Moving On To Omegle

"Look, I just found some old photos on your phone. I have no idea who this is, or what they mean to you, all I know is this body is hot as hell and I am damn well going to make the most of it."

Tim's endless stream of questions were cut off as ideas started to flick through his mind instead. "Make the most of it? How?"

"I don't know, make a porno or something? What do you kids do these days?"

Tim blushed at the thoughts of all the stuff he'd done, let alone the stuff his dad did when he was young. The stories he'd been told of mundane life were already wild enough, though he knew his own mind could be far wilder if he put it to work. But he didn't, instead opting for the tamest 'naughty' option he could think of. "How about we go on Omegle?"

"Omegle? What's an Omegle?"

"It's a site, dad. People go on it to meet other people. Supposedly. Mostly it's used for wank material."

"Wank material? Does that mean I'd be that wank material?" He whistled. "Back in the old days I'd just look at the VHS your grandma keeps under her bed. They're still there, by the way. I checked last week. You wouldn't believe it, but Grandma Frejas was hot back in the '40s. Jerked off a few to that blonde Swedish hottie."

Tim shuddered and shrugged off that rather uncomfortable knowledge, though he did remember to note the location. "Moving on, you basically will be wank material, yes. Up until you reveal your voice, that is. Then we watch them run." He held his breath as his dad, the sexy blonde bombshell, thought it over.

Surprisingly, he just shrugged. "Sure. Seems cool to me." Then, he gave his son a lewd wink. "Just make sure I don't end up in the homoerotic category."

Tim didn't know if that was insinuating his involvement in the act, but decided to give his father the benefit of the doubt and booted up Omegle.