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My Family
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Straight Male / 31
Being Yourself
I became a nudist primarily because of my mom. I had never really thought a lot about it.
But my mom was divorced and she had moved out to a nice house that was on the edge of the country.
One morning I drove out to see her. I rang the bell and there was no answer. It was a nice summer day so I thought she might be outside around back, so I went to see.
My mom was around back and she was sitting out on the low deck outside the sliding glass door, reading a book. And she was sitting there with nothing on.
I saw her and she saw me, and it was too late for me to try and discreetly slip away.
She just said hi brightly and I said hi. She smiled in an mused fashion and said how she was just sitting out – which I could see, and hadn’t been expecting me, which I could also see. She asked if I wanted some coffee and she got up and walked into the house and I followed her. She just acted perfectly normal and quite nonchalant about her bare state and inside she didn’t rush to put anything on, but just remained nude as she fixed the coffee.
Well, after getting past my initial surprise, and because of the way that my mom acted, it just sort of seemed normal to see her without clothes, even though up till then I never had. It was just my mom without clothes. So as we stood there in the kitchen I looked at her and said how I never knew that she liked to go barefoot. She laughed, and said, yes, she did.
Having learned that my mom was this at-home-nudist was definitely not something I had been expecting, but her house and yard was very private, so I thought why not?
The next time that I went over I was more prepared, so when she asked if I wanted to join her in being clothes free, I said, sure. I summon my courage and joined her. I was modest and it was awkward for a moment, but then to tell the truth I just didn’t think any more about it anymore, other than it was so comfortable and felt so good just being myself. So It’s been that way ever since, except that now I’m nude a whole lot more at home and thoroughly enjoying it.
But my mom was divorced and she had moved out to a nice house that was on the edge of the country.
One morning I drove out to see her. I rang the bell and there was no answer. It was a nice summer day so I thought she might be outside around back, so I went to see.
My mom was around back and she was sitting out on the low deck outside the sliding glass door, reading a book. And she was sitting there with nothing on.
I saw her and she saw me, and it was too late for me to try and discreetly slip away.
She just said hi brightly and I said hi. She smiled in an mused fashion and said how she was just sitting out – which I could see, and hadn’t been expecting me, which I could also see. She asked if I wanted some coffee and she got up and walked into the house and I followed her. She just acted perfectly normal and quite nonchalant about her bare state and inside she didn’t rush to put anything on, but just remained nude as she fixed the coffee.
Well, after getting past my initial surprise, and because of the way that my mom acted, it just sort of seemed normal to see her without clothes, even though up till then I never had. It was just my mom without clothes. So as we stood there in the kitchen I looked at her and said how I never knew that she liked to go barefoot. She laughed, and said, yes, she did.
Having learned that my mom was this at-home-nudist was definitely not something I had been expecting, but her house and yard was very private, so I thought why not?
The next time that I went over I was more prepared, so when she asked if I wanted to join her in being clothes free, I said, sure. I summon my courage and joined her. I was modest and it was awkward for a moment, but then to tell the truth I just didn’t think any more about it anymore, other than it was so comfortable and felt so good just being myself. So It’s been that way ever since, except that now I’m nude a whole lot more at home and thoroughly enjoying it.
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