I saw the box she sent and knew what I had to do. I called out of work and locked myself up in the studio and couldn’t stop my hands. I didn’t mea... to cut up the ball, I swear…but, it seemed perfect. Just right for…you.’ Staring at her with wild eyes, ‘You thought it was necessary?’ ‘I had to. For you.’ ‘Me?’ ‘Yes. Football runs in your blood, Marcus. But so does everything else. Life, family…everything. The colors of day and night matched brilliantly with the Rams when your grandfather. “You couldn’t possibly do it with your own mom”, she teased.“And you couldn’t possibly do it with your own son”. I smiled as I undid the remaining buttons of her blouse while Mom just watched my fingers slowly popping each button to reveal more and more.“I imagine that you need a bit of ventilation too” and she began undoing my shirt buttons to reveal a set of hard earned pecs and abs.“Are you asking a middle aged woman to turn down the opportunity of abs and pecs like those, no sireee, this is. I was afraid to go up next to her. I was afraid that she’d tell me our friendship was over, and suggest that perverts should stand at least ten feet away from decent girls, or something like that.So I stopped, ten feet away.She looked at me for a minute, and then said, “What’s wrong with you?”“What?”“Why are you standing way over there?”I was confused.“I didn’t think you wanted me too close,” I said.“What? Why not? Are you sick?”“No. Last night.” It was all I could think to say.She actually. And again, I pressed the vibrator against my clit. My shoulders were sore; I could feel a pitch in the small of my back. His lashing felt cruel against my wet skin. My clit was so swollen and tender, even the slightest touch awakened it. He started walking backwards. I had to choice but to following him carefully as I played with myself and he played with me. I followed his dick around the room, it would move away too quickly and I’d have to chase after it and swallow it up as he spanked me. I.