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I grew up in a two-bedroom house listening to my parents' fuck. My father was a drunk and he didn't care about me seeing or listening. Sometimes when he was drunk my mom didn't want to wake him so she would try to sleep on a couch in the bedroom I was sleeping in. He would wake up and walk right by me with a hard on and wanted to fuck my mom right there six feet away from me. She would say go to our bed and she'll be right in. Of course, I'm a teenager so I'm all ears and eyes. I wanted to squeeze my mom's tits, but I was afraid. She went into her bedroom, and he told her to take off her night gown and suck his cock. I listened to every single sound they made. I could hear the sound of his cock going in and out of her wet pussy. Now when I jerk off, I think about all those nights I listened to them fucking. After my father passed away, I wanted to fuck my mom, but I couldn't get up the nerve to do it. I think about fucking her all the time, but she has passed on also.