I saw Mommy kissing...

Doctor Monica Bishop, Zack’s mother, waited as Robert Ravers, Heather’s father, entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him. As soon as the door was shut, Monica very calmly and without raising her voice, asked him, “what the fuck was that?”

Robert masked his embarrassment with a puzzled look at the doctor and asked, “What do you mean? Heather was just giving me a massage, like she said.”

Her anger rose again with Robert’s denial, and she hissed at him, “It didn’t look like it was just a massage. Everyone can see how hard you are Robert!”

“Listen, Brooke use to give me massages all the time,” Robert explained, taking a step closer to Monica. “Heather giving me one just reminded me of the good times I once had with my wife. Nothing more.”

“Then you should have put a stop to it. When we walked in you were this close to kissing,” She raised her hand, holding her thumb and index finger barely a centimetre apart. “For fuck sake, Robert, you’re her father.”

“Believe, Mon, it was completely innocent,” he lied. “Whatever it looked like, that wasn’t the case. There’s nothing more here than a Father-Daughter relationship, albeit, a fairly close one.”

Monica shook her head. “I know what I saw.”

Robert shrugged, saying, “I don’t know what I can say to convince you. But you can trust me, Mon. You always have been able to.”

“No,” Monica shook her head again. “You’re not dragging that up again.”

“I can’t help it,” Robert said, stepping closer still. “You being here, back in my life, after all this time, it feels like fate or something. And how can I resist when you look so hot? As fucking beautiful as you ever did.”

“Fate?” She scoffed. “You sound like one of the teenagers out there. Fortunately, I’m mature enough to know what when it comes to you Robert, the only thing you feel is your libido.”

“I don’t deny I have a high sex drive.” Robert took one of her hands in his. “But then again so do you. That’s why we were so well matched.”

“Only in sex…” Monica muttered as Robert brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles as he locked eyes with hers. Monica exhaled, watching him for a moment and then sharply pulled her hand from his grasp. “We were both wild in our younger days, but I grew up, Robert.”

“Who says we can only be wild in our youth?” Robert asked bringing his hand up to her face now instead. “Why should we deny ourselves what we really want?”

“Because other people will get hurt,” She insisted, but did nothing to bat away his hand away from casually caressing her cheek. “Because for you this is just about what your dick wants, not your head or your heart.”

“Do you want it to be about more than sex?” Robert asked, stroking along her jaw.

“No, that’s not what…I meant…I…” Monica stammered, her face flush as she suddenly became aware of how close Robert was standing and how near his mouth was to hers. Yet, she made no attempt to move away. “We…we both know if you could, you’d have made it work with Brooke.”

“Perhaps,” Robert dropped his voice to an airy whisper, allowing her to feel his warm breaths against her cool lips. “But Brooke and I were incompatible in more ways than just willingness. I loved her, and I tried to be with only her, but her sex drive…it’s not like mine…not like yours.”

“I…it doesn’t matter. I love Gregory. I won’t break up my family. Not for anything.” She continued to protest unconvincingly.

“Then no one has to know,” Robert said as his free hand grabbed hers again. This time, rather than bringing it to his mouth, he pressed her palm again the crotch of his pants allowing her to feel the stiffness and heat of his solid hard cock through the material of his trousers. “But I know you, Mon. I know that you can’t deny yourself a big, thick cock when it’s presented to you.”

Monica Bishop exhaled deeply as her fingers instinctively ran up and down along the covered shaft of Robert’s dick. She knew that she should withdraw her hand, move away, maybe even slap him and storm out. Give him a clear signal that she didn’t want to play. But the longer her hand rested upon the fat shape of his cock, feeling how stiff and hard he was beneath her fingertips, even through the trouser material, the more Monica felt her lust pulling her into the web of his desire. She was struck by a sudden conflict in her body; she wanted to run but she also wanted his cock.

Robert’s hand on her face, slid down around her neck pulling her head towards his. She did little to resist, closing her eyes and parting her lips as she saw his mouth draw near. They kissed deeply, passionately, lips rolling over the others, tongues entwined in between, while Monica’s hand continued to stroke his dick through his trousers. She felt his hands move to her ass, sliding beneath her skirt and gripping her ass through her lace panties. She moaned into his mouth, his strong grasp on her buttocks tugging at the flesh around her dampening cunt. Her whole body flushed with desire.

He felt her yield to him, willingly kissing him, stroking him faster, and bucking against his hands on her ass. It became obvious to Robert that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Any part of her that didn’t want this was being blinded by lust and desire. Truth be told, Monica was seconds away from pulling off Robert’s belt, unzipping his pants and pulling that huge cock out so that she could feel it bare against her hand. The only thing that stopped her was a surprised shout from the door.

“What the fuck?!” A boys voice exclaimed.

Robert and Monica broke the kiss simultaneously, jumping away from each other and looking towards the door. They were just in time to see a face through the ajar door being pulled away from the gap. From the hallway, another voice, a girl’s, argued with the boy.

“I told you to be quiet,” she hissed.

Robert stepped up to the door, opening it wide to reveal his daughter and Monica’s son having been listening and watching. “What are you doing?” He said pointedly towards Heather.

“Nothing,” The dark haired cheerleader replied coldly, and stomped off.

“Heather?! Come back here!” Robert called after her, but when she didn’t come, he set off down the hall, following her.

Zack waited until Robert had left before glancing awkwardly towards his mother, an expression of pure guilt upon her face.

“How long were you there?” She asked tentatively.

“Long enough to see you two making out,” Zack said, averting his gaze from his mother again. “So…is this some sort of an affair? Does dad know?”

“This isn’t anything,” Monica clarified. “It was just a mistake. I thought something was going on between Heather and Robert but…” She breathed deep. “Robert can be very persuasive. I didn’t mean for anything to happen but then…”

“’It was just a mistake’…’you got carried away in the moment’…’it just sort of happened’…it’s always the same excuses,” Zack growled, thinking of Ashley. “What about dad? Don’t you love him?”

“Of course, I do. Honestly, your father and I have a very healthy love life…but…” She frowned, realising how inappropriate the subject was for conversation with her son, however, she needed him to understand that this wasn’t anything against his father. “I just have a higher sex drive than your father.”

Zack balked, having received a little bit more information about his parent’s sex life than he really ever wanted to hear. But he couldn’t help himself thinking of another question, especially given why he’d just went on a break in his relationship with Ashley. “Does that mean you go prowling around looking for men to…uh…satisfy you…when dad’s not up to the task?”

“Oh, no, I have vibrators and dildos to do that…usually,” she felt fresh redness fill her face as she openly admitted to masturbating with sex toys to her own son. “It’s just that…when Robert was standing right in front of me, saying nice things about me and presenting me with his large…penis...it’s difficult to say no.”

“Yeah, sure,” Zack replied sarcastically as he turned to leave. Disappearing down the hall, Monica heard him murmur something along the lines of, “can’t anyone stay faithful these days.”

Monica Bishop closed her eyes and sighed. Sighed because she should never have allowed herself to be lured in by Robert’s words. Sighed because God only knew what her son thought of her now. Sighed because he could out her to Gregory. Sighed because clearly her son was going through something and her own stupidity and irresponsibly had only seemed to be make it worse. Sighed because despite being caught, her body was stilling humming and tingling with arousal. Sighed because she missed the feeling of that big, thick cock in her hands. Sighed because five or ten minutes later and her son and Robert’s daughter might have got a front row seat to that huge dick ploughing her slick cunt.

She opened her eyes and realised, despite her reservations, despite the risk, the thing between her and Robert Ravers, call it love, or call it lust, wasn’t over.