Mandy and Me Ch. 02

After making our purchases, we drove to the jobsite.

When we arrived I unlocked the toolbox on the truck and we unloaded the tools and extension cords. I'd left my table saw in the garage, since the framing crew had installed the garage doors and exterior doors when they dried the house in so it could be locked up.

The roofing crew was already there working. They started at daylight so they could get off the roof before it became too hot, and later in the summer would string lights, working at night, to avoid the heat, and to minimize the possibility of damaging the shingles when they were heat softened during the day.

I had the plan sheets in the kitchen where I'd been working the day before. I briefly reviewed the plans with Larry before we started assembling the cabinets I'd already cut out.

Having the help sped up the job. I'd already laid the cabinets out on the walls so we knew where everything went.

We were almost ready to hang that ten foot cabinet when Raymond drove up. I introduced him to Larry, and they talked for a few minutes, as he took him to his truck to fill out his W2 and other papers while I worked on some of the smaller cabinets.

When they came back into the kitchen, Raymond told me that the brick would be delivered today along with the sand and Portland cement for the masonry crew, who were scheduled to start tomorrow. He wanted me to sign for the deliveries and keep the tickets for him, since he was going to be tied up on the Longview job the rest of the day.

I told him I'd take care of it and we would see him tomorrow.

After Raymond left, we got busy, assembling and hanging the cabinets. We talked while working, since he was always asking questions about methods and materials. It was a pleasurable day and I discovered that I enjoyed answering questions and teaching, mainly because he was a good student and eager to learn.

By 5:30 we were ready to call it a day. We'd put in a hard ten hours, and were glad to climb into the air-conditioned truck cab for the ride home.

"I see what you meant about eatin' my Wheaties, this mornin'," Larry commented. "My butt's draggin'. How long will it take to get used to this kinda work?"

"You'll start adjustin' in a day or two, and it'll start gettin' easier. One thing that'll help is to watch the way I move on the job. I've been doin' it long enough, by now, that I've figured out how to get the work done without a lot of wasted effort. Right now, while you're learnin' everything, you're havin' to double back on doin' some things. You'll figure out that workin' smart won't tire you as much as workin' hard."

"I did notice that you always had everything you needed right there, when you went to do somethin' today. I guess that's part of workin' smart."

"That's exactly right, Larry. It'll take a few days, but you'll soon begin to figure it out. I can say that I'm pleased with what we got done today, and I'm sure Raymond'll be happy too. Just wait and see what he says, when he comes by tomorrow."

We'd cooled down and were ready to eat again when we got home. Larry walked across the street, saying he'd be ready to go at 6:00 the next morning. I told him to rest up and I'd see him then, as I headed for the house.

When I went in the back door, Mom was there to greet me with a hug and kiss. She'd already showered and was in her robe, and had dinner almost ready. I was undressing as I headed for the bathroom, since the shower was calling me.

After I showered and put on a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt, I went to the kitchen, ready to sit down and eat.

She had pork chops, green beans and mashed potatoes ready and on the plates. She'd prepared enough that I'd have leftovers for lunch tomorrow.

We sat and began eating.

As we ate we talked about our days. She was interested in how Larry had worked out on the job. When we finished I helped her clean up the kitchen. We also folded laundry and put things away.

We sat in the living room on the sofa, where she sat in my lap, with my arm around her shoulder.

We had the TV on. Our favorite Tuesday night programs were Rawhide, Red Skelton, and Petticoat Junction. We both liked the westerns and comedy shows.

I'd lit a cigarette we shared while watching Rawhide. We each had a glass of iced tea we were sipping on.

"So you think Larry is going to work out?" she asked.

"I really think so," I said. "I believe Raymond'll be happy with what we did today. We got the kitchen finished and cut out the bath vanities. He was a big help and really wants to learn. I'd guessed it would take me three weeks to do everything, but we'll be done sooner, because having him as a full time helper sure speeds the work up."

"Connie called me after I got home. I think she was concerned about how he'd work out."

"He was pretty tired this afternoon. It'll take him a day or two to get used to working the nine to ten hour days," I said.

"How are your feet and legs tonight?" I asked her.

"Kinda tired," she said.

"Why don't you lay back and let me massage them for you?" I asked her.

She got off my lap and lay down with her feet in my lap.

I massaged her feet and calves slowly, paying special attention to the balls of her feet and her calf muscles. She was sighing and moaning quietly, "Mmmmmmm. That feels so good I'll give you a day to stop."

"Mom, I'm glad you don't mind explaining stuff to me," I said. "Your willingness to talk openly to me about things means a lot. That's one of the many reasons I love you.

"You've taken the time and done a lot to help me start getting over my shyness and have taught me about sex and how to bring a girl pleasure. I guess I woulda figured it out, but she probably wouldn't have enjoyed it," I told her.

While I was massaging her feet and legs the bottom of her robe had fallen open. She wasn't wearing panties and I was getting a perfect beaver shot, so as I massaged up onto her thighs, I had to drag my fingers through her slit.

After I finished, she got into my lap.

"Mike, I love you and want you to be as happy as Bill and I were. What we've talked about and what we've been doin' will help you get there."

We continued to talk while watching TV. My hand was busy exploring her pussy, where I could feel her vulva and clit swelling and I began to smell the odor of her arousal.

"Shut the TV off and let's go to bed," she finally said, after I'd begun to lightly pinch her clit.

I eagerly complied.

Once we were in the bedroom, she took her robe off while I shed my tee shirt and gym shorts. She was watching as I did.

"No underwear?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same question," I said, with a laugh.

"I was tryin' to be ready for you. Now, get over here, 'cause you've played with me and got me all hot and bothered. Get over here and put that thing in me."

She lay back, and then raised and spread her knees. I got between her luscious thighs and moved up until my penis touched her vulva. Her inner labia were already flaring open and acted like a funnel guiding my erection to its home in her wonderfully tight, warm, and wet, vagina.

Mom sucked her breath in as I slowly pushed into her. I slowly pushed in until I felt my balls come to rest against her taint. I leaned forward and kissed her as I slowly began to retract and thrust back into her. She was moving her hips in a circular motion and humping up to meet each downward thrust of mine.

"Baby, fuck me. Give it to me harder. I want it."

I increased the speed and power of my thrusts as she began to thrash about under me.

"Give me that dick. C'mon and give it to me. Fuck me harder. Harder," she moaned. "Fill my pussy with your cum. I want it!"

I was thrusting like a mad man and could feel my balls drawing up. I was getting close. Mom's face, neck, and chest were flushing and she was covered with a sheen of sweat like me. We were both extremely close to cumming. Like an explosion, the dam burst, as we both slipped over the edge into an orgasmic nirvana together.

***

Mrs. Elizabeth Davidson, Mike's grandmother, called his mother while he was at work. As she and Patsy, his mother, talked, she asked how Mike was doing and if he was showing any interest in girls. Patsy said that there was no change other than he had talked some about the girl his grandmother knew, which was welcome news.

Mrs. Davidson explained that she and Amanda's mother had decided that Amanda and Mike would be good for each other. Knowing what Mike's grandmother had said about Amanda, Patsy thought it might be a good idea for them to meet, though it would mean she had to give him up as her lover.

In the course of the conversation, the decision to make was when to get them together and make it appear to be accidental. Several options were discussed but none seemed ideal.

29 June

Larry and I were hard at work when Raymond came by the jobsite just before noon. We'd assembled the vanity cabinets, had them installed, and were measuring for the closet shelves when he arrived.

"How's it goin'? Looks like y'all are making progress," he said, after looking around for a few minutes.

"Yep, we are. Having the help has sure sped up the job," I remarked. "I've got a good hand here. We finished the kitchen yesterday, got the vanities today, and are workin' on closet shelving now."

"Y'all are movin' right along. I'll have to go by the lumberyard and see if I can get the doors delivered earlier. I'll also check on the stair materials."

"Well, we've got the paneling and moulding to do in the den and all the window stools and casings to work on, so there's enough to keep us busy," I said. "There's also the crown mouldings in the living and dining rooms to do, but I'm gonna have to get another stepladder for that."

"I've got a ladder I'll bring by tomorrow mornin'. Why don't y'all plan a short day on Friday? I'll bring the paychecks by early so you can take off about 2:30 that afternoon. You'll have about 43 hours and Larry will have about 33, and don't worry about workin' Saturday."

I looked at Larry and he looked back at me.

"Sounds good to us," I said.

After Raymond left, Larry and I ate our lunch and went back to work.

I figured he would be happy with getting off early and having the weekend to spend time with Karen would suit him. I was right, since he was going to be busy getting a wedding planned.

30 June-1 July

The remainder of the week was much the same. Larry and I worked during the days and spent the nights with our ladies, he with Karen and me with Mom.

Friday we were cleaned up and on our way home by 2:45. Raymond had stopped by the job with the paychecks before noon, and was very pleased with the progress we'd made.

On the way home I asked Larry if he needed to go by the bank to deposit or cash his check, since I needed to make deposits into my checking and savings accounts and hold out some cash for the weekend. He wanted his all in cash, so we stopped and took care of our business.

I drove to Larry's home to drop him off. Since I was off early I planned to surprise Mom, so I headed for the grocery store where the butcher cut a couple inch and a half thick boneless ribeye steaks for me and I got a couple nice baking potatoes.

Getting home, I had time to shower and dress in my usual gym shorts and tee shirt. By the time Mom got home at 4:45 I was ready to light the grill, and had the potatoes in the oven, baking.

When she walked in the front door I was there to greet her. She dropped her purse and a package from the drug store in the chair before turning where I wrapped her in a hug and kissed her.

"Glad to see you," she said. "What are you doing here at this time of day?"

"Raymond sent us home at 2:30 today. He told us not to work tomorrow, since we're ahead of schedule. How was your day?" I asked her.

"Not too bad. We actually had a light patient load today so I'm not so tired this evening."

"That's good," I told her. "I've got supper started."

"What're we havin'?" she asked.

"I picked up a couple of ribeyes and bakin' potatoes at the store on the way home," I said. "I figured I'd grill the steaks and do twice baked potatoes. Maybe you'll put a salad together."

"Sounds good to me," she said. "Let me get my clothes off and get cleaned up."

I followed her into the bedroom, where I helped her take her clothes off with plenty of touching and teasing.

"Mom, you're so beautiful," I told her, after she was naked. "I really like our time together and wish we could live like this the rest of our lives. You mean so much to me, and it's more than just the sex. You're treatin' me like an equal partner, now, like we were an actual married couple, and I really like it."

"Baby, I like it too. Having you is like having your dad back, since y'all are so much alike. I told you, though, that you may find a nice girl and I'll step aside for her. You need to keep your options open. Now, I need to get a quick shower."

She headed for the bathroom while I went to the back porch and lit the charcoal in the grill. Coming back into the kitchen I checked the potatoes. They were ready, so I removed them from the oven and split them so they could cool enough to work on.

I was working on the potatoes when she came into the kitchen. She'd finished her shower and put on her usual green chenille robe and bedroom slippers. I checked the fire in the grill while she began making the salad, and found it would be about another fifteen minutes before I could put the steaks on. After finishing the potatoes, the steaks were put on the grill.

She finished the salad and came out on the back porch.

"The potatoes are back in the oven, and'll be ready in about fifteen minutes. I wish I'd known you were getting steaks for tonight. I'd have stopped and gotten a six-pack of beer. One of the doctors was tellin' us about marinating steaks in beer for an hour or two before cookin', sayin' it tenderizes 'em and gives 'em an excellent flavor."

"You'll have to do that, because it sounds like it'd be good. That way you could have a beer with the meal if you wanted," I commented.

"You could have one too," she said. "Even though you aren't legal yet I wouldn't mind you drinkin' one, as long as you do it here at home and don't drive after."

She returned to the kitchen while I finished the steaks.

The meal was delicious. We enjoyed idly chatting during dinner while we made plans for the weekend. We decided to visit my paternal grandmother Saturday, since we hadn't been to visit her in a couple weeks, and she'd called a few nights ago wanting to see us.

"Grandma seemed a little down when I talked to her the other day, and said that she really wanted to talk to us this weekend," Mom told me.

Mom's parents had both passed away. Her father had been killed in an oilfield accident in 1950 and her mother from a heart condition six years ago. She had an older brother that was overseas, working for an oil company, and only rarely came back to the states.

My paternal grandfather had passed away two years earlier, and as far as I knew, his will had left the family farm to my grandmother and the uncle I'd bought my truck from. My grandmother, who was still living on the farm, and my two uncles were the only living family I had besides Mom.

After dinner, we worked together to clean up the kitchen. Our normal working together banter continued during that time. When finished we each got a glass of iced tea and went to the living room. Once there, we took what had become our usual seats - me on the sofa and her in my lap.

I'd turned on the TV. Our normal Friday night viewing was Wild Wild West, Hogan's Heroes, and Gomer Pyle USMC. I had a feeling we might get distracted tonight, but it wasn't a major issue, since the summer reruns were on anyway.

We shared a cigarette and talked while the TV provided background noise.

"I'm glad you have this weekend off," she said, as she sat in my lap. That'll give us some time together without working in the shop."

"Yeah," I said, "it does. I'm curious to know what Grandma wants. You don't think she's planning to sell the farm do you? The last time I saw Uncle Junior he talked like he was thinkin' of selling his part of it.

"I always liked being out there when I was growing up," I continued. "I wish Dad had lived, because I'd stand a chance at one day having part of the farm myself, since I've always wanted to live out there."

"I don't know what she wants, because all she said was that she wanted to see us," Mom said. "She did tell me that Junior was going to be there this weekend."

"It'll be good to see him again," I said. "With him livin' and workin' down in Texas City we don't see him much. I wonder if Aunt Kathy and the girls'll be with him?"

My uncle had three daughters. His wife, Kathy, was a librarian for the school system and he worked for Union Carbide in their Texas City plant.

"I don't know, because she didn't say. We'll have to wait 'til tomorrow to find out."

It was as I thought. We ended up shutting the TV off early because of the distraction between her thighs.

2 July

The next morning, after we'd breakfasted and cleaned up, we got in Mom's car for the drive to my grandmother's house. I was behind the wheel for the trip. It wasn't a long distance, but was on dirt roads most of the way, with a lot of zigs and zags due to the roads being laid out along property lines after the area was settled in the early 1800s. The state was building a new highway that would save quite a bit of time and distance but it was still about six or seven months from completion.

We arrived about 8:30, to find Grandma and my Uncle Junior sitting on the front porch when we arrived. Grandma invited us in so we all went to the kitchen and sat around the table while she poured each of us coffee. We spent the next hour or so talking and catching up on what each of us were doing, until Grandma took the conversation over.

"I wanted all of you here today so I could talk with you. I have to make some plans and change some things because it looks like I don't have much longer to live.

"On the last visit to my doctor he told me that I have an advanced cancer that they can't treat. I've been feeling run down for several months and have been havin' some occasional dizziness. He's been running tests to find out why, and sent me to a specialist in Longview. They figured out I have a colon cancer and think it has spread into my brain. Their best guess is that I have about six months to a year left," she said.

This was a surprise and a shock to us.

End Chapter 2 - to be continued