It was dark, after midnight and she needed a pee. But on her way to the bathroom, her body froze. Clarissa hadn't expected this ... the moving shadows, the half-light that came from the guest bedroom. Could she be mistaken? she wondered. The shadow on the wall of the upstairs landing of her home seemed to indicate rhythm, a movement, a slow stroking of something. Clarissa debated whether to turn back to her bedroom and slide between the sheets next to her husband. Then she caught the sound, faint, a rustle of linen which linked into the shadow movements, a sync between the visual and her hearing.
Clarissa tiptoed to the open door of her son-in-law's bedroom and peeked in. By some quirk of the light from Gavin's tablet, it illuminated his hand, creating a shadow straight through his open door and onto the wall of the landing. While she held her breath, Clarissa took in the scene.
Gavin was on his bed, on his back, the bedsheet pushed down to his knees, his eyes on the tablet, his hand stroked his erect cock. Every time his fist came down to the base of his erection it made a faint noise.
Clarissa quickly turned away and slid down the wall to crouch outside his room. She knew what his almost-naked body looked like from the many times he and Clarissa's daughter had swum in the pool. Gavin was 6' tall, dark hair over his ears, parted in the middle, a strong jaw and eyes that smiled in a flirting way. The image of the last time he had walked out of the pool - abs glistening, enough muscle in the right places, his trunks sticking to his groin and clearly showing the shape of his cock - these images were sealed in Clarissa's mind.
She looked at the shadows on the wall for 10 seconds, then peeped around the corner to get another look at Gavin. He slowed his fisting and moved his hand down to disappear between his legs. Was he playing with his balls or bum? thought Clarissa. In so doing, Gavin had left his erection standing proud with the light from the screen behind it. For a minute, she was transfixed before she withdrew her gaze.
Clarissa stood and tiptoed to the bathroom. She figured that, by closing the door and switching on the light, it would give Gavin a warning to stop. While thinking about what to do next, Clarissa looked at herself in the mirror. Friends said that she looked like Emilia Clarke who played the lead in Game of Thrones as Daenerys. Although Clarissa didn't have the flowing white hair, she did have the intense eyes, the wide mouth and full lips which gave her a baby-doll look. She touched her 34D size breasts, teardrop in shape. At age 40, she still felt sexy and it seemed her son's friends considered her a MILF which Clarissa passed off as a joke but she still mouthed the words to herself - ''Mother I'd Like to Fuck.''
Having switched out the bathroom light, she opened the door and stood still. The soft light and shadows from Gavin's room had disappeared. On impulse, Clarissa slowly walked to his door and looked in. The only light was from the clear night sky behind his curtains and she could see Gavin had his eyes open. ''Gavin. Are you okay?'' she whispered.
There was a moment's silence while he stared at her before he said, ''No.'' He was still on his back but the sheet now covered him.
''What's wrong?'' she asked.
''Can you help me, Clarissa?''
Not knowing what his words meant she hesitated, entered his room and stood near the foot of his bed. Every month, her son-in-law had stayed with Clarissa and her husband for 4 days as part of Gavin's job. As an accountant, he was required to spend a working week at the large company nearby doing their accounts and audit. It had, therefore, become routine for Gavin to stay Monday to Thursday nights to save on commuting the two hours each way to his home. But never had Clarissa been in his bedroom alone with Gavin. She felt nervous but, strangely, excited.
''How can I help, Gavin?'' She didn't move from the foot of his bed.
''Jay and I are going through a problem patch.''
Clarissa's daughter had married a year ago at age 20. Gavin was 10 years older and now 31. It put him closer to Clarissa in terms of age because Clarissa was only 40. She said, ''I overheard your phone call with Jay last night. You were arguing.''
''It's my problem. I need more sex than Jay is willing to give. She told me to do it myself.''
''Is that what you were doing 5 minutes ago?''
''You were watching me.'' His statement wasn't angry.
''Couldn't help it, Gavin.'' She wanted to explain but instead, she said, ''Show me what you were looking at ... on your tablet.''
He pulled out his device from under the sheet, flicked it open, swung his legs out of the bed, stood naked and came alongside Clarissa. It had happened so quickly, the way he now stood next to her that it took her by surprise. She took the tablet and watched the threesome. As the show progressed, Clarissa became transfixed because it was obvious that the woman in the film was encouraging the two men to suck each other. Her hand tightened on the tablet.
Clarissa's heart beat faster. She should stop looking but she was also aware of Gavin's cock which she could clearly see in the reflected light from the screen. His circumcised cock, loose and large was inches away from her hand. She needed to ask, ''Are you bisexual?''
''Bi-curious but I've never done it. I just wonder what it's like to suck another man.'' He moved his body to nudge his hip against hers and placed his hand on her shoulders as they both took in the two men on the screen.
She felt dizzy from the implications of his words because of HER secret fantasy to see another man suck her hubby. Yet nothing had been said between Clarissa and her husband except they occasionally played verbal games - stories and made-up desires - during their sex romps. The sex on the screen resonated with her, a desire that had been suppressed for ages, a desire to watch hubby have his cock ejaculate into another man's hand or mouth. Gavin may have sensed this and took her right hand to slowly guide it to his groin. As one of the men on the screen sucked the other man, Clarissa's side-vision was aware of Gavin's growing erection. As the minutes ticked by, she felt her nipples harden, the push against her white satin top must have been obvious to Gavin.
Her hand was still covered by Gavin's larger, warm hand as he intertwined his fingers with hers and shifted her hand to the base of his erection. She wavered in a weak voice, ''I can't do this. Let my hand go.''
Ignoring her, Gavin asked, ''You like those two?'' He moved her fingers down to his balls.
Her body shook. ''I'm your mother-in-law.'' And yes, she did like the two men on the screen having sex, a voyeurism which she hadn't admitted to anyone.
''Would you like to watch me, Clarissa, with another guy?''
She bit her lower lip, naturally full which widened when she gave her big smile. Her mind couldn't cope with his question as Gavin manoeuvred her hand up the length of his cock, the size of which excited her. ''I shouldn't do this, Gavin. Please.'' But she found herself caressing his length, her fingers still enmeshed with his, but still she watched the tablet held in her other hand. ''Stop me, Gavin,'' she pleaded.
