“Good morning, Bobby!” his mother said gayly when he entered the kitchen at 6:30.
“Good morning, Mom,” he said, truly happy to see her as he seemed to be connecting with everyone in his life in a new way recently. “Last night was …”
“How did it go last night?” she asked at almost the same time.
“It was great, Mom! Really great. They were so nice to me, and I think I really hit it off with her dad! I was pretty nervous when I got there, but they were so welcoming!”
“Good for you! And Mandy!” she said, offering a motherly hug.
She’d known this meeting meant more to him than just a meet-the-parents dinner and thought she knew the reason. Recent events had brought her ex, Robert, to mind of late, and she recalled when he’d met her parents. It had gone okay, but they were still wary of anyone seemingly getting serious with one of their daughters. They were already serious, and she wondered whether Bobby and Mandy weren’t getting to that point as well.
“You’re up a little earlier than usual,” she commented as she prepared his breakfast.
“Her dad sprained his ankle. Mowing the lawn! Can you believe that?” he said, chuckling at the coincidence. “I offered to mow their lawn this morning since he’s still limping and the lawn really needs it.”
“That was very smart!” she said, implying an ulterior motive.
“That’s not why I did it. It was just the right thing to do!” he defended.
“I’m sorry, honey. You’re right,” she replied, proud of her ever-thoughtful son.
“Mandy’s getting up early to do it with me, and then she’s gonna go with me on my other jobs too,” he told her with less enthusiasm.
“That ought to be fun! Listen, Bobby. I probably won’t be home when you get back this evening.”
“Okay. Going out with your bridge friends?”
“Um, no, an … an old friend reached out to me recently, and we’re going to have dinner tonight,” she said, sounding somewhat mysterious.
“Oh. Okay,” he replied, not feeling he had the right to pry.
“I’ll probably be out late,” she said with a suggestive look regarding Mandy, “but I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.”
His worries ebbed some on his way to Mandy’s, partly because he and Mandy would have some alone time tonight, but the other issue concerning Mia dogged him still. They wouldn’t get to either of his previously special customers until after noon, and he wasn’t concerned about Julie at all. He expected that to go much like their unexpected encounter with Linda at the mall.
Mia was another story. First, he knew she’d be home on Winter Break, and if she came out to say hello, he hoped their amicable parting would make meeting Mandy less contentious. He’d mentioned Mandy to her while they were dating, if you could call what they did dating, but not to the degree he had with the others, because at the time, he had hopes of something more developing with Mia.
His bigger concerns were that he hadn’t told Mandy about a pretty, young co-ed, whom she could potentially consider competition, unlike the others. Even more worrisome was, if Mia decided to talk about what they’d gotten up to, how far would she go? Would the coincidental timing of Winter Break have her recalling their freaky threesome with her mother? That would put Mandy right over the edge, and since he hadn’t mentioned Mia at all, he might have a tough time convincing Mandy that he was totally turned off by the experience. He’d be caught in a lie of omission, which he feared would put a serious dent in his trustworthiness.
He arrived at Mandy’s, and she bounded out of the house dressed in old, beat-up jeans and a sweatshirt, practically jumping into his arms. Her mother, watching from the front window again, smiled at her enthusiasm. Mandy was not an early riser, but when it was necessary, she was usually quiet and sullen until she woke fully. Despite some concerns about their ages, she and Brad loved seeing their daughter so completely happy and celebrated the fact with their early bedtime the night before. Seeing the way Mandy kissed Bobby, practically eating his face, she knew the answer to Brad’s incomplete question the night before about how far they’d gotten with their sexual explorations.
“Good morning, Bobby!” she cried as she ran into his arms.
Her pretty face, always messy hair, and warm greetings, solidified a decision for him that he knew was risky but also the right thing to do.
“Have you ever handled a lawn mower before?” he asked as he unloaded his from his truck.
“No. My dad is somewhat old-fashioned about what girls should learn to do,” she replied in a tone that said she loved her dad’s outdated view.
“Okay. Why don’t you follow me around on the front yard, and then you can mow the back, okay?”
She agreed, and after starting the noisy engine, he showed her the basics of the kill switch and self-propulsion. She followed him as suggested, seeing how he kept a front wheel just inside the prior cut path and felt ready when they moved to the backyard.
“Whoa!” she gasped when the mower took off faster than she expected, veering left and right until she got it under control, leaving a serpentine cut path through the high grass. Bobby watched her as she did one side of the yard, but went back to get his edger when she got to the area behind the pool and the far side.
He’d normally start in front, but was still nervous about Mandy, so he headed into the back to edge around the pool patio. She was doing fine, though it looked more like the mower guiding her than the other way around. She stopped and waved like a proud child having just learned a new skill.
They both finished about the same time and headed around front again. She watched while he edged the driveway and sidewalks. Next was the weed whacker, which, like the edger, he felt was too dangerous for a newbie. When they got to the blower, she begged him to let her do it. There wasn’t much to learn once you got the engine started, but he showed her on the driveway where to blow the grass clippings, and let her do the sidewalk and backyard.
She handled it okay until she got to the space between the house and pool, where she inadvertently blew grass and leaves into the pool, shouting “Oops!” before giggling. Bobby laughed as well and grabbed a skimmer from the hooks on the fence and scooped the errant clippings out of the pool.
“That was fun!” she cried with the whining blower shut off, soliciting a kiss from her teacher. “Now I can help you on the other lawns, right?”
Brad had been watching out the back window, particularly interested in Mandy doing work he now figured he should have shown her. He saw her a little shaky at first, but she got the hang of it quickly. He, too, laughed at her blower mishap and delighted in the way the two came together with a job well done, and walked to the front holding hands. He’d decided he liked Bobby on his own merits, but just as much or more for the way he made his little girl so happy.
Mandy became a productive helper on the next few lawns, and they arrived at Julie’s earlier as a result. The division of work remained the same, with Bobby giving her a few pointers on each lawn, especially about being careful around more elaborate landscaping elements.
They finished Julie’s backyard together, and when he saw the bottle of Coke she always left for him at the door, he knew she was home and would likely come out to say hello. Bobby called Mandy over before going to the back door to retrieve his drink.
“Bobby!” the pretty blonde cried as she came to the door, having heard the quiet of engines shut down.
“Hello, Julie!” he said as they hugged in a friendly way. “Julie, I’d like you to meet …”
“You must be Mandy! I’m so excited to meet you!” she interrupted, hugging Mandy similarly. “Bobby talked about you all the time, and I see he wasn’t just bragging when he said you were so pretty!”
“Thank you,” Mandy said meekly, a little taken aback at the exuberant greeting, but smiling broadly at another confirmation of how she was seemingly always on his mind, even with these beautiful women.
“She knows about … about us, Linda,” Bobby admitted.
“I know! Linda told me she met you guys at the mall last week! I should have known you’d tell her,” Julie said, smiling at the two of them, now arm-in-arm. “I was going to say you’re very fortunate to have someone like Bobby, but I can see he’s very lucky to have you, too!”
Their conversation moved on to other topics, like the holidays, but only for a few minutes before they wished each other a Merry Christmas and left.
The tools loaded into the truck, they drove off with Mandy finally exclaiming, “Bobby! She’s gorgeous too! Are they all like that?” she asked, feeling diminished in comparison.
“Yeah, I guess they’re all pretty, but none are as beautiful as you!” he said sincerely.
Mandy knew that to an impartial third party, she was not as good-looking as the two she’d met so far, but she also knew that Bobby truly believed what he said. She did feel very fortunate to have someone who saw so much more in her than her outer beauty and knew that’s what would stand the test of time more than a hot body. Looking over at him in the truck, she realized she didn’t often comment on how handsome he was. She complimented the way he looked when he was dressed other than for work, but she couldn’t recall the last time she told him how attractive and masculine he looked.
“You know, you’re very handsome, Bobby. I don’t tell you that as much as you’re always telling me,” she confessed.
“Oh, I’m nothing special. Not like you,” he said, playing it down. He’d had compliments on his appearance from Linda, Julie, and the others, but they were often couched in comments about his cute butt or his other endowment, and those compliments often made him more uncomfortable than appreciated. The fact that Mandy didn’t comment on those things was another reason to believe she was someone truly special.
“Oh, Bobby, I do love you!” she said, placing her hand on his, resting on the truck’s console. “Oh! What’s wrong?” she asked as the truck swerved into a convenience store parking lot and lurched to a stop. She imagined her affectionate comment had him wanting to express his own, without the distraction of driving, but when he turned to face her, his expression said something else.
“Mandy, there’s something I need to tell you about this next job,” he said with uncharacteristic seriousness, having decided to meet the potential problem with Mia head-on.
“Uh-oh. What …” she started, but stopped. She saw another story about his lawn boy exploits coming, and she was immediately on guard, correctly connecting it with his less-than-enthusiastic response when she’d suggested joining him today.
“As you’ve no doubt guessed, this is another of what I called my special customers, but it was her daughter I was with. Mia was … is a college student, a couple of years older than us. Like the others, she came on to me, but after that, we also went on a few dates whenever she was home from school.”
“Did you really like her?” Mandy asked, afraid to use the word love in that question, afraid of losing her position as his first in that regard.
“I thought I did, partly because of our ages being closer than the others, but we found we really had nothing in common, and after just a few dates, I was just a guy to play with to her like the others. It started just before the holidays last year, and by the end of her sophomore year, she ended it, having a steady boyfriend from school by then.”
“Oh. Well. I …” she stammered, not sure what to think about it.
“I’m sorry, Mandy! I didn’t mention her specifically because I didn’t want you to feel … I don’t know, like she was competition or something! And I didn’t give you any details about the others, either.”
Mandy didn’t feel like it was such a big deal, but because he was so concerned about it, she didn’t want to dismiss it right away.
“Also,” he started, noting some concern still on her face, “she’s one of the women who was really into spanking. She’s actually the one who introduced me to it.”
This added information didn’t change the way she felt, although he was sharing more about Mia than the others. Her biggest concern was his keeping this from her, sharing it only when there was a risk of it coming out on its own.
“I’m not sure what to make of this, Bobby. Can we just continue and talk about it later?” she said, wondering if actually meeting this girl might make a difference.
Bobby wordlessly accepted her proposal by putting the truck back in gear and driving off. He avoided their favorite small park on the way, afraid that she’d connect the two since it was close to Mia’s home, and it was with Mia that he discovered it.
They arrived at the large home, with Mandy staring at the opulent house and fancy landscaping when she got out of the truck. They unloaded the mower and edger and got to work, Bobby staying close to Mandy so she wouldn’t encounter Mia alone. They were almost finished in the backyard when Bobby noticed some movement through the windows, but couldn’t tell if it was Lucia or Mia; they looked so much alike from a distance. When the motors from the weed-whacker and blower were shut off, the back door opened, and Mia emerged, dressed nicely as though she was about to go out.
“Bobby!” she called out to him.
Bobby motioned Mandy to join him before greeting her.
“Hello, Mia. How are you?” he asked as she leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips, which he barely returned.
“I’m fine! And you look as good as ever!” she said, eyeing his body in exactly the way he didn’t like. “And is this, what was her name, Brandy?”
“Mandy!” he corrected emphatically.
“She’s cute!” she said, not directly acknowledging her presence at all. She took his right hand in hers and asked, “Has she had the pleasure of these strong hands on her bare ass across your knee yet?”
“Mia! That’s not …” Bobby started in a scolding tone.
“Yes! I have!” Mandy butted in, going on the offensive. “Just last night, in fact!” she exaggerated, rubbing her bottom suggestively. Such a contrast to Linda and Julie, Mandy already hated Mia.
“I bet you didn’t tell her I was your first naughty little girl!” Mia countered, thankfully not revealing that that honor truthfully belonged to her mother, Lucia.
“Actually, he did, but he said your skinny, little butt just hurt his hand!” Mandy fired back and smiled at the sting she could see on her face.
“Oh! Well. It was nice to see you again, Bobby!” Mia said dejectedly, ignoring Mandy again, turned, and walked back into the house.
Mandy showed Bobby a pained smile before turning to retrieve the blower and walk back to the truck, with Bobby following at a distance. He didn’t know how to react to the surprising interchange between Mandy and Mia. Defending her man again, Mandy had seemingly accepted the situation, but she’d walked off without saying anything. She was standing by the truck’s open tailgate, looking like she could spit nails when he returned out front.
“Mandy, I’m …”
“That bitch!” she spat. “She acted like I wasn’t even there!”
“Are we …” he started again.
“And then! Acting like she was something special to you, when she was just using you like the others!” she cried sympathetically, her gaze softening considerably. “Bobby, I’d pretty much made up my mind earlier when you told me about her that none of it mattered; that she didn’t matter. She’s no different than the others, other than a few dates during a time when you thought I didn’t want you!” she said, reaching for his hands and moving closer. “I was a little concerned that you didn’t tell me about her, but you didn’t tell me anything about the others, and there was no reason you should. So, are we okay?” she asked, pulling them closer together.
“I love you more than ever, Angel!” he said, wrapping his arms around her to kiss her passionately.
“I feel the same way, Love!” she replied after the kiss, with her arms possessively around his waist and her head on his shoulder. “She’s watching us from the window,” she whispered. “Spank me, Bobby!” she said without lifting her head.
“Mandy, I don’t think this …”
“Do it! Please, Bobby? One good, hard smack on each cheek!” she demanded without changing the loving expression on her face, but jumped up with surprise when the requested spanks landed. She giggled and, with her arms around his neck, pulled him in for a tongueful kiss.
Mia had gone to the front window, hoping to find the two arguing, maybe to rekindle her fun with Bobby, having lost her boyfriend, David, just before coming home. She’d thought of Bobby often, lamenting David’s poor, unsatisfying attempts to give her bottom the attention she craved, especially compared to the way Bobby made it hurt just right. She walked away from the window, wishing it were her in Bobby’s arms.
Equipment loaded, they got in the truck, instinctively reaching across the console to kiss again before driving off.
“Bobby?”
“Yes, Angel?” Bobby replied, glancing over at Mandy and seeing a pained look on her face. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know why, but I’m like so horny right now!”
“Really?” he replied with genuine surprise. “Oh! I forgot to tell you! Mom’s going out tonight! We’ll have the house to ourselves!”
“Ooo! That sounds good!” she said, and after a pause, added, “I hope I can wait that long!?”
They got to the next job, and while unloading the mower, he told her that there was never anyone home when he mowed. She looked at him with a confused expression, wondering why he had shared that bit of useless information.
“Let’s start in the backyard,” he said, confusing her further, unaware that he had a plan.
It was a large yard with lots of grass, and Bobby finished the edging well before she finished mowing. When she was done, she looked around for him, eventually seeing him beckoning to her from behind a small greenhouse. Hoping she knew what he was up to, she giggled as she ran to him.
“Ooo!” she squeaked when she rounded the corner into a space between the greenhouse and the fence where Bobby picked her up and put her over his upraised knee, his foot on a discarded chlorine bucket. “Bobby! No!” she laughed when she realized what was coming.
“You want to brag about being spanked? Let’s give you something to brag about!” he said as he started spanking her over her jeans.
“Bobby! Please!” she pleaded, laughing at her predicament as she wriggled suspended over his knee with neither hands nor feet touching the ground. “No! Please, Bobby!” she cried as the spirited spanking continued, stopping after a couple of dozen smacks.
“Have you had enough?” he asked, eager to get to the next step in his plan.
“No, I haven’t! Pull my pants down and do it again!” she replied, opening her jeans and pushing them and her panties down to her knees as soon as she was back on her feet. “I’m sorry, Bobby!” she cried, wriggling again on his knee, this time spanked on her bare bottom. “I won’t do it again! I promise!” she played along.
She fell into his arms when he stopped and squeezed him tightly around his waist, her pants still around her knees. Bobby grabbed a 2×6 scrap of wood, wiped it off, set it on the upside-down bucket, and had her sit on it. He pulled her pants down further to her ankles, lifted the joined legs over his head like they were last night, and pulled her thighs apart, staring hungrily at her glistening pussy.
“Oh my God, Bobby! Eat me up!” she said as her last intelligible words until he’d fingered, licked, and sucked her swollen pussy to two breathtaking orgasms, while sitting on a bucket in a scrap heap behind a customer’s greenhouse.
“Are you always going to be coming to my defense against other women?” he laughed when he held her in his arms again.
“Just the nasty ones!” she clarified, tilting her head up, soliciting a kiss.
He kissed her quickly, but lovingly, before bending down to pull her pants and panties up. He let her finish the job and kissed her again, suggesting they finish the work they were there to accomplish.
“I enjoyed today, Bobby!” she said when they were finished for the day, on their way back to Mandy’s.
“Are you sure?” he asked, hoping there was no residual effect of the encounter with Mia.
“Yes. I am. I told you I’d never doubt you again, and even today, I didn’t really. There wouldn’t have been anything to talk about if she hadn’t been so condescending. She was completely ignoring me! I think she was hoping to get you back.”
“Really?” he replied, a bit of the old clueless Bobby showing through.
“Yes. She was hoping we’d be arguing when she was looking at us from their front window.”
“Why did you have me spank you?”
“That was my jealous side coming through. I’m sorry! That was a way to say, ‘Look, Mia! I’m the one getting spanked! Not you!’ That’s all she wanted from you,” she finished.
Bobby dropped her off with plans for her to come to his house after showering and picking up a pizza. His mom was gone when he got home, as she had said she would, and only now, with his day winding down, was he curious about this old friend who had suddenly surfaced. Having nothing to go on, he dismissed the thought, though he did tell Mandy about it later.
They spent another memorable evening together in Bobby’s bed, where their ability to pleasure each other improved further still, employing the slow, tender methods that savored quality over quantity. Even atop his face, Mandy moved languidly, letting that delicious feeling build bit by bit for such a long time, until sensing the imminent climax, where frenzied rocking of her hips brought about one of the most stunning orgasms ever. Even their final act, with Bobby between her thighs, was a thing of beauty, the expression of love more important than the final outcome.
When his mom’s text came, they had only ten minutes before his mom would be home, but they were already dressed, sitting together in the TV room, paying little attention to whatever was on when they turned the TV on.
“You have no idea who this old friend is?” Mandy asked.
“Not a clue. I mean, she could have a whole bunch of friends from college that I’d know nothing about and that wouldn’t be unusual, but she was being a bit secretive about it.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t be here when she gets home? In case she wants to talk to you about it?”
“That’s probably a good idea,” he agreed, and minutes later, they were kissing by the open door to her car before she drove off, Mandy’s last comment a reminder to ask his mom about church just two days away.
Bobby was putting their glasses in the dishwasher when his mother returned. She called out from the door to the garage, startled by his presence so near in the kitchen.
“Hi, Mom!”
“Oh! Hello, Bobby,” she said almost wistfully. “Has Mandy gone home already?”
“Yeah, she, um … has something to do early tomorrow morning,” he fibbed. “Did you have a nice time with your old friend?” he asked, trying unsuccessfully to sound nonchalant.
“Yes. Yes, I did,” she said with a smile, but seeing the curious look on her son’s face, added, “I’ll uh … tell you about it another time, okay? I’m very tired. Goodnight, Bobby!”
“Oh, Mom! I keep forgetting. I’m gonna go to church with Mandy and her family on Christmas Eve, and they suggested you come along as well. I told them you weren’t too keen on church anymore, but promised I’d ask.”
She looked thoughtful for several moments before replying, a smile playing on her lips.
“You know, the way things have been going lately, maybe it’s time for me to embrace Jesus again,” she said, her smile suggesting they were good things she was referring to. “Yes, Bobby! I will join you two and Mandy’s family at church on Christmas Eve!”
She kissed him lovingly on the forehead and walked away, leaving Bobby with more questions than answers, but resigned to having to wait until she was comfortable talking about it.
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So, Mia’s more or less a forgotten memory and our cute, young couple are even happier than before. What’s Bobby’s mom up to with her mysterious old friend appearing out of nowhere? Stay tuned to find out and remember to ‘Like,’ ‘Favorite,’ and comment if you enjoyed this chapter and … THANKS FOR READING!!
