Mother's underwear - a momcest proxy

AfternoonStu

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If you have seen any of my other posts on this forum, my predilection for Oedipal fantasies is quite apparent. In this thread, I want to highlight a particular aspect of it - namely the pleasure of exploring mother's underwear.

I was in my early teens when taboo thoughts of my mother first appeared. Now, a few decades later, I honestly can't recall if her underwear was the triggering factor or a fascination that came after the fact, but either way they did become a central part of indulging my fantasies, if only indirectly.

Acting on my Oedipal desires was never really an option. I very much enjoyed the fantasy of it, but in real life it would be a very bad idea to pursue an incestuous relationship of any kind. However, my mother's underwear quickly became an exciting substitute. Through it - especially items found fresh in the laundry bin - I could explore parts of her body that were otherwise very much off-limits.

The scent of her worn panties was intoxicating, but I actually believe that the intimacy of the garments was what really had my juices flowing. I remember touching the inside of the cups of her bras, knowing how they had supported her beautiful breasts not long before. With her panties, I could push my cock against the silky fabric, especially the part that had just covered her pussy. These masturbation sessions were always extremely intense, and I got so much pleasure of *almost* having access to the most intimate parts of her body.
 
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I agree that incestuous relations in the real world is a bad idea. I strongly advise against it in all seriousness. But as contradictory as it sounds, the fantasy of having sex with my mother is my favorite.
I’ve seen my mother naked on frequent occasions. Her marvelous boobs and her fine bush helped define my oedipal imagination.
Did (or do) you ever explore her underwear drawers as well?
 
Back in the late sixties early seventies ,my mother wore silky panties with the day of the week on them. I can remember a pair being light green and a light yellow pair , although there were probably other color's I don't recall them. I do remember being fascinated by them and also fascinated by her tits , nipples and very dark bush.
 
My mother worked so after school, I would go through her underwear drawer and try on her panties, bra, stockings, girdle. My young cock would get so hard from the silky feel of her underwear. Sometimes I would pull her dirty panties out of the hamper and delight in that wonderful aroma. Then I would put them on and walk around the house. those were the days
 
No. Maybe I touched her bra a couple of times. But I think because nudity was not an issue with my mother, I periodically saw my mother naked, the underwear held no particular mystique for me.
The "mystique" for me was not because I never saw my mother naked. Similar to your experience, my family was never too concerned about nudity. Not that we walked around in the buff all the time, but walking out of the bathroom naked after a shower, just to head to the bedroom to get dressed, was no big deal for any of us. In the summer, mom would sunbathe in her bikini - sometimes even topless - in our back yard, and it wasn't strange for her to mow the lawn in just a bikini either. In the evenings, when popping into my room to say good night, she could be in her underwear, a nightie, or a pajama.

So, there were definitely plenty of opportunities to see her in her underwear, so it wasn't really about "mystique" in the sense of something unknown. Rather, the excitement came from the familiarity of her bras and panties, how I could see them on her body in the morning, and then find them in the laundry bin in the evening with all the pleasure that would bring me. Again, knowing for sure what she looked like in those exact garments only made the intimacy (and the taboo) greater.
 
The contents of my mother's underwear drawers changed through the years, obviously. A lot of it was functional if not boring, but the association with her body made all of it interesting to some degree. Still, what really caught my attention were the items with that little extra special something; lace, silk, satin. Once digital cameras and smart phones came into my life, it was the easiest thing to take pictures of her underwear and my exploits, saving the experience as my secret memories. Without giving away too much, I decided to share a few items here. Most of these are at least ten years old, and can't be found in her drawers any longer.

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My mother worked so after school, I would go through her underwear drawer and try on her panties, bra, stockings, girdle. My young cock would get so hard from the silky feel of her underwear. Sometimes I would pull her dirty panties out of the hamper and delight in that wonderful aroma. Then I would put them on and walk around the house. those were the days
I too had similar experiences with my mother’s underwear when no one was home. Yes those were the days
 
The contents of my mother's underwear drawers changed through the years, obviously. A lot of it was functional if not boring, but the association with her body made all of it interesting to some degree. Still, what really caught my attention were the items with that little extra special something; lace, silk, satin. Once digital cameras and smart phones came into my life, it was the easiest thing to take pictures of her underwear and my exploits, saving the experience as my secret memories. Without giving away too much, I decided to share a few items here. Most of these are at least ten years old, and can't be found in her drawers any longer.

A lovely white satin bra with lace details.
Light blue silky bra with lace cups & matching panties.
Floral satin panties.
Leopard print satin panties.
Pink snakeskin pattern satin panties.
Satin panties, white with rose pattern, and lace front.
Black see-through panties.
White satin/lace teddy.
White satin top with lace details.
nice
 
My mother worked so after school, I would go through her underwear drawer and try on her panties, bra, stockings, girdle. My young cock would get so hard from the silky feel of her underwear. Sometimes I would pull her dirty panties out of the hamper and delight in that wonderful aroma. Then I would put them on and walk around the house. those were the days
Love that. I did the same.
 
I’ll go a taboo step further. I’m older so after my mother passed away, her lingerie drawer was still there untouched in dad’s house.

I visited him one weekend, and when he was out of the house I went through her lingerie drawer to feel that emotional/sexual connection to her again.

I know some people would say this was morally wrong. However, it was something I needed to do as part of the grieving process and to connect to my wide ranging feelings of love for her.

A few of her lingerie pieces appeared to be from the days when she was younger, I admit it was pleasurable to see and touch her sexy black panties. I also found a pretty white half-slip and felt joy trying it on and seeing that it fit me.

I don’t regret going through her lingerie drawer. It felt like something I needed to do.
 
I’ll go a taboo step further. I’m older so after my mother passed away, her lingerie drawer was still there untouched in dad’s house.

I visited him one weekend, and when he was out of the house I went through her lingerie drawer to feel that emotional/sexual connection to her again.

I know some people would say this was morally wrong. However, it was something I needed to do as part of the grieving process and to connect to my wide ranging feelings of love for her.

A few of her lingerie pieces appeared to be from the days when she was younger, I admit it was pleasurable to see and touch her sexy black panties. I also found a pretty white half-slip and felt joy trying it on and seeing that it fit me.

I don’t regret going through her lingerie drawer. It felt like something I needed to do.
Many people would indeed find such an act reprehensible, and I can certainly understand that viewpoint.

At the same time, I can completely relate to the feelings you describe, and how her underwear drawer was interwoven with your wide array of feelings towards your mother.

I haven't gone through the experience of losing my parents yet, and I can't be sure in the end how I will handle the situation myself. There is no ruling out that I will feel the exact same need as you did, and reconnect with my mother's lingerie when I get the opportunity.

May I ask if you kept anything, or was there a finality to the event?
 
Many people would indeed find such an act reprehensible, and I can certainly understand that viewpoint.

At the same time, I can completely relate to the feelings you describe, and how her underwear drawer was interwoven with your wide array of feelings towards your mother.

I haven't gone through the experience of losing my parents yet, and I can't be sure in the end how I will handle the situation myself. There is no ruling out that I will feel the exact same need as you did, and reconnect with my mother's lingerie when I get the opportunity.

May I ask if you kept anything, or was there a finality to the event?

Thank you for expressing your understanding. I wasn’t even sure if I should post that story, but you’ve convinced me that maybe it will be helpful to others.

I moved a few of my favorite items to one the dressers of the guest room. My dad is very unobservant and he’s unlikely to know anything has been altered.

My older sister never expressed any interest in my mother’s lingerie. There are some 1950’s/1960’s teddies and babydolls. Admittedly, these don’t fit me.

I have had a lingerie fetish since youth so of course that played a factor in leading me in this direction.
 
Thank you for expressing your understanding. I wasn’t even sure if I should post that story, but you’ve convinced me that maybe it will be helpful to others.

I moved a few of my favorite items to one the dressers of the guest room. My dad is very unobservant and he’s unlikely to know anything has been altered.

My older sister never expressed any interest in my mother’s lingerie. There are some 1950’s/1960’s teddies and babydolls. Admittedly, these don’t fit me.

I have had a lingerie fetish since youth so of course that played a factor in leading me in this direction.
The lingerie fetish is definitely something I can relate to, and the urge to touch and fondle that comes with it. So if I understand you correctly, you didn't take anything from their house, but rearranged it to let you have a private stash in the guest room? A clever solution, as long as the rest of your family aren't very observant. That might be a good solution for me as well, eventually...

Is the ability to fit into a garment a deciding factor for you? While I've also tried a few of my mother's things on, it's not primarily the crossdresding aspect that excites me. For me, i it's the intimacy of the items that has my juices flowing. Knowing how close she have worn them on her body is a turn-on, and the very best items are the ones that I have glimpsed on her, or noticed peeking out in a photograph of her. For example, there is a very special bra, of a design that makes it easily identifiable. In one photo I have of her, one shoulder strap of that bra is clearly visible, and I love looking at it whenever I have a chance to 'enjoy' that very bra.
 
The lingerie fetish is definitely something I can relate to, and the urge to touch and fondle that comes with it. So if I understand you correctly, you didn't take anything from their house, but rearranged it to let you have a private stash in the guest room? A clever solution, as long as the rest of your family aren't very observant. That might be a good solution for me as well, eventually...

Is the ability to fit into a garment a deciding factor for you? While I've also tried a few of my mother's things on, it's not primarily the crossdresding aspect that excites me. For me, i it's the intimacy of the items that has my juices flowing. Knowing how close she have worn them on her body is a turn-on, and the very best items are the ones that I have glimpsed on her, or noticed peeking out in a photograph of her. For example, there is a very special bra, of a design that makes it easily identifiable. In one photo I have of her, one shoulder strap of that bra is clearly visible, and I love looking at it whenever I have a chance to 'enjoy' that very bra.

For me, it’s a gut reaction whether I want to wear it or fondle it, I just know. I also like certain styles and colors more than others.

I can see how contact with your mother’s pussy juices would be highly arousing for you. Also, your example of having seen her wearing the lingerie in a photo, you finally get your chance to feel like you’ve conquered it.

I have an older aunt whose lingerie I have always loved, I’m not going to deny that I would like to explore it.
 
I can see how contact with your mother’s pussy juices would be highly arousing for you. Also, your example of having seen her wearing the lingerie in a photo, you finally get your chance to feel like you’ve conquered it.
Yes, I think you make a good point here. On some base level, I suppose it is a form of conquest, asserting dominance in a sense, by using her most intimate items for my own pleasure. And it's not just about pussy juices - I've always had a fascination for her bras, and it's always so enticing for me to consider how they support that most alluring part of her - her beautiful motherly breasts.
 
Yes, I think you make a good point here. On some base level, I suppose it is a form of conquest, asserting dominance in a sense, by using her most intimate items for my own pleasure. And it's not just about pussy juices - I've always had a fascination for her bras, and it's always so enticing for me to consider how they support that most alluring part of her - her beautiful motherly breasts.

When you played with her bras, did you put your cock right where her nipples had been against the fabric?

I have another question for you: on some level did enjoying her underwear feel like having a victory over your dad? Like making him a cuckold?
 
When you played with her bras, did you put your cock right where her nipples had been against the fabric?
Yes, I always do, as well as placing my cock between the cups, as if tit-fucking her.

I have another question for you: on some level did enjoying her underwear feel like having a victory over your dad? Like making him a cuckold?
Interestingly, not really. My Oedipal desires have never really had that element of viewing my father as a rival. Shows how much Freud knew, I guess! 😅 In my fantasies, mother and I exist in some sort of bubble, where the rest of the family are present, but without a part to play, so to speak.
 
My mother was the first women in my life. When I got to around 12 or so I discovered her underwear drawer and hamper. Panties, her bras, slips and girdles.
I tried them all on and instant erection. In secret I used her underwear along with my older sisters.
when I started to ejaculate I made some messes in the clothing but was usually the hamper underwear.
thinking back all the articles then (60’s) were all white.
had a good friend I played with, his mom was divorced.
playing hide and seek I remember hiding in her bedroom. Low and behold I discovered colored underwear.
black, red. Of even more exciting… and found falsies. Her breasts were small and falsies were used to make a women look bigger. So much sperm was shot in her bedroom rug
 
My mother was the first women in my life. When I got to around 12 or so I discovered her underwear drawer and hamper. Panties, her bras, slips and girdles.
I tried them all on and instant erection. In secret I used her underwear along with my older sisters.
when I started to ejaculate I made some messes in the clothing but was usually the hamper underwear.
thinking back all the articles then (60’s) were all white.
had a good friend I played with, his mom was divorced.
playing hide and seek I remember hiding in her bedroom. Low and behold I discovered colored underwear.
black, red. Of even more exciting… and found falsies. Her breasts were small and falsies were used to make a women look bigger. So much sperm was shot in her bedroom rug
So exciting, and I can totally relate. My mother's things were generally also white, though some of it was still quite sexy, such as all-lace bra cups, for instance. But it was extra thrilling when I found a box in the back of her closet, where she kept the real goodies. Colourful satin panties, matching lingerie sets in black, red, blue, etc. Even the odd garter belt, though I never saw her wear one.
 
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