Porn Stash Stories

[whatnow3]

Not quite a stash story but probably not worth a thread of it own...

Being a teenager in the 80's meant neighborhood video rental stores. I joined one when I was 17 so technically I couldn't rent X rated movies. But being a regular I became friendly with one lady that worked at the store. I would guess she was in her late 20's early 30's, Bleach blonde big 80's hair, cute face and what now would be called a "curvy" gal or plus size model.

The way this store was set up, the empty VHS boxes were on the shelves. There wasn't a separate porn section, they were just on the top shelf throughout the store. So being a horny teen, one day I decided to test my luck. I grabbed a couple comedies and one porn movie and brought the boxes to the counter. She took a look at my selections, did a double take on the porn and then smiled at me. She asked to see my drivers license and I figured I was "busted". She smiled again then went and got the tapes I had chosen, including the porn. She smiled as she handed them to me, then told me "don't tell anyone and have a good night!" After that it became a regular thing when she was working.

[abr1]

Yes. My dads. A great collection over the years, some of which is enjoyed to this day in his honour

[pedals]

I'm not sure if it is in the genes or learned behaviour.

My mum and dad had a pretty decent stash when I was growing up. This consisted of a fair number of magazines, some fairly kinky ones and some contact mags. Not to mention quite a lot of polaroids and photos. As you can imagine, quite eye opening, not to mention educational. I'm guessing after a while, they figured out that I'd been viewing, as they began locking the bedroom door, when they were out. However, I always found ways around it.

This was not just a one way thing. I too had a fairly decent stash. Nothing quite as kinky as my parents but not bad. I did occasionally catch my mum scanning through the magazines, whilst she was cleaning. She never said anything but no doubt shared them with my dad.

After my mum passed away, my dad re-married. Although, as expected, the old stash he had with mum disappeared, a new one appeared. Quite surprising really, as outwardly my step mother is quite shy and reserved. By then, things had moved on from print to more modern media. Stored in a shoe sized box, plenty of DVDs. Mostly commercial featuring well hung black guys. Not to mention a significant sex toy collection.

Although my adolescent stash is long gone, I still have a significant amount.