Clearing the Air

As they set off towards the caves, the group got switched around. Robert was still leading the group, but Monica held back slightly, allowing her son to head off in front of her, and then falling in line with Heather. Robert’s daughter glanced, irritated, at Zack’s mother, sensing that the older woman wanted to speak with her. The dark haired teen sighed, having gone through this before. Some of her father’s lovers, aspiring to be more than just a quick tumble, often sought to be something of a surrogate mother to her, despite the fact she already had a mother. Heather ought to have felt important, since they clearly recognised that the best way to the father was through the daughter, and it did give her immense happiness to be able to shut them down time and time again. Except it had never been a friend’s mother before.

“Listen, I want to speak with you about what happened in the bedroom back at the cabin,” Monica began, keeping her voice level so that neither Robert nor Zack would hear.

“When you kissed my father?” Heather retorted venomously. “You can say ‘kiss’. It’s not like I don’t understand what was going on.”

“I don’t think you do. The impression you got of me from that instance…” Monica paused, trying to choose the words to convey her own inner turmoil to the younger woman. “What I mean is that, you probably think that I’m like all of Robert’s other flings. But I’m not. I’m not even that.”

“They all believe that they’re different,” Heather informed Monica. “They all think that they can change him, or be something more. But if he couldn’t be monogamous for my mother, I don’t see what chance you have.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Heather,” Monica said, a little more firmly. “I don’t want the chance. I don’t want anything to do with Robert. That whole thing…was a mistake.”

“How do you walk into a room with innocent intentions and wind up with your tongue in his mouth and your hand pawing at his crotch?” Heather shot back, feeling irritated at simply having to remember the image in her mind.

“Oh, you seen that?” Monica replied sheepishly, her face flushing a light red.

“Kinda hard to miss,” Heather said, turning her face away. “So, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t act like it was just some little peak that I’m blowing out of proportion.”

“No, you’re right, and I understand the gravity of what I did,” Monica admitted, surprising Heather. “And, honestly, if you and Zack hadn’t caught us, it might have went even further, so I’m just glad you came in when you did and kept me from making an even bigger mistake.”

“I guess I can understand how something can come out of a situation that you didn’t intend,” Heather softened slightly, thinking to earlier in the trip, to her own experiences with Kurt and how she had consistently agreed to engage in sexual acts with him, despite her better judgement. “And I know my father has a talent for getting women to do what he wants.”

“He always has. But, I still should have known better,” Monica insisted. “I don’t want to start anything with your father, I’m not trying to ingratiate myself to him, or you. I have my own family, whom I love, even if it may not seem like it.”

“Are you worried I’ll tell Zack’s dad?” Heather asked defensively again, her suspicions growing over Monica’s true motives.

“No, not at all. I don’t see why you would…” And then with concern, Monica turned to Heather and asked, “Do you hate me that much?”

“No,” Heather said, choosing not to mention the fact that she had already dismissed telling Zack’s father. “But, if you love your husband and your family, why get involved with my father? Why were you kissing and touching him if you have a husband who wants to do that with you?”

“Part it is out of my control. I have a high…uh…sex drive,” Monica explain nervously, not finding the terminology itself awkward, this was her profession after all, but deeming it quite inappropriate to be discussing this with Robert’s daughter and Zack’s friend of all people. “But I won’t deny that I enjoy the thrill a little. To be somewhere I shouldn’t, with someone I shouldn’t, risking everything. It’s like gambling, except it’s driving in and out of you…ahem…but, I kept myself in check for a long time. I had to. Earlier…was me, falling off the wagon, so to speak.”

“That’s…” She wanted to say hot but thought better of it. But, she could understand the sensation. It had been something akin to what she’d felt, leaning over her father’s body earlier, their lips inches from each other’s. Heather had felt the scene intensely erotic because she shouldn’t have been that close to him, and to have went further would really have risked everything they had.

“You probably think the worst of me now. Some silly woman who can’t control herself,” Monica interjected. “And you’re not wrong, it was silly of me to put myself in that situation where I could lose control. I have to aspire not to allow it to happen again.”

Heather simply nodded, but in her head, she acknowledged that it was easier said than done with her father around. With his manly physique and roguish charm, her father had a way of undercutting a woman’s defences and persuading them to make bad decisions for him. Heather, his own daughter, had thought herself immune, but if this day had been indictive of anything it was that Heather needed to exercise self-control around her father as well.

“So, tell me Heather,” Monica began. “Has my son been behaving himself up here?”

The dark haired teen chuckled to herself, wondering if she should tell his mother about hooking up with Chloe, only to cheat on her with his friend’s girlfriend. Or how he’d fucked Lisa to get back at Ashley and ended up in threesome with them both. Or simply tell her that she was one of the few girls on the trip that he hadn’t had his dick in.

Fortunately for Zack, Heather wasn’t going to snitch on him like that, and she didn’t feel that she owed Monica the truth, so she simply said, “As much as can be expected for any boy in a cabin in the woods with five gorgeous women.”