Thus thread brings back a lot of memories... the worst of which is getting busted by my Mom.
I had found a porn mag on the way to school. I sneaked it into the house with my school books and hit it under my mattress... bad choice. After enjoying it for a few days, my Dad met me at the door when I came home from school one afternoon.
"Your Mother found something when she was changing your bed," he said, "I don't care where you got it. Just get rid of it."
That was all that was said and I did as I was told... only I got rid of it where I could find it again.....
That was the first of several stashes along the way was I was growing up... and the only one that was discovered.