The first time I dropped acid I was 14, it was a very strong window pane you could split in 4 and still tripping balls for 12 hours, and I took a whole one. When I came back home at T= 7h, I was still very high and mom became very suspicious when I hug her tight telling how I loved her soooo much. I gladly admitted being high, went on raving about how fantastic LSD was and tried to convince her to have a trip. Needless to say she firmly declined, not in a polite or kind manner to say the least… To her credit, that happened in 1972, at the height of anti-psychedelic drug propaganda.
She sent me to bed (I had school next day) and I discovered COVs in my dark and silent bedroom (thanks mom!). A few hours later, after she went to bed and was sleeping soundly with the help of seconal and valium, I quietly went in the dark living room to listen to Hendrix and Pink Floyd with headphones till dawn.
It was a 100% positive trip, I learned a great deal about myself, the others and life in general. I didn’t cared at all being punished, it was a low cost for such an extraordinary experiment. But mom worried a lot and her barbiturate use spiked for a while. Sorry about it mom! Still love you!
Tripping with your parents is at your own risks. Unless they are old hippies still very open mindeded, the shit can hit the fan.