Seeing Mom in lingerie

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Reminds me of someone
 
It’s amazing how these images of mom and aunt from so long ago shaped my preferences for so long. How I miss the way women dressed and although I happy women have found more freedom I wish they still dressed sensually.
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Sweet! It was a similar view (without any underwear) that turned me on to the beach at Club Orient in St Martin.
 
I never got to see my mom in her bra an panties, or naked. Kinda bums me out. Hearing about you guys that got to see mom or neighbors mom
 
So this one time my mum and her friend (who we called Auntie June) were practicing yoga in the front room in their tights and bras, perfectly innocently in their minds, and I walk in, see them and immediately become embarrassed at being able to see the colour of both their panties through the sheer tights and have to leave the room. They'd have been in their thirties and Auntie June was a looker, what used to be called a dolly bird in the 1970s.

I didn't reappear for a while 🤣
 
I remember stopping at one friend' house one summer night. His mother was home alone. She was enjoying the summer evening outside in her robe in a lawn chair. We were chatting i couldn't stop staring at her wonderful breast that was exposed almost to her nipple. Then i think she noticed how much i was staring at her breast. She pulled her robe close. And yes i went home that night , closed my eyes and had a wonderful release
 
I remember stopping at one friend' house one summer night. His mother was home alone. She was enjoying the summer evening outside in her robe in a lawn chair. We were chatting i couldn't stop staring at her wonderful breast that was exposed almost to her nipple. Then i think she noticed how much i was staring at her breast. She pulled her robe close. And yes i went home that night , closed my eyes and had a wonderful release
Those were great fantasies back in the day.
 
I remember stopping at one friend' house one summer night. His mother was home alone. She was enjoying the summer evening outside in her robe in a lawn chair. We were chatting i couldn't stop staring at her wonderful breast that was exposed almost to her nipple. Then i think she noticed how much i was staring at her breast. She pulled her robe close. And yes i went home that night , closed my eyes and had a wonderful release
perhaps she did, too. ;)
 
A few of my friends had some nice looking mothers... So as a very very horny kid and still am... Man i would jerk off thinking of them, wanting to see more.
Same here. My mum had a wide social circle and lots of friends I found amazingly hot, although pretty much anything got me hard and hot under the collar back then 🤣

Another occasion I remember, we were out for a walk on a hot day with my mum and her friend Judith, who was very posh, spoke with a cut-glass accent and always dressed to a T in formal well-cut skirt suits. They decided to have a few minutes tanning their legs and more and rolled their skirts up while lying prone. The sight of their bottoms in panties, especially Judith's, has stayed with me. It was hard to say the least, having to wait to get home for some private time with that image in my head.
 
I was thinking about making breakfast for my son, and his two best friends who stayed over last night. I should be ok doing that in my bathrobe as long as it doesn’t accidentally fall open right?🙋‍♀️
Yes, mom, maybe a double stack?
 
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.
Our family never hid nudity , I got to see mom sis and dad dressing, undressing, shower, bath, pee almost daily, doors were very seldom closed, I loved every second .
 
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