Lewis' mom

I arrive at Lewis’ high school home. It’s a typical suburban house, one level with an attached garage. Back in those days, we would hang out here occasionally after school. Lewis's car is nowhere to be seen. When I get out of my car, I hear a lawnmower running in the backyard. I ring the doorbell but get no response, so I go around to the back.

I pass the small raised garden. There is a bucket full of weeds nearby and the soil looks freshly watered. Lewis’ mom is at the back corner of the lot, walking behind the gas mower. She is wearing a loose fitting, black camisole and a pair of medium length, black, cotton Adidas shorts that she has probably owned since the late nineties. Her light brown hair flairs out from under her faded blue baseball cap and stops an inch above her shoulders.

She must have just started. She reaches the end of the first row, turns 180, and initiates the return pass. I wave to her from the patio. She lights up with a big smile and waves back. She finishes her row, letting the mower stall out at the end.

“Oh my gosh! Hi, Warren! I didn’t expect to see you today. What bring you here?” Without hesitation she gives me a big hug, squishing her breasts against me pleasantly. {if Edge > 60}All the edging I’ve been doing is getting to my head. I try to will my swelling dick back down.{endif}

“Hi, Mindy! I’m here to help Lewis finally get his stuff out of your way. I guess he isn’t here yet.”

She takes off her gardening gloves and drops them onto the patio. “Well, that’s nice of you. I haven’t seen him yet, either. You can wait inside. Tonya is home today.” Home, but can't be bothered to answer the door, apparently.

“That’s okay, it’s nice outside. It looks like you have been busy this morning.” Her knees are dirty, probably from weeding. Her stained sneakers-turned-workshoes are sprinkled with grass clippings. A few areas of her shirt are darkened with sweat.

“Well, it’s a lot easier than doing it in the afternoon.” She looks down at herself, realizing how she must look. “Sorry I’m so filthy. I wasn’t expecting guests.

“Don’t worry, you look fine. I was just at the gym, so I’m dirtier than I look.” In more ways than one, I think to myself.

She reaches out and gives my shoulder two quick squeezes. “No kidding! You look like you just graduated from bootcamp! What brought this on?” Her appraising stare {if Edge > 60}makes my cock misbehave even more.{else}sends an unexpected tingle through my balls.{endif}

“Oh, you know. Staying healthy... get more dates...” I’m feeling a little embarrassed. She cocks an eyebrow at me. The problem in my shorts is getting worse quickly so I look for a distraction. “Do you mind if I finish mowing for you while I wait for Lewis?” Without waiting for an answer, I walk past her she can’t see my issue.

“Help yourself. I’m short on volunteers around here.” That was probably a gentle shot at Tonya.

I pull the starter two, three, four times and get nothing.

“Here, there is a trick to this one,” she says, gesturing for me to step back. She adjusts something, maybe the ****. I try and fail to ignore her cleavage as she leans over, grateful she is looking at the mower and not my shorts. She gets it going in one yank. “All yours. I’ll make you guys a snack inside.”

I concentrate on mowing grass.