I found the evidence. Your Parents and what blew their hair back.

Did you ever come across any sexual toys that you are sure were your Parents? I know some of us sort of have issues with the thoughts of Dad putting the blocks to Mom but what about Toys? 😎

In a similar vein, our daughters have seen our S&M equipment room and contents in all its glory after our 15 year old walked in on my husband and myself in the middle of a scene while he was wearing only a leather hood and I was only wearing a deerskin corset and flogging his naked butt. She was supposed to be at a friend's house for a sleep-over party but left and came home a day early.

Please I don't mean to be nosy but what was your reaction? My Ten Year Old has seen me and some of my Paraphernalia around. I have just acted as if it were normal, and normal items, not making a big issue of their discovery. What do you think, you always seem to have a good grasp on these given situations?[quote author=Switchablesusie link=topic=36168.msg313326#msg313326 date=1284308913]

In a similar vein, our daughters have seen our S&M equipment room and contents in all its glory and our 15 year old walked in on my husband and myself in the middle of a scene when she was supposed to be at a friend's house for a sleep-over party but left and came home early.

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See this old thread:

http://www.zity.biz/index.php?action=forum;topic=2345.0

The main thing I remember discovering (when I was maybe 11) were some decks of porno playing cards. They were of late 30s vintage and pretty much less than wonderful models, but the action was all there. I can't recall anything else, though.

I like the reference to the other thread a great deal. Children will ask questions with the expectation of getting straight answers. If they get a lot of BS, they will seek other sources. Right now, I have become the confidant and font of all wisdom for our 14 year old granddaughter. She has discovered that I will tell her the truth and will be non-judgmental in all matters. This does not mean that I will tell her everything about kink, but it does mean that I am honest in my answers to her questions. It can be a bit daunting to be talking to a very pretty teenage virgin about sex, but she has chosen papa as her source of information and I am pleased that she trusts me enough to come to me.

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When I was 9 or 10, I discovered my mother's diaphragm and ortho gynol jelly. I didn't put two and two together about the two things at that time, but I found out quickly when I asked my mother what the ortho vaginal jelly was for and when I would need to use it.

She was open and honest about it and gave me all the information I wanted. She also told me to stay out of her personal stuff!

I found my mother's diaphragm, but at the time was clueless as to what it was for. She would have keelhauled me if I had asked her about it, so I didn't.

I know that my father kept a substantial collection of Playboy magazines in the trunk of his car.

Pretty tame stuff!

LD

I found the occasional porno book or magazine, and a vibe or two, but I don't recall ever finding any really elaborate paraphernalia.

I always tell the following joke: I know my parents are into kinky sex. I never walked in on them or anything, but I'm sure they're kinky. How do I know? Because I am, and I must have gotten it from somewhere.

I found my parents toy box in their closet when I was younger, but old enough to know what it was. Closed it up and never looked again... Ewww

In Jr High .. I found a collection of dildos my mom had, with a few of my playboys she'd taken. Needless to say I didn't ask about the missing playboys.

I found my step moms dildo while I was helping her clean under the bed when I was 12. She told me what it was and what she used it for. She probaly had it there intentionally.

I found a collection of nudist magazines and some rubbers in my step=parents dresser. I tried out both!

Wile snooping I found a few very hardcore mags (f/f/m, anal, m/m), full penetration stuff along with some pretty good sized dildos. This was back in the early 80's, had to have been hard to come by in a small town at that time. Probably helped shape my kinks today.

At about 12 I found my moms dildos and vibe. I would use her vibe on my cock. It felt so good on the bottom side. I would put it back after....

When I was around 14 I found a dildo, vibrator and several magazines and films (8mm) in a box in the basement. Found it hard to believe my parents actually had sex.

When I was around 14 I found a dildo, vibrator and several magazines and films (8mm) in a box in the basement. Found it hard to believe my parents actually had sex.

They had YOU didn't they?

Why is it that children above the age of puberty find it hard to believe that their parents and grandparents were also horny whores?

At age 5 or 6 I began to realize a pattern developing; on Sunday afternoon my brother and I were suddenly alone with the nanny. It took another 5 or 6 years to figure it out and thought it really neat they played with one another. It kind of made everything come together and I thought of us as closer. They must have had fun because the mood for the rest of the day was super; I could get damn near anything I wanted.

When my sister and I had the "facts of life" explained to us while we were still in middle school .... shortly before the time we began enema play between us when mom and dad were gone. It didn't take us too long to figure out that when we were gone, they just might be doing the same thing ... and upon checking when we got home, finding the bed not made up, it was obvious they were having fun too. When we were both in college, my sister and I decided we would get our parents a 'sex toy' just as a funny gift. Our mother took one look at it and simply said, "Oh, we've got one of those", handed it back to my sister and said, "Here, you might need this someday." We all broke out laughing ... the joke was on us naive children.

I was shocked beyond belief when I found xxx paperbacks in my parents bed side table. Of course I read them when they were not home. My household was so conservative and my upbringing very strict

When my son was maybe 3 years old he managed to find a vibrator that had been accidentally slipped under the sofa (yeah, we did the dirty on the living room floor a lot). That wouldn't have been any sort of a big deal, except that instead of bringing it to one of us, the babysitter had arrived, and the little imp gave it to her instead 😄 She brought it to me, holding it with two fingers like it was a chunk of steaming plutonium. She wasn't a young, hip babysitter -- not by a long shot. She was an elderly gal. And this particular vibrator wasn't one that could be brushed off as a neck massager. Nope. It was a great big, pseudo-vein covered, off the charts cock shaped, battery powered, flesh-toned, plastic DICK! Biggus Dickus! I felt more sorry for the poor sitter than I did embarrassed for myself. She was just about beside beside as she brought it to me saying, "Your son found *this* under the couch."

More on topic, I never found any toys that belonged to my parents, but I did find a few paperback stroke-books, some magazines, and a copy of Xavier Hollander's "The Happy Hooker". There was also a book titled "The Sensuous Dirty Old Man" but Hollander's book was much better.

Recently, my daughter (who is over 18 btw) broke up with her bf and brought all her things back home. I was helping her carry things into the house. I picked up a backpack, took a few steps toward the house, and suddenly it started to BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ It gave us both a laugh on an otherwise bummer of a night.

"Finding" sex toys or having yours found is conformation that life is the same, generation after generation. Sad to realize that I was not unique, perhaps a little different course, but the same as my parents and my children. Although, I am territorial about "my equipment." 😳

I was a snoop growing up so when I had the chance I would search around my parents room when they were gone mainly looking for Christmas and birthday presents they bought. I only found a 1950's educational type sex manual in my mother's underwear drawer which I read every chance I could. I also found her diaphragm in the nightstand by the bed but at the time I did not know what it was or what it was for. If my kids snooped while we were gone, they found a few more interesting books and items then I did.

When I was 14 I would spend weekends at my Aunt's. She had a collection of vibrators and dildos. One day she caught me snooping. She sat me down and explained what they were used for. When I turned 16 she bought me my 1st vibrator

Yeah...I found a little red bulb in Mom's desk drawer once. Then there was the time Dad was in the bathroom for like, an hour, and after he finally finished, I went rushing in, desperately needing to pee, there was some elaborate enema equipment drying on the side of the tub. I'd never seen anything like it in my life. Looking back, I'm pretty sure it was an inflatable nozzle.

Not my parents but years ago I worked for a pest con trol service.I could write a book on the things that some of these good wholesome people "accidently " left out..we had a female judge who had a latex fore arm/fist with leg chain cuffs on it with a milk crate full of soiled little girl panties.and small bras..lol(she didn't have kids nor was married at the time)..A preacher whose office wall was full of exposed belly pregnant girls(said he was pro choice but looked pro pregnant bikini)any way I got a ton of stories..had a couple who had a VHS on repeat of them fucking (shot by 3rd person)they were to good to even speak in public tho.and more self rightious people than I can count with there daughters/son friends in bathing suits. with a erection..lol oh but there the moral judge of the comunity..lol

as for my kids snooping they'll find a open hont parent ....and a Skin 2 magazine. I allready hurt our preachers feelins when I told him while I did not want a whore for a daughter ,I did not want her settling down having woke up next to only one person whether a guy or a girl.(fyi we go to a baptist church...but it disent meen I'm baptist)

My parents were products of the 40's and 50's if yours were too you know sex was not discussed. In fact when the new 7/11 was put in (we lived in the country what can I say!) the neighborhood kids couldn't wait to go in. I was amazed they even finger nail polish! I couldn't wait to tell my mom and when I accidentently said Kotex instead of Cutex you would have thought I cussed! To this day I can still remember where I was sitting what I was doing when I said that horrible word!

She actually marched me up to my room bent me over her knee and paddled my now bare bottom telling me we didn't say those words in this house. Trust me I never again, and when I started my period never mentioned it to her!

Throughout childhood, I remember hearing strange noises coming from my parents room on some nights. I knew the sound most of us do, someone was getting a spanking and it wasn't my mother! In truth I had been on the receiving end of her spankings many times and they were not pleasant to the body but the mind now that was a different story. As I would hear my father getting his spanking I would wonder what it would be like to have my husband spank me (I would learn in later years it's called submission!)

The master bedroom bathroom was a jack-n-jill type so there were many times I heard them in the bathroom. This night would prove to be different, I woke up out of a sound sleep to hear water running and my father begging mother not to do this right now with me so close. I'm thinking she didn't care because I heard her tell him to assume the position. So I just had to know what was going on I slid my door open just a crack so I could see, (the draw back of having one wall of mirrors I could see exactly what was going on.) My mother was placing a hook up on some kind of pole with a big red bag attached to it and was cramming something up my dad's ass! I was shocked and I hate to admit it I couldn't look away. I watched him squirm as the water (I now know it was soapy water) filled him and stayed watching while she told him to hold it for 20 minutes or he would be sorry. I ran back to my bed as she started to turn around and leave the room, I didn't want to be caught that was for sure. I listened to them for a long time as she gave him 3 enemas that night and listened very carefully to the sound of the belt hitting his ass after.

A few years later, when I turned 16 and began driving, my father asked me to clean out his old rambler station wagon for him. I think if he knew what he forgot in there he wouldn't have asked. Under the front seat drivers side I pulled out a book of men giving each other head in all sorts of positions what was more strange and in this day and age I don't want to offend but if you knew my father.....there were black guys sucking off white guys, white guys sucking off black guys. I never looked at my dad the same after that. Actually I felt sorry for him, I am sure that he was a repressed bisexual at the least or gay at the most but at that time you hid it I think that even though he was a sub he sure would have been a happier person if he had been born a lot of years later!

At least I know where I get my strange sex ideas! And trust me some of them are out there!

When I was between the ages of 8 and 12, I spent afternoons watching television in my parents room so my dad could nap in the den before or after work. My parents had this amazing intricately carved bedroom suite and I used to trace my fingers along the pattern and also trace their velvet baroque-style bedspread and drapes. I would also open their drawers out of curiosity and would explore under their bed. (I snagged myself one of their coil massagers out of a drawer back in the day and kept it in my toy box. I used that thing religiously when I was growing up.)

Once, my hand ran across the edge of the mattress and I felt something sticking out of it, I lifted the corner and discovered some "dirty" magazines and a penis-shaped rubber toy that was slick with lube. I could not believe what I found and perused the magazine with my heart racing, so afraid to be caught with it. There were lovely women in beautiful lingerie and posed in sexy positions and I thought they were just stunning. I had seen my sisters and mother naked when I was younger but they looked nothing like the women in the magazine.

One day, I decided to share this bevy of goodies with my friends. My best friend and I and several other girls sneaked quietly into the bedroom, giggling and shushing each other. Probably a dead giveaway that we were up to something. Like a game show hostess, "Tada," I lifted the edge of the mattress and pointed with to the magazines and toys with my other hand. They all stood there stunned for several seconds and glanced at the magazines and toy. Unfortunately, Mom was on to us and had followed us into the room. I looked up and saw her standing, stunned in the doorway. She yelled at us to get out of there and we practically flew out. I was grounded and not allowed to see my friends for weeks.

A few years later, my friend and I wanted to watch On Golden Pond, which was on video tape but we couldn't find it. We went into my parents room and looked through their stash of movies. One wasn't labeled so we put it in the VCR and OMG, there were naked people in it! At least one of them starred Seka, who was playing a stewardess in the movie. She ended up being grabbed by three men and forced into having sex with them. I was very turned on by this. My girlfriend, who was a year younger than me, did not have older sisters so she was a little less "worldly" than I. At one point in the movie, a man was rubbing his penis between Seka's breasts. Neither of us had breasts at the time. My friend asked me why they were doing it and said, "Does she have a hole there, too." I had no clue so I just said, "I don't know." We stood next to the machine for hours, watching the movies but ever vigilant to run for cover when my parents came home. My friend said her tummy was starting to feel weird, that she was hot and that she thought she may have wet her panties so she wanted to head home. Just as we were leaving my parents room, "Boom" we ran into them coming in. The VCR was rewinding so my parents knew something was up. They sent her home and I was sent to my room.

My mom later summoned me to the kitchen table to interrogate me and asked why we watched the movie. I told her I didn't know why. We were curious and it was just there. She asked me how the movie made me feel. I told her I didn't know. She asked if I enjoyed what I watched and given the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, I knew I had to tell her that "No, no, I didn't like it at all." Then I got a lecture about how I shouldn't snoop and that if I saw it was something like that, I should not have watched and how sex is supposed to be between a man and a woman after they're married and that it isn't pleasurable before then and that people who had sex before they were married went to hell. This kind of lecture, I suppose, was meant to turn me away from sex. But I just thought, "Damn, my mom's a prude." I had two older sisters and I would often read their magazines, books, diaries, love notes and BFF notes, listen to their music, try on their clothes and do everything else that a pesky younger sisters does. I learned to be sex-positive from them and I knew that my mom was wrong. Because watching it made me excited and made me feel good, not bad. I just assumed that if she was lying about this, she was lying about everything related to sex and god knows what else so I decided to explore on my own and just not let her know.

Though not really a sex toy, I found my parent's massager when I was in 5th or 6th grade. It was an early 60's corded model with a couple attachments. One was shaped like a deep suction cup which fit neatly over the head of my penis. I plugged it in and gave myself my first orgasm. What an incredible feeling that was though I think it was a dry ejaculation. I ultimately masturbated many times with it finally producing much cum over the years. It also had a ball shaped attachment that I assumed would feel good on the clitoris. I used that for anal stimulation. While going through stuff at their house as they became elderly, I found that massager and put it in the trash. The design was old and even seems unsafe by today's standards. Didn't mind tossing it despite the memories. I was devastated that I could not find my parent's old enema bag. My mother used it to give me my first enema and I self administered with it numerous times when I was very young. It had threaded hose, connectors, and two nozzles. The bag had a metal frame and it was in a nice heavy fiber board box. I have no doubt that might be worth some money today.

My parents were older - had me in their 40's. I DID come across my dad's (meager) porno stash which included the original Marilyn Monroe Playboy calendar and my mother was addicted to erotic romance - Danielle Steele and the like. I did find a big ole red bulb douche and she had her 'massager' that looked like an industrial refrigerator that strapped onto the back of your hand. I sometimes laugh thinking how they'd react to coming upon MY toy-chest. And no, my/her kids never found it because it didn't exist until they were out of the house. My first wife wasn't into kink at all.

My dad thought he was clever hiding his porn on the computer...Not so much. 😃