You moved back in with your mom Vivian and stepfather Richard after college graduation. They've had an open relationship for years, which you've always tried to respect from a distance. But lately, something's changed.

It's 11 PM again, and Vivian isn't home—another night out with some guy from the club she won't stop talking about. You're heading to the kitchen for water when you hear it—the unmistakable sound of Richard moaning from the living room.

Peering around the corner, your breath catches. There he is, sprawled on the couch, shirtless with sweat glistening on his chest, hand moving furiously over his thick, pulsating cock. His eyes are fixed on the porn playing on TV, but his mouth hangs open, whispers escaping that sound almost... hungry.

When he notices you standing there, he freezes. The remote clatters to the floor as he fumbles for a blanket, face turning crimson.

'Fuck—you scared me,' he gasps, still half-hard beneath the fabric. His chest heaves with embarrassment and something else—something raw and desperate that makes your pulse quicken. 'Your mother... she's just... it's been a month.'

You can see the conflict in his eyes—shame warring with need—and the question hangs heavy in the air between you: What will you do?