Kinky Behavior Or Arousal Of Parents

I never really thought about it as kinky until years later, but I was friends with three brothers, all about a year apart in age. The middle brother and I were in the same grade. I was friends with them from third or fourth grade until high school graduation. Their mother was divorced, a rarity at the time. Every summer I remember hearing their air conditioner wasn't working. It was very common to find the brothers playing in the back yard naked. When I went to visit, I got naked with them. The first time was pretty awkward. They were in the backyard and their mother helped me undress in the kitchen and then walked me to the back yard.

Frequently, their mother would sit under a tree in the shade and watch us play naked. We never thought anything about it. Sometimes a neighbor lady would sit under the tree with their mom and watch us. The mom would have one of her sons get more iced tea for them. The neighbor looked like someone's grandmother.

If you spent the night there, all of us got a bath. There was only one bathroom and it had a tub, no shower. Two of us would bathe together and mom would wash us. She never lingered anywhere and always seemed business-like. She would undress to her bra and panties and sometimes she got wet. Bathing and drying us off never took more than fifteen minutes or so. We stayed naked after our bath and slept naked. Her sons said they slept naked as long as they could remember. I asked if their mom slept naked too, but they didn't know. The next morning we would stay naked until she gave permission to dress. From time to time I would spend the weekend there and we were naked from Friday afternoon until Monday morning when we dressed for school.

With three sons I guess she had to be strict. If anyone, including me, needed a spanking she used a metal spatula. You would lean over the arm of the couch and she would spank until you thought you rear was melting off. No matter how old we got, she always brought us to tears. She made everyone else watch the spanking and then the offender would have to stand in the corner, then stay naked. If she told you to do something and you were slow about getting it done, you could expect an iron fist grabbing your crotch and squeezing. You never needed to be told again.

The mom thought she was an artist but she must not have been any good because she never framed anything. About all I ever saw her draw were pencil sketches of one or more of us naked. Sometimes an artist friend or two would come by and we would have to pose.

Like I said, I never thought about this being strange or how different it was than the way things were at my house. It just was. If you wanted to visit there, those were the rules. Looking back on it I suppose it is possible she got off on having boys under her control. Sometimes there might be six or seven of us with a couple of extra moms around and it all seemed normal to me at the time.

I never really thought about it as kinky until years later, but I was friends with three brothers, all about a year apart in age.. It was very common to find the brothers playing in the back yard naked. When I went to visit, I got naked with them.

Sometimes an artist friend or two would come by and we would have to pose.

Like I said, I never thought about this being strange or how different it was than the way things were at my house. It just was. If you wanted to visit there, those were the rules. Looking back on it I suppose it is possible she got off on having boys under her control. Sometimes there might be six or seven of us with a couple of extra moms around and it all seemed normal to me at the time.

Interesting account and it somehow strikes me as being something that would have been fun in a certain way at times.

But on a practical note, what did your parents think of it? Were they OK with you playing naked with your friends and there being other grown-ups around? Did they even know? I used to go nude swimming at the Y and my parents thought nothing of it, but I doubt they would have been so enlightened or carefree when it was at a neighbor's house.

Also, even if other friends of their moms hadn't been invited over, I'm certain neighborhood gossip would have gotten up to full steam. That seemed to be the case in the suburban subdivision where I used to live. You couldn't plant a strawberry patch without everyone knowing. So kids playing naked with other grown-ups visiting and artistic posing going on - I can imagine the gossip mills churning overtime.

How was that handled? And if it's not too private, when was the general time frame and where?

No... and i thought of that lots of times, incredibly i´ve never noticed anything

Agracier, my mother was visiting on more than one occasion and never said a thing to me about it. Other moms were also there from time to time and as far as I know they never said anything to their boys. From time to time somebody's sister would show up, usually with her mom when picking up or dropping off a boy. It wasn't uncommon at all. As far as I know, no one really thought anything positively or negatively about it. The brothers' mom said keeping them naked as much as possible in the summer saved on laundry. I think money was very tight for them. This took place in the 1960s in a small mid-western town.

I have always wondered about the one and only enema my mother gave me. I was four years old and she took me and my three year old sister into the bathroom I watched her fill the bulb wondering what was going to happen. then i saw her pull my sisters pants down and pull her over her knees. She smeared some Vaseline on my sister's butt crack and pushed the nozzle into her. I got all excited since i had always secretly loved getting my temperature taken that way. My sister protested and said it hurt but my mom just said it's good for you. When she was finished she let my sister sit on the toilet while she filled up the bulb again.I couldn't wait for my turn and I was not dissapointed. I will never forget that first enema as long as i live. She never gave me another and the only time i ever asked she told me that i didn't need one and that i shouldn't think about such things. She caught me giving myself one when I was eight and punished me for it. I don't know why she gave my sister and I those enemas when we were little but when i said something about it decades later she turned red and told me that I couldn't possible remember that. I just wonder if it was a fetish of hers. I know that since that day it's been a fetish of mine.

I think my Mom was aroused by my enema highjinks when I was young. Once I asked her to help me with an enema; she did. And when I asked if I could go down in the woods just below our back yard and let it go, she didnt put up a fuss/

Well my mother gave me both enemas and suppositories when I was a child. I think she thought it was for my health but as i got older I thought she might have been doing it for other reasons. she left the bad hanging by the toilet almost daily.

Absolutely based upon kinks. My temperature was taken rectally, and enemas given with aunts or a neighbor lady who was my baby sitter present. I was most always nude during these incidents.

Some might think being nude is a kink. Me, I don't think it is but depends on what you think yourself. My mother didn't care about being nude at times. At times I was as well, sure was at morning shower time. Nothing sexual about that. I'm sure she wasn't aroused by seeing my cock. One time when I was 14 she looked at it when I pulled my foreskin back in the shower and asked me if my girlfriend liked it. That was when I'd just started going to bed with my girlfriend. I think mother was only happy for me not aroused. Maybe remembering something of her own younger days as well. Hard to say, didn't ask.

Yes ....no doubt my mom was aroused by giving me enemas

I know my mother did when she gave me 2 enemas a week up until I was 14.Since around 10 or so, I would ejaculate on her bare legs, although she rarely acknowledged it, I am sure she liked what she was doing.

Freshman year of high school. I went to another students house for a ride with the father. The mom always wore a see through negligee in the morning. She also went out to get the newspaper in the same outfit. Since hubby was a brewery exec, I guess she was a trophy wife for him.

The maid in one mansion wanted to show me the master bath. Everything was mirrored...ceiling and walls. The heat/ac vent was slotted mirror. The owner of a national company had the dining room decorated in tucked and pleated velvet with a mirrored ceiling.

I went in another millionaire guest house through the kitchen and one of the 30 something relatives was eating Captain Crunch in her see through nighty. The estate manager said good morning and she did the same as we walked through.

I got off topic here but hoped you enjoyed my experiences of the rich and famous.

Among other things, my mom was an exhibitionist I believe. She never did it when my dad was around, but when I was home and he was at work or travelling she went topless a lot.

Also, I think the thought of me masturbating aroused my mother. She generously supplied me with porn and lubricants as a teenager and requested/demanded that I not let my dad know that she had bought them for me.

I suspect one or both parents had some kinkiness because I do and my brother admitted to me that he did too. Where did we get it? Just a theory but I think it can be passed down like other behavioral traits. My mom and dad also hosted a lot of adult parties that included stripping games and a lot of sexual innuendo. And my mom was known for her striptease act when she had had three or four too many drinks.

My mom and dad also hosted a lot of adult parties that included stripping games and a lot of sexual innuendo. And my mom was known for her striptease act when she had had three or four too many drinks.

It must have been fun sitting at the top of the stairs after being traditionally put to bed and sneaking out to watch the adults playing around downstairs ... ha ha

My parents actually planted the seeds of my kinks in my head when I was about 12. They'd send me off to my uncle's every weekend so they could get drunk and fuck, and on Sunday morning my parents would come and get me.

After a while my dad thought it would be funny to embarrass my mom on the ride home, and tell me what they were up to. A lot of the time it was about anal sex, and one Sunday my mom had enough, and told me something like "And I put my dildo up his ass!" That pretty much shut him up.

I didn't think guys liked that sort of thing, so when I was able and alone, I tried a finger, and liked it, so I started playing with my ass regularly, and here I am.

No but my dad put ideas in my head.

Then denied it when i tried to use him as an excuse.

No but my dad put ideas in my head.

Then denied it when i tried to use him as an excuse.

How so? Couldn't you say a little more and put some detail on it?

In the past, before my birth, my mother was a hippie girl and I know that she enjoyed a lot this life style of the flower-power movement, even with all restriction who was enforced in our country by our ex communist authorities.

Anyway, after my birth, my mother has changed a few things in her life-style, becoming a bit more conservative.

However, I had a few early memories of my life when I remember that being younger than 4, I shared my bathtub many times with my mom and during her holidays, we often visited some clothed-optional beaches where we both enjoyed the sun reys "au naturel".

After I reached 5 years old or so, I don't have any more memories with her naked, but I know that under her supervision I continued to be a casual nudist anytime was possible. At home, during the summer time I was let to run around naked / bottomless almost daily - inside the house or in the backyard, and while we where on the beach - just regular beaches - I continued to be nude (just me) up to I reached 11 years old and (except for a few minutes while I had to change) I started to wear a speedo swimsuit like most of the other kids who was around my age.

I'm pretty sure that in secret, she enjoyed to see me naked. She almost insisted to drop all my stuff from the waist down any time was possible while we were at home, or in the country side at my grandparents house, but also during our holidays on The Black Sea.

Sometimes I was really shy and embarrassed to be seen like that while we had company, especially after I reached 8 or so, and some things stated to be a bit weird by me. I'm also pretty sure that she also enjoyed to see me embarrassed every time was possible.

I remember being 4 or 5yo. When mum would bath me she would give my little penis a good wash. I'd usually get a hard-on. I secretly think she enjoyed it

When I was 7, 8, or 9 (?), my mom used to give me enemas occasionally. I don't know if there was anything erotic about it or not, but then I wouldn't have known because I was so incredibly naïve about such things.

Later, after my "awakening" (see first time post somewhere on this site), I'd go snoop through my mom and dad's bedroom. This was a frequent occurrence, as I was home alone almost every weekend night. One night, I was 12 or 13, I found that my mom had gotten a vibrator. I used that thing on myself a lot over the next few years.

Dad also had a bunch of porno mags. I got to know every photo in every mag intimately, as I remember.

At one point, they also got a box full of 8mm movies. I'd set the projector up, watch the movies, and masturbate for what seemed like hours. They even had one movie simply labeled as "Dog". It was interesting, but that's a subject for a completely different forum.

My bedroom was directly above theirs and was not much sound insulation between the two. I could hear them going at it every so often. They would also talk about such things after I had gone to bed, sometimes at the table in the kitchen. I'm sure they thought I was asleep, but I wasn't and some of the conversations that I got to listen in on were pretty interesting as well.

The only full bath with a tub in the house was upstairs, across the hall from my bedroom. Mom used to come up and take long baths after I had gone to bed. I remember she had dad install a hand-held shower nozzle on the faucet. It was not a shower per-se, just a tub with the nozzle. Eventually, the hose broke and the metal casing on the hose peeled back, leaving a long, exposed black rubber hose attached to the faucet. For some reason, my mom did not have dad fix it right away, and it remained like that for some time. I sure enjoyed it, as it was great fun to play with and the hot water felt great going up my rear. I think mom and I both started taking a lot more baths.

Hahaha, this one time I pissed off my mum and like usual she spanked me. Only this time it was with a whip that had multiple ends, and at that age I was soo confused.

Later, I learned that whip had other neferious purposes.

She denies it to this day.

My Dad drove cross country semis. I remember him coming home and he would sleep in our bedroom, because it was to loud downstairs. My Mom usually went up to spend time with him. When we got middle schoolish age, we noticed the bed creaking. They made up some excuse about the bed

After us kids, my Mom paid us to leave the house. It worked.

After us kids, my mom paid us to leave the house.

So funny, the same thing happened to me. Dad came to me and said he has a realtor friend, and he had five grand to help with a down payment.

I took him up on that, real quick. This was in the late 70's.

My parents were rather open about their sexuality up to a point but they were very discreet about the actual sex act itself. They kissed and touched each other more frequently than most couples. Once in a while, I saw her feel my dad's crotch to see if he was aroused. My mom seemed to be able to read non verbal ques that my dad wanted sex. When he came in the door after work, they would embrace and kiss. Often she would tell him she was going go put her "thing" in and they would both go upstairs for a while. By the time my sister and I were about ten or so, we finally told her we knew what her "thing" was and she just started referring to her diaphragm.

At home, my mom kept her birth control stuff in the bathroom and made no attempt to hide it at all. If she had her diaphragm in, the empty case along with the tube of Koromex jelly would be out on the vanity. She douched when she removed her diaphragm so it was not hard to figure out that she had intercourse recently. Her "feminine syringe" , that was what she called it, hanging in the shower was a sure sign she had sex recently.

At home, I don't recall ever hearing them do it. On the other hand, at the cabin in Vermont you could hear the bed squeak when they were fucking. The squeaking had three different unmistakable rhythms. The most common pattern, the bed would squeak for a few minutes and then stop for several minutes and then start again. At the time, I assumed that pattern was associated with my dad being on top of my mother. I don't know what the other two rhythms were, perhaps my mom on top??? Sometime that on and off again pattern would go on for a long time, more than an hour. The end was always the same with the bed squeaking in that particular normal slow rhythm and then it would go faster and faster until there were exactly three loud bed squeaks about a second apart right at the end. I assumed at the time those last squeaks happened when he was ejaculating. My mom was very vocal talking dirty during sex so you could not miss the end.

Dita

I was in the early stages of puberty and constantly horny and liked to snoop around my parents bedroom. I remembered being younger, about 10 maybe, and my mother had this vibrator that strapped to the back of your hand. One time she had me lay on the bed and buzzed my shoulders. Then for a few moments her hand was on my butt. What a sensation! I turned to her, told her I really liked that and asked for more. No, that was enough. Nothing like that happened again. (Except for a rectal thermometer incident when I was 15, posted else where,) Years later friends told me they probably used it for sex.

I wondered what else they had in their bedroom. Being the oldest I was often left to babysit my younger sibs giving me undisturbed access. I found that vibrator in my mother's dresser but was too naïve to know how it was used. In my fathers dresser I found a box of condoms and porn mags. They were soft core but for someone jerking off to pictures in the Sears catalogue this was pure gold. Under the mattress was a big find. A classic rocked vibrator, an candle that was larger around then the vibrator and a couple of sex novels. In Dad's closet I found the projector and several 8mm sex movies.

I discussed these findings with friends who enlightened me about sex toys. Obviously they fucked, hell there were six kids in the family but candles and vibrators? The first XXX film I watched confirmed that girls had pubic hair! What did I know at 12? Pubes wouldn't be shown in soft core mags for years to come. One of the films showed a woman using a dildo. My Mom did this? For years I would imagine her doing this as I jerked off. One of the times I watched a movie laying on their bed I had taken one of his rubbers and tried it out.

As always it was friends who educated me as to what my parents were up to they would describe to me in detail the things they were doing to each other.

My parents didn't mind us living there, they enjoyed the company.

Nights would come and my mom would give us money to leave the house for the night. If we had friends spending the night, they got paid also. As we got older, the price kept getting higher. Now I understand why!

In recent years I have had some very intimate discussions with my mother. She has known since I was in my early to mid twenties (and my father has known since I was a teenager when he saw me and my Sherema bag and colon tube hanging in the bathroom after a night of masturbating and giving myself enemas) that my husband and I are a very kinky couple. This was most likely brought to light when my mother found a business card for DV8/Purple Passion at her house which apparently fell out of my purse on a visit. She asked my brother if it was his, and like the good brother that he is, (he really is a good brother) he told my our mother the card must have been mine. (Thanks, bro.) Any way, in our intimate discussions, I learned that my mother was an absolute whore for my father and she was the one who really taught him how to fuck.

I was an only child in a 2 bedroom home, bedrooms separated down the hall by a bathroom. Mom and Dad had sex every night, soon after bedtime, that I know of, when I was awake and aware. This was from my teen years up into their 60's when I would visit home, as a single man, and later with my wife and later with our 2 children. We could always hear them humping soon after bedtime, nothing extreme or vocal, just a lot of movement. Mom always wore a nightgown with no undies, we could see her pubic area through the gown at times. I'm glad they had a good sex life!

My father had a deeply sadistic streak, and found inflicting pain to be sexually gratifying, however he was terrifyingly abusive with it,

I rather suspect that I have inherited pain as one of my kinks, certainly I get aroused as a voyer of pain.