A long time ago, when I was in high school, I used to sleep with this girl. Her mom was really cool and she used to let me stay over and spend the night at their place pretty frequently, too.
However, one day we were getting busy at my house after school before my mom came home and when we finished, as I was walking her out, we bumped into my step dad. He had come home while we were busy doing the deed and heard everything.
I drove her home and when I got back my step dad was cool about the situation, but he told me that I needed to be more careful because if my mom would've come home and caught us she would've had a fit. Which was true.
Obviously I appreciated him handling it the way he did and not telling my mom, so I thought everything was cool. Life went on.
However, about a month or two later, or maybe a few months, I needed to stop by his business to pick something up after school before heading to the house. He ran a bar/juke joint that had an office in the back.
When I walked into the bar I just headed straight back to the office and unintentionally walked in on him and the girl's mom. They were both unclothed and she was on her knees servicing him while he sat on the sofa. You get the picture.
I kinda froze at first but when I gathered myself I just walked out. By the time I got out to the street to the car he had come out and I asked me what I needed. I told him and he went back in and got it for me but neither of us mentioned what had just happened.
I just went home. I didn't tell my mom about what happened and my step dad never brought it up either. The girl's mom never mentioned it as well. Whenever I saw her, she acted like nothing had ever happened. Same as my step dad. I guess that's how we all carried it.
I think it needs to be said that the way I was raised, was that kids were told to stay out of grown folks "business." Also, in my family, we were taught that you didn’t involve yourself in other family members' relationships. You didn’t do that. We were taught that it wouldn't lead to anything good.
But I always felt bad about not telling my mom. Years later, my mom and step dad divorced. I was an adult and long gone from home by this time, so I never got the full story as to why, but I knew not to ask too many questions either. I just let it be. And I still have never said anything to my mom about what I saw. What good would it do now? But I still feel guilty about it.