Surely she couldn't see me. The reflection in the mirror was at the wrong angle to her. Then she leaned forward to reach for something. As she laid ba...k, I saw that she had a rubber looking penis in her hand. Ooooo fuck Mum, yeeea let me see you fucking yourself. Sure enough, she put it to her cunt and I watched it going deeper into her. She was still rubbing her clitty with the other hand. She began to move that cock in and out of her cunt. Sometimes slowly, then faster. A-h-h-h Mum, you don't. Then I heard them moving, and that is when my anger couldnt be contained anymore and I forced open the door. Lori, still in her cheerleader outfit, less the panties on the floor, was lying on her back on his bed, and he was fucking her. They both stopped and stared me. I wanted to scream and yell, but I was beyond angry. Devon was the first to react, Oh fuck, Babe, I must have gotten high from something. I thought that was you! Save it! I said way calmer than I really was. Lori, you are moving. She was only about thirty but I'll tell you, they were Playboy centerfold tits. They both came over to where I was sitting, smiling at them, jacking my cock, as Erica said, "Glad you didn't get bored all by yourself, Greg," as they both laughed. She stood there with her perfect body, breasts that were stunning and her crease easily visible in her thong, a perfect cameltoe. "What a perfect body you have, girl, just perfect," Lynn commented to her friend. "Oh, yeah, that's a little work I had. * The girl ran. Though branches whipped her face, though thorns and nettles plucked and stung her flesh, she ran. She did not stop. She could not stop. She dare not stop. Behind her, distant but gaining, she heard the baying of the dogs, growls and howls echoing across the mist of the early morning, with their handlers no doubt spurring them on ever faster. Her every breath burnt in her throat and her chest ached from the constant heaving of her lungs. Barefoot, bare legged and wearing only a.