I don't know how old I was when I found a Scope in my parents' bathroom - I must've been 12 or 13. While I didn't know whose it was or why it was there, I had a distinct feeling I was
not supposed to be looking at it.
Further investigation led to the discovery of a plethora of 'adult' magazines and books, . I obviously had to wait till everyone was out of the house (it's amazing how many excuses you can think of
not to go to Gran's house - and to look at porn no less!). There were times where I'd sneak into their room while they were sleeping to steal a mag - one from the middle of the pile in case he checked - and hide it under the bed or between my clothes.
I always assumed the porn belonged to my father, but I often wondered whether my mother knew about it. She didn't strike me then (nor does she now) as someone who would look at that type of thing. The fact that he might've been hiding it from her too made it all the more thrilling.
On to the discovery of his video collection - not vast by any means, but there was more than enough to a young man busy. He still has some Beta tapes that I've never seen due to our Beta adaptor breaking. 'Twas the video that was my downfall. My mom caught me one night when they came home early from somewhere and I had the volume up thinking I was going to be alone for the next hour. That look of disappointment on her face...well it made my hard-on disappear right quick!
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Originally Posted by Charlatan
I didn't quite grasp masturbation at the time.
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I bet you're grasping it alright now.
