I remember when my wife and I were still dating, and her little sister (age 15) walked in on us. She later asked her mother if Pa had ever seen her without her pants before they were married!!! Luckily for me my MIL is the type to bury her head in the sand and ignore this type of thing, unless we were actually doing the wild thing in the kitchen she would totally deny it.
( btw - Been married 19 years in March)
:eek: I think I’d pass out if I ever caught my folks during the act… especially considering they’re seniors. (shudders)
Well, it comforts ME anyway. My parents loved and adored each other, and I am so VERY glad that I happen to know that this was so. Of course, I KNEW that, but I have to tell you that my particular “ahHAH” moment occurred when my parents were in their early seventies. Yes, their early SEVENTIES. (I was a "late-in-life baby…an OOPS child, if you will.)
So anyway, one day I knocked on the door, which wasn’t answered, so I assumed the parental units weren’t home. I therefore used my key and walked into my ancestral home. (Sorry, I have been infected by Jester’s very amusing thread.) Anyway, my parent’s bedroom door was closed, which is a thing I didn’t remember ever having seen happen before. This was confusing, so knocked on the door (having been taught to do so as a child, hmmmm) and my mom said…“who is it?” I said Cheri, is anything wrong? Upon which my mom said “No, but it isn’t the best time. Could you please go away? Unless you are having a problem, in which case we will be right out.” Ummmmm…no, mom, I just stopped by to say hello. “Well, hello and we will visit some other time. If you want to come back in an hour or so…?”
I admit this confused me, but I obediently left and came back in an hour. When I got there, mom was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea, and dad was nowhere in sight…but I could hear the shower running.
I admit I am a dummy. I admit I was oblivious to the fact that my parents were still in love. I admit that I said…“Mom, is everything okay?” Mom said…“Everything is just FINE, honey…Darling, you have to realize that your dad and I…LOVE each other.” Well, mom, I KNOW that…what is the point? “Cheri, you are NO LONGER A CHILD…do I have to draw you a PICTURE?”
Oh. OH!!!
Of course, my inward response was “YUCK!” I retained enough brains to not SAY that. And besides which, mom was sitting there with this …LOOK… on her face that said it wouldn’t MATTER to her if I said “YUCK”, so I just said hello, gave her a hug and noted the fact that she was WEARING HER BATHROBE!!!
I went on my way, still bemused.
And you know, now that mom is gone, I am grateful for that memory. My parents were married for 58 years. I am so happy that they were physically loving to each other right up until my mom got ill. It gives me peace. Well, they were STILL physically loving AFTER she got ill, but I assume not in the same way. Not that I would know.
NOT that I don’t understand where you are coming from, because I DO. Just…someday it might comfort you as it does me. That’s all.
My love,
Cheri
PS…Toddly, I am so sorry. I hope life allows you the love your parents didn’t find.
Cheri, may I just say that that’s an odd but lovely story. It made me smile 
Here’s another one like Scottichers
My grandmother recently (shortly before my wedding) gave me advice, in very graphic detail, on how I could continue to have a satisfactory sex life when my husband and I reach their ages (she’s 87, he’s 91.)
Honest to god quote from the conversation: “Well, he doesn’t quite get hard enough to penetrate, but if he lays behind me like spoons he can rub his penis in my outer labia. He just enjoys it like there’s nothing better on earth.”
It’s seriously a wonder I’m able to have a sex life at all, since I can’t get that damn conversation out of my head.
<vomit>
I agree with Scotticher.
I wish my parents still loved each other and wanted to touch each other in love.
I also agree with the OP.
The knowledge that they were in love would be enough. I don’t want to actually see it ! :o
It could be worse. You could walk in and find that only one of them was your parent. And the other one was one of your teachers. And they were the same gender as the parent they were having sex with.
All this could be prevented if your parents used vaseline. You smear it on the…doorknob to keep the kids out.
Scotticher
Really enjoyed your post. My parents died young, and at the time I walked in on them, I was awfully young myself. But later, when I figured things out, I smiled and was glad.
Spouse and I (old, dried up fiftyish prunes that we are) have a lock on our door, and use it.
Me too. Thanks
My darling Fran, I never said we weren’t an ODD family…
But I am glad it made you smile. It still makes ME smile, too…which I guess is the point.
Scotti’s story made me smile, too. What can be more wonderful than two people going through life and adoring each other?
So, what I really don’t get is how realizing your parents have sex is so horrible. That’s how you came into the world. I really don’t get the Awful thing. I’m trying to think of the myriad of psychological reasons why this seems to be so regarded as “Yechh”, but, I just don’t get it. Just ain’t there. Please explain!
This is one thing I never had to worry about. My parents split up before my first birthday and my mom hasn’t so much as been on a date since then.
See Opal, that is me so far, and I fear that I will now be the old cat lady.
Are you on any medication? If not, I suggest you get some!
I’ve never walked in on my 'rents, who have been happily married for thirty years, but I have noted some library books lying around the house that suggest that at least one of them … umm … feels the need for improvement.
Those books, and my dad’s bookmarks in Internet Explorer, were two things I never needed to see.
I would have had to scoop out my eyes if I ever walked in my parents. But I never did. Dodged a bullet there.
However, I agree with Scotticher. I also want to ask some of you this—if you think it’s so “icky” to think of older (however you defiine “older”) people having sex, do you look forward to getting “too old” to have sex yourself? Do you begrudge these people enjoying themselves? What age is “too old”? Who gets to decide? What if, when you reach that age, (whichever age you decide is “too old”) you don’t feel too old? Should you stop doing it, in order to not gross out the youngsters?
It’s one thing to actually witness the horror yourself, (which is way TMI, naturally) but it’s another thing to be grossed out at the concept of it. I mean, really.
Was not a problem for me as a child, I was taught better and they had locks.
Not a problem as a parent as I had locks and I taught my children better.
As an old Guy (59) I can tell you that it does get better and those with all the hang-ups are missing life. IMO
:: IMO anyone who has watched a porno flick or read porn and in either case got aroused and still makes the silly statements about what their parents do in such a manner as some here have, do not deserve a good sex life. IMO ::: can you say hypocrite? ::: :smack:
Nice. Very nice.
Heh. Having met & engaged in extended conversation with you, I can honestly say that I really don’t see that happening.
Seriously, once word gets out yer looking, the fellas’ll be lined 'round the block.
What, you think guys all of a sudden decided not to be interested in trim blue-eyed blondes?
I’m seconding the kudos on a nice story, Scotti, though it left me a little wistful, too. (At least, I THINK it did. Can you be wistful for something you never had?)
My bedroom was right next to my parents in a house with paper-thin walls. I don’t recall hearing much in the way of squeaking springs from in there.
Heard more than my share of raised voices, though.
Fortunately, I’ve discovered what I suppose my parents were missing. We plan on having to lock the bedroom door for another 70 years.