Never Liked Panties

This might be uncomfortable for some. Around the age of nine I discovered how my pussy affected my stepdad. We lived in a one bathroom two room house. It was hot during the summer, the aircon was in the bedrooms but not in the rest of the house. I bathed at night and after bath I had permission for an hour of tv.

I did not put panties on, I wore my nightgown and went to sit on the couch to watch tv. My stepdad had his recliner. I sat Indian style and my nightgown didn't cover me completely. My mom would slap my legs to close them, which lasted about a minute. My stepdad would look at me and shake his head. He would tell my mom I was getting too old for that, to buy me pajama pants, but I liked my nightgown and I didn't like panties.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen I put on height and hips and tits. I walked around naked, nothing on. My stepdad would slap my naked butt and tell me to shape up. I had the habit of sitting naked on the bar stool with my feet pulled up. I don't shave, my stepdad called me Godzilla, my mom defended me telling my stepdad I was getting comfortable with my skin. To piss my stepdad off I opened my legs when he looked over at me. I got the 'look', he told me that was not something he wanted to see.

As an adult, living in my own space I keep the aircon on high, live naked, if some nosy neighbor walks by he or she can look. I don't care, I won't wear panties unless I'm on the rag. If some random man or woman is up for a thrill I will flash my hairy womanhood in their face. Lots of nods, lots of staring. Women are more discreet but they stare just as much. My stepdad still swats my behind, my mom's attitude is let them squirm, my attitude is it gets me wet.