David's Discovery

You still watched your dad fuck Carrie. You couldn't cum to it anymore, even if you were allowed, but you liked to zone out and watch them fuck. Or watch Carrie getting ready in the morning, or watching her do almost anything. She had such grace and beauty. You envied it. You always made sure to lock the door to prevent a surprise. But today you'd gotten sloppy.

You were playing with your cock and balls, half focused on them fucking, half focused on some porn, when David came in. He was naked, his cock hard and ready.

"Hey, I need some attention ..." he started, and then saw the video feed on the screen. You started to try to close it out, but he closed the gap in only a couple of strides, pulling you away from your ability to mitigate the situation.

"I don't think so, bitch," he growled, pulling you to your knees. He sat down in your chair. He was fat and lazy, but he wasn't stupid. He saw the picture of your dad and mom beside your laptop. He saw the picture of your dad and Carrie at an evening gala on the other side of the computer.

"Your ex is ... fucking your dad. And you fucking watch?" David said, incredulously. "Oh, this is too fucking much! Get to work, bitch. I want to watch this while you suck me off." He smiled slyly, and started to record the feed.