely occupied by her clothing, the towel lost its struggle, gravity quickly dropping it to the floor.

Now matching her eye level, no more than a foot away, my well-fattened cock sprang up right before her face, fully exposed. Though accidental, the best possible exhibition scenario I could have ever dreamed of could not top the reality of what was now occurring.

Her expression, at first appearing bewildered, quickly transitioned into a blend of amazement and enthrallment, as she unblinkingly stared at my fat cock, in all of its glory, presented before her in a way neither of us could have ever fathomed. Unable to grab my towel, hands still full, I attempted to process the predicament now presenting itself.

Quickly apologizing for the awkward situation, I asked her to please wrap the towel back around my nakedness. Leaning down, without averting her eyes, as her hands found the towel, she began leaning forward, attempting to return it to where it had been. This endeavor was one she could not complete, her arms unable to fully wrap around my waist due to being the large man that I am. The result of her attempt left her upturned face a scant 2 inches from my now levitating, fully engorged cock.

She appeared mesmerized by my above average, thick cock, just as her daughter has been since her first encounter. The entranced, staring eyes before me now were uncannily similar to the looks I've seen her daughter make many times... and I can't remember ever being harder than right now. I could cut diamonds!

Looking down at her. I witnessed her staring at my throbbing, helmet-topped manhood, which had now risen before her so closely she could have kissed it should she have chosen to. Her daughter would have so you can only hope.

Slowly withdrawing her face, but not looking away, she reached sideways, grabbing her clothes basket. As she set it in front of her, only then did she ask me to deposit her clothes in it, the first words she had spoken since my cock had made its first appearance.

As I complied, relishing in the moment, the realization that my fat cock had become an unavoidable fixation for her left me exhilarated. The thought that this mind-blowing experience would likely be replayed in her mind, in every detail, whenever a stimulus was needed to assist in the completion of the release she sought... had me inconceivably ecstatic.

Leaning down, removing the towel from her grasp, I securely returned it around my waist. Though mostly concealed, my erection remained easily discerned in the tented towel. Inadvertently, a nervous laugh escaped my lips as I observed her continued perusal of the tent before her. Apologizing again, I stating that it may be best to keep this "unfortunate accident" between the two of us, so as not to potentially agitate her daughter in her child-bearing state. Without a word, eyes now cast downward, she nodded slowly in agreement.

Exiting her room, I retraced my steps upstairs, where this epic episode began. After popping my clothes into the dryer, I returned to my bathroom, dropped the towel and quickly began stroking my hard cock, exploding within a few strokes. The clear vision occupying my mind of her entranced eyes locked on my fully erect cock, inches from her face, will forever be vividly recalled, stoking my masturbatory fires.

I am guessing she did the same, if not immediately, at the first safe opportunity.

Coincidentally, after that momentous day, my eventual mother-in-law never spoke poorly of me again. In fact, she became quite friendly towards me, even noticeably affectionate at times.

I wonder why?