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I found the gown which was featured in several photos. It was see-through fabric, but two layers and so the sight of her naked body must have been very sensual. In the photos, it was draped down off her shoulders so that her breasts were offered as delightful and delicious morsels of femininity. Even though she was still, it was impossible to look at the photos without seeing them sway slightly in their full loveliness. The gown smelled of her and her perfume and I spread it on the bed and displayed the "gown pictures" on it.

A longer search found the strange bra that must have been a bit of a joke from the expression on her face. It had holes where the nipples shot through the fabric bare and frisky. The cups were big and still she filled them to overflowing. The matching garter belt was firm looking and had at least six suspenders dangling down to grasp the black stocking bands which spanned her thighs and looked taut and sexy. She wore black panties with red ribbon at the waist and legs and lace all around. In one of the bra cups, I propped a photo of her bending over and looking through her legs at the camera.

One photo featured panties made of see-through material with a floral pattern. Through the pattern, the shadowed crease of her opulent bottom smiled invitingly. And another photo from the front let curly dark hair peak through a lace panel which ran from the waist down to the crotch.

Another favorite was a gleaming pair of white panties, very high quality. The waistband was all there was on the sides, and the band had gathered material over the elastic which gave a very feminine, very sensual look to the panty and to my Momsie's hip. The back panel was full, intended to cup and cover her entire bottom and it beautified her at the same time. The front was a triangle which draped and gathered down to where it tucked between her legs. It looked sweet and chaste while at the same time exuding sensuality. She was gorgeous in her only garment in the photo. Just gleaming, fresh, clean white bikini panties and strappy white high heel shoes. I found the panties buried deep in her drawer, seemingly hardly ever worn. They were pretty enough to have been part of a bride's outfit, and maybe it was.

In the back of the closet, I found a box crammed full of real stockings, the type that can only be held up by a garter belt. In it I found the pair which matched a photo of her legs posed nicely and showing panties, garter belt and long stockings with the brand label of Givenchy in large white script looking sexy against the dark band stocking top.

By the time I had enjoyed my treasure hunt and tried valiantly to put everything back so as not to be detected, it was late afternoon.

I put all the pictures back in the box except for the three favorites which I stuffed into the magazine and kept hidden under my mattress.

That must have been the day I hurriedly stuffed the book under the mattress and left it showing. When I cam home the next day, I went to my room to look at the pictures before Momsie came home. My heart nearly stopped when I slipped a hand under the mattress to find it empty. But then I saw something sticking out from under my pillow. There was the magazine. I rifled it to find the photos gone.

Then I noticed the panties, washed and fresh, along with what I recognized as my Momsie's note card. My face was flushed with embarrassment and my heart was like a lead weight knowing I had been caught. I pressed the panties to my face and found that they had also been perfumed.

The Card: "Dear Prince, You are so sweet! It is so nice to think you like my pictures. We should chat about them. OK? Love, Momsie"

I was still tense with the thought of having to face the music, but what a thoughtful note it was. I paced the house unable to settle down to anything, waiting for her to come home from the office. As it turned out she worked late and didn't get there until about 7 O'clock.

"I'm sorry..." I muttered immediately.

She smiled broadly and we hugged. Her kiss on my cheek was a help, but I was still nervous and flustered.

"Oh, Prince, I'm sorry those pictures were still around. But ... how could you not look at them? It's OK. But, you probably understand they were just for your father and me ... understand? So, I needed to have them back ... you understand?"

Now I had a dilemma, whether to admit there were more or not.

We had dinner and she was very chatty and talkative. "Well ... now the questions ... do you think I look OK?" She giggled a little.

I took a deep breath and replied.

"Beautiful!"

"Thank you, honey. Do you have any questions about them? I mean, it isn't unusual for married couples to have a few photos. I mean it is sort of fun ... and exciting. Your father was an amateur photographer, after all. It was natural to want those ... I guess. And I enjoyed them, too, posing, knowing he liked the way I looked. Understand? A little bit, anyway? Well someday it will be clearer. After you are married."

"There are some more, Momsie. I'll get them for you later."

Her smile disappeared and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, dear." she looked down into her lap a moment. "Where?'

"In the darkroom."



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Taboo


Frankie


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Love is a wonderful experience. For Prince, he is ready to go for what he desires and loves to have. Even if the society considers it to be a taboo.






It is said that I was a special child. I guess it was true. Certainly my upbringing was unusually open and my erotic evolution broad-minded.

I'm sure that many will say that the way I grew up was wrong; that my step Mom was wrong in her outlook, her view of life, and her guidance of me as a child. I myself would say none of those things. I look back on a rich and varied education and development. Every aspect of my young life seemed to guide me in the direction of being a useful, thoughtful, feeling adult.

Still, I was aware even at an early age that it was different from other children. Somehow I knew that it was something to be protected, perhaps even sheltered from the eyes of others. I have no idea why that should be, since nothing was ever said about it, I just knew.

My father died when I was nine years old. Most of us grow up thinking our step Moms are nearly perfect; so it was with me. She was intelligent and beautiful and perfect. After my father died, there were lots of tears and I was lonely.

But, after a time, my step Mom's resolve and intelligence took over and we became an avowed "team" dedicated to making each other's lives happy and rich with art, sport, play, everything that made life a pleasure.

She loved the opera and the ballet. I came to love them too, and it seemed natural to be taken to each performance with her. The lights, the people, the music enthralled me, even then. I took piano lessons, but they didn't seem to take with me. On the other hand, step Mom seemed to love the things I loved as well. She hardly ever missed a baseball game or tennis match, and encouraged me in all outdoor activities.

I sensed that she really missed Dad and it became natural for me to watch for the signs and try to behave a little better when I saw them. I felt especially tender toward her when I saw the sadness creep over her from time to time.

She had a very good job as an executive assistant to the Chief Executive Officer of one of the larger companies in Lagos and it appears that she was very good at the job. Smart and willing to do whatever had to be done, logical and protective of the Chief Executive Officer and of the company's interests.

I'm sure you have known the sort of person who succeeds in that world. That was my step Mom. Always immaculately and stylishly dressed, she went off to work each day and returned at night, usually with work to be done at home.

She always wore a business suit or tailored dress to work, never pant suits like I saw other moms wearing. Everything about her was feminine, the perfume, the swishing sound of her nylons as she walked or crossed her legs, the lovely drape of the white silk blouse.

She seemed to know something about everything. If she didn't know, she was willing to do the research to help me find the answer. Her guidance over the years made me more and more eager for knowledge and for variety. We learned about astronomy, photography, sailing, painting, hiking and even a little bit of fishing, though she didn't much like worms and other squirming things.

She dated occasionally but none of them ever really caught on as a regular thing. Perhaps she never really got over her first love, my father. I don't think I stood in the way of her romance, at least I hope not.

But as it turned out, she never re-married. On the other hand, she had many friends and had an active social life, mostly centered around the arts. And she was a wonderful grandstep Mom to my two children.

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