It was all I could do to resist jacking off, and I didn't want to do that when I had those arousing thoughts and images of my sexy mother swirling through my brain. My d**k was still completely hard, and I did what I always did when I wanted to make it go away. I focused on the scars on the inside of my right thigh.
They had faded somewhat over the past five years, but just looking at them brought back the horrifying memory of that day in school when the jagged edges of my broken femur had erupted out of the skin there along with a torrent of my blood. If not for the instantaneous response of my quick-thinking teacher, I would have bled to death. She'd been a medic in the Army reserves back before she had gone to college to earn her teaching certificate. None of my other teachers had her
