That Time My Mom Found My Porn Stash [Kitten’s Story Time]

Good Morning Friends!

I hope you all are having a great day. I was sitting here curled up, fingertips itching to write, when this story floated across my mind. I can look back now and smirk at the hilarity of it all. I hope it gives you a grin too. Here we go…

I’ve always been the “black sheep” of the family. When it comes to sex, my parents were always quite hush hush about the subject. In fact, I don’t think I ever got “the talk”. Ever. So much so, that my first exposure to anything sexual came when watching “American Pie” at age 16. In the scene where Nadia was on the bed pleasuring herself, I found myself perplexed and intrigued as to what masturbation for a female was all about. Since that moment, I never looked back.

Now this particular story comes at age 23. I had just moved into my first home. I had a partner of several years. Things were fine. My mother flew in to visit for a week, and all was well. But my mother loves to tidy. In fact, she is a bit on the neurotic side of organization. So when she came to visit she became a whirling tornado of cleaning supplies and reorganizing everything in my house. When she gets into these clean sweep modes, I have long learned to just step back and let her do her thing. So…. on this particular day, I did. I decided to head out and go shopping. I asked her if she wanted to come, but she insisted on helping spruce up my tiny home. Okay, fine. So I left.

Several hours later I came home to find my mother sitting quietly on the couch looking like…

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I look at her and blink. “Um… Ma….” I say slowly, approaching her like a bear that may or may not pounce, “is everything okay…?”. Slowly her head turned to stare at me. “I found something” she said in a semi-dramatic tone. Now keep in mind, I had no idea what she could have possibly found. And given that at the time I was living in the South, I’m thinking: “is it a snake??” “a spider? WHAT IS IT???”. I nod moving to sit on the sofa next to her.

“I found you… doing stuff” she said quietly, looking mortified.

Now it took a moment to register what she had just said. She found me doing stuff? What stuff? What is she talking abou— ….. oh shit. Now my eyes begin to bulge and my heart starts to pound. She found my personal collection of porn. That booklet of Polaroid pictures that had been taken over many passion fueled sessions! GAH! She found the pictures of me giving blowjobs and posing for the camera with cum on my face! OH GODS! She found the pictures of me laying splayed proudly as cum dripped from my slit. LORD, TAKE ME OUT…. NOW! My cheeks began to burn as we sat there for easily 60 seconds in silence.

“I saw a picture of you suck–” she started. “Yeah, I know” I said quickly. Again, we fell quiet.

“And there was one of your va–” she meeped. “Mom–” I blushed crimson and covered my face. Talk about awkward!

Now I was needing a paper bag to breathe into, right alongside of her. “Well… at least my mom knows I’m kinky?” I thought to myself, trying in vain to lift my spirits. “I tore it up” she said flatly. Then it was my turn to look absolutely shocked. “What?!” I yelped. And then…. she exploded.

“You can’t be showing your hoo-ha for the world to see on pictures!” she roared, “Why are you taking pictures of your private parts?! Do you want the world to see your VAGINA?! Huh??”.

At this point my jaw about hit the floor….

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“…. I mean…. no?” I said slowly. Okay, so I’m a kinky girl with a bit of a wild side (at least back then), who proudly shared a naughty picture with a friend or two. But! I understood that my mother would never understand being kinky, so I went into damage control. After holding the shredded contents of my now-destroyed porn stash in my hands I sighed. “Sorry Mom” was all that I could muster without snickering to myself.

So what made me reflect and share this story with you today? Well, I was thinking about how it feels to expose yourself on camera, especially during an intimate act. At first, you feel exposed (as you should feel). You’re being captured on film (or digitally) in the moment. It’s likely that you have no make up on and you’re certainly going to be naked. But then there is the thrill of being captured in a photo like that. After it’s all over you can look back and get a rush thinking, “fuck yeah…. look at what a little kinky girl I am“. Or, if you’re a guy, I suppose you can look back at yourself and think, “Mmpf… I pounded her good“. You get the idea. There is an adrenaline rush in looking at your own porn.

So my porn got destroyed.

I guess that just means I’ll need to make more. *winks*

Alright, that’s it from me for today, my friends! I hope you enjoyed this silly story and it gave you a smile. I know I was smirking while typing it. Stay tuned for the next post. Have a wonderful day, and as always, keep on smiling! 🙂

~Penny Xx

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