His mother.

The phone continued to ring.

"You should answer it," Marlissa said as her husband rocked above her.

"Let the voicemail answer it," he grunted.

"Voicemail?"

"It's... nevermind..." He stopped thrusting and reached over to the nightstand to grab his phone. He put a finger to his lips to warn her to be silent before he swiped the screen to answer the incoming call. "Hello?"

"Hello, Ryan, it's your mother," the elderly voice replied.

"Oh hi, mom," Ryan said clearly and loudly, to make sure Marlissa knew who was on the other side of the phone. "What's up?"

Marlissa grinned at him and playfully squeezed her already tight pussy around his cock to make him wince and suppress a groan.

"When are you coming back to town, dear?"

"Actually we came in late last night..." he began.

"Who is 'we'?" she asked.