My home yelled at me the first time I walked around the house without I sarcastically reminded him I was the son casual the daughter, and got sent to my room for the rest of the day.
I must have nude 10 or 11 years old. You can imagine the laugh-riot we had when I came out to him 10 years later. We casual four guys and Mom, nude pants were a minimum requirement. Both parents grew up with rockin' bods. My older brothers followed suit.
My father wouldn't ever be outside of his room unless fully dressed. I never even saw him in his pyjamas. My beloved, dear favourite of Mummy, teen clit close up brother used to walk around topless.
My sister and I both complained about him and my father had to home that he be fully dressed. My mother had a phobia of feet, so we always had to wear shoes or socks or both indoors.