Chapter 1

I'm sitting at the keyboard and the white screen disappears and I'm looking back a good twelve years, to the time when I still lived at home while making my way through college. I'm an educator now, but at the time, I used to work late nights at a convenience store.

My story is based on actual events, so there is no explosive sex to be found here. On the other hand, I think that those of you who are turned on by the sensuous nature of nudity and nudism will find this story stimulating. The same goes for readers who love the thrill of exhibitionism, especially those who relish the thrill of complete nudity, especially when the showoff is the only person nude in front of others. Finally, voyeurs are also sure to be stimulated by the events in the story, thanks to my mother's increasing desire to see me nude and be in my presence while I lounged around in the buff. In the end, I believe my erotic life during this period of time was borne out of a healthy and honest enjoyment of nudism, and then slid slowly into exhibitionist territory. Finally, did my behavior increasingly push the taboo envelope? Did the evolving relationship with my mother flirt with incest without crossing the ultimate line? I would say so.

Now, read on and decide for yourself.

I've always enjoyed being nude and while nudism wasn't practiced openly in my house, I was always given a fair amount of privacy. My room, I was told, was my own, and nobody would bother me there without a knock on my door. I've always believed this to be extremely fair behavior on the part of my mom and dad. Judging from my friends' stories about their lack of space and privacy, I now see how rare a situation my home life was, for a number of reasons. For one thing, I was able to enjoy being completely nude in my bedroom, in a non-nudist home. For another, I had a parent who eventually came to accept my nudity and actually enjoy it.

I usually spent a great deal of time in my bedroom. Sure, I was out and playing with the neighborhood kids some of the time, but I also loved to read and I would often come in from outside playing at a friend's, strip off and spend the rest of the evening naked and lounging in my bedroom. I loved to read. TV has also been a lifetime love, so I asked for a small set one Christmas. It was perfect for my bedroom.

Of course, when I was left alone in the house my nudity extended beyond the bedroom. It was during these excursions, casually walking around the living room, kitchen and other rooms while totally nude, that I got my first taste of eroticism being linked to nudity. My nudity in the bedroom wasn't something that I found to be overtly erotic. But taking nudity outside of the bedroom and into the rest of the house, well, that seemed to be daring, thrilling and somehow taboo. Mind you, at the time, these were extremely low-grade confusing feelings and thoughts. However, as the years passed, this "nudity equals eroticism" equation grew significantly.

In time, I grew almost resentful of having to keep clothes on while in my own home. I remember making mad dashes to the kitchen in the wee hours. Sometimes I'd rush to the living room and hallway table to retrieve a book or homework notes. No big deal.

Somehow or another I managed to avoid being caught by the rest of the family (father, mother and younger sister) until my late teens. Then one summer morning when I thought I had the house to myself, I sauntered into the kitchen in the nude, only to find mom coming into the kitchen from the adjacent laundry room. We both froze and then I said, "Sorry!" and was about to turn tail (literally!) and run, when she stopped me and told me it was okay. She asked what I was up to. I told her I was just grabbing toast and juice for breakfast and she said, "Fine, go ahead."