Kinky Behavior Or Arousal Of Parents

Do you recall incidents from childhood in which you suspect anything done by your parents was motivated by their kink or was arousing to them?

I will answer my own question more fully after I think about it a bit, but I remember a rectal temp incident that I suspected was done for the benefit of my mother's much younger sister and I definitely had the feeling that the few enemas my mother gave me enemas were about more than just my colon health.

Absolutely not.

When I was a kid we lived in a close neighborhood. My mom used enemas on us every time we got a little sick. This was not an unusual thing during the fifties. The behavior of my parents enema practices went beyond the family. Many times enemas were given to our next door neighbors by my parents and vice-versa.

When I was about 11 years old I found some condoms in my father's night stand. I knew what they were used for but never thought that my own father was using them. It gave me no sexual feelings. A little while later I searched my mother's drawers and found hidden under her underwear a typewritten page about how to give yourself an enema. I thought she typed it from a book or magazine. At one part it said...after filling the enema bag and attaching the hose and nozzle, hang the bag from a shower curtian rod, kneel and bend over and bring your hand under and between your legs and slide the lubricated nozzle into your rectum. That got me. I got all moist between my legs. From then whenever they were out I would get the letter and rub my clitty until I had an orgasm. Years later at my grandmother's house I secretly, using her enema bag, gave myself an enema. The rest is history.

~ T

How about seeing girdles, stockings, and bras drying in the bathroom?

My parents always seemed pretty sexless to me, but I did see my father on top of my mother once, he was doing her either up the ass or just a good dogie fuck, I think I was only about 3 or 4 when I wandered into their bedroom one night. My mother did seem unusually interested in enemas, it seemed we got a lot of them as kids, but I think that was because our family doctor prescribed them for everything. I was usually sick when I got one, did not like it at all. ... but on my own, that was a whole different thing, started at about 5 or so.

One day when looking through my parents bathroom closet when they were away I found a little box, and in that box was an old vibrator, and I recall the attachments so well, one, was a little ball about 5/8" diameter. I tried that on my asshole a number of times, felt good, but I needed something larger ... I was into asshole play from the day I was born! LOL! I could get about 4 hot dogs up my ass at once way back then.

Another had little thingies sticking out, like a 1" diameter scrub brush ... never saw what that was for, but looking back, should have tried it on my tits!

And here was my favorite, it was a cup, about 1" in diameter that screwed onto the end of the vibrator, and that went onto my dick, like fast! I must have been around 10 when I found this, and I was able to cum.

I jerked off with that vibrator and cup endlessly, it was really powerful, and this vibrator had a ring around it you could remove so as to increase the vibrations more. I always had it off for full vibrations. This thing was powerful, really powerful, the cup must have vibrated back and forth at least 1/8". That, was a very very very hot toy. It was noisy, like really noisy. I could only use it when home alone, but every time my parents were gone out came the 2 qt. enema bag and this vibrator.

My mother use to talk about being constipated all of the time and use to go into the bathroom and do enemas. She also seemed to also have a lot of suppositories and laxatives around. I often wonder, especially now, if there were not surely a bit of kink involved in all of this. She did have some medical problems, so I just don't know.

Whatever, as a youth, I used to sneak the suppositories a lot, they we fun, and I can't even possibly count the number of times I made excellent use of that vibrator and the enema bag! And, the little brass hook by the toilet! What good times I had!

So, looking back, I think there might have been some kink of sorts involved with my parents. I do think my father was very much into sex. He had something of a reputation, it seems, for getting around. I think I inherited my tremendous sex drive from him and took it a step further! LOL

When I was young, I was a real snoop and I remember when my parents were away I was looking through their room and in my mother's dresser under some cloths was a book about reproduction from the 1950's. I remember looking through that a few different times when I got the opportunity. It also helped me to identify the object I found in the nightstand on her side of the bed that was circular with a thick membrane over it - her diaphragm. I don't remember ever catching them doing anything but I am sure they must have.

On a related note, have any of your children caught you being kinky or just having normal sex? When our children were under 2 they occasionally would surprise us and walk in on us while we were in the normal male on top position so I would just invite them to get on the covers on my back and give them a "horseback ride" while continuing what we were doing before we were interrupted. After they turned 2, we could hear them coming down the hall so we weren't surprised.

From the time our girls were in single digit ages, they had a feeling their father and I fooled around--and were kinky, but they never saw us doing anything. The two of us never held back hugging, kissing (not open mouth French kissing) each other around them because we loved each other. but when they were 11 and 14, they told us they were sure the always locked, walk-in closet in our bedroom (that has an alarm zone on it) was filled with "kinky stuff"--their words. A few years ago our older daughter who was 15 at the time and supposed to be at a friend's house for an overnighter came home unexpectedly and walked in on my husband and myself while I was flogging his tied up, naked, leather-hooded body in the music room. I was wearing only a deerskin corset and she later joked and told me she didn't know I shaved down there. Finally a few weeks ago, someone here posted a very hot, beautifully made video I was watching on the TV one night in my reading room and couldn't take it anymore, so I threw a sheet on the chair, took off my panties and started to masturbate. My younger daughter, 16 walked in because I had not fully closed the door and she saw what was on the screen (lesbian porn). I was totally engrossed in the video and didn't see her come in. We didn't see each other until she was all the way into the room. I was surprised and stopped what I was doing and pulled the sheet over myself.

Susie, why is it that just about everything you post is hot as hell?

Gosh no never saw my parents do anything which is why i guess i am so kinky lol

My parents never did anything kinky or inappropriate in front of their children. But I will admit, when my boys were younger asked me about why I slept naked, I encouraged them to try it. It was not for some arousal, but simply put my boys are very athletic. I knew in 10 and 15 years when they got themselves a wife if they came to bed with their muscles and penis swinging, they may get in that bed, but they would not be getting much sleep.

Nothing from my parents but I have found photos of my stepmother pissing and I once found my mother in laws double penetrater. That got licked and sucked. Whenever I see her I think about it going up her ass.

My parents were quite secretive about things of that nature. My mother was keenly aware of my looming puberty just as she was with my 3 brothers. I started having sexual feelings very early though I didn't know what they were. Strip poker was my favorite childs game and I always talked other kids into playing. (girls too, got in real trouble for that) I used to hope mother would use the anal thermometer as I enjoyed not only the feeling of it in me but the feeling of being touched there. Any where on my genitals really. I remember as a young boy standing naked in the Dr's office, the four of us in a row with mother, the nurse watching as the doctor made his way down the line grabbing balls and saying "cough". I was always third and by the time he got to me I was rock hard. I didn't understand a bit of it. Mother was very good about leaving "reading" material about sex in easy to find places knowing us boys would "sneak" a look. That's all the birds and bees we got. I started playing with my dick around 8, I would lay in bed and tie it with a silk hanky I had found. I would pull on the ties until it hurt so bad I had tears in my eyes. Once I started masturbating, I would cum into the hanky and slip it under my mattress. Every now and then I would find it washed and folded right where I left it. Thanks Mom.

The only thing I can recall was finding my moms hot romance novels laying around. I would sneak in when no one was home and start skimming through to the go right to the good parts. Even though the wording wasn't exactly in terms of "as he put his penis in me, or her hot vagina etc," I knew it was hot because it would make me all hot and hard. I must have been in between 1st and second grades. I also peeked in my dad's drawers to find out he wore those high cut bikini underwear which sometimes I would try and wear while reading those books. This probably lead me to my underwear fetish later. However now the fetish isn't so much of a fet. But now just a comfortable and whatever mood im in to wear. But that's for another story

WillyNilly,

I obviously cannot say what was in the minds of your mother and aunt, but there are other explanations than sexual. First years ago little attention was paid to the modesty and possible embarrassment of young children, so it may never have occurred to your mother that you were uncomfortable. Many your kids ran around the house naked, skinny-dipped, and bathed with opposite-sexed siblings and cousins. Mom might think, "Well, after all she's your aunt." Second, enemas, suppositories, and RT's were common and probably few related them to sexuality and sensuality. Enema bags were often hanging in many bathrooms in plain sight. So your mother probably thought the whole thing was no big deal. Relevant questions to ask yourself are: were you really sick when this happened? Was anything different in the procedure to prolong it or increase your exposure to your aunt? Also, if this was for your aunt's benefit, it would have been likely that your mother would arrange for your aunt to be present for other RT's, enemas, suppositories, baths, medical exams, and the like. Would be interested in any further details or thoughts you have. Interesting topic.

In terms of mummy being kinky well.

I think that that in northern uk at the time that spanking was considered normal as charaters like minnie the minx or beryll the peril where shown in last frame over dads lap getting the slipper 😃.

WillyNilly,

My mother certainly didn't consider my modesty probably because I was the youngest and because I was just out of hospital when she exposed me in front of her friend who'd enquired about my recovery following an operation, I really don't think she considered I would be embarrassed or thought I would have any reason to be even at the age I was. I can give you the details if you want.

I ve just phoned mummy and asked about her being kinky.

she laughed and said.

-oooooo little miss naughty knickers asks if i m kinky.

I think its mummys kinkyness that made her accepting of having a sissy as a son.

So that my 'borrowings' from her frilly drawer where seen as normal between us.instead of me fearing that i d be thrown out or have to le

Nero and johncrossley and any others of the same sentiment are probably correct. My parents, particularly my mother, were quite conservative. OTOH, at this remove from childhood, I kind of like the kinky flavored view!

Growing up. We were often giving humiliating spankings, enemas and rectal temps. I didnt get them often but my brothers would get them weekly. I definitely think my parents were turned on by it. Was no reason for it.

Erin,

Why would your brothers get more RT's, enemas, and suppositories than you? Were they sick or constipated more often? Younger? Or was this most often done by your mother, so she preferred the males? When you did get these procedures were they from your mother or father? How old were you guys? Thanks.

One thing that always made me wonder, was the fact that my Mom bathed me until i was 10 years old. there was never anything overtly sexual about it (though in the years since, there were endless numbers of masturbatory fantasies about what might have happened). it just seems to me that it was later in childhood than most, who begin to bathe themselves at 4 or 5 years old. by the time i was 9 or 10, i was beginning to be a little self-conscious about it, but accepted the situation and never said anything. what makes me very grateful about these experiences, is that they fed my blossoming submissiveness. accepting my Mom's baths when i knew it was a bit unusual, was the beginning of a lifelong love of surrendering to the control of mature Women (and Men). So, even though Mom never went beyond bathing me, She still helped trigger (or at least encourage) my own kinks - - and beyond submission, it also extended to a love of all sorts of waterplay. wonder if anyone else has bathtime stories to share?

My mother seemed to have quite a few "kinks" and fetishes. She definitely had a foot fetish(which she passed on to me)

She masqueraded this as needing to keep the house clean, but she seemed to get very excited when she made people take off their shoes. Her feet were always bare in the house and she made me take my socks off too. She also seemed to have a fetish for slippers. I know she liked spanking me with her slippers.

Mum also liked undressing me. That was a massive power trip for her. I remember for even the slightest thing she would undress me, spank me and then have my in my pjs.

Sadly she has passed all of her fetishes to me!

My parents were dull and boring, very religious and conservative, and if I weren't living proof, I'd never believe that they ever had sex in any way shape or form.

My mother was a "germ freak" and was always paranoid that I'd touch something that wasn't clean and get sick. Whenever I went to the doctor she'd take along a bottle of alcohol and wouldn't let me touch any of the waiting room toys until she'd gotten out a wash cloth, put some alcohol on it and wiped them down. In public when I had to use the bathroom she'd take me into the ladies' room and use her alcohol rag to clean the toilet seat.

I'm positive that as a young child, she never let me spend more than five minutes in a dirty diaper and potty trained me before I was two years old because she thought wet / poopy / smelly diapers were the nastiest filthy things in the world.

Which is probably why I have such a fetish for them now. LOL.

How about seeing girdles, stockings, and bras drying in the bathroom?

That isn't indicative of anything kinky. That's laundry.

In the past, bras and girdles deteriorated in the heat of the dryer. My mother used to hang her stockings and bras in the bathroom because that's where she washed them in the sink. At 5'7" and 125 pounds and in her mid 70's, she doesn't need to wear girdles. I wish I was as tall as she is.

Not really. Once i thought my dad had the desire to be Pete Townshend when he bashed my plastic guitar over my head while i was wearing a Yankees batting helmet. He was a Mets fan & didn't like the Yankees, so maybe he was just acting out.

i did find it a bit odd that up until i was 9 or 10 & we would go to visit my maternal grandparents that my grandmother would seemingly wait until she could hear that i just finished peeing to come into the bathroom & wipe the last drops from my penis with tissue. My mom never did that, so i wondered why my grandmother would (of course i think she was worried her floor would get dirty)

Oh i just read about the girdles, stockings & bras drying in the bathroom. We don't have a dryer, we used to hang clothes outside, but now i have a room for hanging and air drying. So whenever i wash my jockstraps, i hang them between 2 boxers so people can't see them. Remember that whole jockstrap fetish thing is still a big secret from the outside world, but they have to be washed & dried sometime. Thankfully they dry quickly. My dad's swim supporter used to be hung up outside to dry though.

Once I turned 12.5-13years old, I was no longer to wear pajamas while sleeping or hanging around the house. I had to wear just my undies or undies and t-shirt back then it was fruit of the loom or hanes undies. Many times I had my penis inspected by my mother to check my "growth & development".

I remember when I was about 10 finding a couple of electric vibrators under my parents bed. One was obliviously for mom and the other a hand strap on kind of thing was for Dad.

My parents were very secretive about their sex life. There were a couple of times at night I could hear their bed squeaking through their closed door. They also took showers together on occasion in their own bathroom. Like another post here, as I was growing up I believe my parents put books around my room for me to find and read that dealt with puberty and medical resources. They never gave me the "birds & bees" talk or anything like that. Left it mostly up to school to teach.

My parents split up when I was 9. Momma met a guy who had 5 kids. The oldest son was 2 yrs older than me with a twin sister. Another sister as my age and another brother less than a year younger. 5 hormonally unbalaced "tweets" who were far more curious than anyone thought.

We had all heard the parents having sex but none of us was really interested in what was going on behind their bedroom door. We preferred to see if we could make each other sound like that. We started off just innocently looking at each other. I remember wanting to feel the oldest ones cock. It was hard and his twin sister said "let her touch it and tell us what it feels like". So I did. I wrapped my hand around his dick and just left it there. He began to rotate his hips making him even harder. I guess it was instinct to stroke it some...he came so hard...so much. That was my first experience with actually being there for the money shot. It was pretty awesome. Having that control over him. The younger brother begged for his turn. I did the same with his cock. He came even more than the oldest one.

The other two girls were watching and asking me questions. I told them it was fun and they should try it. The boys had different ideas. They wanted us to kiss each other. Touch boobies.

All in all it was a really fun time. We spent weekends together for 5 years in a row. Every weekend we would play around. Even if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend...you spent the weekend nights fukin around with your "sorta" step sisters and brother.