She realized that she was lunging at her ringing phone. He was calling, oh god what did that mean? Three words and then the call ended. "Open the door... She stood there frozen with the phone still glued to her ear. The sharp knock on the door almost made her cry out. Could she pretend that she wasn't home? No the car is outside and he might have called while standing outside. She slowly went to the door as another set of sharp knocks echoed through the room. She unlocked the latch on the door. .. Emily was moaning repeatedly.. “Fuck me.. Fuck me... Fuck me! Mmn!” As her hand worked against her slippery, soaking pussy, her legs spread wide upon the bed and the quilts now covering up to her neck. She stared into the ceiling, her only thought on the dashing man in her fantasies... As he slammed his hard cock into the recesses of her fleshy cave and pumped rope after rope of hot, sticky, delicious cum into her womb!She raised her hips, her sole thought on the huge, imaginary dick fucking. Silently, she turned the doorknob and opened the door just a crack. She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow of the bedlamp.And then her heart leaped in her throat! For there, on the bed, was her mother, Amy Winthrop, her long black hair streaming, her naked body churning passionately underneath, with a man on top of her!He was obviously trying to rape her! The man had her pinned to the bed and had forced her legs open with his own muscular thighs. Ellen felt frozen to the. ‘It started this spring. Me, my running buddies Cliff, Bill, and Sonny, decided we were going to have the best summer ever. It started with the fishing trips. We’d go out on the lake real early and fish until we caught a few. Then we’d hang around the bait shack until three or four, telling our wives when we got home we couldn’t get a signal on the water. By time we got back home it would be too late for yard work or going out. We’d order pizza and keep drinking.’ ‘Then we started playing golf..