# 87

When I was 12, I had the house to myself all day while my mom was at work, and I
was out of school for the summer. I slept naked, and getting up in the morning when no
one was home, it just didn't seem necessary to get dressed, so I didn't. I would get
dressed right before my mom would usually get home.

Sometimes though, she got off work early. The first time she caught me, I was sitting
on the sofa, and she just asked how my morning was. I said "fine" and RAN upstairs to
my room and got dressed. I was so embarrassed I didn't want to come out of my room.

The seond time, I was in the kitchen fixing myself lunch and she came home. I wasn't
embarrassed at all that time. She asked how my day was again, and I said "fine." I didn't
run to my room that time. Then she brought it up, by saying, "So every time I come home
early, you're naked. Is this a habit?"

I said, "Yeah, I'm pretty much always naked when you're not here."

Then she said, "Oh, well, I don't care," followed by the obligatory "mom" statement,
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked. I used to change your diapers, you know."

She isn't a nudist herself, but she is pretty liberal, so she was really cool about it.

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