tagIncest/TabooMandy and Me Ch. 30

Mandy and Me Ch. 30


Writer's Note: If you are new to this series, I strongly suggest you begin at Chapter 1, since each chapter builds on the previous, and there might be difficulties understanding the story without the full background. This chapter picks up at the end of chapter 29 and covers further adventures of the Davidson clan. As always, a big tip of the Stetson to all the loyal readers, for following along. Enjoy and please vote.

Literary critics are advised -- I am a retired wood butcher, still learning the art of weaving a story. A special thanks goes to my good friend, Ciguardian, for the lessons he's taught, and for his always insightful comments and suggestions. I could never do this without him.

As always, I make no apology for the content of my stories. Any reader that doesn't care for what I write is more than welcome to write the perfect story, and point it out, so I can read what you've written, learning from your work.

The Standard Boilerplate Declarations Always Apply - Legal -- All persons engaging in described sexual activity are 18 or older, Advisory -- This is NOT a one-page stroke story. If that's what you want, look elsewhere, and Caution -- There is tobacco use (smoking) in this story. The setting is 1967, and I am writing to reflect those times. If this bothers you, go elsewhere.

Chapter 30 -- A Strange Request, and a Shocking Revelation

3 Sept


Mandy and I were sitting in the living room, with our twins, that Sunday. It was mid afternoon, and she had nursed them and gotten them to sleep, and then her attention had turned to me. I'd gotten a small sample of the 'cream' she was providing Tommie and Annie, and she was in the process of getting a creamy protein snack from me, when we heard a vehicle coming down our drive.

"I'll just bet that's Jack an' Grandma," she moaned plaintively, pulling her mouth away from its task and interrupting a most delightful blowjob. "Put that back in your jeans, an' let's go welcome 'em home. I'll take care of it later."

"Dammit! Talk about piss poor timin'. I was gettin' real close, there!" I grumbled.

"You're not any happier'n I am, about it, Honey," she sighed. "You know how much I love that creamy snack you feed me. Trust me, this ain't over, not by a long shot. It'll just have t' be continued, later tonight -- an' that's a promise, from me t' you!"

"I'll hold you t' that," I grumbled, again as I rearranged myself, zipped my jeans, and followed her to the door leading onto the back porch as I buckled my belt.

"You won't have to, Baby," she winked at me, licking her lips lasciviously. "I'll be holdin' myself to it!"

We discovered she was right, when we stepped out on the porch. Jack had just parked his truck under the carport and was getting out, so both of us walked over to help with their luggage, and to assist Grandma down from the cab.

Over all the years I'd known her, I could probably count the number of times I'd seen her in anything other than a skirt and blouse, or a housedress, on the fingers of one hand. Thus, I have to admit that I was quite pleasantly surprised to see her wearing a rather form-fitting pair of denim jeans and a pale powder blue chambray shirt.

The way the outfit clung to her gave me a new appreciation for her figure. In the years since Granddad's death, she'd gained more than a few pounds, and then the ravages of cancer had seen her lose most of that extra weight. Her post-surgery physical therapy, along with the exercise regimen she'd been put on, at the clinic (and which Karen had kept her following, once we'd been able to bring her home with us) had really given her back her once-trim look, and maybe even bettered it -- and it showed, rather nicely.

Her 'new and improved' figure was seriously closing in on rivaling those of either Mandy or Mom and, along with her fairly unlined face and the long medium-brown hair she'd pulled into a fetching ponytail tied with a bit of purple silk that matched the purple kerchief around her neck, it made her look like a much younger woman. The physical change had combined with the new vitality that falling in love with Jack had given her, and she was a changed woman, indeed! I'd have said that she didn't look a day over fifty, if I wasn't aware of the fact that she'd be turning seventy-two in November!

"Lookin' mighty fine, there, Grandma," I kidded her as I held her waist and swung her down from the passenger seat, giving her a soft 'wolf whistle.'

"Oh, go on, with you, Mike!" she blushed, giving me a half smile as she leaned in to hug me and plant a soft kiss on my cheek. "I ain't all o' that!"

"I beg t' differ with you, on that," I told her. "Beauty is in the eye o' the beholder, an' the beauty these eyes are beholdin' is pretty doggone nice!"

"Boy's right, Sweetness," her husband defended me. "An' it's high time you admitted it, t' yourself! I lassoed me a fine-lookin' filly! Best-lookin' one on the whole Davidson spread!"

"You men are both plumb loco," she giggled, rolling her eyes, "but, just the same, I love the pair o' you, dearly, for them kind words.

"So, where did you get those clothes, Grandma?" Mandy asked.

"Jack's daughter, Mary Elizabeth," Grandma replied. "She an' Paula asked me t' go ridin' with 'em, one mornin', an' I hadn't thought t' pack anythin' but dresses an' skirts an' blouses in my bag. Luckily, Paula had a pair o' jeans an' a shirt that fit me well enough for the mornin's ride. They took me into town that very afternoon, though, an' saw to it that I had a few outfits worth wearin' for knockabout, on a ranch. This is one of 'em."

"Well, it looks really nice, on you, Grandma -- just like Mike said," she told her.

Apparently, married life -- and the doctor's reports -- agreed with her and had her feeling pretty chipper, because she refused our offers of assistance with getting up the steps to the porch.

"Y'all just get out o' my way," she insisted. "I've got t' get inside an' check on those babies!"

There was nothing to do but step aside and let her go. I just stood by and watched, smiling, as Grandma spryly took the steps to the porch in a way I hadn't seen her do, for years, with Mandy following close behind.


"I'd appreciate it if you'd try an' be quiet, Grandma," I commented as she and I walked in through the back door. "I just got the twins down for a nap."

"I'll be quiet, Baby," she giggled softly. "I just need t' look in on 'em, is all.

"'Fore I forget, Mandy, Jack an' I sure want t' thank you an' Mike for lettin' us use the cabin," she told me. "Much as I love the bustle o' the house, it was a pleasure t' have a place just t' the two of us, for our first couple o' days as man an' wife."

"Did you bother gettin' dressed, at all, Grandma?" I teased her.

"That's for us t' know, an' you t' find out, missy," she chuckled, her eyes twinkling.

"Which is exactly why I'm askin'," I shot back.

"I'll leave that t' your imagination," she retorted, but her sly wink, and the giggle in her voice told me exactly what I needed to know.

"You didn't!" I laughed softly.

"Like I said, it was nice t' have a place just t' the two of us, for a couple days, an' I have t' thank you -- for the both of us -- for lettin' us use the place. Like as not, with you bein' pregnant, I don't imagine y'all've had a chance t' use that bed yet," she giggled suggestively.

"That's okay, Grandma. I had him put me over the porch rail, 'fore we even got the inside o' the cabin finished, an' the furniture moved in," I tossed her good-natured barb right back at her.

"I guess the two o' you do have a likin' for porch an' balcony rails, don't you, Baby?" she shot right back at me, subtly reminding me of the story I'd told her, about our honeymoon.

"You'd understand, if you tried it, Grandma," I giggled.

"Who's t' say we didn't, Baby?" she smiled, winking at me again.

It appeared there would never be a chance to get ahead of Grandma, but that sure wouldn't stop me from trying!


"Let me give you a hand with the bags, Jack," I chuckled, as I turned from watching the antics of the two ladies when they disappeared into the house. "Can you tell me anythin' about how things went, down at the clinic?"

"Things actually went pretty good," he replied, as we headed into the house to put the bags in their bedroom. "All the doctor an' lab reports came back good. Her colon is healin' really well, an' they told us the blood work all looked good, too. They said it's a little early, but it looks like she's cancer free, for now."

"That's great news, Jack!" I said, with a broad smile. "That's wonderful!"

"Don't I know it, Mike!" he agreed, grinning from ear to ear. "Took me long enough t' find Liz'beth an', now that I have, I ain't ready t' let her go."

"Why don't you call Mom an' Dad, Sugar?" I suggested to Mandy, who was standing beside Grandma, looking down at Tommy and Annie as they dozed peacefully in their baby-carriers, as Jack and I came into the living room.

"Be glad to, Honey. I'm sure they'll be happy t' know y'all are back, an' that everything is lookin' good. I've got that pot roast in the oven, so I might as well invite 'em for dinner. There'll be plenty enough food t' go around."

Mandy headed for the kitchen, to make the call, to avoid disturbing the napping twins, while Jack and I followed, to put on a pot of coffee. Grandma stayed in the living room, to be near her great grandchildren.

"The strangest thing was after we got down there, Wednesday afternoon, an' got us checked in," Jack commented, as I settled the stem and the basket of grounds into place in the percolator, put the lid on, and put it on the stove. "First rattle out o' the box, they took her down for some X-rays an' lab work, an' then they brought her back t' the room. They were real nice about puttin' us in a room, together, too, by the way.

"Soon as they had her settled in, she started agravatin' 'em about a nurse's aide, name o' Jackie, that she wanted t' see. Wouldn't nothin' do but us put her in a wheelchair, so's I could roll her over t' the wing this girl was busy workin' in.

"I recall her," Mandy put in. "We met her, when we stopped in t' visit Grandma after comin' home from Hawaii, remember, Baby?"

"Now that you mention it, I do recall her," I mused. "Seemed t' be a real nice girl, an' it appeared t' me as though she'd taken' t' Grandma in a special way."

"Well, she an' Liz'beth really had gotten along, thick as thieves, while she was at the clinic," Jack agreed. "An' you should've heard the squealin' as soon as they saw each other. Them two was carryin' on, fit t' bust. Jackie was goin' on about how someone at the hospital had called her into his office, t' tell her she'd been awarded a full scholarship, coverin' all o' her books an' tuition, for six years o' education. She'd already enrolled in her first year o' college, an' was goin' t' study chemistry.

"The way she explained it, some o' the docs had told her that chemistry would be the best way t' go, t' begin, if she really wanted t' get into medical research. Accordin' t' what they said, much o' cancer research was based on chemical reactions, as they studied an' experimented with different drugs an' things.

"While Jackie was tellin' all o' that, Liz'beth was sittin' there, lookin' pleased as punch, like it was one o' her own grandkids tellin' it. I knew she an' Jackie had gotten pretty close, while she was down there, but what I can't figure is why she was so danged happy for that girl."

Listening to Jack, as he recounted that story, brought a memory to the surface.

"I think I know what's goin' on, Jack," I told him. "An', if it's what I think it is, it's just another example o' her livin' what our family believes. Let it rest, for now, an' I'll dig into it later this evenin'."

We'd barely had time to get the pot of coffee brewed, when there came a knock at the back door and Mom, Dad, Liz, and Jen trooped in. We greeted them quickly, and then we all headed for the living room, where Grandma and Mandy were talking, and Grandma was looking longingly at the twins.

Liz and Jen greeted Grandma and their new 'Grandpa Jack' with hugs and kisses, spent a few minutes fussing over how cute the babies were, and being frustrated that they weren't allowed to interrupt 'nap-time' by picking them up to hold them. After Mandy solved the problem by promising them each some baby-holding time, later in the evening, they raided the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter for an apple, which they peeled and sliced up before heading down to the barn to look in on Midnight and Candy, their horses.

"Where's Laura?" Grandma asked Mom and Dad.

"Over in Tyler, with Harry," Mom answered her briefly. "I gave her a call, right 'fore we came over, they'll be headed up in a few minutes. They know t' come here, though, an' not our house."

Once we'd settled in and had cigarettes lit, Grandma handed Mom a file folder filled with papers.

"I told Doc MacIntyre you'd be askin' after everythin', Patsy," she began, "an' reminded him that you were a nurse, an' would likely understand such things, so he gave me those papers so's you could read 'em an' see, for yourself, how well I'm doin'.

"It was sort o' funny, when we were at the admissions desk, gettin' me checked in. Doc MacIntyre came through, while we were there, an' recognized us. He stopped to chat, for a minute, an' was surprised when we told him we'd married. Then, when Jack mentioned that he'd be back for his follow-up, in a couple o' weeks, Doc MacIntyre wanted him t' go ahead an' check in, t' get his follow-up done, too. He said that it'd save us another trip, since we were comin' from so far away. It'd also put us on about the same schedule, so we can always get our follow-ups on the same day."

"That was mighty nice, of 'em," Dad commented.

"An' they put us in a semi-private room, so we could be together, for the night, which was decent of 'em," Jack added. " 'Course, it was separate beds, but they let us squeeze 'em right next t' each other an' drop them inside bedrails."

Mom took over the conversation, then, delving into the results of all the tests. As Jack had reported, Grandma's blood-work was all excellent, and they were pleased with her weight and the fact that she'd obviously been exercising.

"I told Doc MacIntyre it was all this cowboy's doin'," Grandma told us, with an honest-to-goodness smirk on her face, as she hooked a thumb sideways at her husband, "on account o' all that ridin' he an' I've been doin', the last few weeks."

The sparkle in her eyes -- together with her smirk, giggle, and the pretty blush that colored her face -- made it clear to us that Grandma was definitely talking about something 'bed-related.'

"Mama!" Mom chuckled softly, trying to maintain a put-up look of shock and surprise.

Grandma just smiled smugly, at her, and stuck her tongue out as if to say, "So, there!"

"I figger'd that, by that time, most o' the docs an' nurses knew that Liz'beth lives on a ranch, an' they were likely thinkin' horseback ridin', so I didn't make any effort t' change their minds on that notion," Jack drawled, grinning.

The rest of us couldn't help but laugh along with Grandma's joke and Jack's excellent follow-up, to it, and then Mom went on with her digest of the doctors' reports. Judging by what she told us, the doctors were all extremely pleased with Grandma's and Jack's progress.

"There's also a note, here, that -- if your September follow-up visit shows as much progress as this one did, they'll likely be able to schedule you back in the first or second week of October, to get your ileostomy reversed," she told Grandma. "That's a very minor procedure, compared to what you've been through, Mama. It'll only have you in the hospital for a couple o' days, an' they'll let you come home as soon as you empty your bowels once, with no problems. You'll be up an' around, in a day or two, with hardly a twinge."

"Yeah, they told me that," Grandma smiled, "but I figured I'd let you read that one, for yourself, Patsy. I'll be glad t' get rid o' that thing, so Jack don't have t' look at it, anymore."

"It's part o' what kept you alive for long enough for me t' put them rings on your finger, Sweetness," Jack waggled a finger at her. "I'd look at that thing from now t' doomsday, long as I could hear your sweet voice tellin' me how much you love me!"

"I know, Cowboy," she smiled at him. "Still, I'll be glad t' be shed of it. It gets in the way, when we -- "

She stopped abruptly, blushing, and I think the rest of us all realized what she'd been about to say -- that the 'catch bag' got in the way when the two of them made love. I could understand her sentiment, since I'd been present when Mom had demonstrated how to care for the ostomy to the adults in the family, when we'd brought Grandma home after her surgery.

Mom finished off the report in short order, after that point. Obviously, the doctors at the clinic were surprised by how quickly Grandma regained her vitality -- right up to the point where she had flashed her wedding and engagement bands under their noses, and then they weren't nearly so surprised.

Apparently love, itself, is a pretty potent medicine -- one that even doctors recognize, in their own way! Well, they had made a big fuss over the importance of Grandma's keeping a positive mental attitude throughout her course of treatments and the two surgeries...

After we got the medical reports out of the way, we were treated to Grandma and Jack's recounting of their brief stay at the beach house, and their visit with Jack's family and friends.

"That house in Galveston is a real pretty place, Junior," Jack commented to Dad. "An' I can see why Liz'beth bought it. I can just imagine these kids'll really enjoy spendin' time, down there, in the summers."

"They will, Jack," Dad nodded. "They surely will. I first thought Mama was makin' a foolish purchase, 'til we spent a week down there, just after school was out. Patsy an' I found it t' be pretty relaxin', an' the girls enjoyed the heck out of it."

"I knew you would, Junior," Grandma broke in. "That was why I bought it for the family, in the first place. Mandy, if you won't mind, I'll ask you t' keep track o' the schedulin', for it, the way you're doin' with the cabin. Since Jack's family is a part o' our family, now, I've offered them the opportunity t' use it, too.

"The way I see it, we'll all end up becomin' pretty close, an' I believe we should share. I know you an' Mike like t' deer an' quail hunt, Junior, an' Jack's kids asked us t' tell you their ranch is available, any time you want t' go out there. The mule deer, out there, are bigger than the white tail around here. I know, 'cause I saw a good few, when Jack took me ridin', while we were there."

"I've been thinkin' about that, Mama, since I had the chance t' talk with J E an' Ron. They've already got a good herd o' cattle, an' I don't see why we couldn't come to an arrangement where they'd raise the calves, an' ship 'em here, lettin' us finish 'em, 'fore they go t' the sale. That's somethin' I need t' talk t' Charles about.

"We were talkin' about it, a couple o' weeks ago, an' he tells me the market for good, grass fed beef is really growin'. Accordin' t' what he's found out, there's a growin' market for what they're callin' 'free range' animals, ones that aren't pumped full o' growth hormones an' antibiotics, the way they are in the feed lots.

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