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What A Carry On!
My childhood memories of my parents and funny films.
My mother was not one for PDA — public displays of affection. I don’t recall her ever giving my Dad more than a peck on the cheek, whether in public or in our home. And she was very uptight about risqué jokes. My Dad had a loud and distinctive laugh, and would rock back and forth, slapping his leg when he saw something hilarious on TV, while my mother would sit stony-faced.
As kids, we were not sure how to react. Some jokes were over our heads. My sister and I would talk afterwards, and laugh at how uptight my mother was. “It’s a wonder I was even conceived,” I said. In all the years I lived at home, I never heard my parents having sex. But then they did send my sister and me off to boarding schools. Perhaps that was so they could finally be alone and enjoy some kinky fun. I doubt it got beyond missionary. But who knows? They certainly spawned a son with some very kinky ideas. Perhaps my mother was yelling out, “Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, lick me, don’t stop!” But I will never know. As a family doctor, I am sure my Dad knew his way around human anatomy.
When I was 13, my Dad invited me to go on a road trip for a few days to visit two old ladies who were friends of his late mother. In the evening, we…
