“Hi, Mia,” he said with a friendly tone.

“Bobby! I’m so glad I got you!” she said with a touch of sadness evident.

“Listen, Mia. I’m sorry for the way I left. Are you okay?”

“I’m going back to school tomorrow, and I’d really like to see you tonight. Try to explain? Please?”

“Okay, but I don’t have a car available tonight.”

“I’ll pick you up! Text me your address! Thank you, Bobby!” she said and hung up.

She didn’t have much of a defense for what she and her mother got up to. There was no denying what they'd done, but maybe he’d be sympathetic if he knew how it had started and believed she was going to change. She didn’t expect it to turn into a great romance, but she really liked him, and having him as someone to look forward to seeing when she went home was a pleasant thought.

His mother’s prudish teachings hadn’t kept him from becoming an accomplished lover to several women at once, but she did instill in him a sense of gentlemanly behavior, so he couldn’t just shut Mia down. She couldn’t claim it was all her mother’s idea as they had in their staged scene, but there could be extenuating circumstances he was unaware of.

Mia picked him up in her mother’s E-class Mercedes with her hopes rising when he offered a short but tender kiss when he got in. She’d never seen him dressed normally and liked what she saw with his slacks and tight polo shirt. She’d dressed in tight skinny jeans with an oyster silk blouse, her lacy white bra visible just enough to be enticing. She didn’t want to come off as overtly sensual, but maybe a little sexy wouldn’t hurt.

“I thought we’d go someplace quiet, okay?” she asked as she pulled away from the curb, and he agreed.

She pulled into the small parking area of a neighborhood park not far from her home. The park was empty on a Sunday night, but wide open and fairly well lit. She popped the trunk, retrieved a small picnic basket, and led him to a bench under a large tree, well hidden from any prying eyes. Opening the basket, she handed him two wine glasses and pulled the cork from an already open bottle of Merlot.

“Do you drink wine?” she asked, realizing that he, like her, was underage where alcohol was concerned.

“Yes. One of the few concessions to my adulthood, my mother recognizes,” he replied with a wry smile as she poured both glasses.

“To understanding!” she toasted when Bobby handed her a glass. “Do you remember my telling you that I developed my interest in spanking after seeing a friend get spanked by her mother?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Her name was Doreen, and we were lovers too during the summer and the first half of our senior year. I thought I was in love, and so I was devastated when she broke up with me after the winter break. She’d found someone else. I went home crying my eyes out, and Mom was there for me, holding me, comforting me.”

“That must’ve been rough,” he said sympathetically.

“It was. Weeks later, after I’d seen her with her new lover at a party, I went home crying again. Mom came to my bed and held me on her lap, against her chest. I nuzzled against her chest, and she put a hand on my bare thigh. I looked up into her loving eyes, and her hand moved up my thigh to touch my panties. I closed my eyes, puckered my lips, and it all began with that kiss.”

She paused to measure his reaction, which was mostly neutral. She took that as a good sign; better than a negative one, anyway.

“Doreen used to tell me she thought my Mom was really hot. You know her better than most, Bobby! She is hot! And not just for a woman over forty! Anyway, I don’t know what I was doing. Maybe I was claiming someone whom Doreen would have liked?”

She could see Bobby’s face begin to soften. Pausing to look into the eyes she thought of as gentle and soulful, she continued.

“It wasn’t all the time. We just needed each other at certain times. After a disappointing date at school, when Mom was feeling down about something, things like that. Neither of us knew the other was into spanking, or more accurately, thought we were into it, but when she got her first real spanking from you, and then I was jealous about it, she hatched this scheme. It really was her!” she chuckled. “I’m sorry, Bobby! I really am! We just thought it would make it more exciting for you since Mom knew you liked it too!”

“Well. I guess I can understand that, but Mia? I don’t want to be a part of that again,” he said, honestly.

“It won’t happen again, not even with just me and Mom. We knew it was wrong, but until you, we’d ignored those thoughts because we needed each other. We’ve agreed it can never happen again.”

“So, what would you like to happen now? I thought I liked you; I know I like having sex with you, but I don’t really know you. You know I’ve been with your mom a couple of other times.”

“First, I’d just like you to … like me again, and if you do, I’d like to get together when I’m home from school for some fun; clubbing, movies, dinner. Stuff like that, but not exclusive, and I hope that would include sex,” she started, and taking his hand in hers, opening it up flat, added, “and especially spankings!”

Their eyes danced for a few moments, and then Bobby leaned in to kiss her softly at first, but became decidedly more passionate as she moved to sit in his lap with her arms around his neck.

“Bobby, if you want to give me a real spanking, as punishment for what Mom and I did to you, I’m okay with it.” The offer was made in the spirit of accepting her mistake and the ensuing consequences, but she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that the thought of a truly painful spanking was a turn-on as well.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Mia,” he started and talked over her when she tried to object. “I’d love to spank your perfect, little bottom again, but only if it’s something you want, not something you feel you deserve as punishment. It would be like the first one I gave you.”

“Tonight?” she asked with a bitten lip and raised eyebrows. “The back seat of Mom’s car is pretty roomy?” she posed as a question.

“Tell me. Tell me you want it,” he tested her.

“Please, Bobby? Take me over your knee, pull my panties down, and spank me?” she said before a tender kiss. “And then you can do anything else you want with me.”

Bobby reached for their neglected wine glasses, handed Mia hers, and offered a toast.

“To you, Mia!”

“No, Bobby. To us!” she corrected, and they downed the remainder of the wine, put the glasses back in the basket, and headed for the car, hand-in-hand.

As they approached the car, a chirp signaled that the doors were unlocked, and the trunk popped open. Bobby put the basket in the trunk, shut it, and opened the right-side back door, suggesting she enter first.

“No, you go first. And sit in the middle!”

He got in, expecting Mia to follow him, but his eyes opened wide when he saw her take a quick look around before opening her jeans and tugging the tight denim down to her ankles. She pulled her sandals and pants off and tossed them on the floor of the car before straightening her panties and getting in, kneeling on the seat beside him with a cute and expectant look.

“Is there something you want, Mia?” he asked, wanting to hear her ask again, as it had really turned him on the first time.

“Yes, Bobby!” she said, the cute look yielding to a beautiful smile, as she lay in his lap with her pussy against his thigh. “I want you to spank me!”

“I’d love to! You have such a beautiful bottom!” he said as his hands glided over the pink satin panties that disappeared between her lower cheeks, only to reappear as a bulge covering her swollen pussy.

“Thank y … Ow!” she cried with the first spanks on her perfect cheeks.

Mia was quickly finding a way back into his heart as soft murmurs, winces on her face, and her writhing body spoke of her utter pleasure while her firm cheeks absorbed the distinctive sting of this, her second, spanking. Those feelings he had for her returned, and he promised himself to give her all he had.

“Harder, please, Bobby?” she pleaded, and, “Ooo! Ow! Yeah! Oh, I like that!” when he gave her several in a row on the same cheek, the accumulated sting filling the need for more intensity. “Oh! Just keep … ungh! Ungh! More!” she begged when she figured out his pattern of adding to the number of spanks on a single cheek with each cycle. He got up to ten on each side before he finally stopped for a rest.

“You okay, Mia? Do you like it?” he asked, although the way her body squirmed in his lap shouted an emphatic ‘Yes!’

“Oh God! I love it! It feels so … Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!” she gasped when his finger slid down through her cleft and into her silky, wet slit, having pulled the gusset of her panties aside. Her legs parted involuntarily to offer her pussy to his probing fingers.

He’d intended it to be just a tease, and though he wanted to do more so badly, Linda and Julie had taught him well about the journey being as important and pleasurable as the destination. He loved the look on her face when she looked back at him, and scooping up a dollop of her plentiful nectar, he brought that finger to his mouth and sucked it off.

“Mmm! Delicious! I can’t wait for a better taste later!” he enthused, her taste not unlike Linda’s.

“Get my panties out of the way! Please? Take them off!”

With his hands inside them and the elastic hooked on his thumbs, his fingers and palms glided over the silky smooth and warm skin of her bottom. With half her cheeks exposed, his hands slid around front. She lifted her hips in time for her mound, pussy, and then thighs to get the same treatment. The inside of her thighs, the backs of her knees, and finally her calves felt the light touch of his fingers before her panties were finally off.

“Jesus, Bobby!” she cried as she looked back to see the cotton gusset held to his flaring nostrils, as he hummed his approval of her savory scent. “I could almost cum from you just taking my panties off! Now please, spank me again?”

Squeezing both cheeks enticingly, he leaned in to push his face into each cheek for a kiss before she repeated her plea to be spanked again. He resumed at the same intensity, her bottom being bare, providing a bit more sting, though he gradually increased the force of his hand on alternating cheeks.

“Yes! Keep doing that!” she demanded when he returned to the pattern of several spanks on a single cheek before switching sides.

Adding a single spank with each cycle, he again got to ten when he stopped. Each cheek received a hand, both soothing and stimulating the increasingly warm flesh. Their perfect shape, velvety-smooth skin, and firm flesh were enhanced by their fresh, rosy-pink color. Still, he couldn’t resist tracing a finger down between her cheeks and legs with Mia sighing, ‘Oh, God!’

That cycle repeated several times; a minute or two of concentrated spanking on one cheek at a time, followed by stimulating hands and fingers that spent more and more time in her soaking wet slit. On what turned out to be the last repeat, she was clearly feeling the pain, but with her hips raised half the time and not a word of protest, he knew she wanted it and more.

“Oh yeah, Bobby! Do that again! Like last time!” she cried, feeling his fingers in her pussy and some playful spanks from his other hand. With her body rocking and inarticulate gasps and cries, she was charging toward a climax as he spanked her ass and fingered her pussy with growing intensity. “Ahhh!” she gasped when it hit her harder this time.

Bobby ran fingers over her quivering back and trembling butt and thighs, while her head fell to the car’s seat. He watched her recover with that extra element of pride he felt just because it was Mia.

After a minute or so, with her body calm, she began to rise with a satisfied sigh. She sat in his lap, facing him, and started pulling his polo shirt off, discarding it on the floor. Her hands grazed his bare, muscular chest for a few moments before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, with quick words of gratitude between.

“That was amazing, Bobby! All the times I’d fantasized about it, I never imagined cumming from getting spanked!”

“Well, it wasn’t just a spanking,” he pointed out.

“Okay. Let me put it another way,” she said with a sexy smile, “I never imagined getting spanked while I was cumming! Better?”

“Yes! And I never imagined spanking someone while I was making them cum!” he laughed.

“Well, you did! And did you know it’s customary to thank the person who spanks you?”

“No, I didn’t,” he smiled. “And how does one thank someone for spanking them?”

“Let’s get these pants off, and I’ll show you!” she said, sliding off his lap onto the floor. “We need more room!” she added, reaching for the front seat buttons on the door and moving both seats as far forward as they’d go. “There! That’s better!” she said as she reached for the button and zipper on his slacks, had them both open in seconds, and began tugging them off, while licking her lips at the sight of his tented briefs. They were next, dispensed with equal ease.

Looking into his eyes, she took his cock in both hands and stroked it slowly, lightly, while making a show of licking her lips. She maintained eye contact when she leaned in to take him in her mouth. Even when his eyes closed, she continued watching him, loving the look of bliss on his face; it drove her to do even better. While one hand cradled his sac, the other followed her mouth, stroking up his fantastic member when her tongue played with the tip and back down when she swallowed the four or five inches that fit in her mouth.

“Oh, Mia! That’s so good! I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me! Cum in my mouth!” she pleaded as she sucked and licked the purplish engorged head. She could feel the pulsation at the base and held it back just long enough to get him back in her mouth to feel it hit the back of her throat. His eyes were closed again, so he didn’t see her make a show out of licking her lips and swallowing. Putting her hands on his thighs, and the tip of his cock back in her mouth, she felt the jerking spasms of his orgasm pass through him.

“Come here!” he said when his eyes opened, taking her in his arms, hugging and kissing her as he told her how amazing she was. “And now I want to thank you!”

“You don’t have to!” she protested weakly.

“I want to eat your pussy, Mia! Like the first time we met!” he said, taking her face in both hands and planting a loving kiss on her beautiful mouth. “Trade places with me.”

“Do you want to eat me, Bobby?” she asked shyly with her legs closed tight. “Hm? Eat my wet pussy?” she asked as her legs slowly opened, her glistening lips blooming like the petals of a flower. “And make me cum in your face?” she finished with her pussy perfectly presented at the edge of the seat.

Fingers slid up the inside of her thighs and spread her lips further for his tongue to slather the delicate inner folds, to her immediate appreciation. Having become one of his favorite things to give, he loved how women responded to his fingers and tongue as sighs became moans, and moans became gasps as his efforts escalated. Their bodies, too, increasingly respond, and Mia’s youthful, lithe figure was undoubtedly his favorite; hips rocking gently in sync when his tongue became more animated, pushing insistently against his mouth, always wanting more.

“Oh God, don’t stop, Bobby! I’m gonna … I’m gonna … oh fuck! Aaahhhmmm!” she cried as she pulled his face into her seething crotch with both hands, her pearly nectar spread over his face. “Oh! God! That was! Incredible,” she panted as short breaths became deeper, longer with the waves diminishing. “Wow!” she enthused as he licked up every drop of her he could get, her breathing accelerating again, when his tongue continued beyond the feast.

“Oh! Ohh, fuck! Bobby! What are you do …” she shrieked as he built on the remnants of the first to create another climax.

With a finger curled up inside her and his tongue traversing her slit to toy with her clit on each cycle, her body and mouth hummed with the exquisite torment. Yelps and squeals were all she could manage as an even more tumultuous climax threatened. She closed her thighs on his head, keeping his mouth planted firmly on her clit.

“Just! Keep! Doing! That!” she panted just before the inner earthquake struck, its magnitude unprecedented in her years-old experience.

Bobby felt that he’d outdone himself and loved feeling her spasms passing from her body into his, still clamped tightly between her luscious thighs. She shuddered when he pulled his fingers out, even the slightest stimulation setting off aftershocks.

“Oh fuck!” she responded, then, “Oh God! No! No, Bobby! Please?” she begged when his tongue tried to claim his reward oozing through the crevices of her quivering cunt. “C’mere!” she cried, pulling him up for a long, tongueful kiss with her legs wrapping around his waist and her pussy against his stomach. Their eyes darted back and forth to the other’s, seeing so much fire still there.

“Fuck me, Bobby! Right now! Please?” she pleaded, as she released her leglock and moved to switch places again. “Mmm! Now that’s what I want inside me!” she smiled at the sight of his more than ready cock, and climbed on to straddle his body. “Oh yeah!” she sighed, as her nether lips were splayed again, this time by his steely shaft. She stroked it with her pussy as she devoured his tongue in another inciting kiss.

“Mmm! That feels so good, Mia! I like that!” he said with the touch of her tender lips against his cock.

“But this is gonna feel even better!” she bragged as she lifted off her knees to get high enough to guide him into her tight, but slippery tunnel. “Oh! Ohh! Hoh! HOH!” she squealed as she enveloped every inch in one smooth descent. “Oh fuck! Just, just stay there a minute!”

She squirmed, and he rocked, savoring the inconceivable depth of his penetration.

“Jesus Christ!” she swore as she lifted just an inch or two and sat back down hard. She remained in place for a second or two before rising again, each time just a little further aghast when she reached heights where even her well-endowed lovers would have fallen out. “Fuck me!” she demanded as she rose and held her position, crying, “Oh fuck!” each time he plumbed her depths.

“Oh, Jesus! I’m cumming, cumming; oh FUCK!” she screamed as she bounced atop his cock, prolonging the euphoria.

Bobby was feeling the same, though he hadn’t reached his peak. Seeing her honey frothing around his cock, he watched it gather around her stretched lips, inspiring him to pump harder, faster, and before long, he was getting close.

“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” she grunted as each stroke ended with a punch to drive the last inch home. Riding him again, their hips met in the middle with a slapping sound that gave him an idea. “Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Spank me!” she cried as both cheeks were smacked simultaneously. “Don’t stop! Harder! I’m … I’m cumming!” she gasped as ‘Spank me!’ became a chant until she came with Bobby close behind.

“Oh, Mia!” he said simply, his tone imparting far more than the two small words, and wrapped his arms around her waist, her body having collapsed upon his. With her head on his shoulder, she kissed his neck, while feeling him shrinking inside her.

“Mmm,” she eventually hummed. “I wish we could do this all night, but I have to leave early in the morning to drive three hours back to school. I actually have a class in the afternoon. I hope we can do this again?” she asked, still not entirely sure he was over the shock of what she and her mother had done.

“I would really like that, Mia. Really!” he added when he saw a touch of doubt in her face and accepted a tender kiss that preceded a loving smile.

“I hope you realize it’ll probably include spanking my tushy almost every time! Thank you for that, by the way! It’s so much better than I ever imagined! I’d go right back over your knee with even the slightest encouragement!”

“Well then, I encourage you to get back over my knee, you naughty girl!” he laughed, directing her naked body back to his lap for a minute of fast-paced spanking.

“Oh yeah! Harder!” she said, and, “More!” when he stopped. A dozen hard smacks later, she’d had enough.

They reluctantly got dressed, and she drove him home, with a long, lustful goodbye kiss and a promise to come home again soon.

Bobby watched as she drove off, happier than he’d been in quite a while. The special feelings he had for Mia had returned, and then some. He looked forward to doing other things with her, but didn’t fool himself into thinking their fledgling relationship was based on more than the incredible sex they shared. He didn’t even know if it would become more than that, but he was grateful for someone he could more closely identify with.

He thought briefly of Lucia, hoping she’d understand that he couldn’t do anything more for her than mow her lawn, and if she didn’t want him doing that either, he’d be okay with it. He wondered what would happen when next they met.

Mia returned barely two weeks later, having a three-day weekend due to MLK’s birthday, and spent an entire afternoon with Bobby in her bedroom, while Lucia was out. She got more than her fill of spanking during the nearly four hours they had together, with sincere pleading to stop when she finally found out what a real spanking felt like. She got to sit on his face a third time to assuage his guilt.

Mowing Lucia’s lawn about a month later, she came out to speak to him for the first time since their threesome.

“I was just on the phone with Mia,” she said as his leaf blower quieted from being shut off. “She said to say ‘Hi!’ and that she’d be leaving in about an hour.”

“Okay. Thank you,” he replied, clearly uncomfortable talking with her.

“Bobby,” she started just as he was about to restart the motor. “You’ll be spending a lot of time with Mia, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable about it. Or, about me specifically.” He said nothing, but his expression said, ‘I’m listening.’ “I’m really sorry if what we did offended you. Please understand it wasn’t our intent to shock you. We sincerely thought you’d like it, and it gave you an excuse to punish us. Mia and I have agreed to stop, and I’m certainly not expecting you and me to get together the way we had.”

He looked thoughtful for a few moments, finally deciding there was no reason why he shouldn’t forgive her the same as he had Mia.

“Thank you,” he finally said. “I appreciate that.”

“So? We’re good?” she said, holding her arms out to him. “Just a hug, Bobby,” she added when he looked doubtful, and they finally hugged, both feeling a sense of closure.

Every chance she got, Mia came home from school and spent as much time together as his schedule would permit, much of it in her bed.

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So y'all got what many commenters requested with Bobby and Mia reconciled and reunited, but there's more to Mia's story to come. I hope you'll all return for the final chapter and conclusion to the Lawn Boy's story! I really appreciate all the 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments I can get and ... THANKS FOR READING!!