Call Sarah

I don't ease up at all. My hips keep slamming forward, driving my cock deep into Mrs. Morgan's soaked pussy while I reach for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lights up as I scroll to Sarah's contact and hit call, never breaking my rhythm inside her mother.

"Answer it," I growl, pressing the phone against her flushed face. "Tell her everything's fine."

Mrs. Morgan's eyes go wide with panic, but she takes the phone with trembling fingers just as Sarah picks up.

"H-hello?" she stammers, trying to keep her voice steady while my cock continues pounding into her.

"Mom? Where are you guys?" Sarah's voice comes through clearly. "Ethan said he was bringing you to the hospital."

Mrs. Morgan bites her lip hard as I thrust particularly deep, her pussy clenching around me. "We're... we're just about to leave," she manages, her voice strained. "Ethan's... helping me get ready."

I lean down and whisper in her ear, "Tell her you're fine. Tell her we'll be there soon."

"Everything's okay, sweetheart," Mrs. Morgan continues, her free hand gripping the sheets as I fuck her harder. "Ethan's been... very helpful. We'll head over right after we... finish up here."

"Is everything alright? You sound weird," Sarah asks, concern creeping into her voice.

"I'm fine, just... a little flustered," Mrs. Morgan replies, barely containing a moan as I grind deep inside her. "We'll see you at the hospital soon. Love you."

She hangs up quickly, dropping the phone as I pick up the pace even more, fucking her relentlessly while the call's echo still hangs in the air.