I never felt any attraction to my mother... I mean, physically, I never wanted to fuck her, or even touch her breasts or have her touch my cock. And yet, it wasn't for lack of having sexual desires at a very young age, and very explicit desires.
When I was a young teenager, I came across a box in my parents' room. It was locked, but I was resourceful and quickly figured out how to open it without it being detectable. And of course, hidden in the box were my parents' intimate secrets.
I found a medieval sex toy (no kidding, even back then, the thing was easily 20 years old!), Super 8 video films that I couldn't play because I didn't have access to the viewer my father had, and Polaroids... lots of photos in that very specific square format. In the first photos, I first saw shots of a pussy. A beautiful, hairy pussy, but not too hairy, with well-defined lips. And pictures of a cock, of course, my father's (a nice piece). And there were so many other things, things my young teenage brain couldn't imagine possible.
In any case, this discovery was exciting. I jerked off while browsing the photos, seeing this young pussy, not yet 30, spread, penetrated in so many different ways, and every day that followed, I tried to find a way to go back to that place.
The photos were hot, not because they were my parents they showed, but because they were real. Back then, there was no internet to check out naked girls you might have passed on the street; porn publications and movies mostly showed professionals or semi-professionals. Here, these were real people. I couldn't scan or even photograph these photos, much less steal them, so they stayed in the box.
Years passed, then decades, and my parents died. I searched through their belongings for the box but couldn't find it. On the other hand, I had found piles of CD-ROMs, all over the place. I thought I'd see if there were any family memorabilia that my father had scanned at some point in his life, and you guessed it: they were there. In folders filled with pornographic photos from the early days of the internet, I recognized the photos as jpg files, not Polaroids. I kept them, they're in my archives, and when I look at them now that I'm older than my parents were when they took these photos, I tell myself that they were truly a young couple full of imagination.
In short, this discovery clearly shaped my tastes in pornography, at least in part. “Vintage” is my hobby, and amateur vintage is a must!