HOTTER than daughter

Running from the shower to my room naked, I heard a squeal behind me.

‘Mum!’ my daughter Rebbecka, 28, yelled in embarrassment – having caught a glimpse of my bottom.

‘Sorry, Becky,’ I giggled.

I was always running around in the nude and Becky hated it – so I tried my best to cover up if I knew she was about.

If I had it my way, I’d walk around naked all the time.

I was proud of my body.

I may be in my 50’s but I still feel young and full of life.

Becky and I are mother and daughter, but we are