Do you have fond memories of things your family did when you were a child that were unique to your family compared to the other kids in school? Maybe your family did unpleasant or embarrassing things that you'd like to forget altogether? Please share them.
When I was 7 years old I stumbled upon a collection of VHS tapes in my parent's bedroom and decided to watch one. It was a homemade porn of my parents, not unlike the amateur porn that abounds online today. Something about the tapes drew me to them and I would watch them after school every day before my parents got home from work.
One day I forgot to remove a tape from the VCR and my stepfather was waiting for me to return from school. He was holding one of the VHS tapes in his hand and told me that he found it in the VCR. I was afraid. Sometimes my dad would fly off the handle for small indiscretions. He looked me firmly in the eyes and said, "So, you like to watch..." paused then followed with "Now you're going to watch..."
From that day forward my parents often had me sit in their bedroom to observe them having sex. I would be seated in a chair facing their bed, beside me was video camera on a stand recording them, and both of my parents on the bed.
For my 'sweet sixteen' birthday, my parents had me participate in a threesome with them, my dad and I clawing at my mom's hot little body as she pleasured us. It was the first and only time I was told to participate. After that, the sessions and my presence in them ceased.
For years I hadn't told anyone and I thought what I had done was normal. When I caught wind that it was uncommon, I refrained from speaking about it.
It's something that made my family different from others. Today, I'm not entirely sure how to feel about these events.
When I was 7 years old I stumbled upon a collection of VHS tapes in my parent's bedroom and decided to watch one. It was a homemade porn of my parents, not unlike the amateur porn that abounds online today. Something about the tapes drew me to them and I would watch them after school every day before my parents got home from work.
One day I forgot to remove a tape from the VCR and my stepfather was waiting for me to return from school. He was holding one of the VHS tapes in his hand and told me that he found it in the VCR. I was afraid. Sometimes my dad would fly off the handle for small indiscretions. He looked me firmly in the eyes and said, "So, you like to watch..." paused then followed with "Now you're going to watch..."
From that day forward my parents often had me sit in their bedroom to observe them having sex. I would be seated in a chair facing their bed, beside me was video camera on a stand recording them, and both of my parents on the bed.
For my 'sweet sixteen' birthday, my parents had me participate in a threesome with them, my dad and I clawing at my mom's hot little body as she pleasured us. It was the first and only time I was told to participate. After that, the sessions and my presence in them ceased.
For years I hadn't told anyone and I thought what I had done was normal. When I caught wind that it was uncommon, I refrained from speaking about it.
It's something that made my family different from others. Today, I'm not entirely sure how to feel about these events.