Someone started a thread yesturday asking if you’ve ever walked in on your parents doing the nasty, but you hardly hear people talk about walking in on their kids. So, has there ever been a time when you came home early and found your son or daughter in a rather uncompromising situation? Or where your parents walked in on you (we can turn it both ways). How do situations like this get handled? It seems for the most part, upon walking in on one’s parents, people tend to leave quietly and try to supress what they’ve just witnessed. As a parent, do you do the same, or raise hell?
I had a couple close calls in high school, but that was my own dumb fault. We had two dens in my old home, one downstairs where my parents would watch their t.v. shows, and one upstairs where my girlfriend and I would “watch movies.” We never got into anything too big, but luckily, we could hear my mom coming up the steps, so that gave us a good ten seconds for the girlfriend to rush into the bathroom or stuff her bra under the couch. So, nothing traumatic from my end of the spectrum, but I’ve lived a very dull life until these past couple years.
Not a personal story, but funny nonetheless. A close friend of my mother’s walked in on her son getting a lovely hummer from his fiancee. Right on the parental bed.
“When you two are finished, let me know. I’d like my bedroom back.”
When I was about 16, Dad went out and my boyfriend and I started having a good time in the family room with the door closed. We lost track of the time and weren’t paying attention to much else. At some point Dad came home and figured out what we were up to. He started banging on the door yelling “No playing stinky finger”
I can’t recall ever being so embarrased in my life.
Someone I know rather well was on vacation in Mexico with her mom. This person met a guy, one thing led to another, and they were back in the hotel room getting it on while mom was out sight seeing. I’m not sure why this story needs to be finished, but anyway, mom comes back earlier than expected, and every conversation they had from that point on contained the word “whore.”
Late one night, girlfriend and I were… ah… engaged on the living room floor. Her folks walked right past us at some point, didn’t say a thing at the time, nor did we notice.
The next moring, at breakfast, girlfriend’s mom tells us to keep it upstairs in the bedroom from now on.
Late one night, girlfriend and I were… ah… engaged on the living room floor. Her folks walked right past us at some point, didn’t say a thing at the time, nor did we notice.
The next morning, at breakfast, girlfriend’s mom tells us to keep it upstairs in the bedroom from now on.
Ah, memories of youth, my first boyfriend, and having to do it at home.
On more than one occasion, we’d be at my place, heavily into it, I’d do yet another paranoid check through the blinds, and see that my Dad had pulled into the driveway. My bf, being the horny bugger he was, would invariably say, “Keep going! Keep going!” And we’d manage to finish, er, clean up, get our clothes back on, and sit there acting normal (with my bedroom door open), watching TV or whatever. I’m sure the air smelled of “sex,” but whatever.
We also were in the middle of an after-school tryst in the drama room at school once when a teacher walked in to find us making out with our hands down each other’s pants. He just kind of smiled, went “Oops!” and left us alone.
There were more close encounters, but I can’t seem to think of them right now…
Heh. The door opens both ways. My college-kid daughter came home two hours early from school just the other day, almost caught Mommy and Daddy upstairs having a “nooner”. Fortunately for our amour propre, she went directly into the bathroom, so I don’t think she saw Daddy frantically struggling back into his U.S. Postal Service uniform…
I just posted this in the other thread the OP was referring to… it’s gotta be one of the funniest things that’s happened. Unfortunately, it means for the time being that I can’t sleep over when I come home from college to visit 'cause they KNOW that we’re having sex when we’re left alone for long enough. Gotta love that late teen years sex drive.
My husband came home one afternoon and found my 16 year old daughter’s dog chewing something suspicious on the kitchen. He pries Precious’ jaws open and confronts a used condom. He tosses it in the garbage and relates this charming scenario to me when I get home. Would I believe she was just playing with condoms? No? They belonged to her friend Jennifer? No?
One of the poeple I know was making out with her boyfreind in his rrom, and the boys mom walked in and saw them , and she started to yell and scream and call her various types of whores.
Her name was natascha. Shes 15, and 5 months pregnant.
Well, my mom once told me to be quieter or at least less conspicuous by telling me that she had to tell my dad we were moving furniture. I guess his denial let him believe we would rythmically move bookcases around my room, or something… But besides that, and the fact that Natalie just had my child, no, I don’t think my parents have ever been confronted by the fact that I’ve had sex.
My mother’s only ever walked in on a fairly tame bit of necking one summer, and blew up at me . . . . after that, I kept my sex life at other people’s houses til I got my own place.
My dear friend, in the days before she became my across the hall neighbor in my apartment building, once got herself into a very bad situation.
She was living at home with her mom. Her boyfriend had come over to make dinner–hot wings. They made dinner, ate it, and then went into her room to “watch tv.” They were getting their grope on, and my dear friend (we’ll call her “person X” and her boyfriend “person y”) started screaming. Her mom walks in the room while she is doing this little funky dance thing. Apparently, person Y didn’t wash his hands after eating hot wings…and then proceeded to put his hands in the goonya area. Stupid boy. Silly burning goonya girl. Her mom just started laughing when it dawned on her what had happened.
**Cervaise[/]b, that was hysterical! Thanks. Also funny, Ghandi.
I think my best is one evening in high school, when I had off from work, my girlfriend and I decided to enjoy my night off and “get it on”.
Well, she’s never been the quiet sort, and only a minute or two went bye when there was pounding on my ceiling - my room was in the basement.
About seven years ago, my wife and I had this happen to us. At the time, she was my girlfriend…both my parents worked, as did my sister, and I worked nights, so I was used to having the house to myself most days. On one day off, my g/f came over, and we began messing around in my room; one thing lead to another, and soon we were going at it, full blown (pun intended) wild crazy sex…
When in walks my mother.
She had heard some banging around and a moan, and thought I might have fallen out of bed (my bed was built on top of a large dresser, like a very elevated captain’s bed, to utilize space in my tiny room), and came in to check on me.
So there she stands, watching in shock as her son and future daughter-in-law are prancing like crazed monkeys.
“Oh, my,” she says with a flush (and finally catching our attention).
“Uh, hi mom,” I say as my poor, mortified love shouts and buries herself in the covers, “What’s up?”
My mom turned and quietly left the room.
She did apologize later, with one admonition…“I hope you’re using protection!”
