Watching porn and recognising a family member

Came across a story of a woman watching an 80s porn film and recognising her dad. She was so focused on her dad, she didn't realise her mum was in a threesome sequence with him.

Anyone recognise someone they knew from a porno?

The woman's story

It was a complete shock to me, a few weeks ago, when I was watching porn and I clicked on a clip that looked interesting. It was called “Vintage Natural Blonde, Natural.”

It was pretty good. The Blonde had late 80s hair, and I was focusing on her breasts as the guy took off her bra, when suddenly I saw him — my Dad.

He had a big head of dark curly hair, and a late 80s mustache — kind of a Freddie Mercury look. I have seen that exact look in our photo book. And he was about to nail this natural blonde on camera. Damn! But the clip ended before any action. It was only two minutes of my Dad, doing foreplay. I didn’t see his penis — thank God.

Since my Dad passed away ten years ago, I had to call my Mom to ask about this strange discovery.

“Mom,” I said. “Did Dad do porn?”

There was silence on the other end of the line, which answered my question. Of course, if your dad never did porn, your mom would immediately say, “Huh? Are you crazy? Who would want to watch that jerk have sex?”

“I don’t want to talk about your father,” my Mom said.

They had a bitter breakup in the 90s, after I was born. It was probably my fault; I was as much a pain as a toddler as I am as an adult. He took off with a woman my Mom called “The Slut.” I never saw much of my Dad. He spent most of his time climbing mountains. He did K2, Everest, all that shit. Like he was trying to prove something to somebody. I was never much impressed.

But this. Being a porn star. This was impressive. I had to see more. I wondered what his porn name was. I called up my Mom again.

“Mom, what was Dad’s porn name?” I asked.

There was that same silence. Oh, shit. So he did have a porn name. Of course he did. But she didn’t want to tell me.

“Alright Mom,” I said. “Tell me this. What street did Dad live on when he was little?”

“Same street he lived on when he met me. Main street.”

“Alright,” I said. “What was the name of his pet as a child?”

“His pet?”

She thought about it.

“He had a fish he called Freddy,” she said after a while.

Freddy Main!

I went to Google. Nothing. I went to Youporn. Nothing. But then I went to Pornhub. I entered the name Freddy Maine. This time I spelled it like the state. Bingo. Up came Freddy Maine. And it was my Dad. He was in like ten movies in the 80s. You can Google him yourself, if you want to watch my Dad banging an 80s chick.

It was weird. Having never spent much time with him, I had of course never seen his schlong. But in a movie called Meat Sandwich, in which he and another guy double team a “busty brunette,” there it was. My Dad’s johnson. It was amazing. Big and beautiful.

I started to weep. I was filled with such heartfelt and sincere admiration. For the first time, I felt respect for my father.

Freddy Maine. My Dad. Doing porno out in the valley in the late 80s. Like something out of Boogie Nights. Doing blow. Having orgies. Driving around in a Datsun 280Z. I’d seen photos of that car, the one that said “Just Married,” on the back after he married my Mom, who….

Oh, shit.

Suddenly I recognized that busty brunette in the meat sandwich.

No.

It was like a hole was opening up around me and I was being sucked down into a dark abyss.

My Mom… was the star of Meat Sandwich. I mean, I guess she was the meat filling.

Oh, my God.

I tried to turn it off. I clicked on the stop button. But it just kept playing. A nightmare was coming true. I was watching my mother have sex with my father. And another man. I pressed and pressed the button but I couldn’t make it stop. Then everything started spinning. I felt myself being sucked into a vortex of darkness.

Help! Somebody help! Make it stop! Please make it stop!

The horror. The horror…
 
Came across a story of a woman watching an 80s porn film and recognising her dad. She was so focused on her dad, she didn't realise her mum was in a threesome sequence with him.

Anyone recognise someone they knew from a porno?

The woman's story

It was a complete shock to me, a few weeks ago, when I was watching porn and I clicked on a clip that looked interesting. It was called “Vintage Natural Blonde, Natural.”

It was pretty good. The Blonde had late 80s hair, and I was focusing on her breasts as the guy took off her bra, when suddenly I saw him — my Dad.

He had a big head of dark curly hair, and a late 80s mustache — kind of a Freddie Mercury look. I have seen that exact look in our photo book. And he was about to nail this natural blonde on camera. Damn! But the clip ended before any action. It was only two minutes of my Dad, doing foreplay. I didn’t see his penis — thank God.

Since my Dad passed away ten years ago, I had to call my Mom to ask about this strange discovery.

“Mom,” I said. “Did Dad do porn?”

There was silence on the other end of the line, which answered my question. Of course, if your dad never did porn, your mom would immediately say, “Huh? Are you crazy? Who would want to watch that jerk have sex?”

“I don’t want to talk about your father,” my Mom said.

They had a bitter breakup in the 90s, after I was born. It was probably my fault; I was as much a pain as a toddler as I am as an adult. He took off with a woman my Mom called “The Slut.” I never saw much of my Dad. He spent most of his time climbing mountains. He did K2, Everest, all that shit. Like he was trying to prove something to somebody. I was never much impressed.

But this. Being a porn star. This was impressive. I had to see more. I wondered what his porn name was. I called up my Mom again.

“Mom, what was Dad’s porn name?” I asked.

There was that same silence. Oh, shit. So he did have a porn name. Of course he did. But she didn’t want to tell me.

“Alright Mom,” I said. “Tell me this. What street did Dad live on when he was little?”

“Same street he lived on when he met me. Main street.”

“Alright,” I said. “What was the name of his pet as a child?”

“His pet?”

She thought about it.

“He had a fish he called Freddy,” she said after a while.

Freddy Main!

I went to Google. Nothing. I went to Youporn. Nothing. But then I went to Pornhub. I entered the name Freddy Maine. This time I spelled it like the state. Bingo. Up came Freddy Maine. And it was my Dad. He was in like ten movies in the 80s. You can Google him yourself, if you want to watch my Dad banging an 80s chick.

It was weird. Having never spent much time with him, I had of course never seen his schlong. But in a movie called Meat Sandwich, in which he and another guy double team a “busty brunette,” there it was. My Dad’s johnson. It was amazing. Big and beautiful.

I started to weep. I was filled with such heartfelt and sincere admiration. For the first time, I felt respect for my father.

Freddy Maine. My Dad. Doing porno out in the valley in the late 80s. Like something out of Boogie Nights. Doing blow. Having orgies. Driving around in a Datsun 280Z. I’d seen photos of that car, the one that said “Just Married,” on the back after he married my Mom, who….

Oh, shit.

Suddenly I recognized that busty brunette in the meat sandwich.

No.

It was like a hole was opening up around me and I was being sucked down into a dark abyss.

My Mom… was the star of Meat Sandwich. I mean, I guess she was the meat filling.

Oh, my God.

I tried to turn it off. I clicked on the stop button. But it just kept playing. A nightmare was coming true. I was watching my mother have sex with my father. And another man. I pressed and pressed the button but I couldn’t make it stop. Then everything started spinning. I felt myself being sucked into a vortex of darkness.

Help! Somebody help! Make it stop! Please make it stop!

The horror. The horror…

This is not going to end well.

Excellent.
 
Came across a story of a woman watching an 80s porn film and recognising her dad. She was so focused on her dad, she didn't realise her mum was in a threesome sequence with him.

Anyone recognise someone they knew from a porno?

The woman's story

It was a complete shock to me, a few weeks ago, when I was watching porn and I clicked on a clip that looked interesting. It was called “Vintage Natural Blonde, Natural.”

It was pretty good. The Blonde had late 80s hair, and I was focusing on her breasts as the guy took off her bra, when suddenly I saw him — my Dad.

He had a big head of dark curly hair, and a late 80s mustache — kind of a Freddie Mercury look. I have seen that exact look in our photo book. And he was about to nail this natural blonde on camera. Damn! But the clip ended before any action. It was only two minutes of my Dad, doing foreplay. I didn’t see his penis — thank God.

Since my Dad passed away ten years ago, I had to call my Mom to ask about this strange discovery.

“Mom,” I said. “Did Dad do porn?”

There was silence on the other end of the line, which answered my question. Of course, if your dad never did porn, your mom would immediately say, “Huh? Are you crazy? Who would want to watch that jerk have sex?”

“I don’t want to talk about your father,” my Mom said.

They had a bitter breakup in the 90s, after I was born. It was probably my fault; I was as much a pain as a toddler as I am as an adult. He took off with a woman my Mom called “The Slut.” I never saw much of my Dad. He spent most of his time climbing mountains. He did K2, Everest, all that shit. Like he was trying to prove something to somebody. I was never much impressed.

But this. Being a porn star. This was impressive. I had to see more. I wondered what his porn name was. I called up my Mom again.

“Mom, what was Dad’s porn name?” I asked.

There was that same silence. Oh, shit. So he did have a porn name. Of course he did. But she didn’t want to tell me.

“Alright Mom,” I said. “Tell me this. What street did Dad live on when he was little?”

“Same street he lived on when he met me. Main street.”

“Alright,” I said. “What was the name of his pet as a child?”

“His pet?”

She thought about it.

“He had a fish he called Freddy,” she said after a while.

Freddy Main!

I went to Google. Nothing. I went to Youporn. Nothing. But then I went to Pornhub. I entered the name Freddy Maine. This time I spelled it like the state. Bingo. Up came Freddy Maine. And it was my Dad. He was in like ten movies in the 80s. You can Google him yourself, if you want to watch my Dad banging an 80s chick.

It was weird. Having never spent much time with him, I had of course never seen his schlong. But in a movie called Meat Sandwich, in which he and another guy double team a “busty brunette,” there it was. My Dad’s johnson. It was amazing. Big and beautiful.

I started to weep. I was filled with such heartfelt and sincere admiration. For the first time, I felt respect for my father.

Freddy Maine. My Dad. Doing porno out in the valley in the late 80s. Like something out of Boogie Nights. Doing blow. Having orgies. Driving around in a Datsun 280Z. I’d seen photos of that car, the one that said “Just Married,” on the back after he married my Mom, who….

Oh, shit.

Suddenly I recognized that busty brunette in the meat sandwich.

No.

It was like a hole was opening up around me and I was being sucked down into a dark abyss.

My Mom… was the star of Meat Sandwich. I mean, I guess she was the meat filling.

Oh, my God.

I tried to turn it off. I clicked on the stop button. But it just kept playing. A nightmare was coming true. I was watching my mother have sex with my father. And another man. I pressed and pressed the button but I couldn’t make it stop. Then everything started spinning. I felt myself being sucked into a vortex of darkness.

Help! Somebody help! Make it stop! Please make it stop!

The horror. The horror…
Bullshite, I remember reading that exact same story in the B block bogs - stall number 6.Fally. It was in Penthouse #269574 (October 75) the letter was the 3rd one down just after the lucky bastard who had knocked on his neighbours door to borrow some sugar only to get invited in by a blonde nympho and her two best friends.

I was laughing so hard I stuck the pages together.
 

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Came across a story of a woman watching an 80s porn film and recognising her dad. She was so focused on her dad, she didn't realise her mum was in a threesome sequence with him.
Yes, of course you did! :rolleyes:
 
There once was a chap who'd been away at sea for six months. When his ship finally got into port, he quite naturally went seriously on the piss. At the end of the evening he decided, rather belatedly, that he needed the tender ministrations of a whore. Problem was that he only had about a tenner left to his name.

He went into a likely looking establishment and explained his predicament to the madame on the desk. She told him that he wouldn't get much for a tenner, but to go up to room fifteen. He did as he was bid and entered a gloomy room without a stick of furniture. As his eyes became accustomed to the light he perceived that it was entirely empty.

He was about to leave when he saw in the corner of a room, a lone duck. He wondered what the hell he had let himself in for. However, it wasn't a bad looking duck - nice tail feathers. 'What the hell', he thought. He let down his trousers, picked up the duck and attempted to have his evil way with it. After much quacking and desperate flapping of wings and a shower of feathers, he came to his senses and realised what he was doing. Feeling disgusted with himself, he threw down the duck and stormed back downstairs to the madame.

"You must have something better than a bloody duck for ten pounds", he protested. The madame directed him to room eighteen. He did as he was bid and found himself in a darkened room full of men seated and watching a large screen at one end of it. He saw on the screen the rather welcome sight of a buxom black girl going down on an equally generously proportioned white girl.

He took a seat and nudged the chap next to him, "Hey, this is a bit more like it". The other chap said, "You should have been here five minutes ago, mate. There was some ******* clown trying to shag a duck!"
 
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Fang_Farrier

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Could be worse, you could of recognized yourself in a porn movie!

Allegedly a small piece of black nasty over your laptop's camera can help prevent that
 

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