A mother’s touch

In eastern Washington the summers are hot, winters cold. I slept naked year round, under a blanket and quilt in the winter and under just a sheet in summer, though frequently I awoke in our un-airconditioned house to find that I had kicked the sheet off altogether, too.

One evening when I was 17 I felt more than a little punky when I got home from work. It had been a particularly hot day and I think I’d gotten a little dehydrated. I stripped off my dusty clothes in the mud room as I always did and left them by the washing machine. In my underwear, I told my mother that I felt lousy, didn’t want any dinner, and was going to just take a shower and go to bed. She told me she was about to start a load of whites and to please leave my underwear by the washer. So I just turned back to the mud room, peeled off my underpants and undershirt to drop them by the washer. Naked now, I walked back in the kitchen past my mother standing at the sink and my sister sitting at the table and said I was going to take a shower. My mother gave me a motherly pat on the butt as I walked by and said she hoped I felt better in the morning. We were very casual about nudity in our family and as I matured, I had come to enjoy being naked in front of my mother and sisters. I even came home from being out sometimes in very hot weather to stumble on my mother either naked or in just her underpants doing housework, her large breasts swaying to and fro as she vacuumed or did other chores. The first time I did, it startled but didn’t bother her. I got used to it occurring. So walking through the kitchen naked in front of mom and Nancy was nice even if I did feel lousy.

I headed downstairs to my room, went straight into the bathroom, and took a very nice cool shower. Drying off afterwards, I felt a little better but still wanted to go to bed. As I was standing naked at the sink, brushing my teeth, there was a light knock at the door and I said to come on in. Nancy walked in with a glass of ice water in her hand. She told me mom thought that maybe I was dehydrated and needed it. She walked behind me to the toilet, sat down on the closed lid, and put the glass next to the sink on the counter. As I stood there naked finishing up brushing my teeth, Nancy was chattering away about something she and mom had done that day. I decided to go ahead and floss my teeth since she was sitting there and I enjoyed standing in front of her like that. So as she continued to chatter, I flossed my teeth, interjecting a mumbling response where required. As I enjoyed the situation my penis began to engorge slightly, just enough to hang rather nicely.