My Mom Was A Naked Mom.I remember back when I was younger that my mother was naked several times as long as there weren't any guests over. She wasn't naked all the time, but often enough. Like when it was warm out, you could often find her on her bed laying on her belly reading a book without any clothing on with the door wide open. When she took a shower, she would dry off in the bathroom and then walk out into the house nude and not get dressed for awhile, cooking, cleaning, and doing whatever naked. And, back when my sister and I needed her to help us take a bath, she would always get naked too, even though she wasn't in the tub.
She also slept without any clothes on at all times, including when my sister or I had a nightmare and wanted to sleep in her bed. And when she came to tuck us in at night and give us a kiss, she was usually naked. So in the morning she would walk down the stairs and cook our breakfast in the nude. I can't tell you how many times I would walk downstairs in the morning and wake up the smell of bacon and my mother's bare behind at the stove. Some of her close friends saw her nude too, because I have a memory of this woman, Sandy, who was my mother's friend, and my mom answered the door for her naked. I never actually thought this was odd, I just assumed it was something that all mothers did.
I remember one specific occasion when my father asked her to vacuum the house right before he left for work. As soon as he left, my mother began taking off her clothes. I was about 7 or 8 years old and I asked "Mommy, how come you always get naked to when you vacuum the house?" She looked at me and smiled and said "Well Jayne, that's because it makes these boring household chores more fun!" And I asked her how it did that, and she said she'd show me, but I had to get naked too. I said okay and took them off and she brought me around the house with her as she did chores. She even told me we could go outside and water the flowers naked if I promised I wouldn't tell daddy. He was fine with her choice to walk around naked all the time, but he just never wanted her to go outside or convince my sister or I to start walking around the house in our birthday suits. My mother bypassed both of those though because I'd seen her tanning outside plenty of times and I took my clothes off just as often as she did. I'm surprised my father never caught on to her nude outside because her bum was just as tan as the rest of her.
So we went outside and watered the plants and just sat out in the sun for a little bit. But soon enough she said we had to go inside or someone might see us. I asked her why that was bad and she said that even though being naked is fun, we're not supposed to let other people see us without clothes unless they are very close friends or family. That was her way of explaining to me how nudity really worked so that I wouldn't just ***** down in the middle of school because I was bored. I asked her if I could be naked whenever I wanted to, like her. She said yes, as long as I was inside the house and no one was visiting.
My mother and I developed a bond because of this, since my sister (3 years older) didn't like being naked. The two of us did many things nude. When we got a pool she taught me how to swim with both of us skinny dipping in it. But eventually my sister and I got older and my dad wanted it to stop. My sister was 15 and I was 12 and he said we were too old for our mother to be running around the house without clothes on. My sister agreed with him because she was getting uncomfortable. She refused at first, but eventually he convinced her and I wasn't allowed to get naked either anymore. I was depressed by this, but okay at the same time because my body was changing and I felt more awkward. Soon enough my mom changed and grew to see his way more. Then she got older and I guess wasn't as proud of her body anymore because she stopped all-together. I obeyed them and stayed dressed until I was about 16. The rebel age haha. At that age I started doing all of the things my mother used to do. Much to my father's disapproval, but he couldn't stop me. My mother would act as if she didn't want me naked around the house, but I know she was smiling whenever she saw me naked because it reminded her of a younger her.
I could name countless other times she was undressed around the house. I remember the three of us (Me, my sister, and her) used to watch a movie together every Friday. Sometimes she's be wearing clothes, and other times she's just sit her bare *** on the couch next to us completely nude. Little stories like that made me grow up in a nude-acceptable environment, which is why I love being naked so much and am sitting here typing this right now without any clothes on. That, and my father holding me back during those rebel years, is what made me the wonderful nude-loving girl I am today. I owe it all to my mother, who walked around naked. I love my naked mom and I hope to one day be a naked mom myself.