I grew up in a household where we rarely wore more than just our basic underwear. My dad and I would routinely walk around in just boxers and my mom almost never wore a bra. While they never purposely had sex in front of me they definitely flirted and were handsy with each other. There were several times that I recall my dad coming up behind my mom, giving her a hug, and then fondling her breasts for a moment before she would playful tell him to stop and push her away. Likewise she would come up behind him and stick her hand down his pants.

They waited until I went to bed to really get after each other. My bedroom was in a loft so it was open somewhat to the rest of the house below. There were a few nights that I would hear my mom moaning loudly and hear the slapping of skin on skin.

If I got out of bed and went to the edge of the stairs I could lay on my stomach and be hidden but get a view of the living room below. There were several nights that I remember sneaking out of bed and seeing my mom lying on the couch with my dad eating her out. They would then stand up and I would see my mom giving my dad a sloppy blowjob. It was my first time seeing anything like that. Over the years I saw them in just about every position possible. I don’t think they ever saw me from my perch. I did once pretend to need a drink of water so I remember slipping down the stairs quietly while they were turned the other direction and otherwise occupied. I snuck into the kitchen and turned to see my dad cum on mom’s face. They cleaned up and I made a noise so they eventually noticed me in the kitchen. I think that one must have scared them because it was months before they had sex in the living room again.