First, let me say that I do feel fortunate to have parents that loved one another… and took the family camping.
The first time I remember this happening was when I was 9. We were camping in our motorhome- my older brother, my parents and I. My parents had sex. My brother had the pleasure of sleeping through it. Meanwhile, I layed in my sleeping bag… my parents just feet away from me… the motorhome rocking back and forth… wincing, panting and moaning. At the time, I didn’t realize WHAT exactly was happening. I remember calling out for my brother… and my mom snipping back with a “get to sleep!!” THe humping continued. It continued all that summer and years later.
I hated it. I hated laying there with my parents doing it just feet away from me in the dark. I hated rocking back and forth. I hated that I couldnt help NOT invisioning them. I HATED IT ALL SO MUCH. I started to have temper tantrums and cause problems so that my parents wouldnt take me along camping.
Well… this recently came up… my mother was telling stories and remembering about how I hated camping. Well… I didn’t hate the camping… I hated what they did at night. I didn’t bring that up at the time, but just her trip down memory lane reminded me of why I hated my cummers.
Am I outta line? Or were they? Would you have sex with your kids right there?