Cara is a first time divorcee settling down to a life of quiet independence, but a strange attraction to her friend's yummy son is threatening to make her lose her senses. 19-year old Lance is your typical teenager – raging hormones and all. He's stupid enough to get attracted to a single mom twice his age. Call it love or lust, but Lance's mother, Carol, calls it forbidden. Carol declares her son out of bounds to cougars, but her friend can't keep her hands off him. Eventually, it falls to Lance to decide whose side he would take. Will he choose his mother? Or his lover?
Voir plus"Hey, honey," Carol called as she beat eggs in a shallow pan.
"Yeah, Mom," Lance mumbled weakly as he dragged his feet over to his busy mother in the kitchen. She had seen him passing by and was glad at the good timing.
"Are you free? I need you to take a DVD to someone." She was bustling all around the kitchen as she spoke.
"Why not just stream it over?", he grumbled.
"It's a DVD, sweety, not a porn video."
He blushed as he recalled when his mother had caught him streaming a leaked porn video with his friend, Dylan.
"By the way," she continued, now sure of success in breaking down his resistance. "It's just videos of a programme I launched some time ago, so it's too important to be trusted with your software thing."
"Come on, Mom," he sighed and rolled his eyes, but she didn't see him.
"Thanks dear, I'm grateful."
"So who's the person?"
"Oh it's Cara. She couldn't come for the programme because of Lisa's illness. Until that kid's hale and hearty, Cara's not leaving home. Remember how I excused myself from everything when Anna fell so sick?"
Lance remembered. It was just a few months ago when his young cousin fell gravely ill and had no other close relative nearby to look after her other than Carol, her parents having died years ago. But her recovery, like everything else about her, was swift. Nowadays, the girl was spending some time with her mother's family.
"But you can still stream it; it's easier," Lance mumbled.
"Of course, dear. You and Dylan can. But me and Cara, we are old school. We prefer the good ol' slot and play. And just in case she's forgotten, what she's looking for is the second and third videos. Now, if you're done with your complaints and reservations, the DVD is just beside the TV. Thank you."
With a smile, Lance went back to the sitting room. He wondered how his mother managed to anticipate his thoughts. Not that she was a psychologist, but she certainly had a way of reading his next move and then giving her response in a manner that always made him forget his 'complaints and reservations'.
*****
Parking in the driveway, Lance made his way on foot to Cara's house. It was an average-sized building in a very neat and quiet high-class neighborhood. It was no secret that Cara was a rich woman. It wasn't as a result of the large settlement from her recent divorce, but rather an inheritance from her late grandfather who was a successful business mogul during his lifetime. The divorce itself got her the house and an unknown amount of money along with custody of Lisa, her only child with her ex-husband. All this was common gossip. Lance ought to know a little more since Cara was his mother's friend, but he was never one to care for 'women talk', though he had quite a secret crush on Cara.
He walked to the front door and knocked quite confidently, but that confidence fell apart as the door was suddenly opened before he could drop his hand. A tired-looking Cara stood in the doorway.
"Hi Lance," she said in her small voice. "Your mom sent you? Please come in."
She stepped aside and he walked in, more like an automaton than a human. He was still not recovered from the shock of the sudden opening of the door. She closed it behind him and walked to where he was standing. Even with the tired face and no make-up, Lance thought her very beautiful. She didn't look her 35 years in her knee-length jeans, white sleeveless blouse and no cosmetics at all.
"Uhh.. Mom asked me to give you this," he said and awkwardly presented the DVD to Cara. "She said it.. it's the uh.. second and third."
"Yeah I remember. Thanks a lot."
And they both relapsed into uncomfortable silence. So far, Lance had only risked one look at Cara's face and he was searching his mind, trying to come up with something sensible to say. Something that would give him a reason to risk another look. Yes... Lisa.
"Uhh.. how's Lisa doing?", he asked, trying to sound confident and finding that her face was expressionless.
"Oh. She's doing better. Thanks."
"I um.. I think I.. I have to go now."
"Yeah, sure."
Cara rushed to the door and opened it wide enough for him to pass through and he walked past her, eyes on the ground.
"Um say me hi to your mom and Anna too. Oh I forgot, she's on holidays. Well, if you talk to her, just.. tell her I said hi."
"Sure."
He glanced briefly at her again and noticed that her eyes were also averted. Who would've thought? He wasn't the only one feeling a little uncomfortable after all. Up until then, he had thought that she had been staring at him and laughing inwardly at his childish nervousness. Since that wasn't the case, he felt a little better. But then, why could she not maintain eye contact? Was something badly wrong that she didn't want anyone to know?
He was now making for his car and he thought of going back to find out if everything was okay with her, but finding the courage was no easy feat. Rather than make a bigger fool of himself, he decided to go straight home. Going back to knock on the door again and ask about her welfare was outright funny and too daring to be attempted. He had done what he was sent to do. His business here was over. Anything extra may be deemed as prying into senior adult affairs. Affairs that had nothing to do with nineteen-year olds.
*****
Cara exhaled deeply as she closed the door and leaned on it. It was just a few minutes, from opening the door and welcoming him in to his exit, but it felt like a decade. All the while, she had wanted him to go, but at the same time, she had wanted him to stay. For Christ's sake, she had never felt this way since decades ago in high school!
Thinking about Lance made her feel young again and his handsome face was just so innocent and boyish that she wished to cradle it in her hands and run her fingers through that sandy blonde hair. His dreamy blue eyes were the greatest of all. She could never dare to look at them. They made her weak in all the wrong places.
The first and last time she really looked into them was when Carol first introduced them to each other. That handshake and that mutual blush were things she could never forget. She actually felt the electricity run through her as their skins made contact, and the first few times she had seen him since then, she had always avoided touching him or looking into his eyes. She could never trust herself to resist the beauty and innocence she would find in there. The feeling was nameless to her. It wasn't motherly or sisterly or anything close to that, rather it was a strong form of attraction that she could not describe. He was 19 and she was 35, just six years younger than his mother, so it certainly wasn't love. But what on earth could it be?
Cara was seated quietly on her couch, legs folded under her and a glass of wine in her hand. The room was well-lighted and she was occupied with staring at the bottle of wine on the table as if she could read her future in the dark-colored liquid encased by the transparent glass of the bottle. Lisa had gone to bed - she had seen to that only minutes ago - so she had no company other than her thoughts. And they were mostly centered on the events of the last 40 hours or so.The morning of the previous day, she had woken up as usual with a broken heart, but by afternoon, she had patched it up temporarily and was ready to move on through the day. When evening came, the biggest blow was made to her bandaged heart when she saw Lance outside that grocery store, but somehow, he had managed to make everything better. Her inner self wagged a threatening finger at her as her mind touched on what they had done at the store and the possibility that they might have been seen. But she shrug
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 immature. Wasn't a real man supposed to be capable of figuring out something like this? That w
*****TWO WEEKS LATER*****They stepped out of the store to meet a considerably aged sun beating a slow retreat. The evening was getting older and night was certainly not far away, but Lance still had no thought of excusing himself.He'd tried twice so far, but Selene still wouldn't allow him help her carry at least one of the grocery bags. He had escorted her here from school after their classes had ended and they'd come in her car since he'd lent his to a close friend who needed to run an urgent errand. But all this time that he had tagged along with her, they'd scarcely said more than just a few words to each other. Even though he'd known the woman for a few months, Lance still didn't find it easy to engage her in conversation.She had a way of switching between formal and informal so markedly that he was always putting extra restraint on the use of his tongue whenever he was around 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
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
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 doo
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
A second clink of cutlery against plate brought Lance's face up from his food. If he dared to not respond, Anna would clink him into deafness."What is it?", he asked sourly."The eggs," she replied, nodding at his plate. "You don't like eggs, so let me have one.""Fine," he conceded and transferred one of the two hardboiled eggs in his plate over to hers."Thank You."But he did not respond. She shrugged and went to work on the egg. She loved eggs and would do anything to get them. Lance, on the other hand, was not a big fan of eggs. Whenever his mother would persuade him to have some in his food, Anna would be there to help him get rid of the unwanted burden.Seconds later, he dropped his knife and fork with a loud clatter and her eyes quickly shot up. One glance told her that his plate was empty save for the cutlery and the second egg. Even before he could push the plate to her, she reached forward and grabbed it."Thanks, La
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."
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