It becomes ridiculously easy to forget what is appropriate when you work in a store like mine. It stops being a taboo subject when you're around it all the time. I've been told to shut up when loudly discussing erotica, and I've caught myself mid-spiel at family gatherings educating my Nana on silicone lube. It's pretty pervasive. I'm not the only one to have these problems, and it's not just the mind set, it's the stuff you accumulate. Like giant plush penis pillows, and bottles of lube spread in a cavalier fashion around the house. Molly was spending the day with her four year old brother, and brought him to her apartment. She was surprised to realize her apartment wasn't as PG as she thought. By that I mean she had invested in a naked man calendar which was displayed prominently on the wall. The month it was on was a close-up of the guys dick while he leans back and and gives the viewer smouldery eyes.
Her kid brother looks up at the picture and stares. Molly had that "oh, fuck" feeling when he calmly announced, "That's his penis!" She agreed and distracted him with her cat Luna. He then wanted to watch a movie. She was telling me this story and at this point she said her movie pick was Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. "Molly! That's not really kid appropriate!" She replied indignantly that there wasn't any really overt sex, she thought it would be fine. And it was until the bit where Scott pokes the lesbian behind the knee and she explodes during an orgasm. Her brother watched intently and ten minutes later into the movie asked why she had been moaning. Molly said that's just how she exploded and he seemed to accept this. She was hoping he would forget about it. The next day in the car he said, "Remember that part where he poked her knee?" And then he started to imitate her moans. Molly is in such deep shit when he parrots her in front of their parents.


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