When I was 14 months before I lost my virginity to an older woman, I was a horny, nervous mess. I had tons of porn mags, videos and so forth. I had quite the stash hidden in a trunk my mom knew about and was naturally quite suspicious of what was in there, after all it had a combination padlock on it.
I should also say that in the early 90s when all this was going on, my folks were still doing it. There was only one bathroom in the house and it was right through their bedroom downstairs.
If I heard them when I had to go I’d either run through the room if it was bad or just pee in any jug type thing I could find. I once pissed in a jar I had left in the closet and forgot about because of trying to avoid their nocturnal activities.
One night it must’ve fell and leaked downstairs somehow. My mother felt drops of something on her head leaking through the ceiling. She was downswing of there was a leak in the house but it wasn’t raining so she naturally came upstairs searching.
Long story short my ever crazy dad beat the crap out of me after finding out I bag fell on her head. Out of al the hundreds of times he went at me, I believe this was the one time I actually deserved it.
The problem was if he was in my shoes I think he may have done the same in not wanting interrupt their little escapades and wanting to avoid it period. My mother knew I knew but my dad didn’t. He just kicked my ass for the pee issue.
My mom ever told him to my knowledge, but it would’ve just given him more reason to kick my ass. I’m thankful for her not telling him, but the bathroom issue woke come up again as it did for anyone in that house late at night.
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