Or maybe his parents' bedroom

Matt had a troubled relationship with his parents. On the one hand, they were his parents and he knew they wanted things to be right for him. They'd moved to this new place on the ultra-rich 'Hill' because he'd screwed up at school the previous year and they thought a better school district would make the difference. Since they really couldn't afford even the rent in the crappy apartment which had once been the servants' quarters behind one of the Hill's mansions, both his parents were pulling double-shifts most days. On the other hand, the only time his father seemed to be enjoying himself was when he was criticizing Matt... and it seemed that Matt could never do anything well enough that his father wouldn't find something to criticize.

As for his mother, of course Matt loved her. But she was scatter-brained to the point where it seemed there was never anything to eat in the house and she loved to embarrass him in front of his friends with public displays of affection.

Still, he hadn't had a chance to explore their new bedroom since they'd moved into the new apartment so he double-checked to make sure there were no cars in the driveway, then slunk into his parents' bedroom.

His father had three suits he rotated, and Matt flipped through them in the closet, but he stopped when he felt the weight in one of them. His father had forgotten his phone.

Matt took it out and turned it on.

It was, of course, password protected but his father was not exactly brilliant when it came to security. He always used his own name. Matt figured this would be boring but he logged on anyway... and found it wasn't quite so boring, after all. His dad had a long sequence of sexting messages with three attractive women. Perhaps some of the double-shifts he was working were being spent in bed.

All three women had sent selfies of themselves squeezing their tits, fingering their twats, and, in one case, being eaten out by another woman.

Matt's cock jerked to attention. He had to masturbate... and now.