Kinky Behavior Or Arousal Of Parents

I don't recall overhearing or interrupting any sexual encounters between my parents. I do recall they had a gorgeous enema/douche bag that I played with many times in my youth. As they grew older and it was time to help them move to a smaller apartment, I looked for that enema bag with the intention of keeping it for myself and reliving those youthful memories. I doubt that they used for anything other than relief from constipation or vaginal douching. I also recall finding their contraceptive foam and using the applicator from that on myself several times (rectally). That applicator was always tough to get clean. Lastly, I found an old school vibrator they had that had a "cup" shaped attachment on it that fit perfectly over the head of my penis. I have very fond memories of that vibrator as it was the source my first "dry" orgasm when I was still a bit young. Not too much later, that vibrator gave me my first ejaculation. Sadly, it is nowhere to be found.

Our parents maintained an open household environment, almost always being nude, and open about sexuality. My sister and I were comfortable in this type of environment, and never really had any thoughts about it at all being "kinky." As we matured we grew to understand that ours was a unique situation, but always loving the way we lived. I have posted on other boards some of what we encountered, and will leave this saying only that we loved our lifestyle, and as adults embrace many of the concepts our parents provided.

My parents as well as my Aunt and Uncle were all kinky and I wound up being their play toy.

My Mom loved multiple insertions into what was once my cute rosebud hole. If I was about to get an enema, if I was constipated or for some made up reason, my Aunt and Uncle and sometimes my cousin would show up to be a witness to what was about to happen. It started when I was around 10 or 11 . I would have to get undressed and then go to her room. First she would put Vaseline on her finger, spread my clenched tush with her thumb and forefinger to expose my rosebud hole. Then she would spread the gel around and then gently butt firmly push her finger all the way in to make sure my rectum was fully lubricated. She would slide her finger out and push the rectal thermometer in and hold it so I wouldn't push it out. After three minutes she would take it out and wipe it off and read it, then looking at the tissue she would see brown streak and knew I needed an enema. She would fill four of the 8 oz bulbs with warm Ivory soapy water and coat the nozzles with Vaseline. I would go over her lap and with my Aunt and Uncle looking on , one by one she would insert each bulb and squeeze them till empty. Once finished I had to hold the mixture for at least three to five minutes, then I was able to sit on the toilet and push it all out.

I know everything she did aroused her because she would have a wet spot in-between her legs and a big smile on her face. She would also be breathing hard.

Before my mother re-married she asked my Uncle to discipline me when I was naughty. One night I was, Uncle came over along with my Aunt of course. He explained what I did wrong and said I would be getting a bare bottom spanking. Standing next to him he bared my bottom and put me over his lap. Holding me tight so I couldn't reach back or kick, his big hand started to spank my naughty bare bottom...{ SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK} again till it was bright red and I was crying hard promising not to do it again. After

calming down and being comforted I got up from his lap. I felt his hard on pushing against my belly. I looked down and saw a wet spot in the middle of the zipper of his pants and he too was breathing hard.

As time went on I got a lot of enema's and spankings from them some deserved others weren't .

Nope. Whether I was given baths, having rectal temps taken or one of them being in the exam room with me for a yearly physical throughout my childhood years, I could never claim it was because my parents were kinky or any of those things caused them arousal. They were just doing what normal parents do when raising and taking care of their kid.

As I have posted before Mother was a total control freak, never was allowed to go to the bathroom on my own, often she would "aim" me when I pee'd. Nor was I allowed to have a bowel movement on my own. Only by enema from age 7 until I ran away from home at 14.

When she got "that look " and called me I knew my pant's were coming down. It could be a spanking for some imaged wrong or to check to see if I needed an enema. Often three or four time's a week she called me in or was waiting for me after school. She didn't care if I liked it or not, if I resisted I was whipped until bloody. I learned early to keep my mouth shut and do as I was told no matter what. Often after she was done with me she and my stepfather would disappear into their room for hour's, so yes, I knew of mother's kinky behavior.

At the time I saw Mom,, I didnt realize what she was doing but my older sister explained she was masturbating - the next day she got into the details