Mothers can be sneaky, untrustworthy creatures. I had very subtly insinuated that I was interested in buying mine something for Mother's Day and a suggestion of what she'd really like would be nice.
Do you know what she decided she would like? A freshly mown lawn. As a matter of fact she'd like one so much that she didn't really want to wait until Mother's Day. Why didn't I do it Saturday afternoon? The exercise would do me good.
See what I mean? Sneaky. So here I was on a perfectly good Saturday afternoon mowing the lawn. What I found most annoying about the whole thing was that Mum wasn't even home to see me slaving away. She and Dad had both gone to watch the footy, leaving me to do the dirty work.
The front lawn was a snap. Small and easily run over. The back yard was something else. It was great to have a large backward when we were growing up. Now that I was mowing the stupid thing I was thinking that maybe the parents should move into a flat. One with no yard would be good.
I started in the centre of the yard, running around a little square. Each time I circled around that square was larger and I could see I was making good progress. I was powering down one side when I thought I heard someone calling. I just ignored it and kept going. Coming back up toward the house I noticed that the gate between our property and the place next door was open and Cathy, affectionately known as Cat, was standing there, tapping her foot and looking angry.
An attractive young woman, Cat. We'd grown up together and she seemed to get a real kick out of bossing me around. I usually let her. It didn't worry me. She'd lay out her orders, I'd agree, she'd go off satisfied and I'd do exactly what I'd intended to all along.
Looking at her standing there, obviously in a snit about something, I did a little mental arithmetic. She was younger than me by nearly a year. I was pushing twenty so she was eighteen, nearly nineteen. And she had a very nice figure I noticed. I wasn't sure exactly when she'd blossomed into that shape, but I was pleased that she had.
I was also pleased that for some reason she was wearing a bikini. It showed off her figure very nicely. I couldn't help wondering how good she'd look without that bikini. As soon as I did the old fellow down below reared its head, wanting to know what had got me interested.
I waved as I approached. I was going to throttle down and stop when I drew level but Cat didn't wait. She crossed angrily over to me and flicked the lead to the spark plug. The motor died and there was silence apart from the radio playing in Cat's place.
"Hi," I said, reconnecting the lead, but not starting the mower.
"You'll have to do that some other time?" stated Cat. "I'm sunbathing and listening to my music and I can't hear it with that thing bellowing."
With that, apparently taking my obedience to her wishes for granted, she turned around and stalked off back to her yard. I watched her go, giving close attention to the way her bottom swished back and forth. Thinking of other instances when her bottom would be moving in interesting ways I could feel my cock getting even harder. The gate banged behind her and I sighed and restarted the mower.
I'd barely got the mower ticking over and Cat was back, glaring at me, hands on her hips. An unfortunate position from my point of view as it threw her breasts out more prominently. She really was having a most unfortunate effect on my libido.
"I asked you not to do that right now," Cat said.
"Actually, you didn't ask. You commanded me. Unfortunately, my mother expects it to be done before she gets home. Guess which one of you is going to be disappointed."
"Can't you just tell her you'll do it another day?"
"Not if I want to eat home cooking."
"You're not being fair. You can do it any time. I want to sunbathe while the weather's hot. And do you mind not looking at me like that?"
"I don't think you're going to catch me mowing the lawn in the rain," I pointed out, "and looking at you like what?"
Silly question. I'd been looking her over and mentally trying to remove her bikini.
"You're looking at me and practically licking your lips. What am I? Some cheesecake? How would you like it if I looked at you like that?"
Cat deliberately ran her eyes over me, looking at my groin. A certain appendage gave an appreciative twitch. Cat couldn't help but notice the movement which was followed by the realisation that I had a full blown erection under my shorts. She blushed.
"You, you've got...ah..um.." Cat suddenly started dithering, which must have been a first for her. Normally she knows exactly what she's going to say and says it.
"A what?" I asked innocently.
"Never mind," she snapped, looking pointedly elsewhere.
"Ohhh, an erection. Surely you've seen one of those before. I'm quite sure you've caused quite a few. It's just a man's way of appreciating a lovely young woman."
From the look on Cat's face she didn't know whether she'd been flattered or insulted. She finally went with insult.
"What do you mean I've seen one before? I don't go looking at men's private parts," she said primly.
