  The next day, Lance jumped from his bed as early as possible. He had spent most of the night rethinking and regretting the manner he had challenged his mother earlier in the evening. He finally came to the conclusion that it had been crude and unnecessary, so he would wake up early and try to gauge how she felt about it and perhaps apologize before she would be off to work.
      After brushing his teeth in record time, he jogged down the stairs to the kitchen. Then he remembered that the new girl might be in there with his mother. He certainly didn't want to have any conversation in her presence. But peeping in just to find out if she was there or not wouldn't hurt, would it? With that in mind, he strolled into the kitchen, but he was surprised to find his mother very much alone. Clearly, no one else was up yet, not even Anna.
      "Morning, Mom," he hailed as he approached her. "How

  Later that night, Lance spent hours tossing and turning in bed. As far as he knew, his mother was still in the dark about his current standing with Cara. So that was not part of his worries. In fact, he had only two worries. The first and the least pressing was how he'd "stick with" Cara without getting caught. But the second and most pressing was what Cara's last words to him really meant.
      What on Earth did she mean by "I'll love only the man"? Did that mean that she already loved him or did it mean that she was yet to love him and would only do so on the condition that he must first become a man? If he already had her love, then great! That would mean that he was the most fortunate guy on Earth. But if it meant that he had to earn her love, then he was clearly in for some tough work! So which was it? He could call her and ask, but he was afraid that it would sound stupid and im

  Lance woke up the next morning to find himself face down, weak and hungry. He blinked his eyes a few times to adjust them to the rays of sunlight filtering through the slightly open windows. Just then, a wet and naked Cara walked past and then stopped short to stare at him.
      "Hmm. You're awake," she said, smiling at him as she dried herself with a towel in front of him. When she spread her legs to enable her dry her inner thighs and her crotch, he felt his dick stir.
      "You almost killed me last night," he complained weakly, his mouth half-covered by the sheets. "My dick still hurts."
      "Really?", Cara shrugged as she began throwing on items of clothing as fast as she could. "At least you were lucky enough to cum twice. I didn't even cum once. But I'm sure you'll fix that when I get back."
      "Where are you going?", he asked carelessly.
      "Off to the gym," she threw over her shoulder as she made for the door. "Will be back before Lisa wakes up. For your safety, I'll have to lock you in."
      Lance stiffened. Lock him in? Of course not! He jumped up from the bed, just in time to see Cara closing the door behind her.
      "Cara, wait! My mom..."
      But she had already turned the lock and he could hear her shoes make contact with the floor as she walked away.
      "Oh God," he groaned and fell back on the bed.
      **
      At the gym, Cara faced her workout routine with great focus, hoping to finish and get home before her daughter would be up and about. And maybe there would be enough time to catch a quickie with Lance. Yeah, she knew it was wicked to lock him up like that, but she could not risk having him roam about the house or having Lisa wake up in search of her and find him instead. And by the way, she wasn't nearly done with him yet!
      As she stretched, strained and toiled, the sweat came on fast and her urge for sex came along with it. Minute after minute, it became more and more unbearable and she thought about rushing to the bathroom to give herself some temporary relief before going home to bang the living daylights out of that boy. But the harder the exercise, the sweeter the relaxation, right? So she toiled on, not minding the roving eyes of that old pervert who had approached her the other day. He was getting more and more shameless every day and she thanked her stars she never gave him a chance back then. All these dogs in mens clothing, you never know which is a nice friendly puppy or a greedy hungry wolf, until you get too close to turn around. She was lucky in her choice of Lance, but wait... did she really choose him?
      Truth be told, he chose her and she was really glad that he did. She felt a welcome thrill flow down her body as she pictured him naked on her bed, chained and shivering in anticipation of her wet pussy swallowing up his rock hard dick. She imagined his groan and his futile jerks at the chains in an effort to free himself and grab a handful of her hot body. Damn! All these thoughts were having a direct effect on her nether regions and making her wet... too wet for comfort. The urge was getting very much unbearable and it had to be attended to or she'd simply run mad! She jumped off the treadmill and without looking back to see if she had forgotten anything, she rushed out of the place like someone being chased by assassins.
      **
      When Cara opened her front door, she expected to hear voices or see Lisa moving about, but fortunately, the house was as quiet as a closed shop. She made her way up the stairs as quietly as she could, just in case Lisa was still asleep. It was past 6am and the girl usually woke by 6:30, but not every day. There were days when she would wake an hour earlier, just to come spend time in Mommy's room or rummage around in the kitchen for food or even play and jump around in her room until she was out of breath. Cara hoped that today would not be one of those days.
      She noiselessly approached her daughter's door and pushed it open, just a little bit. There she was - the little angel sleeping peacefully as ever, but in a wrong position. Instead of the length, she was lying half across the width of the bed and both of her legs were hanging down. Obviously, she had been doing some rolling in her sleep as she usually did on warm nights.
      Cara had to resist the urge to put her in the right position. Since there was no danger of her falling off the bed on her head, why risk waking her? So she closed Lisa's door and turned her sights to the door far ahead. The thrill went through her body again as she thought of her hot prisoner locked behind that door. Without wasting time, she rushed up and opened it.
      Lance jumped up as he heard the lock click. Before he could say Jack, the door flew open and his captor rushed in, locking it behind her. He had not expected her to return so early and he wondered if she had come to take something she had forgotten. But instead of asking, he put on his worst frown and glared at her to show his anger at being locked up. But Cara was not interested in the look on his face. He was still totally naked and his body was her main focus.
      "Hmm," she hummed, biting her lower lip with a wicked smile on her face.
      "What's funny?", Lance growled. But she didn't bother to reply. Instead, she went at her clothes, tearing them off as if they were on fire and then rushed off to the bathroom.
      Barely five minutes later, Cara walked back into the room, all wet and naked. Lance was lying on his back on the bed and simply honored her with an angry glance.
      "I'm leaving righ..."
      He didn't complete the statement before Cara landed heavily beside him on the bed. The first thing she went for of course was his limp penis and began stroking it to hardness.
      "Shit!", Lance roared as she enveloped the head of his cock with her mouth. He tried to sit up, but she crawled up on him and rested her full weight on his body, effectively pinning him down.
      "Aaargh, Cara. You're a she-devil, you know. I never thought you'd ever be like this," he confessed as he fought to endure the sweet torture of her stroking and sucking action on his penis.
      She didn't bother to respond. Her mouth was full of him and she was working hard to make it even fuller.
      When she was satisfied with her work, she gave him a few fast strokes and then got up from his chiseled torso. Lance didn't waste any time. Before she could blink, he pushed her aside and jumped off the bed, panting like someone who had just run a mile.
      "Hmm," Cara sighed and turned around to stare at him.
      "I'm not a sex slave, you know," he declared angrily. But she was fully focused on his erect cock and biting her lips like she'd love to chew it.
      "I'm going home right now," he added with certainty, already beginning to gather his clothes.
      "You're not going anywhere, at least not until you eat me," Cara shot back, spreading her legs and fingering her sex invitingly.
      "Eat yourself. I'm outta here."
      "Well, I wonder where you'll get the key," she shrugged, with a wicked smile on her face. "The door's locked, you know."
      Lance froze. She watched him intently and noticed as his jaw slowly tightened. When he dropped his trousers, her stomach fluttered. She knew what was coming.
      Whoop! His shirt flew through the air as he tore it off him. With a set face, he marched up to the bed and grabbed her hips.
      "Oh!", she gasped as he penetrated her in one swift thrust.
      Her back on the bed and her legs spread wide, she held on to his arms as he pounded into her like his life depended on it. The bed was thumping hard against the wall and everything on it vibrated heavily, but his jackhammer thrusts continued unabated.
      "Oh... God!", she whimpered as her first climax hit her. She removed one hand from her hold on his arm and placed it on his chest to try to make him slow down, but he grabbed her hand and threw it aside. He was sweating now, but still pounding into her with a vengeance; stopping was not on his mind.
      "Lance," Cara said in a shaky voice. She was not really worried about him hammering her like this forever, but she was scared that they would wake Lisa, if not the entire neighborhood. But Lance didn't care. He pushed her hands to the bed and lay down on her, continuing the pounding missionary style. Thwap thwap thwap His balls rapidly slapped her butt in time with his rapid thrusts.
      "Fuck!", Cara screamed and quickly bit down on his shoulder as another orgasm tore through her. She squirted heavily and her legs trembled, but Lance was still not done. In fact, he wasn't slowing down even one bit! He held her tight and increased the speed of his thrusts, hammering her further into the bed. Then suddenly, he stopped. With a savage grunt, he began emptying his balls into her.

The next day, Lance jumped from his bed as early as possible. He had spent most of the night rethinking and regretting the manner he had challenged his mother earlier in the evening. He finally came to the conclusion that it had been crude and unnecessary, so he would wake up early and try to gauge how she felt about it and perhaps apologize before she would be off to work.
      After brushing his teeth in record time, he jogged down the stairs to the kitchen. Then he remembered that the new girl might be in there with his mother. He certainly didn't want to have any conversation in her presence. But peeping in just to find out if she was there or not wouldn't hurt, would it? With that in mind, he strolled into the kitchen, but he was surprised to find his mother very much alone. Clearly, no one else was up yet, not even Anna.
      "Morning, Mom," he hailed as he approached her. "How was your night? Sleep sound?"
      "Yeah, very much. Thanks," was the lukewarm reply. She didn't 

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