Back in the mid 80's I was stationed in Omaha Nebraska. A great place to live and a good place to meet nice people. Including one special lady.
I was intimate with this lady when I was living in Omaha. One evening we decided to spend some time together.
She happened to be a little kinky and I was a lot kinky. I had my "toys" with me and we decided to go back to her house to desport ourselves in our particular manner.
When we got to her house, I made sure the front door was locked (scene security; rule 1)
We were then desporting ourselves in her bedroom and everything was going swimmingly. Then I heard the front door open and after what appeared to be about 0.5 seconds later, her bedroom door opened.
Enter the mother
(now if this were a Penthouse letter, it would have ended much differently with a hot kinky threesome. However this was reality.
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Judging from the mother's body language and dialogue, it became quickly apparent to me that the mother
1. Did not know that her daughter was kinky
2. Did not know that her daughter was intimate with me
3. Did not understand the concept of Safe, Sane, and Consensual play
4. Did not understand what was going on
5. Was not pleased at all.
Hurried explanations, more hurried untying, and an even more hurried departure quickly followed. It was .... awkward to say the least
It was lucky the mother did not have a gun.
I learned a very important lesson: Find out if your play partner's mother has a key to the house and has a habit of just walking in, before starting to play. Door chains are your friend.
Surprisingly, I did not get a Christmas card from her mother that year. Go figure.
Sadly, this play date also adversely affected my relationship with the lady. I truly regret the embarrassment she suffered in front of her mother. That was not the intent. That was about 30 years ago and I still feel bad for her. She was a special lady.