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I Didn't Expect to Find Pornography in My 9-Year-Old's Web History
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A father-son talk in the internet age
This was the conversation I was dreading—the one probably every father dreads—and it was happening much earlier than I’d expected. I’d been steeling myself for it all day; I knew neither of us was ready. Watching my boy bound out the doors of his school, all smiles and sprints—I’m free!—I wished he’d slow down. The week before, he ran face-first into a wall of his own curiosity, saw things he shouldn’t have, things that he certainly would’ve kept to himself if I chose to let it go. I wondered what his expression was then.
At 9 years old, Oscar could have easily passed for 12 or 13: He stood 5’2” and weighed 125 pounds. You had to really look at his face—with its lingering bits of chub and soft, trusting eyes—to remember how young he actually was.
“So, I have to talk to you,” I told him, once we were inside the car and away from other ears.
He shrank in the passenger seat, bracing for the worst. I quickly reassured him he wasn’t in trouble, he didn’t do anything wrong, but there was this thing that I knew and it had to be out in the open. I jumped right into it.
Oscar gets easily defensive, always quick to deny wrongdoing—even when he’s told he didn’t do any wrong—and so I expected his reflexive protest of, “No I wasn’t!”
“Ossie,” I intoned, making clear the fact that he was speaking out of turn. "I know you did. For a fact, and lying to me isn’t going to make this any better.”
His eyes darted back and forth, as if looking for an escape hatch inside his own head. He was formulating a plan, something to get out of this situation, and then he stopped. His brow furrowed.
“Wait,” he said, sitting back upright. And then he followed up with possibly the sweetest thing he ever asked me, given the context. “What’s porn?”
I couldn’t help but smile. His defense hadn’t been self-preservation so much as it was genuine confusion. “It’s videos and pictures of people having sex,” I told him. He slumped back into embarrassment. “Oh. Then, yes. I looked at porn.”
A silence hung in the air between us as I tried to figure out where to go from there. He looked at me, eyebrows up and eyes wide open, on alert for whatever would come next. The past winter had torn up the road, and his still baby-fatted cheeks bounced along with the car as we headed back toward our house. The anticipation of my response was clearly getting to him.
“To be honest, I hadn’t really thought this far ahead,” I told him. “I only planned as far as this, telling you I knew.”
Of course, a few million things had gone through my head in the week since my discovery. I wasn’t looking for what I found when I went snooping through his cheapie Android tablet. Oscar loved video games, and lacking the Xbox or PlayStation consoles he desperately wanted, he’d instead watch videos of other people playing games on YouTube. This is a thing, by the way, if you didn’t know. Teenagers and 20-somethings record themselves playing games like Minecraft or Call of Duty, providing voice-over commentary composed mostly of irritating screams and laughter. I hated everything about these videos, from the pointlessness of watching them, to the sub-mental chatter, to the fact that my seething lack of understanding of modern trends meant I was getting old and marching closer to irrelevance. But good parenting doesn’t mean you support every dumb thing your kid is into; sometimes it just means you don’t stop them from doing things because you think they’re dumb.
Still, there had to be limits, and Oscar had recently been made aware of the existence of Grand Theft Auto 5 at another house. For a few weeks, it was “GTA 5 this” and “GTA 5 that,” and I made clear that this was not a game he should be watching, let alone playing. I’m definitely no prude, though, and it’s because of this that Oscar couldn’t understand why I was so vehemently opposed to the game. He relentlessly badgered me to give a him a firm age when I’d let him play it. But how do you tell a 9-year-old that there really isn’t an appropriate age to role-play as a drug dealer who shoots prostitutes in the face? Plus, then I’d have to tell him what a prostitute is. I told him to drop it, that it just wasn’t going to happen in my house. When that succeeded in keeping him quiet, I became suspicious.
I figured something was up when he declared himself tired one night and asked to go to bed early, and could he bring the tablet to bed and just play a few games before sleep? Later, when I went into his room to say goodnight and he clumsily stuffed the tablet under his pillow, it was clear he was hiding something. But I didn’t want to make a big deal of it right then. Bedtime is a very important moment in a single parent’s day. I still had to do the dishes from dinner and make the next day’s lunches for Oscar and his sister, and I wanted very much to be sleeping before midnight.
Later, when I was sure he was finally out for the night, I snuck into his room. He’d fallen asleep with the tablet under his pillow and I had to gently reach under and slowly remove it—a visit from the Truth Fairy. Back in my room, I fired up his browser of choice and typed in the omnibox, “chrome:history,” thinking I was prepared for what I would find. As it turned out, my suspicions were confirmed. He had been watching GTA videos—plenty of them—but that wasn't the first thing I noticed. My brain registered the title of a website in the middle of the history list before my eyes really focused on anything.
I expanded the Page Title column to see the whole thing and was dismayed, but not surprised, to find that Sheila was not the Queen of Analogies. There were several more pages visited in rapid succession, all featuring women giving jobs that had nothing to do with our nation’s unemployment rates. Finally, the browser history showed, a Google search for “sex videos” had led to brief visits in the internet’s nether regions before he’d apparently seen enough. I called his mother the next day.
“So, I have to talk to you,” I told her, and then quickly reassured her I wasn’t mad at her, she didn’t do anything wrong, but there was this thing that I knew and it had to be out in the open. I let her know what I found, and she gasped. I told her the extent of it and she sighed— poor little guy , she’d said. And then I reassured her I would be talking to him about it and she exhaled in relief. We discussed what ought and ought not to be said. I told her I was going to wait a week or so, partly because I wanted to see if he’d go back and look at it again—he didn’t—and partly because I was terrified of the conversation. She laughed and expressed how happy she was that it happened at my house. I laughed and said our daughter’s eventual menstrual cycle was now officially her responsibility. A week later, Oscar was waiting nervously in the car for me to say something else.
I tried to think back to my own childhood, and how my parents would have handled such a conversation. I was a year younger than Oscar when I got my hands on my first Playboy , which I’d kept stashed under a messy pile of Archie comics on a shelf in my closet. The problem was, my folks never found my secret—never had reason to suspect I even had the thing, since it wasn’t exactly easy for an 8-year-old to procure such “Entertainment for Men”—and so we never had anything like the conversation Oscar and I were about to have. The internet has changed all that, with adult websites always a single click away. The content is far more explicit than what was in Playboy , too, and sites like bimbos.com aren’t exactly attracting an audience that claims to visit for the articles.
In some respects, though, this might be a change for the better. Without anyone to provide context to my 8-year-old self for photo spreads like “Campus Cuties,” I was left to formulate my own ideas and impressions of women and how to regard them. I suspect I was not alone in this experience; many men my age still hold on to their adolescent attitudes toward sex—with women playing an almost secondary role—as a badge of their manhood, rather than an experience shared. Technology has allowed our 21st-century boys to more easily access the kinds of things boys have always wanted to see, but it’s also enabled the more vigilant parent to confront these topics head on. Parents never could, and never will be able to, shield their children from the things they’re curious about. Plenty of kids are crafty enough to cover their tracks online. But the browser history may be the single best tool we have to start these conversations, to execute a kind of parental jiu-jitsu and turn these curiosities into something that strips taboo of its power.
“I guess the first thing I want to tell you,” I continued, “is that you didn’t do anything wrong. But you also can’t look at that stuff again, at least not now while you’re so young.”
Oscar, ever vigilant for continuity errors in a rule, asked why he couldn’t look at it again if it wasn’t wrong. I explained that “wrong” maybe wasn’t the best choice of words before clarifying that he didn’t do anything unusual or unexpected. He explained that he wasn’t even looking for that. The basement-dwelling gamer whose GTA video Oscar had been watching mentioned a website called bimbos.com, and he was curious what a bimbo was. He thought maybe it was a wild dog, or some kind of small monkey. When he’d found out the true meaning, though, he confessed to becoming much more curious.
“That’s totally normal,” I told him. “But you’re not ready for what you saw.”
Again, I was ill prepared to explain myself, and I asked him to give me a minute to figure out the right response. Did he need to know the seedy underbelly of the porn industry, the one that has former starlets telling horrible stories of being lied to or even forced on camera? Did he need to know how many billions of dollars the men behind the cameras generate while leaving those same women broke and alone, ostracized by a society that demands the product but shames them for participating? Should I confess my own history, regale him with stories of the olden days, when I’d tie up a phone line overnight so my 28.8-kilobit modem could download maybe 10 still pictures that I'd view the next day? Should I even use the word “history,” with its dishonest implications of some long-ago past?
“What you saw isn’t really sex,” I told him.
“It sure looked like—” he started to say, but I held my hand up in a way that he understands means “Let me finish.”
“Look, you and I can go to the park, bring a baseball and our gloves and a bat. I can throw the ball and you can hit it, and then I can catch it, and we’re playing baseball, right?”
“But then we watch a Sox game, and we see that they’re playing on a completely different level. They’re hitting 100-mile-per-hour fastballs, and leaping over fences to make catches. That’s not the baseball you and I play, but it doesn’t make our game any less fun.”
Oscar just stared at me, quietly waiting for something that resembled a point.
“Those people you saw in the videos, they’re playing a whole different ball game. It’s like Olympic-level sex, and I guess I don’t want you to expect that that’s what most people are doing.”
I told him that someday he was going to have his own sex, and I didn’t want him to be disappointed because his partner didn’t jump right into the things he saw in those videos. That taking it slow and having a connection were important pieces of the process. I also didn’t want him to hold himself to impossible standards that would only diminish his enjoyment. He needed to understand that there were lights, cameras, editing, and Viagra, all creating the illusion of nonstop action. A feeling of pride began to bubble up inside me; I was Superdad, able to leap impossible subjects in a single bound. He could tell me anything, and I’d listen without judgment, respond with patience and, above all, honesty. We didn’t have to hide from each other, I decided.
“Real sex is so much better than that,” I told him. “I enjoy watching the Red Sox, too, but I’d much rather play the game myself. It’s way more enjoyable, and nothing compares to the real thing. Make sense?”
Oscar nodded quickly, almost frantically, then added, “Can we stop talking about this now?”
“Sure, we can stop. Are you embarrassed?” I asked.
“A little,” he said, “But mostly I don’t want to hear how much you like sex.”



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(Somewhat) affordable headsets like the Oculus Quest 2 are slowly but surely making virtual reality porn accessible to the common person. You no longer need a bazillion dollars or the Holodeck to make it happen.
But what are 2022’s best VR porn sites so far? 
From Pornhub’s VR service to Kink and 18+ virtual reality porn sites, there’s a lot to sink your (virtual) teeth into. Believe us, we’ve watched a LOT of porn lately.
So without further ado, let’s get into the best virtual reality porn sites of 2022!
VR Bangers was my first choice for popping my virtual reality porn cherry. The storylines draw you into the drama but keep things hot enough for you to climax. Many of the scenes are in 8K video quality too, so it’s incredibly lifelike.
Some of the best VR porn sites have confusing navigation, making you frustrated learning how to use the controls. However, VR Bangers make the user interface pretty simple so you don’t need to waste time. 
The average masturbator knows that it takes about 20-30 minutes to blow a wad – 5 minutes for professional meat-beaters like myself. Who has time to waste when nature is calling? Not you!
The VR Bangers porno site features over 600 VR scenes that last up to 1-hour – more than enough time to really get intimate with yourself.
XVirtual blew my mind because I never knew VR parody horror porn existed. This type of VR content is perfect for those guys who have a sexually sadistic mentality. 
Who makes up this stuff? I probably spent hours lost on XVirtual, which is unusual for me. Imagine how much time you will spend, just out of curiosity if nothing else. 
Not only are the videos high quality and engaging, but the site is easy to use. Therefore, you won’t need to figure out how to use the features, even if you are computer illiterate. I could jump to the next VR video with ease.
Here are some of the major features:
Oh, how do I love the sound of “free,” especially when it comes to choking my chicken. BaDoinkVR is good for people who do not want to dish out any money on the best VR porn sites.
BaDoinkVR offers a pair of free VR goggles to users who sign up with a new subscription. Good for guys who like to take advantage of sales and get more bang for the bucks they spend. 
Although I don’t need the goggles, it feels good to know that a top VR porn content site is offering a complimentary tangible item for a change.
300+ scenes with over 200 models featured in them is certainly worth noting. And yes, you can expect new content weekly. 2 new videos will see the light of day weekly on this VR porn site.
Always good to have something to look forward to!
When you’re talking about “real” VR porn, this one takes the cake. 
The name “Virtual Real Porn” says it all. This one has classic porn scenes with VR mode, bringing the past of erotica (somewhat) into the future. This site is good for people who just want to watch some good ole porn without all that “extra weird” VR stuff.
The energy of the website is “out there’, but subtle like you would see in 70s porn. Virtual Real Porn features models who are passionately having real, unrelentless sex. You can find every type of porn niche here.
WankzVR is not as good as some of the best VR porn sites on this list (in our opinion) but it still deserves a top position for sure.
3 videos are uploaded a week , so you can watch new porn videos every other day basically. What can I say? I like to watch VR porn regularly.
If you like POV content, then you’ll love this VR porn site because the scenes are close range, almost as if you are there participating in the act.
The ultra HD also brings the scene to life even more. Like a VR strip club!
Categories are easy to find. The search feature will find any models who make your willy jump, so feel free to browse away until you’re satisfied!
Note : some options have unlimited download and/or streaming.
WankzVR got me doing the dougie because the site has almost 1000 scenes with over 1000 models featured in them. 
Talk about VR porn overload! We love to see it.
Some VR porn 8K websites require you to subscribe to save money, but Sex Like Real has a pay per view option for many of its scenes too… great if you’re picky with your porn!
Sex Like Real is easily one of the best VR porn sites right now, with over 50,000 VR scenes in just 1 subscription for multiple websites . Additionally, some videos are up to 2 hours long. 
That’s a long time! Stock up on lotion.
When it comes to pricing, if you decide to do the monthly subscription, you only need to dish out $29 monthly. If signing up for a lifetime subscription is better for you, then you would need to dish out $700 which is significantly higher than the average VR porn site.
Everything about this site is “in your face.” Watching the videos seems more realistic because it follows your head spins everywhere, even in the samples. You could really get lost in this content.
Some of the women featured in the films are well known. 
I know that name rings a bell for many of you in the porn conscious community. You might even see your favorite porn star doing the do in VR mode. 
Some porn stars are listed by the number of likes they got by the users. So, the audience is letting you know who is worth a watch. Sometimes our fellow porn watchers know more than us. 
VR Conk mixes parody and cosplay porn. Perfect for all you cool nerds who are porn connoisseurs.
You can get access to VR videos in both parody and cosplay niches without having to visit two different websites. Sweet! The convenience makes it all worth the effort and price. 
What I like about VR Conk is that not only can you virtually bang the main characters of your favorite TV shows or movies, but you can become them. The Spider-Man POV made me feel like I was in the movie! 
Another example, I watched one video where I became a Mario brother banging Princess Peach . Your sexual fantasies can really come alive on this site.
Additionally, the experience is enhanced with the VR Bangers’ Play’A app. A free app to point out, by the way.
If you are a porn connoisseur like myself, then you would know Naughty America is the real deal. The prestigious reputation should tinkle your interests alone. 
NA has a plethora of virtual reality porn featuring the best type of models doing all types of naughty things. The resolution is in full HD so you can see every little detail.
As a premium member, you get access to non-VR content as well . That means thousands of videos at your disposal. So if you ever get tired of watching hot girls in virtual reality, then you could revert to regular porn in an instant. 
However, Naughty America VR wants you to pay money to access almost every accessible feature. Additionally, I believe NA can do better than 6K resolutions.
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