Summertime Loving

"You need to be punished even more. How dare you look at me indecently?" she said playfully as she walked around and sat down on Travis. "Now do 20 push-ups," she commanded, giving his backside a light spank.

Travis's heart raced, a mix of confusion and embarrassment washing over him. ' I don't like that one bit,' he thought, feeling the weight of the situation grow heavier as he prepared to follow her instructions.

He began doing the push-ups slowly, enjoying the feeling of her weight pressing down on his back. To Mrs. Smith's surprise, he managed to complete each one with ease, and she couldn't help but feel impressed.

"Hmmm, you're strong. I like that," she said, caressing his back. Each stroke sent a tingling sensation through his entire body.

' Man, I pray I don't get hard, ' he thought, focusing on his breathing as he completed the last of the push-ups.

Once he finished, she rose from his back and stepped back, allowing him to stand. Travis looked down at her, towering over her with a sense of newfound confidence. The sight of his muscular frame made Mrs. Smith feel a flicker of arousal; the way his clothes hugged his body only emphasized his strength.

' Such an interesting man. I would love to add him to my collection, ' she thought, her mind racing with possibilities.

"You may leave. Just make sure to never arrive late again, you hear me?" she instructed, her tone firm yet laced with an undercurrent of something more.

He nodded, quickly grabbing his bag before heading for the door. As he walked out, Mrs. Smith remained behind, slowly bringing her hand inside her panties, feeling the wetness there.

' Hmm, I need to relieve myself, ' she thought, her thoughts drifting as she succumbed to her desires.

Travis walked back home, eager to get started on his chores. Upon arriving, he wasted no time and headed out to buy some petrol for the mower. After filling it up, he began mowing the lawn, ensuring every patch was trimmed neatly. He even took the extra step to edge the grass with the weed whacker they had for some reason, leaving the yard looking sharp.

Once he finished, he went back inside and found Jenny sitting in the living room, absorbed in whatever was on TV.

When she spotted him enter with his dirty clothes, she couldn't help but comment, "Wow, to think you could be any more disgusting," she said as he walked past her.

Travis stopped in his tracks, turning back to face her. "Remind me what you did today again? Besides sitting around and rotting in this house. You didn't even make $500 today," he shot back.

"Who said that? I made a lot of money o—" Jenny began, but she abruptly stopped, realizing she was about to spill her secret. "Fuck off! Go get a bath, loser!" she retorted, crossing her arms defiantly.

Travis rolled his eyes but couldn't help a small smirk. Jenny always had a way of turning their banter into something entertaining.

He smiled and turned around, heading downstairs to the basement where the washing machine was located. There, he found Debbie busy with the clothes as the machine finished its last cycle.

When she saw Travis walking down, a warm smile spread across her face. "You did a great job, Travis. Our lawn looks as good as new—just like how your father used to make it," she said, her tone filled with pride.

"Yeah, I tried to copy him. I'm sure I messed up here and there, though," he replied, a hint of humility in his voice.

"No, what matters is that you did it. Honestly, you did a better job than your father. I'm sure he'd be proud. Now get your clothes off; I need to wash them before I'm done here," she instructed, her tone matter-of-fact.

Travis smiled, not hesitating to strip off all his clothes, leaving only his underwear on. Debbie's eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the sight of his body. She stared intently, as if admiring a rare gem.

*When did that happen? He's hot,* she thought, a mix of surprise and admiration bubbling inside her.

"Um, sweetie, anything you want to tell me about... you know, that?" she said, gesturing toward him.

Travis chuckled lightly. "Well, I started working out a few months ago. So here I am now."

"Wow," she said, stepping closer to examine his fit physique. Her gaze was appreciative and impressed.

"Well, I'm happy you decided to get in shape. Now let me wash these clothes for you," she added, moving toward the washing machine with a newfound respect for his efforts.

She bent over to open the washing machine door, and as she did, her lovely ass was beautifully outlined, the fabric of her gown slipping between her cheeks. Travis felt a surge of heat but held himself back from getting aroused as he turned away.

' Fuck. I've gone through too much stimulation today. I genuinely need to find someone to relieve it all on before I die,' he thought, trying to push the feelings aside.

After putting everything inside the machine, Debbie turned around and noticed Travis was facing away. A smile crept onto her face.

' He's still the shy boy I raised,' she mused, walking toward him. As she circled around, her eyes fell on the thick bulge pushing against the fabric of his underwear.

' Holy mother of pearl! It's huge! 'she thought, her breath catching in her throat.

Realizing what she was looking at, Travis immediately tucked himself away, his face flushed. "I better leave now," he stammered, dashing up the stairs.

As he reached the top, he nearly collided with Jenny, who was lounging in the living room. When she saw him half-naked, her eyes widened in shock, taking in his chiseled body. But before she could say anything, he disappeared, slamming the door behind him.

' When did that happen? ' Jenny thought, her mind racing with surprise and curiosity.

Meanwhile, Debbie stood there, stunned. *Wow. Who knew he'd end up so gifted? He's even bigger than his father,* she reflected, feeling a mix of pride and intrigue at how much Travis had grown.

Everything was calm when Travis got out of the bathroom after his shower. He quickly changed, knowing he had plans to meet up with Eve and Mia later. After finishing some homework, he headed downstairs, already pushing aside the events from earlier that day.

Debbie noticed him and asked, "Where are you going? Dinner's ready."

Travis paused before replying, "I can't stay. Mia offered to help me catch up on the revision for the past few weeks. I missed a lot of work."

Debbie smiled softly, "Oh, Mia... It's been a while since she's been around. How's she doing?"

"She's good. We're really close again. I hope you don't mind me skipping dinner," he said, giving her a reassuring nod before heading out.

' So much work. Fuck, it doesn't matter, though. It will all be worth it later,' he thought.

TO BE CONTINUED