When I was about 12yo my parents were divorced. My dad blamed it on my mom because she drank a lot and often. That was bullshit because my dad wasn't much better. The reason for their divorce was the fact that my dad fucked around on my mom.

Before they divorced my mom would go see her family that lived about 6hrs away. She would go for two or three days at a time. While my mom was away my dad would bring home various women he met at a bar or a woman from his office, sometimes women from our neighborhood.

During those times I had free reign to basically do whatever I wanted as long as I wasn't around when my dad fucked his women. He fucked them during the day or late at night, I guess it depended on when they could get away from their husbands.

Normally I stayed away and when I came home I would hit the fridge and disappear downstairs to my bedroom. Sometimes I would leave the sound off on the tv, listening to that familiar moaning sound from the woman in my mom and dad's bedroom.

Then one night I came home late and saw a car that I knew very well, I had ridden in that car many times with my best friend and his family. Since my bedroom was downstairs I could slip into my bedroom through the window I left unlocked.

Sure enough as I slipped inside I could hear the woman moaning loudly. I stood in the dark and looked up to the ceiling. I just had to know if it was my best friend's mom or not. I took off my shoes and began to climb the stairs, inching the door open so it wouldn't creak as it would do. Around the corner I went and the woman's voice was much louder, she was begging for my dad not to stop what he was doing to her.

I inched my way to the hallway that led to the bedrooms, making sure not to make any noise if possible. I jumped, the woman let out a loud gasp screaming she was going to cum again. For a moment there was silence, just heavy breathing could be heard. I stood like a statue in the dark hallway just outside the bedroom door.

The woman moaned again and saying oh my god yes! With my heart pounding I leaned forward and peeked around the corner to the bedroom. There were no lights on but the street lamp outside filled the bedroom with enough light to see what was going on.

The lights didn't have to be on for me to know it was Brenda Johnson, my best friend's mom, I knew the voice and I could see her face well enough in the shadows. She was laid back on pillows against the headboard, my dad was laying between her legs licking her pussy, she just came over and over so many times until she begged my dad to stop.

Brenda Johnson became a regular at the house when my mom was away. It's the only time I ever sneaked upstairs to watch my dad have sex with anyone. One night I was watching them go at it and I lost my focus of staying hidden. Suddenly Mrs. Johnson eyes were looking at me, she didn't even try to stop my dad or cover herself. I watched my dad climb on top of her and fuck her brains out, she knew I saw everything. Honestly I waited for the shit to hit the fan, surely she would tell my dad that I was hiding around the corner watching them have sex.

The next time my mom went out of town Mrs. Johnson's car was in the driveway late that next night. I watched them fuck all over again and Mrs. Johnson knew I was there watching them have sex. I was maturing and began to masturbate not long after this. At first I found my Dad's porno magazines. Then one night I started to masturbate and thought about Mrs. Johnson.

I came like a volcano within minutes, thinking about her mouth on my hard cock, just the way she would do my dad. I didn't even bother with the magazines after that, just the thought about Mrs. Johnson and I would explode all over myself.

Their affair ended when my dad got sick a few years later. I moved away eventually and met many women that were great in bed, but none of them could make me cum as good as the idea of me having sex with Mrs. Johnson. To this very day the fantasy of having sex with her still gives me the most powerful orgasm ever.