Dear Betty,

Want to thank you, wish I heard about you years ago. I'm of your generation, now a widower, with 2 grown children. A few things have bothered me, however, reading your pages has put my mind at ease, after many years. My late wife had mental problems; therefore our sex life was not the best. I masturbated since I was 13, and kept on doing so even before and after marriage. I enjoyed it as much, if not more, than intercourse, which has given me a guilty feeling.

I was brought-up in a small mid-western city, had one sister 3 years younger. My parents were strict, conservative, Methodists; Father was the absolute boss and a workaholic. One interesting exception was their attitude about nudity, perhaps they were getting away from the Victorian prudishness of their generation, but from the beginning there was never any false modesty, being naked in front one another when bathing, or after swimming, was no big deal. We had a sleeping porch-glassed-in at the back of the house where we slept, for Grandmother lived in the front of the house.

That arrangement continued until Grandma died, Sister & I got our own rooms. I was 16. Every night Mother would come into the small room, where we studied, and visit with us while we undressed, then supervised our showering, just couldn't get over the fact we were no longer her babies! I know it sounds strange but Sis & I would even pee in front of each other, for it was so normal. Outside of that, we were just normal kids, involved in a lot of school activities. It was very educational watching each other grow up, for most kids everything is OK until puberty, but Sis and I were fascinated watching each other develop, we were thrilled when we each got pubic hair, and seeing her breasts enlarge. She saw me with my hard-on many times, and examined it closely, matter-of-factly, but back in those days the subject of masturbation was taboo. Years later, when married she said she was grateful to have seen her Father's penis, but also the fact that I didn't try to hide my erection from her.

When I was 19, I went into the military. Sis graduated from high-school, then college, and married. Out of the military, looked-up some relatives and it turned out that they were nudists. They converted me-no problem. I still am. That's a whole new story.

Back home I stayed with my parents for awhile. After Father had gone to bed, Mother came to visit, talked about old times. I was ready to kick her out, when it occurred to me, that she wanted to see my body in the nude, so I undressed for her. She remarked that I had stayed trim, how much my shoulders had developed, and that my cock was just about Father's size. Said if I wanted to shower, she would get some towels, and she would take one after me. I told her it was getting late, that I wouldn't mind her taking one with me. Got in the shower, and she walked into the bathroom, nude, good-looking a lady of 55. We scrubbed each other's backs. This ritual continued for several years, every time I was in town and stayed over, even after I married.

That's my story. I'm the only one left of that generation now. Looking back, I realize that Mother, Sis and I were/are exhibitionists. Sis worked as a life model while in college. Nudism has helped me greatly, for if one talks to someone while nude, they can talk with anyone. But, children should be introduced to nudity at an early age, before well-meaning prudish people may interfere.

Sincerely, George