<strong>Name:</strong>Andrew<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Backyard<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Josette, Open<br/><br/>Andrews arms absorbed the vibrations coming from the lawnmower, his hands becoming slightly numb. The old-school push lawnmower was certainly nothing like the newer, ride-on lawnmowers and Andrew had asked his father why they didn't invest in a better lawnmower - they were faster and smoother than the one they currently had. His father had told him that it built character, putting effort into something, and the older mower was much more efficient, consuming far less fuel as it also didn't need to power an engine to spin the wheels. Andrew quite enjoyed it if he was being honest. It felt like working out and prevented anyone from intruding on his thoughts for some time as well. And the smell of fresh cut grass seemed to be more prevalent when cutting it this way too.<br/><br/>So back and forth he went, working up a sweat as the sun rose higher in the sky. On one turn, he noticed his mother - still in her revealing gown - setting up a table on a patch of grass he had cut already. He offered her a smile before continuing but was soon finding himself quite thirsty and parched. He tried calling out to her, but she couldn't hear him so he stopped, leaving the mower running so he wouldn't have to fire it up again, and approached her from behind.<br/><br/>He pulled his earbuds out and placed his hands on her hips, feeling stirrings of lust at the sight of her bent over the table oblivious to him. "Hey, mom...I tried yelling before...but could you grab me a drink of water while I mow?"