Having not read any other entries so far my first statement has not been influenced by any else's experience
I can recall noticing as a small child that my father was awake early in the morning getting ready for work ... his dressing routine was quick and mechanical ... he wore boxer shorts and socks under his suit trousers
My mother was a beautiful woman with a much more interesting and attractive body than my father ... she wore soft, light, filmy nightgowns in bed ... without panties ... and she wore only a light nylon bed jacket over her nightie while preparing my father's breakfast ... it was quite easy to "see" the glory of her naked female form ... and she didn't seem to mind sharing that with me
My mother's dressing activities were much more fascinating to me than my father's ... more like a "ritual" than a mere routine ... a quietly dramatic sort of "theatre" ... I was drawn to watch her "performance" ... she played her "role" naturally and magnificently ... with an apparent sense of modesty, but without any suggestion of shame
Given the choice, compared to my father's boxer shorts, it was not difficult for me to develop an awareness of and appreciation for the feel and looks of my mother's sheer nylon peignoirs, bed jackets, nightgowns, circle stitched bras, satin panel open bottom girdles, nylon stockings, soft nylon panties and stylish, lacey nylon slips
The *performance* ... never hurried ... always captured my full attention and focus ... I was never disappointed
How could a child resist ... why would I have wanted to ???
tbc / Marda
--ooohhh, that was bad, that was a groaner... sorry).
