Seeing Mom in lingerie

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.
Wow, euphoric is the proper word. Kinda like when you do a hit of white powder candy that kind of feeling that sounds amazing. Amazing a black dress gold panties, silver bra. Oh my gosh that’s wonderful.
 
God yes, I have so many memories of enjoying the view of my mother's mature body in all its glory! The "mystique" for me was not because I never saw my mother naked. My family was never overly 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, my 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.
Nothing better than a peak at mommy
 
My sons have seen me in my undies lots of times. They've seen me naked aswell. We dont have any hang ups of nudity. X
A very healthy attitude. i wish more families enjoyed casual nudity. I believe that families should embrace a nudist lifestyle and not hide sexual activity.
 
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