Parent Sex destroys minds.

Meh... by the time most kids are coming to the realization that their parents actually had to have sex to make them, I'd already gotten well through puberty and started some sexual experimentation. So the concept never really bothered me. They had sex. They continued to do so throughout my childhood, and until my mom finally gets a clue and divorces the schmuck, they'll probably continue to have sex.

At least they never asked me to watch. I know a girl who's parents did that to her... and it took her and me a LONG time to help her get over it.

...

Why?!

Were they trying to boil her mind on purpose?!?!!?

Dad was a sick bastard and mom was a narcissist. They weren't thinking about her, at all. Dad just wanted ... well, you can guess, and Mom wanted someone else watching her.

I'd say they should be shot at birth, but then that would destroy the existance of your friend.

Just...

Actually, I can't really say anything against it. I think they should have thought a little harder about what they were suggesting and how to put it forward, but otherwise, if people want to do that, who am I to oppose them? I am in no place to dispute their moral stance based on my own.

Ah, fence sitting, the beauty of being true neutral.

No finding your Grandparents Viagra destroys minds...

Hardly. That's only evidence of pontential octogenarian copulation. First hand evidence of parental fornication trumps that.

Never bothered me for whatever reason... the Viagra.... did...

The thought of chemically enduced sexual arousal disturbs you?

Na it's the grandparents...... For some reason it just bothers me...

Oh, so the thought of old, wrinkly balls dangling in front of weathered skin thickly applied with that strange, soul-deadening red lipstick just makes you shudder, eh?

Thanks... I might be skipping lunch today...

It's the false teeth being removed and placed in water before the administration of fellatio that really gets you, right?

O.o.... ahhhhh I'm now scared for life...

Oral sex will NEVER be the same.

Stop it. If the thought of his grandparents, lying naked in bed, glistening with the sweat from their recent exertions as they cuddle disturbs him, why would you keep putting mental pictures in his head? I mean, to describe how his grandparents would get all excited and go after each other like a couple of horny teenagers is just plain MEAN.

Particularly when you go into great detail about how their sagging, wrinkled flesh slides past and over itself with every motion, and all the liver spots stand out on their flushed skin.

Thanks guys... No really I mean it... Now I'll never have to worry about money cause I'll never have kids. And allready know I can support myself.

Any time.

What's so bad about parental sex? I'm a parental and I ain't givin it up. Honestly what's the hangup guys?
And no, I've never cared about it. I knew when my parents didn't want to be disturb and eventually as a teen, why.

Absolutely, and if you ask any of them they'll say so. Then they'll go out drinking, whoring, lying, dropping birth control like it's candy and despising that Jenny who lives down the road, she thinks she's so much better than us because she has a nice car.

Truly, Catholics are known for the pious, steadfast dedication not only to the one commandment their man-god gave them but all of the abitrary rules accumulated in seventeen centuries of Popes in funny hats.


Always, my friend. Always.


Maybe that explains me? Since I was ten, my dear father has been informing me (with demonstrations) about many of his sexual conquests. Among them, notably, my mother and an ugly one-armed aboriginal woman (from Australia) whose carpet did not match the drapes in an unexpected way.


See? I told you it would.


Honestly, I don't know why people think becoming a parent is going to make bad people suddenly good, wholesome and reliable.


Since you've already done so (by suggesting that they should have done what they did in another way, at least) go nuts, eh?

Keep in mind that people of my acquaintance have promised to kill me if I ever attempt to go into politics as I'm more than enough of a liar and have a love of brutal efficiency, so my views of enforcing one's own moral code may be one you wish to examine for picking up.


It can't. He's fine with me.


He gets this from old person sex, and I get nary a whimper from clown sex?!

That's it. Next time, I'm going to be more descriptive. And lengthy. It's going to be a very long Hollywood sex scene type of deal. Angles and everything.

Or you could just go with old clowns, for twice the disturbing.

...point taken.

When I want to get disturbing, you'll know. In fact, if I get as bored at university this semester as I have for all the others, I'll probably spend some time scratching down some scenarios. See just how many ways I can write perverted sex.

Wait a minute. I think I've actually done that before. A long time ago, on a forum far, far away, I used to write tiny little pockets of perversion. 250 words on a prompt I received the day before and I must say, I was pretty damned good at it. A little too good, really. Now that I think back on some of the stuff I did do, and what I'd mentally prepared to do, I should probably be locked away in some sort of asylum.

Unless I'm in one, in which case, carry on.

That might be the kicker.... Clowns don't bother me... now Old Clowns... *shudder*

Why do people challenge me like that? I mean, now I'm going to have to find a way to disturb Zasp with clowns who aren't old to double his crippling images of sex.

PLEASE NOOOOOO!
no kinky old clown sex writing for you!

and wait..so some ones parents made them watch them having sex? or i must of missed something a wile back...

Aside from the usual refrain of "there are people in this world who sexually molest their own children", no. Someone here knows a girl whose parents offered to let her watch. Subtle difference.




The challenge in writing old clown sex will be to make it creepy rather than try to make it sexy.

Maybe I challenge you because I wanna see how bad you can make it...

Sooo...
I'm 22, live in New York, play too much WoW (considering making a character for the LFG guild but I don't know if I can handle another alt at the moment ) and I should have skipped this page as I hate forced introductions.

Woohoo for you?

This is becoming more and more disturbing with nearly every post. Also having less and less to do with the original topic.

/wave

Walin reporting for duty. Just nothing icky, please.

You are out of luck my friend. Prepare for icky-ness.

You are out of luck my friend. Prepare for icky-ness.

You continual double posts give my brain a hernia.

Walin, let me be the first to offer you a position in the Musketooges Corps.

D'oh. I wanted to be a muskestooge.

Then you need to post faster, harder and more insane.

"Among them, notably, my mother and an ugly one-armed aboriginal woman (from Australia) whose carpet did not match the drapes in an unexpected way."

Verbose, tell me more.

Faster and harder? But then I'll be done posting at all for at least 10-15 minutes.

Then you need to work on your stamina too.

Stamina AND Vigor? I dunno, suddenly it doesn't seem worth it as much.

It's a hard life as a muskestooge.

Hi, name's John, or JB...either works

I'm 30 (eek!), I live in South-East England. (In the town the UK version of The Office was based, incidentally)

I love games. If I'm not playing a game (computer, table-top, board, whatever) then chances are I'm thinking about it.

I found LFG a week or so ago, from a link on PVP. I like several webcomics, but I'm too lazy to list them.

So that's me done.

Congratulations on summing your life in a small paragraph.

What can I say, I'm a man of few words. And braincells.

But mainly words.

Well, legend goes, he bent my maternal parent over the couch and thrust his hips vigorously.


The life isn't all that's hard, eh? Eh?

You clearly don't drink enough.

I'm just thankful he didn't discover obscure sexual positions until after he stopped having sex with my mother. Those are awkward enough when demonstrated without the addition of me being turned on

Parts of my life are hard. Then they are soft.