For me, it had to be back in the teen years...my mother would leave the house to have her hair done every Friday, & me & the g/f (later to be Mrs Zoid) would take the opportunity to get nekkid & have some fun...for some reason, I opened the bedroom door to get something, & there stood momma, with her jaw on the floor...

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