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Subject: {ASSM} Henry's new hobby, chapter 1, (cfnm,exhib,inc,voy,femdom,momdom)
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2011-10-10
Comments and what not to alexofferett@gmail.com. Trying to figure out
which direction this should go and how fast.

The story tags will be gradually fulfilled.

Henry's new hobby
Chapter 1

Henry had just woken up. It was just after 10 and his college classes
for the day began just after lunch. He stretched, pushing the sheet
off himself and exposing his naked body to the sun's rays shining in
through the window. Although he still lived at home with his mother,
Cecilia, and he had only recently started to sleep in the nude, her
job was a normal 9-5 meaning she had left hours ago.

Henry was still new to the feeling of being nude in bed, having
decided to test it out just a few nights ago, and contemplated
sleeping another half-an-hour just for the sake of nudity. There was
never any nudity at home during his childhood. Both his mother and his
father, when he was still alive, were careful to cover-up around the
house - something that even Henry inherited - but a few days ago, on a
whim, he had decided to try sleeping without clothes in. Having found
it comfortable, new and daring he continued sleeping naked the
following nights when he knew he would not be interrupted by his
working mother. He lay there in bed, the thin sheet he used as a
blanket bunched at his feet, when suddenly the door opened.

"Oh, I'm sorry!", said Cecilia as soon as she opened the door and saw
him laying on the bed without any clothes in. She covered her eyes and
hurriedly backed out and closed the door as Henry, stutteringly
repeating her words, scrambled to pull up the sheet and cover himself.
His mother was, apparently, not at work today and now had seen him
unlike she had seen him since we was a small child: naked from head to
toe and stretched out on the bed.

After the door had closed the reality of the situation started to sink
in for Henry: his mother had seen him naked and now probably thought
she had a pervert living in her house. What would happen now? Would
she kick him out, forcing him to find an apartment? His part-time job
has nowhere near enough to pay for the month's groceries, let alone
the rent. Would she stop talking to him? She must think that she
failed to raise a proper, modest son. Henry continued thinking about
what just had happened as he quickly put on his clothes.

As he was contemplating a sweater just to try to balance out the
unintended exhibition he heard the front door close and, soon after,
the car starting and driving away.

Henry's worrying continued as he prepared himself for class and he
speculated about what might happen when he was due to come home later
that afternoon. A list of possible excuses to be used when asked -
which Henry was sure to happen sometime - were constantly being
formed, evaluated and discarded. Prior to going home at the end of the
school day he flirted with the idea of staying out at the library or
someplace just to avoid the inevitable confrontation with his mother,
but the realization that she was going to question him sooner or later
made him go straight home after class,  albeit slowly and with an
unwillingness to have to drop-out of college, get a real job and start
paying all the bills.

As he rounded the final corner he saw that the car was home and knew
that the dreaded talk would soon have to take place. He hesitated at
the front door before going inside. He looked into the living room and
saw his mother on the sofa, watching TV. When she saw Henry she
switched the TV off and turned to face him. Cecilia called her son
over to her.

He slowly walked over to the sofa and stood nervously in the center of
the room, with his head bowed down and his sweaty hands clasped in
front of him.

"I'm glad you're home because we need to talk about this morning", she
began. "Care to explain yourself?"

Henry stood in silence, unknowing exactly where to start.

"Well?", she asked. "Why were you naked this morning?"

He eventually manged to start speaking: "That's how I sleep."

"Oh, is it? When did you start with this behavior?"

"Just a few days ago", Henry explained.

"And what made you start sleeping naked in my house?", Cecilia asked
with irritation in her voice.

Henry was quiet once more, trying to think of an acceptable answer. He
quickly decided that there weren't any real good answers other than
the truth.

"I wanted to try it, that's all. I liked the feeling", he nervously
explained.

"You're not some kind of pervert that exposes himself in parks and
alleyways?", she inquired.

"No!", came Henry's quick reply. The accusation shook him slightly and
he felt the need to further explain himself. "I only read about it and
wanted to try being without clothes at night. I didn't mean anything
by it!" he pleaded, glancing up into her eyes for the first time since
he had come home.

"You're sure about that? You're sure that you're not some weirdo
pervert living in my house?", she repeated.

Henry looked up his mother again and again defended himself as best he
could: "Honestly, mom, I was just curious about the nudity thing and
it was nothing else! I didn't know you were still at home or that you
would come into my room and see me like that. I've been miserable all
day, hoping that you didn't get offended. I just wanted to be without
clothes for a few nights and found it comfortable and natural enough
to want to do it again. I'll stop doing it now. I didn't mean anything
by it!"

He looked down at the floor again, waiting for his mother's reaction.
He had told her the truth and that was that. Now he awaited her
decision.

After a short while her gaze softened and after a deep breath she
finally said "I think believe you, Henry".

Half of the weight on his shoulders was immediately lifted: she wasn't
offended and this incident had not, hopefully, damaged their
relationship. Now he only needed to worry about whether he was still
allowed to live with her.

"It's ok, Henry. I think I understand but I need some time to think
about what you've said. Make yourself something to eat and then go to
your room. I'll be up later and we can talk further about this.", his
mother said. She stood up and left the room.

Henry remained standing in the middle of the room and heard her close
the door to the study. He was in mood for food and so he went directly
to his room where he laid down on the bed, turned on the TV and tried
to concentrate on anything else other than what might or might not be
said when his mother was ready to talk.

About an hour later there was a knock at his door. He switched off the
TV and sat up. The door opened and his mother cautiously came into the
room, looked him over and sat down beside him on the bed. Henry saw
that she had a different expression on her face than she had earlier
in the living room: something was troubling her and he feared the
worst.

"Henry, I've been thinking about what you said", she started, "about
you not wanting to cause trouble and I believe you. I've also thought
about your wanting to sleep naked and natural and, I realize that your
father and I have always been a bit... uptight about our bodies.
That's how we were raised and I can see that it's not always the best
arrangement to be as conservative as we were brought up to be."

"Since you're grown-up now I suppose it's normal to want to try new
things", she continued. "This being naked thing isn't anything your
father and I have ever spoken to you about and if you want to try it
then, I'm supposed to support you in everything you do. You're
absolutely right that nudity is natural. It's how we all were born and
if you want to try it then, I can't really make myself forbid it. If
you want to sleep naked, Henry, then you should do it. It's not
hurting anyone, it's natural and I'm sure there are many people that
also do it. I shouldn't have barged into your room this morning in the
first place so it was sort of my fault."

Speaking up for the first time since his mother came into the room, he
said "it's not your fault, mother, it's mine for doing it."

"No, Henry", she replied. "It's, not really anyone's fault. This
shouldn't be something to be blamed on people. We just have different
views on nudity. If you like it then I'm not going to be the one to
stop you."

Henry sat silent, looking at her, not really sure what to say.

"I mean, Henry, if you want to continue with it, then it's up to you",
his mother explained. "You should continue. Ok?"

Unsure of how exactly to take it, he nodded.

"So it's decided then", Cecilia said, smiling for the first time.
"It's ok, Henry. Really, it is."

Henry's mood had lightened up. He wasn't being thrown out, could
continue with his college education and his mother no longer seemed
upset at all.

Henry smiled back, shyly.

"Well, I've got things to do", she said, getting up from the bed.
"I'll see you later to say goodnight", the said as she left his room.

Henry breathed a sigh of relief. This morning's problems were now over
and slowly his appetite was coming back. He decided to put all this
nudity thing behind him and get himself something to eat.

For the rest of the evening he somewhat avoided his mother, trying to
busy himself with schoolwork. Late in the evening, while he was
reading at his desk, he heard a knock at the door. His mother opened
it and came in and stood next to him. He turned to face her.

"I just wanted to say good night," she said gently.

"Good night mom", replied Henry. He turned back to the book, expecting
her to leave - instead she remained by his side.

"I said good night, mom", said Henry, puzzled.

"Henry?"

He turned and looked up at her. "Yes?"

"You haven't changed your mind, have you?", she inquired.

"About what?"

"About wanting to be natural."

Henry tensed up a little. He was hoping that this whole business had
been put behind him. Apparently, his mother didn't think so.

"I don't think I'll be doing any more of that, mom."

"Henry...", his mother began. She knelt down beside him and looked up
into his eyes. "I was expecting this... I heard what you said earlier,
about wanting to be natural and I agree with you. There's nothing
wrong with that, it's healthy and I think that your conservative
upbringing in this house has been a tad much. If you feel that you
want to do this, then you shouldn't have let this morning's turn of
events scare you off. My reaction wasn't completely rational and it
was wrong to make such accusations of you."

"Really Henry..." she continued, "if you want to try be more
comfortable with yourself then ... please do it, Henry."

She waited a few moments for her short speech to sink in. Henry sat
there, staring at his mother looking up at him. Was he hearing right?

"So you mean...", he paused.

"Yes, Henry. I think you should sleep naked tonight. You do want to be
naked, right?", she asked.

Henry sat in silence. This wasn't what he had anticipated - especially
not after this morning.

"I think...", he stammered forth.

"Please Henry. The choice isn't mine, it's yours. Do you want to
continue with what you were doing?". He could see her almost pleading
with him.

His answer came after a few moments of silence: "I ... suppose...",
was all he managed to say.

His mother's eyes lit up and she smiled. "Thank you", was all she
said. She got up, went to the door, said "good night" once again, and
then left.

Henry, still somewhat in a state of shock, got up and closed the door
behind her. He had just changed his mind, again, about sleeping naked.
This morning he wanted to, this afternoon he didn't and now he,
apparently, wanted to again. Suddenly feeling exhausted, he went to
the bathroom to ready himself for bed.

Coming back to his room he carefully closed the door. Thinking about
his latest conversation with his mother in which he promised her he
would be naked, he carefully undressed, climbed into bed and pulled
the sheet over his head. His mind replaying the day's events over and
over, he eventually fell asleep.

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