So much for covering your tracks...
I discovered porn on the wonderful internets at about the age of 14. I was also a moderate computer geek, so I knew how to cover my tracks by not saving pics and just viewing them in my web browser. I would empty every cache and delete every cookie. I would even hold off on jerkin' off until I could print off the porn I had found and could excuse myself to the restroom, porn in pocket. I would even flush the picture afterwards, just to be extra super sure.

Well, this went on without a hitch for four years. I was a master... I was untouchable. Until that day... I was about 17 and it was a typical day after school. I arrived at my home, with not a parent in sight. Lucky me! I quickly began a casual porn search. My parents arrived home mere minutes after my search had began. No matter, no trouser tent yet. They went upstairs to get the laundry, and I continued my search carefully, my ears waiting for the sound of steps on the stairs.

A minute or so passed, and I heard the telltale sound of my Dad on the stairs. I quickly closed the browser window. I even had a "dummy" browser window behind that with some innocent content. No comment made, I thought I was in the clear...

About an hour later, my Dad and I had to run to the hardware store. Alas, when we were in the car he admitted that he saw what lewd material I was browsing. He gave me a stern talking to.

And it just HAD to be a page full of naughty anime schoolgirls, didn't it?
(Bobstaff, Sat 11 Feb 2006, 8:39, Reply)