Getting Mom’s permission

Chris sent in this great story of learning through the power of skinny dipping…and the lesson was all Chris’s:

It had been a couple weeks since I had been caught skinny dipping in the pool. I didn’t think it was a big deal but I don’t think Mom was cool with the idea of me running around naked in the backyard. I had wanted to do it again but felt like I should probably get some sort of permission. I asked her if I could go swimming and she said of course. I quickly added the naked part and she gave a look. She said fine.

As I began to head out the back door she said she would have to be there since it was unsafe to swim alone. I froze. I was okay alone but really didn’t want anyone around. Mom always had trouble telling me no but was great at getting me to do what she wanted.

I took a chance and told her okay. Once outside I could tell she really wasn’t liking the idea. I was standing by her wearing nothing but a beach towel as she was sitting in a deck chair. “Well there’s the pool,” she said matter of factly. She was hoping I’d chicken out, I’m sure. I turned away from her and built up my courage and dropped the towel. She let out a little sigh as I dashed in the pool. It was amazing. I didn’t feel embarrassed since she only saw my butt and couldn’t see anything from where she was sitting.

Eventually my shyness went away. I stopped wearing the towel and just went from my room to outside nude. Mom told me one day she didn’t have time to play lifeguard so I just stayed nude in the living room. This pushed her to say something. She told me she wasn’t thrilled about my lack of clothes and said I should be more considerate. I argued that it was fine and it wasn’t like I was around strangers. Things got pretty heated and I wound up grounded.

Now a smart kid would do what their mom says but me in my great wisdom decided to fight back. I started getting naked whenever I got home. I would get dressed when she would say something but would do it again later; this got me quickly grounded. Mom was good at discipline but rarely used physical punishment.

About a week passed and I was in my room and mom came in and asked if I wanted to get in the pool. I was a little stunned that I was going to be ungrounded. I of course said yes and tried to play off that I was excited that I had won. She asked if I was going to wear a suit and I told her “of course not!” Once at the pool I sat on the edge and eased myself in, enjoying my victory. Little did I know it would be short-lived.

Mom asked how the water was as I began to swim around. I told her it was great. She then mentioned she would get in as she walked to the pool edge. I turned and saw she was completely naked. I immediately faced away from her and asked what she was doing? She told me if I could do it she could too.

I kept facing away from her as I heard her get in the pool. She began to float around and I kept avoiding her. She asked me what was wrong and before I could answer she had pulled me under the water. I came back up and face to face with her. I quickly faced away again and she knocked me under again. I came up again and told her to stop. I pulled away before she could do it again.

Now my frustration beat my embarrassment and I tried to push her under the water. We went on like this for a bit till I realized just how weird this was. I think Mom realized this too and was covering her chest with her arm. I knew she couldn’t see me under the water but felt the need to cover up. I told her I knew she was trying to embarrass me to do what she wanted and I said it worked. She laughed and said it was a bit extreme. I told her I understand what she meant about being considerate. She said she didn’t mind so long as I learned my lesson. I told her it seemed like we should hug but really didn’t want to. We both had a good laugh.

From then on I was more conservative around the house but not so much around the pool.

Ah, revenge is best served…in a pool? I’m glad your mom wasn’t my mom; I never would have gotten away with what I was able to!

Chris, well done! We get a lot of great stories here, but its’ rare that I enjoy any as much as this.

-Jen