Chapter 2

Cara exhaled as she stepped down from the treadmill at the local gym. It had been an eventful morning of exercise, the only event being that she had spent an hour on the treadmill - something that she had never been able to achieve before now. The events of the previous night had been what had inspired that burst of stamina. Now that she had slept on it and mulled it over again and again, she kept seeing reasons why she should not have backed down so easily. At first, she felt that Carol could not really be blamed, considering the fact that Lance was her son. She would have done even worse if it were her Lisa. But then it occurred to her that both cases were way different. Lisa was a child and Lance was an adult, a very manly one at that, if she were to consider the things he did to her in bed. He had the right and was old enough to make his own choices. Why did Carol feel the need to interfere? Not that Cara was a notorious person. She'd actually been one of her closest friends over the past year. Didn't that count for something? A woman her age had the right to do whatever she wanted. Why would she fear another woman when the man concerned was not the woman's husband? But now, as she sat on a bench, trying to catch her breath, she could feel all the resolve she had built during her time on the treadmill evaporate into thin air. She could not imagine herself fighting with Carol over Lance. Carol was bold, direct and fiery, but she was shy, quiet and a little introverted. "Hi," a middle aged man said with a smile as he approached the bench, and Cara saw it as her cue to leave. She had noticed him checking her out these past few days that she had chosen to be a regular at the gym. From the look of things, he seemed to be looking for a girlfriend or a sexual conquest, none of which she was eligible for. Lance was more than enough for her and she wouldn't want to hurt him by falling for someone else. Wait! Hurt him? Were they now in a relationship? No matter. She picked up her towel and walked out of the man's presence, just as he seated himself on the bench. As she left the gym, she knew exactly where his eyes were fixed and she resolved to get a loose track-suit, as soon as possible, to replace these butt-hugging tights she used for workouts. It was only a few minutes walk from the gym to her house and she hurried through it in order to get home before Lisa would wake up. When she arrived, there was no sign of her daughter being up and about, so she took the chance to take a shower. By the time she was done and leaving the bathroom, Lisa was also leaving her room and heading to the kitchen. She fastened her bathrobe and went over to join her. "Hey honey, sleep well?", she asked as she walked in to find her daughter rattling pots. "I'm hungry, Mommy," she whined. "That's because you refused to eat anything last night. Have you brushed your teeth?" Lisa shook her head in response. "Had your bath?" Another shake of her head. "Then go do those while I whip up breakfast." That seemed a good enough deal for the girl and she immediately ran off to keep her end of the bargain. "Don't spend too much time," her mother called after her. "Today's a school day." Determined to make sure Lisa would not get late for school, she got out a loaf of fresh bread and margarine and started getting tea ready. Just then, she sighted her phone where she had kept it on the table before going off to bathe. A tap to turn on the screen and she saw the barrage of missed calls, 75 to be exact, and all from Lance. She had long since put the phone into silent mode the moment she sensed that he wasn't going to stop calling. That was 70 missed calls ago. She shook her head as she put the phone back down with a sigh. Young men and their insistence. But she didn't find it annoying, anyway. Rather it made her heart glow with pride. It had been a long time since someone made her feel a quarter as wanted as how Lance made her feel. He was so hungry for her and so was she for him. There was no question that he was madly in love with her. If it was just lust, he would have dropped her by now because he'd tasted her body countless times already. She just could not talk to him now since she still had no idea how to make him understand that they could not be together again, not that they were ever really together before, but... Wait! How could she even think of doing that to him? He loved her and she loved him back; didn't she owe it to them to fight for their love? Why must she just give up on him as if what they had meant nothing to her? She sighed as she pushed all these thoughts aside and proceeded to serve breakfast for Lisa who had just walked into the kitchen and taken her place at the table. As she watched the girl dig into the food, she suddenly felt the need to get naughty. In the past, Lisa had always been a second head in times of little crisis or emergencies, like helping her to choose a dress or pick a product from a catalogue. Why not ask for her help in solving this dilemma? "Hey baby, let me ask you something. Now, answer me honestly. No lies, remember?" Lisa nodded. "Great. Now, if there was a piece of sweet cake that you loved so much, but Mommy asked you not to eat it. You love this cake sooo much and you really want to eat it, but Mommy says no. What will you do when Mommy leaves the house? Will you obey Mommy or eat the cake?" "Obey Mommy," Lisa replied between mouthfuls without hesitation. Cara knew that her stubborn daughter would most certainly eat the cake, but since Mommy was the one asking, it was clearly unsafe to say anything other than 'Obey Mommy'. "But why would you do that, dear? Mommy won't be around to see you, you know." "When Mommy comes back, she'll see that I ate the cake." "Hmm," Cara hummed, nodding her head thoughtfully. The girl was right. Carol would eventually find out that she was still fooling around with her son. "Getting late for school, Mommy," Lisa announced, bringing her mother's thoughts to an end. "Oh yes. Of course. Um.. let's get you ready then." *** After her daughter had gone off in the school bus, Cara had the house all to herself. She was thinking about how she would plan the rest of her day when she heard a knock on the door. She wondered who it was at this time of the morning. "Yes? Who's it?", she called out. But there was no answer. Perhaps the person had moved? She gave a careless shrug and was about to move to the kitchen when the knock came again. For crying out loud, who the hell was that? She was still in her bathrobe, but she didn't think about that as she marched to the door and unlocked it. She would have to get a peephole installed soon. When she opened the door, the person she saw was the person she least expected to see: Lance! But she recovered quickly. Without a word, she closed the door in his face, but he pushed it back open before she could jam it shut. She tried to push it close again, but his hand and leg were hard at work keeping it open. She had to give up and let him win. "What do you want, Lance?", she sighed in exasperation. "We're not supposed to see each other, you know." "Says who?", he asked with a smile. "Says your mother, who wants you all to herself forever," she quipped, suddenly feeling angry. "Uh oh. Somebody's jealous. But don't mind Mom. She's just being overly protective." "Did she say we could be together?" "Not really, but..." "Then you have to leave. You can't be here. I don't want any tro..." Before she could finish the statement, he grabbed her and enveloped her lips in a deep kiss. She was surprised, but she didn't hesitate to give him full access to her mouth and enjoy the kiss as well. When they finally broke it, she was breathless. "Oh God. We shouldn't be talking to each other, not to mention kissing." But before she could say Jack, Lance had slipped into the house. She was left with no choice but to close the door. "You're not supposed to be here," she said again as she turned to face him, her back on the door. "Then where am I supposed to be?", he asked, eyeing her in a manner that made her body tingle with all the unholy feelings. "At home," she murmured, already accepting defeat. "But I'm home already," he grinned. Before she could recover from her shock at his sudden exclamation, he rushed off to the nearest sofa, dragging her along. Cara followed him like a zombie and stood facing him as he sat down on the sofa. "Lance," she said in a subdued voice, her breathing already shallow. "Hmm? What is it?", he smiled up at her. "Maybe you should go..." "Sure! Let's go." He jumped up with a wide grin on his face and swept her off feet and went straight for the stairs. She didn't try to stop him, she just relaxed and let him do whatever he liked. She wasn't at all surprised when he kicked her bedroom door open and promptly deposited her on the bed. She landed well on her back and then quickly got up on her elbows. Her knees were up, and her legs were involuntarily spread wide. She could hardly control her quickening breath as she watched him rip off his own clothes in record time. "Lance.. perhaps we should take a second.. to think about what your mom.. Oh shit!" Her hand shot out to grab his head as he invaded her sex with his wet spear of a tongue. She closed her eyes tight as she pressed his head down and raised her hips off the bed. He was making her see stars, but they were too many to count. "Eeeeeel!", she squealed and threw her head back as he swept his tongue over her clit and sucked it in. Her mouth was open and yet she couldn't get enough air to breathe. His tongue was sweeping mercilessly in and out of her vagina and threatening to make her lose her mind. "Shiiit!", she hissed and her eyes flew open as he found her clit again. She wanted to tell him to never stop sucking and flicking his tongue on it, but the words just wouldn't come out. Instead she grabbed the sheets tight and pushed her legs further down his back, pressing his face harder against her sex. Her release was close... she could feel it... but suddenly, he stopped! "Uh?", she gasped in surprise and looked down at his head. But her thighs were locked so tight that he couldn't move. She quickly relaxed her grip and he raised his head, batting his eyelids at her. She wanted to ask why he had stopped, but she was panting so hard that she'd need a minute to catch her breath. But Lance didn't give her that chance. He swiftly crawled up her body and clamped his wet mouth on her nipple, sucking and tugging at it like a hungry baby "Oh fuck!", Cara shouted as his manipulation of her nipple sparked a wild fire between her legs. She quickly reached down to stroke her clit, but Lance grabbed her hand and stretched it out above her head. "Ohhh Lance," she groaned in desperation as she writhed under him, trying to rub her clit against his body. But Lance had a better idea. He switched to her other nipple and started sucking on it even harder than he did the first. The "clup clup clup" sound that was produced as he sucked rapidly on the hard teat made the wetness flow unrestricted from her vagina. He shifted his waist a little bit and ended up placing his semi-hard penis directly on her clit. "Oh yes," Cara moaned and immediately threw her legs around his waist to hold him in place. But Lance had no intention of going anywhere. He released her hand and grabbed her other breast, pinching, twisting and pulling the nipple to her satisfaction. Cara was in cloud nine! Her lover had his mouth on one nipple, sucking hungrily; one hand on on the other nipple, twisting and pulling while also moving his waist slowly up and down, rubbing his penis over her clit the exact way she wanted. It was a combination that made her tingle all over with pleasure! "Ohh Lance. Faster faster," she moaned, panting heavily. Lance complied immediately and increased the speed of his movement, rubbing himself faster against her sensitive love button and sucking harder on her breast. Her toes began to tingle and her entire body hummed as the sweet sensation crawled up her legs. Suddenly, she stiffened and he knew she was about to release. He clamped on her nipple with his lips and fingers and pulled them hard. "Ohhh!", Cara whimpered and exploded unto the head of his penis. Then with a deep sigh, her body went limp. Now that her thigh-hold on his waist had relaxed, Lance raised himself on his hands and watched her. She looked so beautiful and inviting. Her hair was strewn everywhere. Her face was resting on one side. Her eyes were half closed. Her hands and legs were slightly spread on either side of her, and she was still trying to catch her breath. He could see her belly flutter repeatedly as tiny orgasms racked her body at short intervals. He looked down to see her vagina gloriously soaked and he felt tempted to sink into her, but finally decided to wait a bit. He wanted to take her from behind and enjoy the cushiony feel of her backside. Carefully, he grabbed her and rolled her unto her front. Cara murmured something, but he couldn't hear what it was. His mind was fully focused on the big and smooth bubble butt now in front of him and he licked his lips involuntarily. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a bottle of oil on a small table nearby and he went for it immediately. Taking off the cap, he applied a generous amount on her backside and began spreading it across every inch. Cara moaned as his long fingers kneaded her butt cheeks and massaged her thighs. He poured some more oil in the crack between her cheeks and started rubbing it in. Even though she'd only just come off her climax, she wished he would move further down and bring those nimble fingers to work on the inner walls of her vagina... and he did! He slowly inserted two slick fingers into her hungry love canal and started a steady rhythm. Cara hissed in pleasure and spread her legs wide to allow him better access. "Yes.. yes.. don't stop," she whispered as she began to thrust back at his fingers. Lance quickly added a third finger and increased the speed of his thrusts. The "flick flick flick" sound of his ministrations as his oily fingers drilled in and out of her wet vagina merged with her moans to form an orchestra that made his penis extra hard. Cara had gotten up on her elbows and knees and was now fucking back at his fingers with reckless abandon. "Ohh deeper.. right there.. yes." Her moans had become much louder and her thighs were shuddering as if they were jelly. Lance couldn't endure it anymore. He pulled out his fingers from her vagina and sunk his oiled penis deep into her in one heavy thrust. "Aaargh!", Cara screamed and exploded around him. She fell flat on the bed and Lance went with her, still driving his penis into her and lengthening her orgasm. Tremor after tremor shook her body and she lay there with unfocused eyes as Lance pounded into her, groaning with each thrust. The more he thrust, the deeper he went, seeking for that sweet release he so badly wanted. "Ohh Cara," he groaned as he felt it approaching. Her juices had further oiled the length of his penis and Cara could feel each stroke through a film of sweet sleekness that made her ears burn to no end. "Fuck!", Lance cursed as he slammed one last time into her and began emptying the entire contents of his balls. He fell on her back exhausted and felt the shudders that wracked both their bodies as their joint orgasm continued to tear through them. "Hey," he whispered after he had caught his breath, "you were saying something about Mom?" "To hell with your mom," Cara scoffed. "Just give me another round." And immediately, she felt his penis twitch inside her.