1. Mom Loves Not Her Daughters


    Date: 7/7/2017, Categories: Shemales, Taboo, Author: BeeJay69, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the bras and panties in the other drawer. I held one up and moaned at the thought of seeing it on someone. The other drawers held sweatshirts, that I was used to seeing mom wear -- teeshirts, shorts, Levis, and a few nightgowns that seemed real insubstantial like the other things I'd seen. Except for the solid, shapeless ones I was used to seeing mom wear, I didn't remember seeing any of them. Maybe she'd worn them when dad was alive. I couldn't remember. Hoping my probing wouldn't be noticed, I shut the last drawer and walked to her closet. Here, the skirts and shirt-like blouses she wore mostly were right in front. Beside that there were the suits and dresses she wore less frequently but that I had seen on her. Behind that were several very filmy blouses I'd never seen. Holding them up, I could see the shapes of objects behind each one. Now I knew I hadn't seen them before. And with them were a half dozen skirts fastened to hangers by their waistband and so short that, when I held one up in front of myself, I could see it would go from about my waist to the middle of my thighs. Since my mom is a little taller than me and almost entirely in the legs, I was very sure I hadn't seen these skirts on her. My curiosity was peaked. I wondered why she owned all these pretty things and never wore them anywhere. I shrugged, knowing I couldn't fathom the reason now. Beside these were several full nightgown outfits. I didn't know what they called them exactly but knew they had a ...
    french name. The nightgowns hanging on the hangers were very lacy and sheer, some with little panties that matched the material. Then, over the hanger, hung either real filmy or thicker material sort of like robes except, with a few exceptions, I could see they would hide nothing at all. On the other end of the closet, I found a dozen party dresses. Two I'd seen before when she went to Christmas parties or special occasions. The rest I knew I'd never seen. Three black dresses almost actively did battle for the sexiest as I held them out to look at. Two were very short and hung by relatively thin strips of material for the shoulders. One was actually cut down clear to the waist in front and back both. The other was low in the front, though nowhere close to that low, but made it academic by being almost as see-through as the panties and bras. With these, that I thought were the sexiest, were a short white dress, a long black dress that was cut all the way to the waist on the side, a pink little-girl party dress with no shoulder straps at all, and several pantsuit things that were all one piece to deep cut tops or low cut with fluffy sleeves or something that made them look very sexy. Under the dresses, on the floor, I saw a wild array of shoes. I quickly recognized her sneakers, thongs, and about six or so pairs of what I thought were called pumps in various colors. The heels on all these were about two inches tall or so and all looked well worn. Nearly worn out really. Over on the ...