Seeing Mom in lingerie

My dad would usually be asleep on the couch by the time my mom would get home from work. It didn't happen often, but there were nights where I'd be standing in her room talking with her and she would start undressing in front of me, getting down to her bra and panties before changing into something more comfortable.

I just remember the way she'd casually continue our conversation as she started undressing, and I'd be struggling to find words, too distracted by what I was seeing to think straight.

I had already been exploring her underwear drawer/hamper regularly at that point too. I never did it while she was home so I can't say whether she knew about it or not.
 
My dad would usually be asleep on the couch by the time my mom would get home from work. It didn't happen often, but there were nights where I'd be standing in her room talking with her and she would start undressing in front of me, getting down to her bra and panties before changing into something more comfortable.

I just remember the way she'd casually continue our conversation as she started undressing, and I'd be struggling to find words, too distracted by what I was seeing to think straight.

I had already been exploring her underwear drawer/hamper regularly at that point too. I never did it while she was home so I can't say whether she knew about it or not.
Ah yes, the good old days. I’d also sit and chat with my mother as she’d undress from work or church or as she’d begin to dress for bed. Several times she’d turn her back to me and unclasp her bra and her breasts would fall and I’d get a nice side view of her breasts. All her panties were light colored pastel full size briefs which never left much to the imagination as far as how dark and thick her bush was. Her breasts hung 1/2 way down her chest and the nightgowns were also very faded and light in color too so her large areoles were on display as well. Such imagery for a son to have as I’d scamper off to my bedroom
 
There were other times (only when my dad wasn't home) where she would walk through the house in a similar state of undress, usually when she was getting ready for work. I remember sitting at the kitchen table one morning and she walked into the kitchen in her bra and panties, and bent over to unload the dishwasher. Other times she'd walk through the house wearing pants and just a bra, or a shirt and just panties.

I was home from college one summer and needed to do my laundry, and she already had a load going. She was heading out, so she asked me if I could fold her things for her if I was going to use the machines so they didn't get wrinkled. When I opened the dryer, I discovered it was full of her panties, socks and a few other delicates. I found it very erotic to have basically been given permission to touch (and fold) her underwear.
 
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