Sharing Is Caring

Boomers can't text, dude. Check the damn number before you send nudes. Peter Fitzwell slips up and fires shots of his wife Vivianne DeSilva’s tits and ass straight to their step-nephew Jimmy Michaels. Fuck. They panic, sprint down the hall, burst into his room, and catch him already beating off to the pics—kid’s fast. Peter snaps, demands he delete every shot. Sure, Jimmy hits delete, but his head’s still full of mommy tits, so who cares. Later, Jimmy walks in on them making out; Peter grins and waves him over. He grabs Vivianne by the hair and tells Jimmy, “Fuck her mouth,” while Peter sinks into her from behind. Jimmy rams down her throat until spit pours off her chin, sloppy strings swinging with every thrust. They flip her, flip again—double penetration, ass and pussy stretched raw. Vivianne screams when both cocks split her at once, legs shaking, juices running down her thighs. Jimmy pulls out last second and blasts ropes across her face, sticky lines dripping off her lashes. Then the door clicks, reality hits, and Jimmy’s jolted awake with his fist around his dick while Peter and Vivianne stand over him, pissed. Doors locked, lesson learned.