Today marks the 10th year anniversary of the day my mom found out my dad was cheating, and I can't think of a better time to share my tale.
Mom and dad were really close, and nothing indicated that something like that was happening. I was actually with her when she found out. I was showing some funny image to her online while dad was out washing the car, and as I turned the screen on, it was on dad's email account and we found some pretty graphic e-mails he exchanged with Susan, mom's best friend at the time, and someone I personally considered family, that gave no doubt of what was going on. She wasn't surprised. She said she knew she wasn't fulfilling daddy and he had to look for what he wanted elsewhere. Like it was her fault when it wasn't.
Mom, Cassandra, asked him for a divorce and not half a year later they were in fact separated. I stayed with mom. She knew that I, unlike her, held a grudge on dad and Susan for doing what they did, so on the times that followed the divorce she almost had to force me to visit him and Susan, who were now living together. In the 4 years that followed, mom maintained not only her friendship with Susan, but also her friendship with my dad, which meant Summer Holidays together, Christmas together... a lot of stuff together actually. Including a Saturday night dinner and night out for the two ladies and a game of poker with me, my dad and his mates.
Mom and Susan didn't like the fact that the young adult I was at the time had to withstand the cigar smoke that dad and his mates made on poker night, so they were always trying to get me to go with them. One night I gave in and swear to never do it again. Susan and mom were in their early 40's at the time and if I was on the shoes of an innocent by-stander and not someone related to them, I'd have to say they both were a fine piece of ass. I guess they were the prototype of what people call a MILF, not the ones we have in "real life" that despite being pretty and still hot, are never able to get their body back to where it was before birth, but those we see in porn with hot, voluptuous bodies, toned and shaped, with the attitude to follow. Guys were constantly hitting on both of them, and they allowed men to drool up to where they let them, teasing and then not giving the poor bastards what they wanted. That made me a bit jealous, mom and Susan were mine, not the way those guys wanted them, but in a mom way, they were with me and they meant everything to me, and to see them being willingfully harassed made me angry. Don't get me wrong, I never felt anything other than motherly love for either of them. Not until that night.
At the time I was still an intern at my job, lacking of a salary that allowed me to live alone and with lots of work, so I usually stayed there late into the night, coming home when mom was fast asleep. I called home when I got out earlier, to warn mom to make me some dinner or to stay up waiting for me. But for some reason, that day I didn't. It was a Friday, we decided to end things earlier, so I headed back home. I stopped at Mickey D's to get a burger for my dinner, not wanting to give mom any trouble having to cook me dinner from scratch.
I open the door and I heard some moaning. Now, mom moaned a lot. And I don't mean sexual moaning. She moaned about pretty much everything she liked, food, a movie, a massage, a warm bath and, of course, sexual pleasure. I "caught" her on several occasions masturbating, but I just let her be, as I'm sure she did when she caught me in flagrant, and never talked about it, no need to.
So, I made myself, literally, at home, and went to the kitchen to eat. But on the way there I heard someone else moaning along with hers. What was going on? In the 4 years mom and dad were separated, mom has never had any partner, or at least, never allowed me to know about them. This time I had to see what was going on.
What I saw changed my life forever. Mom and Susan were scissoring each other. What on earth was happening there?! I had to take a minute to think about what I just saw, I leaned against the closest wall, mind-blown. I always thought that, despite of the way she acted when they were around, she was still angry with both dad and Susan about the way the whole divorce situation happened. But... there they were... and, deducing from all that moaning, having the time of their lives. I couldn't let that one pass, I had to confront them.
I stormed in the room, making them stop with the surprise "Mom, what the hell is this?!" I asked stunned. Mom and Susan looked pretty stunned themselves, but mom, as usual, had a comeback on the tip of her tongue "What do you think this is? This is me and Susan fucking the living lights out of each other". That answer was so straight forward that I just stood still for some seconds, my mouth open in awe before I could think something to say "But...but..." I stutter "... I thought you hated Susan for what she did with dad". Mom also had an answer prepared "What your dad did, not what she did... me and Susan were always very sexual, ever since we both lost our virginity to the same guy that evening, that every opportunity we have to fuck, we fuck. The only villain in that picture is your dad for hitting on her, from the moment he did it, the outcome would always be the same... "Although I didn't agree with mom, I understood her stand point, I always felt they had a tight connection, and she knew Susan better than me, so I didn't contest the argument "...besides me and Susan were always best friends and did this you're seeing all our lives, why would a bastard like your dad break us up?"
My mouth opened up even more, "they have been fucking each other for all their lives?!" I asked myself in awe. That entire situation was starting to affect me. In a way I wasn't expecting. I started feeling some tingling down below and I knew what followed. I mean, there I was, a guy with little sexual experience, with two stunning girls naked in front of me talking about fucking each other all their lives. Sure they were both "mothers" to me, but I'd be lying if I said that my mom or Susan were never the "mind targets" of my jerking off sessions as a teen, but always a platonic thing, I never thought about that happening in real life... and as this monologue happened, my cock had decided that it was showtime, something I quickly tried to hide. Something I was not successful at, as I was about to know.