WICKed Hormones – Chap 12 by RTR9209..,

****DISCLAIMER****

This is a complete work of fantasy. All sexual participants are 18-years of age or older.

****AUTHOR’S NOTES****

Thanks to all of you for your continued interest and support. I really appreciate you taking the time to read my work. I also want to thank my amazing editor for his help and advice.

I know it has been quite a while since my last submission. Chapter 13 is in the works and I will do my best to release it in a more timely fashion.

With that being said… I really hope you will enjoy this installment.

CHAPTER 12

“Well, Mr. Mitchell?” Donna then waved the clear plastic bag and asked, “What do you have to say about this?”

Mrs. Miller’s hand movement broke Jacob out of his panic-induced trance. With his mind still jumbled with shock and confusion, the teenager could not form any words… instead he replied, “Ummmmm…”

Mrs. Miller then sighed as she sat back in her chair. She could easily read the tell-tale signs of guilt in Jacob’s soft brown eyes. Being a mother of three, Donna had seen that look many times over the years on the faces of her own precious children.

Tossing the ziplock bag onto the desktop, the preacher’s wife then said, “So… my fears were correct… it is yours.” Donna slowly shook her head. “I can’t tell you how much I hoped that I would be wrong. However, since you were the last known male to be in that room, it only makes sense that you would be the prime suspect.”

Still trying to gather his thoughts, Jacob stammered, “M–Mrs. Miller? How? I mean… where did you…”

“Find it?” Donna finished Jacob’s question for him. She then leaned forward and continued, “First of all, I didn’t. It was Mr. Rayford who accidentally discovered the paraphernalia from your wretched activities.”

John Rayford was the custodian and groundskeeper for Grace Baptist Church. In his late fifties, John was tall and heavy built, with less than average looks and a bad combover. Except on Sunday, his everyday attire consisted of a dingy tee shirt worn underneath denim overalls and work boots.

Mr. Rayford’s family was originally from a small coal mining community in the mountains of West Virginia. While John was a teenager, his father died in a mining accident. After his father’s death, his mother, Elizabeth, moved them to Georgia to be near other family members. She took up work in a cotton mill, and she and John began attending Grace Baptist Church.

Mr. Rayford never married. He was sort of a simpleton, a recluse… reticent, and never talked much. It was a widespread belief that the long-time janitor suffered from some mental handicap. The older man was benign enough, but he could come across as strange and creepy… especially to some female church members. He had a habit of sometimes staring a bit longer than necessary… mainly when it came to the more attractive ladies of the congregation.

Mrs. Miller then added, “Surprisingly, Mr. Rayford found it right where you left it.”

Jacob’s eyes went wide, and he whispered, “The trash can.”

Donna stood up from her chair and began walking around her desk. “Correct… so you do remember.” She then leaned her shapely bottom against the desktop and crossed her arms underneath her ample bosom. Even in his nervous state, Jacob’s eyes automatically drew to the middle-aged wife’s modestly exposed cleavage.

Mrs. Miller looked down at Jacob and continued, “A couple of days after the rummage sale, Mr. Rayford just happened to be cleaning the church nursery.” She then turned and picked up the ziplock bag from her desk and continued, “As he emptied the bathroom garbage, this accidentally fell out of the wastebasket.” She held it up again as if it were ‘exhibit A’ in some murder mystery court case. “It’s evident that you have much to learn when it comes to covering your tracks.”

Jacob thought for a moment. His mind returned to that Saturday afternoon and the mind-blowing sex with Karen on that old couch in the so-called ‘mother’s room’. The teenager vividly remembered that after the incredible session with his mom, he tightly wrapped the used condom with excessive toilet paper and buried it at the bottom of the wastebasket. There is no way it ‘accidentally’ fell out. Mr. Rayford likely found it while rummaging through the garbage like some weird pervert.

A new fear grasped at Jacob’s heart. What else did Mrs. Miller know… was she aware of what actually took place that day with him and his mother?

Donna placed the bagged and used condom back down onto her desk and recrossed her arms. She then took a deep breath and sighed. “Jake, I must say… I’m not sure which I feel more… anger or disappointment. I honestly thought you were a good boy. I don’t understand how you could be so brazen as to defile the Lord’s house in that manner. You should be ashamed… I’m sure your parents raised you better than that!”

The middle-aged wife began walking around her desk and back to her chair. “Now… before I alert Karen and Robert of your vile and degenerate behavior, I want you to tell me one thing…” Donna then sat back down and leaned onto her forearms. With a cold stare, she asked, “Who was she?”

“Ma’am?” Jacob asked with delighted surprise. Evidently, Mrs. Miller did not suspect his mother to be his partner in crime. To Jacob’s relief, it appeared that his and Karen’s incestual tryst was still safely under wraps.

Donna asked again, “Who was she? Your culprit in all this!” She leaned back in her chair and continued, “Is the harlot a member of our church or just some skank you sneaked in after your mother left you alone to supposedly recuperate from being out in the sun too long?”

It was then Jacob was given a small glimmer of hope. Maybe there was a way out of this situation while still protecting the secret relationship with his mother. Shaking his head, Jacob replied, “Mrs. Miller… there was no ‘she’… I was alone in the room.”

Donna scoffed, “Jake… don’t insult my intelligence. It’s clearly evident the condom has been used.” She picked the ziplock bag up again and said while scrunching her face, “Your… residue… is all over it.”

Nodding his head, Jacob replied, “Yes, Ma’am. What I mean to say is… ” He then looked away in an attempt to show shame. “I… masturbated.”

With a look of horror on her face, Donna retorted, “Masterba– in our church??” She leaned forward and continued, “What kind of little pervert are you?” Before Jacob could say anything, the freaked-out mother put up her hand and added, “I can tell you what kind… the kind that will NOT be dating my daughter!!” She then stood up abruptly from her chair… her ice-blue eyes slinging daggers at the boy.

Jacob quickly stood up and stepped towards the desk, trying to plead his case. “Mrs. Miller, it’s not what you think. I can explain if you just give me a chance… please?”

Donna crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side, and thought for a few seconds, “Okay… explain.” She then chuckled, “This should be good.”

Jacob took a deep breath and then said, “Well, you see, I have a rare… medical condition.”