Nudity at home growing up

I grew up with a single parent mostly, just my mom & and without brothers. During my childhood Id spend my life mostly between two homes - our apartment, with my mom, inside the city and on my grandparents home, in the countryside, in a small village not too far from our city.

My mom wasn't really in to nudism but she never hid from my eyes when we shared our single bathroom or things like this.

Because we were far to be a rich family, my mom used to do a lot of things for savings. We were not a poor family and she was not skimpy at all. Just some limited spendings to have enough resources for a normal life style.

Back to our theme, I must to say that during my childhood I never had to much clothes in my wardrobe. I always had two complete school uniforms (the communist pioneer style, with a red tie). One sunday costume for going to church and/or other special occasions and just a few other various clothes for the daily routine, for that I was instructed to keep them clean once while I was outside and to protect them for unnecessary wear when I was inside the house.

Socks and underpants, no more than three pairs, white ones - was just for going outside. Inside the house I was always barefoot at least during the summer, also shirtless, usually just in short pants - commando style - but also JUST in a T-shirt. Even now I remember very well that being back from school, even being home alone during the day because my mother was at her job. Once while I was inside the house, first, I always undressed all my clothes and then putting them on the hanger and just after doing that going to the bathroom to wash my hands or things like this / other things.

I never considered myself abused in anyway. Things like this were also common in other mid-class families from our community.

Of course that if we had guests for example, we always were decently clothed, but at least up to 12 years old or so. If our guests was just relatives, family's friends or our regular playmates we almost never really worried about anything...

I was nude in our home while I was growing up. My parents were nude, we had a shower in the basement and all of us showered together until I graduated from high school. My parents never said anything and being nude was a way of life in out house.

My dad would sit around in his underwear and my mother would wear a bra and panties. In the summer when it was hot, that was the uniform of the day. When we went outside, we put clothes on.

Mother would walk around nude all the time in the house.

As I posted earlier, we were nude a lot of the time in the house. My parents and I took showers together so we saw everything. We never did anything sexual in the shower and I am sure that my dad had some kind of code that he wanted to screw my mom. I never saw it or caught on to it.

All of us showered together lots of times. When I needed a shower I took my clothes off and went downstairs and got a shower. I really never thought much about being nude. Even today I enjoy being nude. Since I have had some skin cancer, I can no longer run around outside nude.

At some point in my life, my mother decided that I needed to learn about the "birds and the bees". She decided to teach me what to do. I don't remember what age I was, but one day I was changing clothes or getting clothes out of my dresser to change into and she was in their bedroom. I was naked and she came into my room and took her clothes off and said that she was going to teach me about sex.

So the next thing I know, she is playing with my penis and it got large and she laid down on the bed, spread her legs and told me to get between her legs and she inserted my penis in her vagina. I don't know what she used for lubrication, but she moved her hips and then got me to move back and forth. I think she was playing with herself because she said she was going to cum. I kept moving. I don't remember cumming, but that was my introduction to sex and what to do.

Now this went on for years, every once in a while I would get a chance to screw her and I did it without any problem. She never masturbated me, I don't remember Cumming or anything like that. I don't know why she kept up these events other than she got some satisfaction out of them also. Maybe dad wasn't screwing her enough.

I will say the first time we screwed I was scared, after that, I enjoyed it a lot. This went on until I went to college.

@Czorro said

As I posted earlier, we were nude a lot of the time in the house. My parents and I took showers together, so we saw everything. We never did anything sexual in the shower and I am sure that my dad had some kind of code that he wanted to screw my mom. I never saw it or caught on to it.

All of us showered together lots of times. When I needed a shower I took my clothes off and went downstairs and got a shower. I really never thought much about being nude. Even today I enjoy being nude. Since I have had some skin cancer, I can no longer run around outside nude.

At some point in my life, my mother decided that I needed to learn about the "birds and the bees". She decided to teach me what to do. I don't remember what age I was, but one day I was changing clothes or getting clothes out of my dresser to change into and she was in their bedroom. I was naked and she came into my room and took her clothes off and said that she was going to teach me about sex.

So the next thing I know, she is playing with my penis and it got large and she laid down on the bed, spread her legs and told me to get between her legs and she inserted my penis in her vagina. I don't know what she used for lubrication, but she moved her hips and then got me to move back and forth. I think she was playing with herself because she said she was going to cum. I kept moving. I don't remember cumming, but that was my introduction to sex and what to do.

Now this went on for years, Every once in a while I would get a chance to screw her and I did it without any problem. She never masturbated me, I don't remember Cumming or anything like that. I don't know why she kept up these events other than she got some satisfaction out of them also. Maybe dad wasn't screwing her enough.

I will say the first time we screwed I was scared, after that, I enjoyed it a lot. This went on until I went to college.

Did your father know about this?

What did he think about it?

I have no idea what my father knew about this or what he was thinking.

I can't offer much regarding the practice of nudity at home -- my family were "straight arrows" who regarded full clothing as the rule outside regular sleeping hours -- and we never owned a swimming pool.

But when I started college and began living in a dormitory, I soon learned that this wasn't the practice for all of us -- this was during the years 1967-70, when campuses were over-crowded due to the pressures of the war in Vietnam and the draft, and it wasn't uncommon for study lounges and the like to be converted for sleeping quarters at peak-use periods

Jockey shorts, rather than boxers, were just about universal back then, and pajamas often viewed as effeminate, or just unnecessary, so a lot of us -- probably the majority -- slept in very little else (but we didn't take the last step -- that might have sent the wrong message). But there always seemed to be one or two guys on every floor who would dress down to "night gear" not long after the evening meal, And with such close quarters -- walking to and from the "head" in just a pair of jockeys didn't raise an eyebrow.

My education was interrupted, and it wasn't until the spring of 1975 that I returned to campus to finish up --part of that in a fraternity I eventually joined. By that time, looser-fitting gym shorts had replaced the more-confining jockeys, but most of us still preferred to sleep "topless". And I'd discovered that .most Greek houses preferred "gang", or open, rather than individual stall showers. These were, after all, your brothers, and fraternalism is all about the boundaries between when to share secrets -- and when to keep them.

Jockey shorts, rather than boxers, were just about universal back then, and pajamas often viewed as effeminate, or just unnecessary, so a lot of us -- probably the majority -- slept in very little else (but we didn't take the last step -- that might have sent the wrong message). But there always seemed to be one or two guys on every floor who would dress down to "night gear" not long after the evening meal, And with such close quarters -- walking to and from the "head" in just a pair of jockeys didn't raise an eyebrow

This reminds me of my time in the US Army from '58 to '62. I was an instructor at the signal school and we lived in Instructor Companies. When they brought in foreign students they billeted them with us. I guess living in a student company would have been too demeaning. We had several Vietnamese soldiers living with us one time who had been given pajamas by their army in the belief that we wore pajamas. They were quite surprised when they arrived here to find that was not the case and it was the source of much joking around.

We were in Georgia with the standard Army AC consisting of a large fan in the attic above the second floor. After chow at night most of us sat around on our foot lockers in our jockeys spinning tales and telling lies about our civilian lives. The latrine was on the first floor and we mostly walked naked to the showers from the second floor to get there. You had to lock up all your belongings when you went there or at least whatever you wanted to still have when you returned. Walking around the barracks naked was just a way of life. Something my girlfriend who lived on post thoroughly enjoyed as there were no window coverings. We didn't have curtains 😎 .

My sister and I would come home and change into shorts or old clothes. When I say shorts I am talking like gym shorts not short/shorts. Nudity at our house never happened. We had to beg to even wear a bikini. First, my sister had to beg to wear one because she is two years older than me and then I had to beg to wear one. I think mom and dad associated a bikini as walking around with just a bra and panties which is pretty much true. I remember if we or one of us were taking a bath and forgot something to put on we had to run across the hall into our room before mom or dad saw us, even with a towel on.

@ Czorro

Erm that is not nudism that is incest

Our house growing up was pretty relaxed about nudity. We had a big backyard and the kids often swam and played without anything on. My Mom said whenever she put a swimsuit on me, I took it off as soon as it got wet. Eventually she said she gave up. I guess I was a natural nudist. We also went on family vacations to clothing optional places which always seemed normal. We didn't spend much time indoors at home naked but seeing my parents or siblings naked wasn't ever a big deal.

Our house in Los Angeles during warm months was relaxed about nudity. Family members, relatives, and friends of the family who practiced nudity would wear minimal clothing or walk around nude. Minimal clothing for males was jockey shorts, and minimal clothing for females was a bra and panties or just panties. You always sat on a towel on a chair or sofa when you were nude. We had a backyard with a high wall for privacy, and I have fond memories of playing outside with others in the nude from early childhood and onward through my teen years. The biggest concern was getting a sunburn from being outside in the nude for too long a time. I am a home nudist and participate in a male nudist social group. Feel free to message me to discuss experiences.

When we were small we’d run round in the garden naked once the sprinkler was on, but mum was basically never naked. Dad would pop naked from bathroom to the spare room where his clothes were kept but would otherwise have swimmies on in the garden etc if it was hot.

My ex wife and I also never covered up out of shame in front of our kids, say at bed or bath time, but would wrap up to stay cosy etc. I suppose you could say we weren’t in a rush to get dressed. Living in a small town, the kids could rush round the hedged garden naked when they were small, but soon preferred a bikini. We adults were clothed, though there’s a naturist area at most of the local lakes.

In my new relationship, my girlfriend and I are naked a lot more as we both enjoy it. Partially it’s a sensual thing with one another, partly it’s just nice to be naked. We live in a third floor apartment with no neighbours who can see-in so we’re naked according to the season basically.

My parents were never naked. But nudity was common in my case as child and teen. I spent days without clothes at home in the summer. I liked it.

Growing up my family were not nudist but we all did go around the house in various states of undress. I grew up with one sister and one brother. We all just sort of went around however. 5 people shared 2 bathrooms so it was not uncommon for someone to pop in and out while one of us was in the shower etc. it all seemed pretty natural to us.

When we were young my mom would often bath two of us together or we might shower with one of our parents. I think we were all just used to seeing each other naked or in our underwear, so nobody ever thought about it.

I grew up in a sexually open household where our family was almost always nude. It was never forced on us but was considered the norm.

We had a very open household and with six older sisters, there was always someone naked.

I grew up an only child, in a single parent (mother) household where nudity wasn't overly common, but became moreso as I aged. I remember my early teens, having my mother in doctor's exams caused me to get over the embarrassment. I began to not bother and cover up (I grew to like the exposure) and occasionally stop to talk to her in passing if I was nude.

She saw my small penis often and occasionally would make remarks, such as if I clearly was partly erect. After I accompanied her to a doctor appointment as well and got a quick peek, I think she loosened up as well too. She didn't flaunt it, but I remember seeing her nude sometimes. Maybe she felt it was fair, or that her teen son shouldn't be clueless about female anatomy.

There was a time I walked in on her nude and commented on the fact that her vagina was trimmed, but you could still see some labia showing. She sat on her bed and leaned back, giving me a better view and an education on how all women are different. I think she secretly enjoyed being on display, and pointed out that my pants clearly said I liked what I saw. Things remained that relaxed and casual with comments until I eventually moved out. Though I still enjoy being on display nude, I just have to take it to the gym now.

The only nudity allowed at home was skinny dipping. We had an above ground and a private back yard invited kids had the option of skinny dipping. Handy I'd the didn't bring a swimsuit. Our group of kids often went skinny dipping on camping trips, picnics if the area was private.

I like nudity and am often that way if the kids aren't around. When I was single and living in So CA, nude beaches were the norm.

Until I was five my father rented a camp for 2 weeks vacation. It was on a mile long driveway in the woods in Maine built where a farm house had burned down. The well which also served as our refrigerator was about 50 yards from the camp.

My mother used to lay out beside the path on a lawn chair recliner on sunny days naked and my father was usually naked when he went to the well. I guess I must have hung around naked too, never thought about it. My father had a movie camera so there were films of my mother in various positions on that bed like lawn chair and she took movies of him coming back from the well.

When we looked at those films at home they never made me leave the room except when he was showing them to relatives or friends then they made me leave the room. His sister had 13 kids and when they came to see the baby (me) my mother delighted in giving the baby a bath in a tub on the kitchen table while he filmed that. The boys always disappeared but she always had the girls helping while she showed them how to retract my foreskin and wash under there and had them all take turns doing that. I must have had the cleanest penis possible as a baby. Strange how that didn't become a shared exercise when I got older. I was never allowed to bathe girl babies.

I have his films now but they destroyed the ones with any nakedness when they sold the house and moved to Florida. What a shame!!!

I can just barely remember those days at the camp when seeing my mother naked was normal. I don't know how those 8mm movies would look in today's world of hi def video, probably quite disappointing. I do remember seeing her black triangle of fur however and her breasts hanging off to both sides when lying on her back.

There was no nudity in our household.

It must be easy when everyone in the house is naked. I had another case. Family, mother, stepfather, two stepsisters are 5 and 8 years older than me. So, the nudity was only for me, and not at all voluntary. I was not allowed to lock myself in the toilet because the sisters might need a mirror. It happened that my sisters or my mother could come in and take my dirty clothes to the wash while I was taking a bath, and I had to walk the whole apartment without clothes or covering myself with a towel, at best. The worst thing was when I needed treatment at the age of 10.

The visiting nurses gave me enemas. But it was not a procedure closed from prying eyes. The older sister helped, and the other could easily do homework in the same room.

The older sister was instructed to take me to the doctors, even where the exposure took place and she did not even consider it necessary to turn away. At the beach, the sisters made sure that I changed into wet swimming trunks. They often covered me with a towel, from prying eyes, but at the same time they looked at me absolutely calmly. This went on for 13 or 14 years. I don't know if anyone else had this, but I felt a lot of shame and embarrassment.

NEVER.

Rarely in my household. Occasionally saw my father or mother changing after a shower, but only a glimpse.

One time we were at a hotel and all changed into swim suits, I must have been 10 or 11. That’s the last time I remember seeing my mother naked. I remember her telling me to face away, but i could see clearly in the mirror. I do remember seeing her hanging breasts and thick bush, and being very intrigued.

I’m envious of some of the users here, growing up in nude-adverse culture has absolutely negatively impacted my self image. I’m working to be more comfortable with my own nudity, but it would have been nice to have a head start!

While growing up, I would not describe my family as having lived a "nudist" lifestyle (nudist beaches, nudist resorts, nudist cruises, etc), but nuclear family members seeing each other nude was commonplace, and there were a few family activities that seem to suggest a borderline propensity towards what I will call "family nudism".

It seems to me that being a "nudist" suggests something more than parents and their children sometimes seeing each other naked around the house, or when together in other private locations (hotel rooms, vacation rentals, private campsites, etc). Even around the house, we didn't go out of our way to be nude. But, we also certainly would not go out of our way to cover up for fear of other nuclear family members seeing us naked (that would have seemed very silly, indeed).

There were occasions when being naked together as a family was actually intentional. Each year (spring/summer/autumn), we spent many weekends at a private family cottage on a small private lake. Swimming, canoeing, sunbathing, picnicing, and other lakefront activities were usually enjoyed in-the-nude. But again, this was generally for nuclear family members ONLY, and although there was something fun/exciting about the freedom of being naked outdoors, this was NOT an overtly sexual excitement. Although, as teenagers, my sisters did have beautiful female bodies, I certainly never experienced sexual arousal/attraction because of seeing them naked.

I said "generally" above, because my sisters and I were occasionally allowed to invite cousins and/or friends to the cottage. Depending on the nature of the specific relationships and other specific circumstances, various degrees of nudity were either allowed or NOT allowed. I remember when my younger sister invited a friend (Rachel), to whom I was secretly very attracted (I was 14.y.o., and she was 12.y.o. with the body of a 15.y.o.)... I was thrilled when I found out that her parents had agreed that she could skinny dip with my sisters! I snuck down to the waterfront to get a peek, but Dad caught me. Later that evening, Dad made me admit to Rachel that I had peeked, and he had me strip naked in front of her and my sisters (my erect penis on full display) for my punishment... (a severe thrashing with a hickory switch, that I had to cut from a tree in my birthday suit -- 30 stripes -- then, cornertime with my striped/welted ass on display for 30 minutes).

I also remember one time, when my older sister and I (she was 18.y.o. and I was 16.y.o.) arrived home earlier than expected, that we found my parents nude in the family room (their clothes on the floor) watching a movie. Not just nude, but in in the process of passionate lovemaking. And, not just making love, but Dad was taking Mom in the vagina from behind (doggie-style), and clearly enjoying his moment of climax, with moans and groans. My sister gasped, "Oh my God!" (which were also the exact words that Mom was gasping repeatedly, between her own moans and groans). Dad looked up and saw us. He just smiled while finishing his business with several final aggressive thrusts!

There is NO WAY that my parents would have planned to have us see them f--king, but they had taught us about "the birds and the bees", and they didn't react like this was the most embarrassing thing in the world. My sister said, "We're so sorry!", and we turned to leave. But, Dad said, "Don't leave. We're done now. Don't feel embarrassed. You and your brother wouldn't be alive if your mother and I didn't enjoy this recreational activity!... So, you're home early? Sit down and enjoy this movie with us." By the time we were teenagers, Mom and Dad had done a great job of teaching us to be modest, but not to be prudish about nudity and sexuality within our nuclear family, so we stayed. As our parents moved from the floor to one of the family room couches, we watched Mom use Dad's underpants to wipe between her legs, and then hand them to Dad to wipe off his still-erect penis. They sat together on the couch (naked, but covered up with a blanket), and we sat together on the other family room couch. And, as I recall, it was a very good movie.