Leading By Example
We had dinner last night with another family that have a son on my older son's swim team. After we ate, the kids went off and did their own thing while we chatted in the kitchen.
We got on the topic of swimming, and my wife asked if their son had had any issues wearing a speedo. They said it hadn't been a problem at all. In fact, he'd been excited to finally get to wear a swim brief. We related our own experience and how the skimpy swimsuit had almost caused our son to quit the team.
"Are you a naked family?" asked the other mother.
"We've always tried to teach the boys not to be ashamed of their bodies," my wife responded.
The other couple went on to explain what they meant by "naked family". Nudity had always been a normal occurrence in their house and continued to be even as their kids (they have a 17 year old daughter as well) got older. For example, this past summer they went on a family camping trip and shared one big tent. Rather than taking turns in the tent to change, they simply undressed in front of each other. They also frequently use their hot tub nude as a family.
The more we talked, the more it became clear that my wife and I have been very modest around our sons. Other than rare exceptions, nudity was something that occurred behind closed doors. They made the obvious connection that our modesty may be why our son was reluctant to wear a speedo.
We told them how we'd used the soaking tub together when we'd been on vacation last month. Everyone agreed that it could be a signal that our sons might be open to a more "naked" lifestyle.
"I'm not sure we can just become nudists at home," joked my wife.
They considered it for a moment. "We could take a dip in the hot tub just to break the ice," suggested the other mother.
We suggested it to the kids, and they were interested. We didn't mention the naked part. While our friends went to their respective bedrooms to change, we took our sons into the living room. We explained that our friends use the hot tub without swimsuits and had invited us to join them.
Our boys exchanged a look of shock. We explained that we'd been talking about it and reminded them how much fun we'd had on vacation. The other mom peeked around the corner. I told her we were going to need a minute. She told us to join them when we were ready.
"I'll do it," our younger son said when she'd left. His older brother nodded, perhaps giving into peer pressure. We undressed awkwardly. When we were all naked we stood there hiding ourselves as best one can when wearing no clothes.
Then our boys started to laugh. We couldn't help but join them. Soon all four of us were cracking up. "This is kind of weird, right?" said my older son.
"A little," my wife agreed. "Shall we join them?" We all nodded. Then we made our way out to the hot tub.
It was awkward at first, but we quickly grew more comfortable. I think it helped that our friends were so used to it.
We were reluctant to leave, but eventually it was getting late. We got out of the hot tub and went back into the house, naked and unashamed. Everyone dried off and got dressed.
On our way home, my wife asked our boys, "How would you feel if we were naked around the house a little more often?"
"That'd be awesome," our younger son said without hesitation.
"That's cool, I guess," our older son said less enthusiastically.
It was late when we got home, so we all got ready for bed. Our younger son came to say goodnight. I was still in the bathroom. My wife was in the bedroom. I heard her giggle and say goodnight. I looked around the corner and saw my naked son. I couldn't help but laugh too as I said goodnight.
This morning our younger son came to breakfast in his birthday suit. We'll see what the future brings. Hopefully we can set a good example for our kids and help them become comfortable with themselves.
This is fantastic!
I started pursuing Nudism a few years ago. It has been an amazing experience. I really like social activities in the nude. I have been to a billiards party, naked lunch, Valentine's party and several nude swims with both all-male and mixed gender groups in my area. And I have been to Black's Beach, once. It was incredible. I love the freedom and the nudist mentality that every body is beautiful -- even my fat one.
There is an amazing thing that happens when you experience nudity regularly. The concept of being nude loses its sexual overtones and it just becomes so natural. Families that have nudism in the home find that their children grow up with a better understanding and appreciation of the human form in all its shapes and sizes, and therefore, have better body acceptance and are less self-conscious about looking the way the media says we should. Plus they have a greater respect for the opposite gender and not sexualizing the nude bodies of them.
So, this is amazing and I can only expect this will be a great experience for the family.
Last edited by Captain.Jammer : 01-19-2018 at 06:50 PM.
Friday night my wife was out with a few of her girlfriends, so the boys and I spent the evening at home. This was the day after my son's swim meet and our conversation in the car. I didn't feel like cooking, so we ordered a pizza.
It had been more than a week since my younger son had joined us nude for breakfast. We hadn't made an effort to keep things going, so it had ended almost as fast as it had started.
As we got plates and napkins, an idea occurred to me. It seemed kind of stupid, but I figured what the hell. "New house rule," I said. "One slice for one article of clothing."
"You serious?" asked my older son.
"It'll be fun," I assured him.
My younger son grabbed three slices and shed his socks and t-shirt on the kitchen floor, then went into the living room.
"Just give it a try," I said to my older son.
"Fine, whatever," he replied. He took of his socks and put two slices on his plate.
I followed my younger son's example, then joined them in the living room. We put on a movie. A short while later, my younger son went back into the kitchen. He returned naked with a couple more slices on his plate and rejoined us on the couch. I did the same a few minutes later.
When my older son went for seconds, he returned wearing his briefs. I didn't want to push him, so I didn't say anything. We finished eating and continued to watch the movie. About half way through the movie, my older son slipped off his briefs and let them fall to the floor.
The movie ended. I picked up the remote and stopped the credits. I looked over at my sons. They were both erect and looked a little nervous. "Guess you guys really liked that movie," I joked. They both laughed.
We cleaned up the plates. I looked down at the pile of clothes on the floor. "What do you think? Should we get dressed or surprise you mom when she gets home?"
"Let's wait for mom," my older son said almost immediately. I was glad to see he was getting more comfortable. We went back to the living room and picked something else to watch.
I heard my wife's car pull into the garage about a half hour later. She called out hello from the kitchen and we yelled back. Then she came into the living room where we were sitting on the couch. She started laughing. "I was wondering why there were clothes all over the kitchen floor."
"The boys and I thought we'd have a naked family night," I said.
"Mind if I join or is it boys only?" she asked grinning.
Both boys encouraged her to join us. She squeezed in on the couch between me and our older son. The night continued relatively normally aside from the fact that we were all nude.
When it was time for bed, the boys went upstairs. "So what inspired this cheeky venture?" asked my wife. I told her I'd been thinking about it since last week and wanted to help our sons get more comfortable with themselves. We both agreed that we should try to make naked family time a more regular occurrence.
Since we were already naked, one thing led to another and we ended up having amazing sex on the couch. We've always been an in the bedroom with the door firmly closed kind of couple, so it was very exciting. When we'd finished, we collapsed in each other's arms. My wife looked over and saw our sons at the base of the stairs.
When they met her gaze, my older son stammered, "We just came to say goodnight."
"It's okay. You can come in," their mom said. They came over and hugged us goodnight, then went back upstairs.
"How much do you think they saw?" I asked her when they'd left.
"No way to say, but there's no going back now," she said.
We went upstairs and got ourselves ready for bed.
This morning, no one bothered getting dressed for breakfast.
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