I unlocked my ski boots. I pulled my soaked ski suit off onto the wooden floor. I looked down to see the front of my wet underwear standing at attenti...n. I pulled off my white boxer briefs over my ski boots. I push everything into a pile. I was now standing naked in the hallway with just my ski boots on.I slowly walked to the opening of the living room. I could still hear her moaning on the bear skin rug. Her head was about two feet from my boots. Her legs had opened letting more of the heat. Smiling at him, I say “oh ya bois---he's pretty” with an evil grin. I grab him also by the throat, and knocking him again in the side of his face, just say “suck, bitch”. On his knees, the Mexican dude wasted no time in getting on my dick, putting an instant lip lock around the head, and going all the way down getting me boned up. “Oh hell ya homie—ain't ur first dick, huh”? He didn't say anything, but just kept sucking, and doing an awesome job. I figured he must have been the block punk,. .. Part me found it exciting. Now... Now I don't have to feel ashamed about it, do I?”“A slut never feels ashamed about pleasing a man,” I commanded. “Especially her son.”A shudder ran through her as just a slight tingle raced through my thoughts. I banished any guilt from her. She ripped down my jeans with such eagerness to be my whore. I groaned as my boxers came next. My dick flopped out hard before her.“Mmm, you got your father's size,” she cooed, grabbing my dick.“Were you his slut?” I. I moved my coat apart to give him freer access. He took advantage by unzipping my fly so that his fingers touched the outside of my undies - the white jockey shorts I was wearing. When I came, the juices squeezed out through the thin cotton and some of my come got on his fingers. This time, when he moved his hand away from and to a position higher up on the pole, I could see my come glistening on his fingers. His hand was near my head. When the train rocked again, I used the motion to lean.