She quietly opened the door two inches, just enough to look in and see him on his bed.Her eyes bugged out as her jaw dropped to the floor; she was not...ready for what she saw. Her son Eric was lying naked on his bed furiously stoking his cock but instead of a magazine in his hand she saw her daughter Kelly sitting there on the bed watching. Not only watching but they were talking about all the fucking they did the day before!“Kelly, ooooh, Kelly I wanna fuck you even more than yesterday. I. A smile came across his face as he moved toward us. He began to speak, but I motioned with a finger to my lips to remain quiet. I didn’t want anything to break the passion of the moment. I lifted David off me and we both sat up. The guy began to tug at the leather clasp of his jeans but I reached up and pulled him down on his knees on the bed and said, ‘Let me, let us do it.’ I took hold of David’s hand and moved it up to the leather clasp. I wasn’t sure if the guy was into it so I looked up at. He didn’t ask many questions, which was fine by me, but as I sat looking at him all I could think about was him touching my new chest. I found myself day dreaming about the myths of black men.I interrupted him. “I really need to pee.” I paused. “Sorry. It just hit me.”“Well I think the bathroom is right around there.”“Public bathrooms are always dirty.”“Well you can use the one in my room.” He took the bait.We walked to the elevator and made out way to his room. When he looked at me as he slid. She gave me a quick, vacant stare. She could be described as a typical cold beauty, with platinum blonde locks – now tied in a messy but somehow still elegant ponytail - and eyes of misty mornings. Her nude lipstick concealed her narrow lips almost completely, as if she didn’t need a mouth and everyone was expected to just read her mind. She had chosen big, heavy crystal earrings and matching necklace to further distract and intimidate whoever dared to feast their eyes on her. Just like that,.