Like Dom, it would be at least two more weeks before the cast came off and then he’d be in a walking brace for several more weeks. As with Dom, the ...octors were saying it would be at least 12 weeks before he could put even half of his weight on the leg. His doctors had predicted he could begin a full exercise regimen a couple of weeks later if there were no problems.The job these men did required the ability to move quickly and fluidly. None would be able to do that without hindrance until. As his haw swung open in shock, his lust-smoked blue eyes bulged with the realisation that he'd been chatting with, drooling over, and fantasising about his mother!"Don't be coy, baby," I cooed, settling myself in his lap. His cock throbbed, bouncing this way and that, and although he tried to look away from me, he couldn't. His eyes kept drifting to the bosom he'd been praising only a few minutes ago. I felt so sexy right then, knowing that even my own son couldn't stop himself from staring at. ” “Don’t fuck about, Micky,” he warned. “The gaffer’s stewing. The whole office computer network went down just after you knocked off for your lunch break - a virus jamming the servers apparently. It’s been tracked back to your computer. Our techie says the virus originated from a foot fetish website called Susie’s Soles, downloaded via your machine.” “Oh bollocks,” I sighed. * An hour later I was traipsing home, moping, feeling dejected and embarrassed, suspended from work pending. I started thinking about Scott and how I used to....touch him” at this she blushed wildly.I just sat there and kept quiet, hoping she would go on. Boy oh boy, did she go on. She saw that I was watching her with interest as she talked and took that as a sign she should continue.“I wanted to come home and......you know....touch myself, so I skipped choir and came home. I figured I had the house all to myself, so I-” she stopped, went silent and started to slowly cry.“What's wrong? I asked.