Once home I noticed mom seemed to be acting a little strange. Something was bothering her and she was not talking. I sat on the couch with her to watc... TV. She was drinking wine and already in her pjs. We were both cold so we got under a throw to stay warm. Mom's hand was on my cock which I thought was a little strange but thought maybe she did not realize it. As we watched the movie I could feel mom's hand moving around my shorts, like she was feeling me up. My cock started to get a little. “It is far better than I’d hoped. The muscles are showing improvement. This is a good sign. I am a bit concerned about his hand and forearm, however.”“Yes,” Sondra agreed in a profession voice. “We’re hoping the procedure today will help.”The man nodded again and pointed to something on the X-ray.“That’s what we’re taking out,” she said as she followed his finger.“That should do some,” he said. He stood and walked around the desk, stooped and took my right hand in his. I saw him squeezing my. My shoulders and neck are pulled taut by the bonds and you pay them extra attention. Eventually, achingly slowly, you roll down back over my highly sensitised skin, my breasts, my stomach, my hips towards my pubic area, rolling the little beads over the front, into my curls. I know you, and although I am dying to, I daren’t strain towards you. Predictable, you don’t enter the damp, exposed zone between my legs. It prickles and aches, weeps for you, but still it is denied any touch other than. Kissing her tenderly on her shoulder, he nibbled gently on her ear. Her heard her sigh of contentment, and he smiled to himself, thinking of the evening he had planned where he would propose to her. Crawling back into the big bed and into her waiting arms, he asked her when she had to go back to work. ‘I’m lucky! I have five weeks vacation, and I have three weeks left. I wanted to take all my vacation, and spend it in Banff. Of course, I didn’t know that I would meet you then,.