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

Cara was awakened by a groan. She thought it sounded like someone was in pain and her eyelids fluttered open. The bed space beside her was empty, so she rolled onto her back, just in time to see a gloriously naked Lance coming into the bedroom from the bathroom. Before she could say anything, he jumped beside her on the bed. But she wouldn't fall for him so easily."Hey hey hey," she protested, clasping her thighs shut as he ran his hand softly up her leg. She could already feel his hardening cock touching her leg and she knew it would take some tact to avoid getting speared today."Did you use condoms with those girls at Rob's Cove?", she demanded."What! What girls?""Oh please, stop pretending. I found you with your face between a set of huge breasts and your hand between a set of tightly locked thighs.""Oh. But.. I..."She seized the opportunity and quickly wriggled out of his grasp before jumping off the bed."I swear, I didn't

Lance breezed into the restaurant and made straight for the kitchen, patting one of the waiters on the back as he went. He closed the kitchen's door behind him and moved further in. He saw the chefs hard at work - steam, aroma, and sounds of boiling, frying and roasting coming from every direction. He made his way over to a far end and sat down on a chair in front of a clear table near the window. He didn't have to wait long. The co-owner of the restaurant, his friend Rex, came over in his white chef attire and slammed down a tray of food on the table."Munch," he said as he took a seat beside Lance, who then drew the tray closer and inhaled the aroma. It was mushrooms prepared in an unfamiliar but delicious looking way, with stew and chunks of meat. He picked a fork and threw some pieces into his mouth."Hmmm. Real nice," he complimented as he chewed."Glad to hear. Thanks for coming.""My pleasure," Lance replied between mouthfuls."

When Lance was done working, he quickly swallowed supper while the just-returned Anna was bathing. By the time she was done and was coming down to join them, he was already on his way out to attend an all-night party that could not be missed for anything in the world. Even the thought of missing it was a sin! That was what he told his mother and she had no reason not to believe him. He jumped into his car and began the journey to his friend's house, just as the darkness began to intensify. It would be a long evening and he had no plan to rush.**When Lance arrived at Rex's, he pressed the bell with sufficient civility since he was not so sure of the current status quo, but it didn't take a minute before Rex threw open the door. Lance immediately launched a direct punch aimed at his head, but his friend ducked just in time and managed to push him into the house at the same time."That was for the money returned, you bastard," Lance blurted as he reg

When Lance finally returned home, he walked into the house a little awkwardly, despite his efforts to look normal. It was still morning and he didn't expect to find anyone at home, but yet, the front door wasn't locked. The TV in the sitting room was also turned on. He grabbed the remote control and turned down the volume, but suddenly, he heard a sound emanate from the direction of the kitchen. Oh, perhaps Mom's taking a day off work, he thought. Turning his steps in that direction, he walked into the kitchen unannounced."Morning Mom," he greeted as he went over to the fridge. There was no response and he wondered if she was mad at him for not informing her the previous day that he would stay the night after the "party". But he had told her, had he not? Anyway, for now, he was more focused on getting himself filled with both food and drink after the punishment he had received from Cara. He found a pack of his favourite juice at the far end of the top shelf and pulled it out