These Stories Of The Most Freaky Things People Ever Caught Their Parents Doing Are Straight Up Nightmare Fuel
Ever walked in on your parents doing something you REALLY wish you had never seen because now you won’t ever be able to UNSEE it? I think you be pretty hard pressed to find someone out there who hasn’t.
That being said, I doubt many of us have had the often traumatizing experience that these folks who shared their most embarrassing “walking in on their parents” storied over on Quora.
I might have nightmares tonight just from reading some of these stories.
In high school I worked part time at Arby’s. I busted my rump and worked like a slave during my shifts because I really enjoyed that job and I needed the money for gas, phone bill, etc. I would often come home sweating grease and smell like a rancid onion just freshly peeled. This particular night, a fucking Friday of course, was absolutely horrid and filled with the usual slack of Co workers and griping, hateful customers. When the clock hit 10 I hung up my grease stained hat and apron, giving a large mental middle finger to the place and wishing my Co workers a good night.
Now I should note I did not get off any earlier or later than I usually did.
I arrived home at my expected time and sluggishly half walked/half crawled down the hall towards my bedroom. I had to pass my parents room in order to do this.
An orange blur in the corner of my eye appeared.
I turned to look and-OH GOD!-my dad was buried between my mother’s thighs and lo and behold her orange socks was the blur that caught my attention. I shrieked in surprise and disgust whilst running like a mad man to my bedroom. Now not only was I dead tired and exhausted from a hard day at work…my stomach was threatening to regurgitate its contents.
My mom still denies it to this day. I call her “orange socks” and she gets irritated haha. Or, more hilariously, Agent Orange. ~ Alexandra Bagale
I was 16 and in bed. My father was prudish but my mother not. My bedroom was at the bottom of the stairs up to their room. Apparently my mother decided to cheeky flirt by tossing cold water onto my dad in the shower so he got out and chased her, trying to hug her while she had her good work clothes on. Anyways, I’m minding my own business with my CD player and headphones on and it’s 10:45-11pm.
I don’t remember how or why their bedroom door opened because my mother was laughing too hard but my dad ended up rolling down the stairs and into my room. Naked. I’m looking in shock and keeping my eyes up at his face as he covers his junk and he yells at ME! He’s like, “Amanda! Go to your room! And I was so flustered I just said, “but, daddy! I am in my room!!!” He got up, careful to keep his butt and privates hidden and he’s like, “Good! Go to sleep! I’ve told you about these headphones. I don’t want to see this again.” And I just snarled back “I don’t wanna see this again either!”
My mother was about dead by then. Her laughter was silent and she’d slid to the floor as my dad did what sounded like the fastest upstairs naked dash ever. ~ Amanda Zawjatunazmul
I once walked in on my mother lancing a huge boil on my father’s inner thigh, right at the moment when it popped at about a pint of clear fluid, pus, and blood came running out on to towels that they had put down for this purpose. Well, the part that didn’t fly across the room and hit the wall when it popped.
My father would get these boils on his thighs and butt that were very painful for him and also hard for him to reach as he got older. They would sometimes go to the doctor to have them drained and then the hole would be packed with cotton. But sometimes, to save money, my mother would just take care of it for him.
Imagine a zit/blister about the size of an apple. That’s what it was like.
The smell was just as bad as the sight. Rotten cottage cheese is the best way to describe it. My mother had her nose plugged to do it. ~ Jamie Barth