Monday, 11 January 2010


Belive it or not, I'm writing this post while talking on the phone to my mom.

As sexually open as I am, nothing irks me more than my mother talking about the sex she's having (or, to be exact, not having) with my dad.

Mom, I don't wanna hear about E.D., about the fact you haven't had any in a while. I'm happy I no longer live at home, sleeping in the bedroom right under yours and hearing you having sex once in a while. I'm still drinking to try to forget that and it's been over 20 years.

I used to tease my ex about his parents having sex, in very kinky ways and hinted they obviously belonged to a swingers club or two. He was terribly disgusted by the idea and it was hard trying to get "things going" right after I said something like that.

It was funny thought. :)

2 comments: said...

Bof ... never bothered me hearing my parents have sex. In fact I masturbated a couple of times to their moans and groans. I bumped into them a couple of times, I discovered my fathers stash of mags and video-cassette porn too! Sex is sex and I love it regardless of who is having it.

Anonymous said...

Once i was walking back to my place, in downtown on a summer night, then my ears start to pick up some type of animal sound. More like a owl, and of course I was looking everywhere to see when it was coming from.
The back alley is where the sound is getting louder.
It was a grampa and grandma having a hardcore intercourse on a outdoor bench.
Wonder what if you catch your own gramp doing it...