As he leaned in close to my mouth, I trembled and he grasped my neck firmly with his hand before he brushed his lips against mine. He spoke softly, �...�I want you. I want you now.’ Then his hands were in motion. One relinquished a damp cheek to explore a nearly-naked breast and the other slid down to the small of my back to pull me closer. The deep blue specs in his light blue eyes had me captivated. A strong jaw and chiseled cheekbones attracted my fingers to outline his face. Ian’s hand glided. ”“Everybody reaches that point,” Ciera said. “Isn’t he in training camp?”“The preseason starts next month and it will be January before I see him again,” Conny said. “Unless he gets hurt again, that is.”“I’ll call him if I get to the point I want to give up,” I promised.“Can I ... take a picture and send it to him?” Conny asked. “I know a lot of his teammates. They all have scars that they like to show off. This will shut them up for a few minutes.”I was about to give her permission when she. "But I'll hurt you, Mom!" Randy whispered."No you won't!" Alison squealed. "I'm too horny for it to hurt! Just shove it in and fuck Mommy's asshole, baby!"Randy mounted his naked mom, aiming his swollen cockhead at the rubbery ring of her asshole. Alison gritted her teeth as she felt the incredible thickness of her son's prick plowing into her bowels. It was the first time she'd ever tried ass-fucking without Vaseline, and she knew there was going to be some pain as her well-hung son stuffed. . . Before you were born, Son. And ha you were wearing that tiny circle skirt. No underwear! Shit! All the guys were fucking out of their mind while we were riding the roller coaster. Me too . . .” My son pulled out his fingers. I wondered if he became shy because of his father’s story about us having sex in the old Chevy. But no, he quickly started unzipping his shorts. Then he unbuttoned my dress. The cool air from the vent splashed against my nipples making them rock hard. “Then I took.