I want to write about an experience I had growing up as a boy. It had sexual undertones to it, and perhaps it will shed light on my fetish. As stated, my mother would often go around the house in her slip and I think from his reaction, my dad enjoyed having her around him this way. However, he would sometimes admonish her to to put something on if a visitor were to come around. However, my dad did not have this concern if the visitor were a male relative. If my grandfather or an uncle stopped by and my mother was in her slip, my father seemed to have no concern about my mother being seen this way. I can remember my father’s younger brother coming by regularly when I was a boy. There was only a couple of years’ difference in their ages. Many times my mother was dressed, but there were a number of occassions when she wasn’t. My dad seemed to have no problem with this since it was his brother. They would gather in the kitchen, either standing around or sitting at the table. Mom would be up and down, sometimes making coffee as the three of them discussed, work, family, or neighbors. She would be standing or sitting in full view, most of the time in a white nylon slip. My mother’s behavior in these situations always caught my attention, however. She seemed to be somewhat self conscious of the fact she was in her slip with her husband and bother in law. She would be careful to sit in a prim, lady like manner with her knees closely together, and she would glance down often at the lacy hem of her slip and tug at it so as not to show too much leg. Still, she never made the effort to put anything on. I always had the feeling my uncle was “checking her out”, but he was never obvious about it. Even as a boy, there was something in this scene that intrigued me. The men in their coarse work shirts and jeans, speaking in their deep voices with their broad shoulders and their heavy muscles. And then my mother, sitting with them in a little nylon slip. The very contrast created a subliminal sexual tension that even a child could feel. When it came time for him to leave, my mother would usually give my uncle a sisterly hug or kiss goodbye. Today we are much more blatant in our sexuality, but I think in years past there was a low key, but very potent sexuality in the daily lives of men and women that was powerfully and subtly erotic in its own right.
