Getting Over the Hump
Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2021 4:04 am
Have you ever had a dream where you're nude in public? Maybe you're giving a presentation in class or at work when you realize you're completely naked. It seems to be a common anxiety that only manifests as we reach adolescence.
I grew up in a "naked family". My mom was often naked at home for no particular reason. My grandparents, her parents, openly displayed photos of themselves nude on vacation. Weekends with the family included plenty of swimming, soaking, and sunning nude.
When we were young, my sister and I embraced the family attitude. When we got home from school, our clothes often ended up on the floor with our backpacks and shoes. Breakfasts were enjoyed without clothes and, if we had nowhere else to be, we were nude all day.
Our mom encouraged nudity wherever it was reasonably appropriate. Playing in the sprinklers, relaxing by the lake, and sometimes just hanging out at home with friends was often done in the nude.
At first, our friends didn't think twice about disrobing. The older we got, however, the more hesitant they were to be nude. It didn't deter me or my sister. Sometimes they'd join us, but less often as time passed.
I happened to overhear my mom talking to my friend's mom at a pool party. "Isn't he a little old to be swimming naked?" she asked my mom. Until then, I hadn't considered it. Looking around, I was the only one without a bathing suit.
So began my transition to a more modest lifestyle. At home, our mom still encouraged openness, but it was hard to keep them separate. We started becoming more reserved at home too.
For most, that's where the story ends. Prudishness pervades. By the time I reached puberty, I wore boxers and long swim shorts like my friends. But, thanks to my family, I got over the hump.
They accommodated my sister and my newfound modesty for a few years. My sister started to get over hers first. It happened naturally. Fashion changed, and my mom was happy to buy her the cheeky and thong bikinis that were in style.
That summer, we spent a lot of time with my grandparents. My mom, sister, grandma, and grandpa wore similarly skimpy swimsuits. After a while, my mom and grandma started going topless. My sister joined them. Seeing an opening, my mom went bottomless. It wasn't long before she and my grandparents were nude regularly. One day, my sister decided to lose her bottoms.
I was the only holdout. In spite of the fact that my entire family was naked, keeping my shorts on felt like the "right" thing to do. My mom could see I needed a push. While she was helping me sunscreen my back, she casually asked if she could move my shorts out of the way. I said okay.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, but she slid them to the ground. I felt exposed and embarrassed. Almost immediately, I got an erection. But, no one was there to mock me. They were all just as naked.
As the day went on, the wall came down. My sister and I started going nude more at home. My underwear drawer was filled with bikinis and thongs. I even started to change and enjoy the facilities at the gym while nude.
Had my mom not given me that little push, I'd never have gotten over the hump and found the pleasure of wearing speedos and thongs.
Has anyone in your life helped you get to where you are today?
I grew up in a "naked family". My mom was often naked at home for no particular reason. My grandparents, her parents, openly displayed photos of themselves nude on vacation. Weekends with the family included plenty of swimming, soaking, and sunning nude.
When we were young, my sister and I embraced the family attitude. When we got home from school, our clothes often ended up on the floor with our backpacks and shoes. Breakfasts were enjoyed without clothes and, if we had nowhere else to be, we were nude all day.
Our mom encouraged nudity wherever it was reasonably appropriate. Playing in the sprinklers, relaxing by the lake, and sometimes just hanging out at home with friends was often done in the nude.
At first, our friends didn't think twice about disrobing. The older we got, however, the more hesitant they were to be nude. It didn't deter me or my sister. Sometimes they'd join us, but less often as time passed.
I happened to overhear my mom talking to my friend's mom at a pool party. "Isn't he a little old to be swimming naked?" she asked my mom. Until then, I hadn't considered it. Looking around, I was the only one without a bathing suit.
So began my transition to a more modest lifestyle. At home, our mom still encouraged openness, but it was hard to keep them separate. We started becoming more reserved at home too.
For most, that's where the story ends. Prudishness pervades. By the time I reached puberty, I wore boxers and long swim shorts like my friends. But, thanks to my family, I got over the hump.
They accommodated my sister and my newfound modesty for a few years. My sister started to get over hers first. It happened naturally. Fashion changed, and my mom was happy to buy her the cheeky and thong bikinis that were in style.
That summer, we spent a lot of time with my grandparents. My mom, sister, grandma, and grandpa wore similarly skimpy swimsuits. After a while, my mom and grandma started going topless. My sister joined them. Seeing an opening, my mom went bottomless. It wasn't long before she and my grandparents were nude regularly. One day, my sister decided to lose her bottoms.
I was the only holdout. In spite of the fact that my entire family was naked, keeping my shorts on felt like the "right" thing to do. My mom could see I needed a push. While she was helping me sunscreen my back, she casually asked if she could move my shorts out of the way. I said okay.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, but she slid them to the ground. I felt exposed and embarrassed. Almost immediately, I got an erection. But, no one was there to mock me. They were all just as naked.
As the day went on, the wall came down. My sister and I started going nude more at home. My underwear drawer was filled with bikinis and thongs. I even started to change and enjoy the facilities at the gym while nude.
Had my mom not given me that little push, I'd never have gotten over the hump and found the pleasure of wearing speedos and thongs.
Has anyone in your life helped you get to where you are today?