Seeing Mom in lingerie

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I loved seeing mum in her sheer negligees
 
Pantyhose first came out when I was in high school. So, I often saw my mother dressing in OBGs (which I still have “a thing” for) and stockings. Her girdles were very similar to this one. Yes, I did try them on — her panties, too! I now wear panties 365/24/7, wear panty girdles for orgasm control, and OBGs for dress up. Miss the way women dressed back then, but I am happy for the progression in women’s equality.
Obg’s are my absolute favourites. Incredibly sexy
 
I remember mum wearing these all the time when she was home,
I have no such memories. On the other hand, I do remember full-back satin panties and an old t-shirt that mom always wore when cleaning the bathrooms. If I was lucky, I would time an 'accidental' pass by the door when she was on her knees, scrubbing the floor. The image of her glorious satin-covered ass will always stay with me, along with the taboo fantasy of kneeling down behind her. 🤤
 
I have no such memories. On the other hand, I do remember full-back satin panties and an old t-shirt that mom always wore when cleaning the bathrooms. If I was lucky, I would time an 'accidental' pass by the door when she was on her knees, scrubbing the floor. The image of her glorious satin-covered ass will always stay with me, along with the taboo fantasy of kneeling down behind her. 🤤
Omg.. that's hot
 
I have always appreciated the intimacy and eroticism of seeing my mom in lingerie.

If I’m in her bedroom having a conversation with her and she suddenly decides to change her clothes, she won’t ask me to leave the room. She only tells me to leave the room if she’s going to get fully nude to take a shower.

I guess you could say that when I see she’s changing clothes I should have the good manners to leave the room, but I don’t. I enjoy too much the feeling of intimacy and eroticism of seeing her lingerie.

My best memory of this was one late afternoon when I was in my early 20’s still living at home. Mom had spent all day at the funeral for a distant cousin. I hadn’t gone. She got home and sat down on her bed. I was in her room talking to her.

Suddenly, she unzips her black dress and I see that she’s wearing a sexy silver colored bra. She pulls the dress down further and I see she’s in the most erotic looking gold colored panties. The feeling in my chest was euphoric.

I mean, objectively my mother is average looking but beautiful lingerie is beautiful lingerie.

And for the final thrill, she’s wearing thigh high white stockings. She unrolls them in front of me and takes them off. She grabs and puts on a regular shirt and pants and the lingerie show is over.

My chest was still euphoric from what I had seen. And then I had a great, insightful thought, I considered that my mother had been at the funeral all day, socializing up close with 30-40 family members. But only I enjoyed the special gift of seeing the lingerie under my mother’s dress.
Disrobing is a very intimate event, particularly out of a little black dress. I think its wonderful to be open to share that time. Certainly it's sexual exhibition, we all need a little material for private time.
 
I was the last of 4 children to live at home and was at home a lot with mom. She was not shy at all and I saw her many times while dressing and undressing. In lingerie and totally naked. I enjoyed both and early masterbation fantasies were born of these visions. The lingerie images drove me into wearing mom's when she was out. I still remember standing in front of her mirror wearing her bra, panties and nylons.
 
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