Jeff turned the lawn mower off. He needed a smoke, so he snuck around the front of the house to make sure the coast was clear. The 18-year-old boy had come to his divorced grandmother's house to cut the lawn, and now that she had taken off for a run, figured this was a good time. Trouble was, he wasn't exactly sure when she'd left. He'd been cutting her grass, like a dutiful grandson not so much eager to please his strong-willed grandmother as he was to make the few bucks she paid him for it.
He leaned against the corner of the house, keeping a watchful eye on the road as he fired up a cigarette. His granny, Mandy, would be gone awhile. She loved long runs, Jeff knew, and was banking on this time to chill out of the watchful eye of his athletic granny. He knew the route, and could count on seeing her turning the corner far down the road, giving him ample time to snuff the smoke and get back to work.
Mandy loved working out, a sexy 62-year old with the shoulder length dark blonde hair and muscular, chiseled features who devoted her life to staying in shape. The result was a rock-hard body that was the envy of women half her age.
And she hated smoking. The long-time nurse had seen firsthand smoking's harmful effect. She knew her grandson smoked, or suspected it, and had stern talks with him about the filthy habit, the stink of it, the health issues it caused, the taste of smoke, but he just denied it and always changed the subject. He was very careful not to smell like smoke in her presence; Mandy was noted for a fiery temper and in the past, whenever the young boy would get out of hand, would wrestle him into submission, playfully but firmly, subjecting him to the full fury of her muscular body.
Mandy rounded a corner near her house and instead of going up the road in front, cut down the road behind it, dragging the run out on the brutally humid summer day, loving the sweat she'd worked up, the release of tension, the energy it brought to her amazing body. As she darted by homes where men worked in the front yard, she smiled at the stares they gave her. She was used to it, as she dashed along in her ball cap with hair tucked up in a ponytail, her tight, sweat-soaked white t-shirt clinging to her rugged, slender torso, and tiny tight silky black running shorts and short black socks on her feet, her legs a pounding flow of tight sinew and muscle.
It was there, as she ran up the road and into her back yard, she saw Jeff leaning on the house. Smoking a cigarette. Which he stubbed out in the grass, leaving it there and turning to return to his chores. And where Mandy stood, angry, arms folded across her impressive chest.
"Oh, really, Jeff?" she snarled. "Smoking? At MY house? In MY yard? And leaving your filthy butt behind?!"
"Uh, Granny, I, uh...." He stammered.
"That the best you can do?" she growled, walking by him to pick up the butt and hold it in her fingers to show him. "This ends now, right now. You WILL stop smoking. And you WILL eat this butt!"
"What?" he said, incredulously. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"
Mandy's look hardened. She didn't broach bad language, either.
"Have it your way, young man," she snapped.
She tucked the butt into the pocket of her shorts and moved like lightning, running quickly behind the stunned boy, who was a good four inches shorter than Mandy's towering five-foot-eight. Snaking her long, sinewy arms around his neck in a sleeper hold, she fell to her back with the boy and snapped her powerful long legs around his midsection, squeezing hard and making him howl in pain.
"Remember this, buddy?" she hissed into his ear. "Remember how we'd rassle and I'd take you in my arms and legs? You couldn't fight me off then, and you're certainly not gonna do it now!"
"Leggo, dammit, leggo of me!" he screamed. "Goddammit, Granny, my fucking ribs, OWWWWW!"
"Tough to breathe is it?" she laughed. "That's a product of smoking, you stupid little boy! And my bodyscissor hold, of course, but I WILL get you to stop smoking! TODAY!"
She tightened her sleeper on his neck, immediately crimping the blood flow to his brain, and he went dizzy and slack in her powerful old arms, begging for mercy in an oxygen-deprived slur.
"Lemmme...go...pleesh," he said, seconds from passing out, his arms falling to his sides, his ribs bent in Mandy's powerful scissor grip but not feeling the pain due to his near unconscious state.
"Good, good," she cooed, releasing the sleeper and before Jeff could recover, taking the butt from her pocket and stuffing it into his mouth. "Now EAT that butt!"
He regained his composure and was about to spit it out when Mandy suddenly bridged up on her hands, thrusting her long legs out and brutally squeezing the boy's ribs, nearly snapping them in the savage grip. He howled in agony, and his hands pawed at the sweat-soaked limbs of solid muscle for release, finding none. Mandy relocked her sneakered feet and squeezed harder.
"EAT IT!" she roared. "Eat that butt or I swear I will scissor you in half!"
He had no choice and gamely chewed the foul cigarette butt and gulped it down. Mandy relinquished her full squeeze, and snapped her arms back up around his neck in a sleeper. He instantly went slack in her arms and she laughed.
"Reduced blood flow, a byproduct of your filthy habit!" she laughed. "Now, to continue my smoking cessation plan, I think you need to take a little nap first!"
Instantly, upon increasing the pressure, Mandy knocked the boy out cold, holding his convulsing body in her arms and legs until he stilled. Then she easy scooped him into her powerful arms, walking into the house, every inch of her body tensed, ready and sweating up a storm.
"Whew, I stink!" she laughed to herself as she walked in. "That will certainly come in handy."
Jeff woke sitting in a chair in the living room, blinking and focusing on his grandmother before him, who had peeled down to her black sports bra and black booty panties beneath, black socks and sneakers. She was running in place, her incredible legs bulging with muscle under creamy tanned skin.
"What the fuck?" he groaned, and tried to stand up.
