Her mother

“MAAaggie, Baby, I’m home!” you hear Maggie’s mom shout out.

“I’m upstairs mom! I’ll be right down!” Maggie responds.

Dave breathes a little sigh of relief at the fact that it’s her mother. Her mother always kinda liked him, treating him kindly, almost motherly.

Dave gets into the bathroom, and flushes the toilet. He stays in the bathroom for a second more, getting his raging hard on under control, then makes his way back to the stairs. He sees Maggie at the bottom of the stairs hugging her mother.

“I noticed you’re not favoring your ankle anymore. Has it finally healed?”

“I…ummm…” Maggie says, then lifts her leg and spins the ankle and wonders about the lack of discomfort, “Oh…wow, oh this is great! It feels like I remember it!” She hugs her mother again.

Dave smiles at the joy in her voice as he starts down the stairs, wishing her mother to not get upset at him being upstairs. The bathroom excuse wouldn’t cut it as there’s a bathroom on the ground floor. “Hey, Mrs. Simmons, how are you?”

She looks up and smiles at him, “Hi Dave! What brings you here?”

Dave shrugs, “I don’t know really. I was fired today, and I figured talking to Maggie would lift my spirits.”

“You were fired? But why?”

“My boss wanted to get rid of me to get her boy toy into the office, and in her power.” He says shrugging again.

Maggie’s mother gets a sour look, “See, it’s women like that that give women executives a bad name. The nerve of that women. I want her name before you leave. I’ll get the Labor Board to investigate. If it’s true, it’s blatant Sexual Discrimination. And Harassment on the boy toy‘s, as you put it, part.”

Dave grins telling Mrs. Simmons her name. Charlene will get it now, he thinks.

“But enough of that, did Maggie lift your spirits?”

“Tremendously. She’s a very sweet girl, I’m glad I came over. In fact, if it’s not too much, I’d like to repay her for lifting my spirits.”

Maggie looks at him adoringly, and he didn’t wish that. Seems Dave heightening her attraction to him, combined with reading the story had awakened suppressed feelings in her heart. Maggie’s mother notices the look and smirks, “That’s my baby. Such a good girl. I can tell it’ll be amenable on her part. And I have no objections.”

Dave smiles broadly, “You don’t think I’m too…”

“Nonsense. Freddy is ten years my senior. Now a couple years ago I would have objected, but she’s a young women now fully capable of making her own decisions. Though never too old to ask for advice, right baby?”

“Right!” Maggie chirps, looking at Dave from the corner of her eye.

“Alright, sooo…tomorrow is Friday, I’ll pick you up at...seven?”

“It sounds spectacular.”

Maggie escorts him to the front door as he wishes her mother to go upstairs to change. “I’ll see you tomorrow Dave, I’m going to go up and change, maybe take a shower. Yes that’s what I’ll do.”

Maggie grabs his hand at the front door, waiting for her mother to get upstairs. She stares at Dave, smiling. Then as they hear her parents bedroom door close, Maggie gets on her toes leaning into him. The kiss is long and promising.

Dave breaks the kiss, and starts down the stairs, “I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

Dave turns away, and another little flash comes to him. Time to see is Pamela purposefully caused her accident.