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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Male / 44
Getting Caught Naked
When I was a kid I was fascinated about nudity. Not exactly the sexuality of it, but just the act of being naked. I would imagine scenarios were people would lose their clothes accidentally or being stripped - those were my earliest fantasies. Around the age of ten, I began to act out some of those fantasies - whenever I was left alone at home I would undress, first down to just my white undies, and then to being completely naked.
I remember being in my basement - it was quite big, with a laundry room, a couple of storage room and a basement rec-room where the TV was. I was left alone down there a lot - kids just watch tv - and I would take advantage of it at times to strip down. Even if my parents were home (and sometimes when they had guests), I would take off my shirt, pants, socks, and finally my underwear.
I eventually even got more daring as time went on - I'd undress in one part of the basement, leave my clothes there and go to the opposite corner. It was exhilarating to think that I risked getting caught, and I was impressed with myself for fooling my parents. Even as a ten-year old it made me feel like I was a grown-up, or at least a teenager.
Then just after school ended and summer break began, I found myself at home with just my mom while my father worked long shifts at a factory. I thought it would be even easier for me to get away with this, as usually I could hear her working in the kitchen or walking around upstairs.
Around lunchtime I could hear her on the phone, so I went to go watch TV, but really to undress. I was wearing a white collar t-shirt, blue jeans, socks and underwear (again both white). I went to the farthest corner of the rec-room area, took everything off, and placed them into the corner. Then, after checking to see if my mom was still on the phone, I went into the storage rooms. I was pleased with myself, walking around naked. My mom had a pile of old fashion magazines down there, which I would look at (fashion models can be pretty sexy).
I must have been caught up in flipping through the magazines, because I got startled to hear my mom calling from the top of the basement stairs for lunch. I think I panicked, as I started to run back to where I kept my clothes, which was 5-10 seconds away. This just caused more noise and alerted my mom enough that she started coming down the stairs.
It was one of the most scariest things in my life for me to hear the sound of those footsteps when I was naked. I got to my clothes' pile and was able to get my shirt back on before mom reached me. I guess it must have been a big surprise for her to see me wearing nothing from the waist down. She right away asked, and I came up with the only lie I could think of - that I took off my pants because I felt a sewing needle in it (my mom sews).
My lie quickly fell apart, because why were my underwear and socks off too? Instead of trying to come up with an even more far-fetched excuse, I immediately started to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I yelled out. My mother just pulled my towards her and we both sat on a couch. I think I was really scared that I was going to be spanked, but this did not happen. I just fell apart into a blubbering mess - so much for acting like a big kid.
I was crying so hard that no way I could explain what I was doing. At this point, my mom had once again become my mommy as I buried my head into her body and begged for her forgiveness. I hadn't even called her like that in years. For her part, mommy was comforting, saying that boys my age thought did these things and that it was ok. I guess she knew exactly what I was doing. I even asked mommy not to tell daddy, and she told me it would be our little secret.
I eventually calmed down, but was feeling very embarrassed. I tried to repeat that there really was a sewing pin some in my clothes, and mommy said she would check. This actually meant that she grabbed those pants and other clothes and put them into the basket in the laundry room. She even got me to my feet, lifted my arms and pulled my shirt off, placing it by the washer and dryer. I once again was completely naked, but instead of feeling daring I was blushing really hard.
I was ushered back upstairs into my room, and here mommy went into my dresser to get me new clothes. But instead of a new pair of jeans and shirt, she brought out a pair of pyjamas - long sleeve top and pants, all of it with blue and white stripes. I wasn't give a choice on whether to wear them or not - mommy simply put them on me. I was then put into bed, and after she got a tissue to dry my eyes and blow my nose, mommy tucked me into bed - even though it was still the middle of the afternoon.
That day I was given a nap, something that would get repeated for most days the rest of that summer. I remember that I not only embarrassed myself completely, but I felt I lost my status as a pre-teen. I was once again a little boy, and a naughty one at that.
I remember being in my basement - it was quite big, with a laundry room, a couple of storage room and a basement rec-room where the TV was. I was left alone down there a lot - kids just watch tv - and I would take advantage of it at times to strip down. Even if my parents were home (and sometimes when they had guests), I would take off my shirt, pants, socks, and finally my underwear.
I eventually even got more daring as time went on - I'd undress in one part of the basement, leave my clothes there and go to the opposite corner. It was exhilarating to think that I risked getting caught, and I was impressed with myself for fooling my parents. Even as a ten-year old it made me feel like I was a grown-up, or at least a teenager.
Then just after school ended and summer break began, I found myself at home with just my mom while my father worked long shifts at a factory. I thought it would be even easier for me to get away with this, as usually I could hear her working in the kitchen or walking around upstairs.
Around lunchtime I could hear her on the phone, so I went to go watch TV, but really to undress. I was wearing a white collar t-shirt, blue jeans, socks and underwear (again both white). I went to the farthest corner of the rec-room area, took everything off, and placed them into the corner. Then, after checking to see if my mom was still on the phone, I went into the storage rooms. I was pleased with myself, walking around naked. My mom had a pile of old fashion magazines down there, which I would look at (fashion models can be pretty sexy).
I must have been caught up in flipping through the magazines, because I got startled to hear my mom calling from the top of the basement stairs for lunch. I think I panicked, as I started to run back to where I kept my clothes, which was 5-10 seconds away. This just caused more noise and alerted my mom enough that she started coming down the stairs.
It was one of the most scariest things in my life for me to hear the sound of those footsteps when I was naked. I got to my clothes' pile and was able to get my shirt back on before mom reached me. I guess it must have been a big surprise for her to see me wearing nothing from the waist down. She right away asked, and I came up with the only lie I could think of - that I took off my pants because I felt a sewing needle in it (my mom sews).
My lie quickly fell apart, because why were my underwear and socks off too? Instead of trying to come up with an even more far-fetched excuse, I immediately started to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I yelled out. My mother just pulled my towards her and we both sat on a couch. I think I was really scared that I was going to be spanked, but this did not happen. I just fell apart into a blubbering mess - so much for acting like a big kid.
I was crying so hard that no way I could explain what I was doing. At this point, my mom had once again become my mommy as I buried my head into her body and begged for her forgiveness. I hadn't even called her like that in years. For her part, mommy was comforting, saying that boys my age thought did these things and that it was ok. I guess she knew exactly what I was doing. I even asked mommy not to tell daddy, and she told me it would be our little secret.
I eventually calmed down, but was feeling very embarrassed. I tried to repeat that there really was a sewing pin some in my clothes, and mommy said she would check. This actually meant that she grabbed those pants and other clothes and put them into the basket in the laundry room. She even got me to my feet, lifted my arms and pulled my shirt off, placing it by the washer and dryer. I once again was completely naked, but instead of feeling daring I was blushing really hard.
I was ushered back upstairs into my room, and here mommy went into my dresser to get me new clothes. But instead of a new pair of jeans and shirt, she brought out a pair of pyjamas - long sleeve top and pants, all of it with blue and white stripes. I wasn't give a choice on whether to wear them or not - mommy simply put them on me. I was then put into bed, and after she got a tissue to dry my eyes and blow my nose, mommy tucked me into bed - even though it was still the middle of the afternoon.
That day I was given a nap, something that would get repeated for most days the rest of that summer. I remember that I not only embarrassed myself completely, but I felt I lost my status as a pre-teen. I was once again a little boy, and a naughty one at that.
