I’m a mum and also a step mum to two teenage boys who live with us and I always make sure I’m appropriately covered , would never make sexualised remarks in front of my kids and also wouldn’t talk about shared showers. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a frigid prude , just a loving caring mum and step mum with my families well being at heart .
My step-kids lived with me too. True story....(off topic but you reminded me of this)
My kids shared a triple bunk bed, so the lowest bunk was literally on the floor, the middle bunk was at waist height and top bunk had a small ladder to reach (custom made). My step-kids (boy age 18, girl 14) each had their own room as they were older and valued their own space more. One morning at about 5am I heard one of my kids chattering, not upset, kind of giggling? I dragged my knackered arse out of bed (naked as that’s how I sleep...I take my PJs off next to the bed and pop them back on when I get up), and bcos it was 5am, everyone is asleep right?, and their room is right next to mine, I wandered into their room to check on my son, stark naked. I did peek into the hallway before I opened our door, just to make sure one of the older two didn’t just happen to be going for a wee or something.....
As I stood at the bunk beds I saw an adult-shaped body on the bottom bunk (...like literally with an ideal view of my naked lower half), screamed, and just kind of froze. Step-son yelped back...“It’s ME.....I came in from my night out at about 4am and heard one of the kids chattering so climbed in to settle him and have a cuddle.” (
child in question was giggling and messing about bcos he was obvs thinking it hilarious that his brother had come in when he would normally get me telling him to go back to bloody sleep) He had gone out the night before and I hadn’t expected or realised him to stay out so late so just presumed he was tucked up in his own bloody bed...you know..like a normal 18 yr old......urgh....the absolute shame of your 18 yr old step son seeing your unkept girly bits up close CANNOT be matched ladies
I ran back to our room, dived into bed, and the next morning just said to him “We’ll never speak of that again.” To be fair I think he’s more scarred by it than me
Hands down the most embarrassing moment of my life, and thought you Tattlers might appreciate.