CurtGiles46
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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.
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.