Chapter 14

When Lance walked into the house, his mother at first mistook him for a stranger because she had never seen him in such formal clothes before. But when she saw his face as he turned to her, she confronted him.

"And where the hell are you coming from, young man?"

"A friend's," he replied with a smile.

"Why didn't you call or pick my calls? Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

"Sorry. It wasn't deliberate. I lost my phone."

She breathed a big sigh of relief and then shook her head.

"Look, I know you're an adult and old enough to do what you want, but I'm still your mother. I care and worry about you all the time. Whenever you're leaving for long periods, try to let me know. And if plans change midway, call and keep me informed. If you lost your phone, you could've used a friend's phone. You got me so worried sick that I thought you were in the captivity of that nasty woman and I was just about to raid her house with a combined team of police and military special forces led by Tom Cruise and James Bond."

Lance didn't find it funny, but he chuckled anyway, just to completely douze tensions. Moving quickly, he made his way upstairs, to avoid hearing more unfair and insulting words directed at Cara.

"Hey, if you'll go with us to church today, you better start getting ready," Carol called after him.

Instead of the snort she expected, he gave no response at all. He was actually considering going to church with Anna and his mother - something he had not done for a year at least.

As he approached his room, he saw that the door was slightly open. He came to a halt and stared at it briefly. He always kept his door locked, so why on Earth was it open? He marched forward and pushed it fully open. Sure enough, it was Anna. She was lying face down on the floor, hammering away at a joystick, in front of a video game. She was so engrossed in the activity that she still had not noticed his presence. Lance quietly moved to the socket from which all electrical equipment in the room received power and turned off the switch.

"Oh shit!", Anna swore as power went out.

She threw the joystick away and lay full length on the floor, thinking it was a general power outage. But she turned on her back and finally caught sight of Lance standing akimbo near the socket.

"It was you, right?"

"Yes, it was me. And that's your cue to leave my room. Who gave you the right to intrude, anyway?"

She hissed in contempt and folded her arms across her chest.

"Just turn on the stupid socket, will you?"

"Like I said, get out of my room."

"Or else what?", she challenged, quickly sitting up.

"Or else you'll run late for church," Lance answered, catching her off guard.

"Mom's already getting ready," he added.

"Well, okay then," she shrugged as she got to her feet, the fight totally out of her.

Lance breathed a sigh of relief as he watched her leave. But she stopped just short of reaching the door.

"Maybe you should come with us to church, you know. Perhaps God can forgive your sins and cure you of your evil habit."

"And what habit is that?", he demanded.

"Watching porn of course."

She opened the door and slid out before he could formulate a reply.

"Whew," he exhaled as he slumped down on his bed, wondering if his cousin would ever stop dangling that piece of scandal over his head. But come to think of it.. why not just go to church with them today? He had nothing to do at home for now and he knew none of his friends who were free enough to hang out with at this time of the day on Sunday. Some were probably still in bed while others were probably working. He had a high-end web design job to handle, but he could only start after receiving the necessary details from the client. So why stick around doing nothing? He started unbuttoning his shirt preparatory to taking his bath.

***

Lance was far from feeling occupied or satisfied as he sat beside his mother and cousin, listening to the pastor preach. To be frank, he wasn't really listening, rather he was alternating between shifting uncomfortably and scanning his environment. This was one of the reasons he never liked attending church services - they were so boring and uninteresting. In fact, why on Earth he had chosen to tag along this Sunday was what he was trying to remember.

Suddenly, his mother got up and excused herself. She had a very important phone call to take and she quickly rushed out. Her absence felt better on Lance. He was now deeply relaxed and scanning his surroundings leisurely. He was no longer pretending to pay attention to the preaching.

Yet again, a mass of loosely-tied brown hair attracted his attention. It looked very familiar, but the owner was several seats away and had her back turned to him. He focused on the hair again for a while before his eye caught a smaller mass of brown hair on a smaller figure right beside her. Just then, the little girl turned her head. Well, it was Lisa! And the bigger mass of hair was obviously Cara's. Hmm he never thought Cara attended this church too. If he had known, he would have been a regular!

He could see mother and daughter having a little conversation. Then the girl jumped up and skittered down the row to a female member and sat down on her lap, giving her mother a toothy grin. Cara in turn responded with a smile and the woman whom Lisa had gone to be with properly positioned her on her lap, conversing with her as she did.

Lance's eyes quickly darted back to Cara and he smiled to himself. Each side of the aisle contained rows of three-seater benches, but both seats on either side of his brunette sweetheart were empty. Lance recognized his opportunity immediately.

Swiftly, he got up from beside the unsuspecting Anna and gravitated to the seat on the left side of Cara. He chose that seat because the woman on Cara's right was old, so her senses would be significantly diminished - hopefully, too diminished to take notice of whatever he would say or do.

At first, Cara didn't bother to look at the newcomer, but when she felt a hand snake around her waist, she started and looked beside her.

"Oh God. Lance," she muttered beneath her breath, "what are you doing here?"

"It's boring to sit alone," he whispered.

"You weren't sitting alone," she whispered back. Obviously, she'd noticed his presence in the church long before now.

He said nothing, as if he hadn't heard her. They remained silent for a while and he kept his hand where it was. She thought that his hand on her waist was just a benign and possessive action, but she was quickly proven wrong. Slowly, he meandered his way under the hem of her blouse and fondled her chubby waist and ample love handles.

She was beginning to shift uncomfortably, but made no move to stop him. Looking at them, you'd never imagine where Lance's hand was placed. He was looking straight ahead, the very image of a devout Christian. But underneath the clothes, Cara's body was beginning to heat up from his touch.

Now, he didn't just stop at her hip and midriff. He went lower, testing the strength of her skirt's waistband. She shifted again, but that did not deter him. As he slipped his hand under her skirt, she wondered how far he was going to take this. She had lost consciousness of her surroundings and was totally plugged into the daring action her young lover was taking her through. He felt the material of her panties and discovered that it was lace, causing him to perform his own shifting.

"Lance," she cautioned in a whisper as he toyed with the waistband of her panties. But he ignored her and went on to grab a handful of the top of her meaty backside. He fondled, squeezed and caressed to his heart's content before moving to the tight crack in the middle of her buttocks and probing it with his fingers. Cara shifted again and accidentally sat on two of his fingers. But she quickly inched up to allow him withdraw them.

She thought that was the end, but instead of withdrawing his hand out of her panties altogether, he simply held her waist and shifted ever so lightly towards her. His long hand could now reach his desired target. He slowly traced his way back to the side of her body nearer to him and maneuvered his hand down the front of her skirt beneath her panties, ending up on her bare vulva. He could feel the soft hairs there and lightly traced her cameltoe, causing Cara to squirm. She was torn between enjoying what he was doing and heart-pounding worry. If they were still unaware, how long before those in the pew behind them would look down and notice their unnatural closeness? Or someone in the front pew looking back and catching sight of his hand making a trip through her skirt. But she was alone in that line of thought.

Hungry for more, Lance licked his lips and drew even closer to her. Then he ran his hand down the slit to her already wet hole, making her shiver. Without further hesitation, he plunged one finger in and Cara gasped.

"You're such a shameless dog, you know. We're in the House of God. Have some respect!", she scolded in a harsh whisper.

He extracted his hand and whispered in response as he licked his fingers, "Even God had a son."

"So?", Cara asked in puzzlement.

"So he must have fucked someone in his house."

"You're so stupid."

Lance responded with a sharp pinch on her backside.

"Eeech!", she squealed in pain, almost jumping off her seat.

The old woman on her right turned to her with a puzzled look.

"Sorry.. I'm sorry," Cara apologized, blushing in shame.

But Lance's hand had gone back to lurking beneath her underwear. Cara simply grabbed her hardcover Bible and gave him a sound rap on the knee with the sharp edge.

"Fuck!", he exclaimed in pain and nearly half the church turned to glare at him in fury.

"Mosquitos," he quickly explained, still clutching his hurting knee. When the members had returned their attention to the pastor's sermon, he turned to Cara and whispered, "why the fuck did you do that?"

"Watch your lang... oh look! Your mom's back."

Lance didn't need to be told twice. Quickly, he jumped up from beside Cara and darted off to his old seat, just as his mother walked back into the church.

Cara felt relieved that Carol had not sighted them together - that would have been a disaster. To avoid suspicion from those around her, she waited for a few minutes before re-arranging her clothes. The apex of her thighs was damp with her secretions, but she was clear-headed enough to know that her lover's departure was for the best.