Family Crisis

Inside the clinic, Zack Bishop stepped up to the reception desk. Behind the counter stood a young brunette Nurse, sorting through several files and arranging them in some kind of order. She looked young, maybe only a few years older than his sister. Instantly a voice in his head asked, ‘which one?’ But, he shook that off, needing to focus on the task at hand. He needed to talk to his mother, but he couldn't very well just walk in and demand to see her. She had a job to do and as Zack looked around the waiting room, he could see that it was already packed with people suffering from everything from routine colds to unusual and painful injuries and wounds. Some of these people clearly needed to go straight to the hospital, but since the clinic was free they wasted half their day trying to get stitches when they needed surgery. The nurses and his mother would clearly have very little time to spare for an unharmed teenager without an appointment.

Regardless, he had to try. His best tactic, he felt, was to play the ‘son’ card and make this about family. It wasn’t a complete lie; he did want to talk to his mother about their family, but he’d have to make it sound a little bit more urgent than it was. He coughed to get the nurse’s attention, but she ignored him. He coughed again.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked without looking up from her task.

“No, but I-” he began.

“All available time slots to see a doctor have been filled,” the nurse rattled off a line she’d obviously said a million times today alone. “If you’d like to make an appointment for tomorrow, you can do so, otherwise you might be able to pick something up at the pharmacy next door to help with that cough.”

“What? No, I was just trying to get your attention,” Zack replied, flustered by how directly this nurse was fobbing him off. “I need to see Dr. Monica Bishop.”

“Dr. Bishop is busy with a patient,” The nurse stated. “She doesn’t have time for walk-ins without appointments.”

“Listen, I’m her son, Zack Bishop,” He whispered, leaning over the counter. “I need to see my mum. It’s a family emergency.”

“What kind of emergency?” She asked without missing a beat.

Zack scratched his head. This girl wasn’t giving an inch. But he was also determined to see his mother, and the nurse pushing back only made him more stubborn. He had to come up with a believable answer. His father was a no-go; this nurse might know him from the hospital or if he ever visited the clinic. So that only left his sister…

“My sister, Taylor, is…well, it’s a very sensitive issue that I don’t feel comfortable talking about with a stranger,” Zack bluffed. “But it’s a woman’s issue, so you understand why I can’t go to my father.”

The nurse finally straightened up and looked Zack in the face. Her brown eyes were searching his, looking for any trace of a lie, and naturally Zack began to sweat because he was lying his ass off. She was cute in a worked for 12 hours and got 4 hours sleep sort of way, with her brown, fine hair pinned back out of her face, and her body was nice too, an obviously trim and slender figure that had seen a few too many ready cook meals, accentuated by the tight nurse’s uniform that tucked her in and gave her curves.

“Hello, did you hear what I said?” She waved a hand in front of his face. “I can’t just let you see Dr. Bishop just because you say that you’re her son.”

“Sorry. I just noticed how pretty you are when you’re not bent over a bunch of files,” Zack replied, as he reached into his pocket and produced his wallet. “Here’s my driver’s licence.”

The nurse blushed slightly as she took his identification, flattered. “Are you saying I don’t look good bent over?” She flirted as she glanced between the picture on the card and the handsome young man before her.

“No, I, ah, I just meant, not with this counter in the way. I’m certain if I had a better angle, you’d look just as hot,” he replied.

“First, I was pretty, now I’m hot. You must really need to see your mother,” she laughed as she handed back his driver’s licence. “I know when a guy is keeping me sweet to get what he wants.”

“Well, is it working at least?” Zack asked, realising he’d been rumbled but laughing along with the girl since she didn’t seem to be taking it badly. “Or is there anything else I can do for you?”

The nurse raised her eyebrows, her mouth relaxing into a bemused grin. “You teenagers always think with the head between your legs. Though I suppose of Monica can make use of it, maybe so can I…”

“Wait,” Zack blinked, repeating the nurse’s words in his head, trying to figure out which part he must have misheard. “What teenager did my mum make use of?”

The nurse bit her lip, realising perhaps that she’d said too much but deliberating how much more she should say. But before the conversation could go much further, the door into one of the examination rooms opened and a young woman emerged.

“Your mother is free now,” the nurse said, nodding in the direction of the door that the young woman had just left through. “I can give you five minutes before I need to let in another patient.”

Zack still had questions, but he also had questions for his mother, and he couldn’t pass up this opportunity to get the truth from his mother to interrogate some random nurse. So, he thanked the young brunette and dashed off to the examination room, closing the door behind him. As he stepped inside though, he was surprised to find no one there. Had the nurse made a mistake, he wondered, or intentionally tricked him?

“I’ll be with you in just a second,” came his mother’s voice from nowhere. “I just dropped my pen.”

Zack’s eyes dropped to the source of the sound, to the round shapely buttocks of his mother’s ass jutting out from under her desk. She was on her knees, the rest of her body pressed flat to the floor as she stretched out an arm, reaching for her pen that had rolled all the way to the back, under the drawers. Her doctor’s coat had ridden up, sitting just on the swell of her cheeks, her skirt pulled up behind it, the full length of his mother’s legs, from thigh to ankle being shown off in a pair of very sheer tights. And just below the hem of her skirt, peeking out between her legs, her panty covered mound made his cock lurch in his jeans.

As inappropriate as it was for Zack to be looking at his mother’s ass, noticing her clothed pussy and feeling his dick hardening at the sight, it still wasn’t as wrong as it had been to watch her actually get fucked in the caves last night. He could still picture it in his mind, Robert’s large cock sliding relentlessly in and out of her welcoming hole, her moaning and the squelching her cunt as it was filled over and over echoing off the cave walls. He’d watched his mother being stretched out by the biggest cock he’d ever seen, watched as she took it balls deep like a fucking pro, while Heather’s hand on his cock jerked him, matching the rhythm of his mother being pummelled by her father. He remembered cumming at the same time as his mother, seeing her shake and scream as his own cock spasmed, spilling his seed on the rocky ground as his mother spilled her own juice over Robert’s length. He could still hear her orgasm in his mind, her moans animalistic and euphoric, her pussy louder now as she creamed over Robert’s dick while he continued to fuck her, sliding in and out of her with the greatest of ease. And then her lover had said those fateful words that changed everything…

“Zack?!” His mother yelped with surprise as she stood up, smoothing out her skirt. “Is everything alright? Have you heard about Victoria yet?”

“Victoria’s fine,” Zack replied curtly. “I don’t have a lot of time, but I need to talk to you about last night.”

“Last night?” His mother pursed her lips. “You’re going to have to be more specific. A lot happened yesterday evening.”

“While we were searching for Victoria, Heather and I stumbled upon you and Robert in the caves,” Zack said, struggling to keep his voice and expression calm. There was an instinctive pull to simply start shouting and demanding answers, but Zack knew he’d get more answers this way than ranting and raving.

“Oh, Zack, honey, I’m sorry you had to see that,” she swallowed hard, her worst fears being realised. “There’s just a connection between Robert and me, one I avoided for a long time by avoiding him, and then seeing him again…there was a just rush of emotions between us, from both of us, and we couldn’t hold it back any longer. I understand if you want to tell your father. You should. I feel horrible, betraying him like this, but it also just feels…”

“…it just feels right.” Zack finished for his mother, remembering how he’d felt with Ashley in the forest when he’d cheated on Chloe. It was that same sense of joy tinged with guilt. It was hard to separate the two, but it was also difficult to stop. “I understand, and I won’t tell dad, so long as you’re honest with me.”

“I am being honest with you,” Monica stressed, confused.

“While Robert was…inside you…he mentioned that he’d wished you’d never stopped eighteen years ago.” Zack said, finding it too crude to use the word ‘fuck’ in relation to his mother when speaking to her. “And me being eighteen, well, that set off alarm bells in my head.”

Monica opened her mouth but didn’t speak, simply staring at her son with her lips parted, unsure how to react or even where to begin to respond to a statement like that. But Zack didn’t have time for her to process and decide on a diplomatic answer, so he pressed for an answer, speaking more bluntly.

“Mum, am I Robert Ravers' son?”