I called my apartment hoping Kevin was there with Kim. "He'd save me," I thought to myself. Kim answered the phone on the first ring. Gasping for air ...I said, "Help... Nick... found me... at the mall... He cut me... with a knife... Tell Kev..." and then I passed out.When the fog lifted from my brain, I saw Nick punching me. "Let me go Nick!" I screamed. "Help! Help!" I cried, my arms thrashing wildly. I hoped that someone would be nearby and could help save me from Nick. I tried to open my eyes.. Your the man of the house while I am away. My mom is bent over her stuffing the dirty clothes in the front loader. I stand, move behind her and push her from behind in to the machine. I spread her legs and put the head of my cock at entrance of my mothers well used pussy. Her head bangs against the machine making a lot of noise."What are you.... doing ? " I grab her tight butt by the hips and thrust firmly in to her wet cunt."Being the man of the house. Taking charge"After thrusting in to my. “Yes, mom.”“If it doesn’t work out, give him my number, Okay?”“You are such a slut, mom.”“Like mother, like daughter! Love you, Kryssie.”Mother knows best! I had my devious plan all worked out. I mulled it over and revised it all through the week. The next time we’re together, I would pull him out of his Medieval swamp, avoid my house altogether, and make him take me out on a real date. Then I would go crazy and let my inner sex-goddess run free to see how he reacts. I would go full-on “slut”. Henny entered my office with her usual "Good morning," though it was hardly morning any more. While she picked up papers from 'in' and 'out' trays I had a chance to look at her undisturbed. What I saw was a woman around 40 years of age, which I knew very well to be true. She was small and slim, but her broad shoulders and rather wide hips made her look a bit square. There was not much in the tit department, but it was hard to judge, because her blouse was loose. But I had remembered right about.