Seeing Mom in lingerie

Corsets and shapewear

Although not my actual Mum this is the sort of clothing she would wear. These days I suspect it is considered old fashioned but the memories of those images have stayed with me and never cease to arouse.

Yes, that's exactly what my mom would wear, but most of the time in white. She had no idea that she was arousing me.
 
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One of my favorite night gowns
 
Reading this thread reminded me that I saw mom nude and in lingerie all the time growing up, and it was a big part of my coming of age story. Nothing remotely sexual ever happened between us, other than in my dirty little mind.

My single Mom slept in the nude but otherwise dressed extremely conservatively...I think to avoid unwanted attention from men. Let's just say that I had a lot of "Aunts" that visited and stayed the night occasionally...no "Uncles" that did.

Mom was very attractive, well endowed, and shapely. The women on both sides of my family are quite pretty and have larger breasts than most other women. Mom was definitely no exception in the family jewels department.

I saw her nude all the time when growing up. It was no big deal at all...when I was small.

As I got a little older, in the summer I would stay up late watching television in the dark living room.

Mom would usually wake up to get some water. She had to walk right in front of the console, between me on the couch and the television.

Mom would often come back into the living room, take some big standing gulps of water, then look at the TV for a few seconds.

She would usually tell me not to stay up too late, then give me a peck on the cheek before turning and going back to bed.

When I became a teen, Mom started to wear a nighty when she got out of bed, but it was sheer and hid none of her assets. I remember being surprised when I later in life saw breasts that didn't have giant erect nipples 100 percent of the time.

Mom's lingerie is what enabled me to sexualize my mother. She surely wasn't trying to excite me and probably underestimated a growing boy's hormonal situation.

I used to love coming home sometimes late at night as a teen and my mom would jump out of bed in alarm, running down the hall in the nude when she heard the front door closing. She'd give me a hug and a kiss and wish me a good night.

If I had a friend with me, she'd go back into her room, put on her nighty, then come back out to wish us a good night.

Fond memories.
 
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Reading this thread reminded me that I saw mom nude and in lingerie all the time growing up, and it was a big part of my coming of age story. Nothing remotely sexual ever happened between us, other than in my dirty little mind.

My single Mom slept in the nude but otherwise dressed extremely conservatively...I think to avoid unwanted attention from men. Let's just say that I had a lot of "Aunts" that visited and stayed the night occasionally...no "Uncles" that did.

Mom was very attractive, well endowed, and shapely. The women on both sides of my family are quite pretty and have larger breasts than most other women. Mom was definitely no exception in the family jewels department.

I saw her nude all the time when growing up. It was no big deal at all...when I was small.

As I got a little older, in the summer I would stay up late watching television in the dark living room.

Mom would usually wake up to get some water. She had to walk right in front of the console, between me on the couch and the television.

Mom would often come back into the living room, take some big standing gulps of water, then look at the TV for a few seconds.

She would usually tell me not to stay up too late, then give me a peck on the cheek before turning and going back to bed.

When I became a teen, Mom started to wear a nighty when she got out of bed, but it was sheer and hid none of her assets. I remember being surprised when I later in life saw breasts that didn't have giant erect nipples 100 percent the time.

Mom's lingerie is what enabled me to sexualize my mother. She surely wasn't trying to excite me and probably underestimated a growing boy's hormonal situation.

I used to love coming home sometimes late at night as a teen and my mom would jump out of bed in alarm, running down the hall in the nude when she heard the front door closing. She'd give me a hug and a kiss and wish me a good night.

If I had a friend with me, she'd go back into her room, put on her nighty, then come back out to wish us a good night.

Fond memories.
Your story got me hard. I never saw my mom nude but I did see my friends mom. I got excited when I would get a view of her big tits or her fat ass.
 
My mother had no problem getting dressed in front of me. She always had a bra and panties on. I would ask what was behind her bra and she would say nothing. I could tell it was a lie but she never said anything more than “there is nothing there.” I never asked about her panties, just the bra as it was something new. It was frustrating, not sexually frustrating but just frustrating in that I was being handed bullshit and expected to accept it
 
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