Unlike a lot of the stories I have read about sexual abuse, I was never actually abused but was subjected to nudity on a regular basis. I was seven when my mother remarried and we moved from New Jersey to a rural area in Texas, near Waco. I lived there until I was seventeen and moved back to New Jersy with my real father who I did visit twice a year during those years. Even today my dad knows nothing about what went on when I lived there and I am to embarrassed to tell him anything. It wasn't as though my mother and Raymond forced nudity on me, it just came about over a short period of time. I'm sure it was Raymonds doing but my mother willingly went along with it all. Another thing I'm sure of is it had nothing to do with nudism since right from the very start of it I saw Raymond with an erection often. It actually took a couple years before I knew what an erection was. Raymond never touched me sexually the entire time I lived there. However there was no such thing as privacy in the house. The only bathroom was on the second floor and never was there a lock on the door. Both my mother and Raymond would enter as I showered and even walked in many times as I used the toilet. As rediculous as this was, by the time I was eleven or twelve being naked was no big deal and seeing my mother and Raymond naked wasn't a big deal either. If we had company we were all dressed but otherwise clothes were optional. Many times I saw my mother and Raymond having sex and also witnessed them giving oral sex to each other. When my mothers shift at work changed I would also see Raymond masturbating, this never happened when she was home. I think I began masturbating when I was around twelve. My mother caught me a few times but never said anything about it. Raymond also saw me masturbating many times and although he did stand there watching me never made any comments to me and never tried to have any sexual contact with me. I think I was so used to him seeing me naked and watching him have sex with my mother that I had no shame of him seeing me pleasure myself. When I think about it now its humiliating to me but at the time it wasn't. They both smoked weed daily but never allowed me to do it. They also drank occassionally but never used any other type of drugs. My mother was a completely different person with Raymond and nothing like she was with my dad that I remember. I went to college in New Jersey and although I was supposed to move back to Texas, never did. I met my husband when I was nineteen and married him three years later. I have two children now and when I think back to those years can't explain how niave I was about my nudity especially around Raymond. I never even told my husband about it mainly because I don't know how to explain my lack of modesty during that time. I see my dad often and at least twice a year see my mother and Raymond, always dressed of course. Its like that nude period of years never happened. I do assume Raymond was aroused by my nudity and remember well how he would look at my body and openly have me see him get an erection. I guess in a way I was very fortunate because in all those years Raymond never touched me or tried to have any sexual contact with me. As many times as I was alone with him it just never happened.