The Big Bang

Monica motioned for her son to sit on the bed as she placed the pen on the desk and sat back on her own chair. She stared at her son blankly for another moment, ponderous and uncertain how exactly to say what she wanted to say. Zack waited, despite having very little time in which to have this conversation, feeling that he had to show a little patience now if he were to get his mother to open up to him.

“I…I don’t know,” Monica admitted, than quickly added, “I know how that sounds, but please, let me explain.”

Zack’s lips tightened as he fought the urge to reply, and instead offered a stiff nod, indicating for his mother to continue.

“After your sister was born, I suffered from post-natal depression. It didn’t last long, only several months, thanks to your father and I recognising the symptoms quickly and seeking therapy, but it still damaged our relationship,” She said, frowning as she remembered the sad, dark time in her life. “We withdrew from each other and found it difficult to communicate. When I finally felt that the depression had passed, or at least, I was through the worst of it, your father and I made an effort to reconnect.”

“I don’t understand,” Zack interjected, scratching his head. “Did you have your affair with Robert while you and dad had drifted apart?”

“No, it actually came later,” Monica replied, surprising him. “It was your father’s idea, to spice up our sex life in order to reconnect with each other. He’d heard about a sex party that Robert Ravers was holding, at that cabin you’re staying at in fact. This was while he was still with Brooke and trying to remain faithful. And failing, obviously. I believe he thought that if he could have this thing on the side, and have it boxed in on one night of the week, he could safely live the rest of his life as the devoted husband he so wanted to be.”

“It’s so weird to hear you talk about sex parties,” Zack grimaced. “But, go on.”

Monica smiled softly and sympathetically. “Well, unfortunately, it wasn’t just a sex party, it was for swingers. A lot of women had come, and dragged their husbands along, just to sleep with Robert. He has a reputation for having slept around, but he also has a reputation for being extremely good at it.”

“Yes, I saw that last night,” Zack reminded her, his face become tense with irritation. “And were you one of those girls, mum? That came to the party just to sleep with Robert?”

“Not at all. As I said, it was your father’s suggestion that we even attend the party, and we didn’t realise it would be for swingers until we got there,” Monica retorted, shaking her head. “We talked about leaving, but it felt a bit silly, talking about spicing up our sex life and then backing out. I don’t know who your father ended up with, but as you can guess, I picked Robert.”

“And that’s when the affair started?” He clarified.

“Right, though neither of us intended for it to become an affair.” Monica agreed, continuing. “But there was just a connection between us, a spark of passion that surprised both of us, I think. He wasn’t as rough as I expected, not that first time, he was considerate and just seemed to ooze sexual energy. And that cock, good heavens, Zack, that monster of a cock…” She stopped abruptly, remembering who she was talking to, and cleared her throat. “Needless to say, it was good, and I felt a depth of emotion with Robert that had been missing from my relationship with your father.”

“So, what? He didn’t care about his wife or your husband, he just went after you?” Zack asked, not necessarily judging. It reminded him of his own situation with Ashley, how he had a girlfriend and she a boyfriend and it didn’t stop either of them. “And if you and him were having sex while you felt disconnected to dad, how can you not be sure who’s my biological father?”

“Actually, I pursued him. I just had to be around him, to feed off that energy he poured out, so the next day after the party, I invited him out to lunch. I had no intention of having sex with him, at least not consciously; we were just to meet to discuss what happened. I had hoped that what I felt was just the eroticism of the night, but the electricity was still there the next day, in the daylight,” Monica revealed, fidgeting with the fabric of her chair. “We ended up skipping lunch and just going straight to one of his hotel rooms.”

“So, you had sex again, and that’s where the affair began proper,” Zack surmised.

“Right, but you must understand, Zack, I still loved Gregory. I still wanted him in my life and I enjoyed his company. But Robert filled a hole in me that Gregory couldn’t…no…wait…that sounds wrong…” Monica laughed nervously. “I mean, there was an emptiness inside my being that disappeared when I was around Robert. The more I was with him, the more I began to feel completely like myself again. But, I also felt guilty, loving your dad and doing these things with Robert…so I made an effort to reignite my sex life with your father to make myself feel better. Like, even if I was screwing around with Robert, at least I was still having sex with Gregory too. It was a pretty flimsy justification, I admit, but that’s just what I did to reconcile the two feelings inside me.”

Zack winced, very uncomfortable about having to discuss his parent’s sex life but pressing on regardless. He still needed more answers, and his time was quickly evaporating. “Didn’t dad notice? That all of a sudden you were having sex with him more.”

“Not really. As I said, back at the cabin, I’ve always had quite a high sex drive. In his younger days, Gregory could keep up, but as time went on, I used toys and such to deal with any other feelings I had. Gregory knew about those and he was fine with it.” Monica said. “He simply assumed that our renewed sex life was because my depression was gone.”

“So, that’s why you don’t know who my father is?” Zack asked, incredulous. “Because you were sleeping with them both at the same time.”

“Unfortunately, yes, and I never had a DNA test. And checking the dates didn’t help, because there were plenty of times where I had sex with Gregory and Robert on the same day,” Monica admitted. “And honestly, I wanted you to be Gregory’s, and I wanted to keep our family together. I knew if Gregory found out that I might have been pregnant with another man, it’d break our family apart. I didn’t want to destroy our family just as it was beginning. So, I broke things off with Robert, telling him that I wanted to focus on my family, and that he should focus on his. After that, I recommitted myself to your father. And I was successful at it, until very recently.”

“Shit, I was hoping you would be able to tell me who my father was. Well, you answered honestly, I believe, so I won’t tell dad. Though if you’re planning on starting up an affair with Robert again, I do think you should tell him. As odd as it sounds, I’ve been in a situation where I was with another guy’s girlfriend, and looking back, we should have been upfront with how things were happened, rather than trying to sneak around behind his back,” Zack said, sliding off the bed and standing in front of his mother. “Actually, there is one other thing that I want.”

His mother looked up at him curiously, asking, “Oh? What’s that?”

“I want you to do a DNA test,” he said, firmly. “I need to know.”

“Alright, that’s fair,” she said, turning to her desk and opening a drawer. “But I hope you know that it doesn’t matter. Whoever your biological father is, Gregory is your dad. He’s a good man and even if you’re not his, I know that he’ll still love you. He’d be heart broken if you disowned him because of this.”

Zack shook his head as his mother produced a large cotton bud and a plastic bag from the table, and said, “I won’t turn my back on dad. It’s not about that…it’s just…there are aspects of Robert that I can see in myself, and even events in my life that have shaped out similarly. It just makes me wonder if that’s because there’s something genetic there. I need to know because I feel like I can’t know myself until I do.”

“Sweetie, you are more than me or whoever your father is, you’re more level headed than I ever was at your age, and I know you’re capable of a level of commitment that Robert has never been able to maintain, open wide,” she requested, standing and swabbing the inside of her son’s cheek when he opened his mouth. “And you’ve learned that goodness in you from Gregory, whether he’s your father or not. You are your own person, and the only thing that can change that is you.”

Zack smiled weakly as he watched his mother place the cotton swab in the bag and seal it. But before he could continue the discussion any further, there was a knock at the door. Zack turned as his mother looked up, asking the person to enter. The brunette nurse from the reception desk peeked her head inside.

“Time’s up,” she said.

Zack nodded as his mother embraced him in a hug. The heat of her body radiated into his, her breasts squashed against his chest as she pulled him tight against her. He rested his hands on her hips and found it difficult not to think of her as a woman now. Before, he’d never thought about his mother’s sex life or wanted to hear about it, but he’d just spent several minutes listening to how she attended sex parties and had affairs and suddenly he couldn’t help but imagine her in those situations. And, because he’d seen her in the caves getting fucked last night, he was able to imagine her body and her orgasm in very, realistic, correct detail. Except, she’d have been younger then, and when he tried to imagine a younger version of his mother, he immediately imagined Taylor.

His cock was rock solid by this point and he could only hope his mother didn’t notice his bulge. Panic washed over his face as she pulled away, and he stared at her, wide eyed, as she brought her hands up to cup his face, caressing his cheeks.

“I’ll take care of this paper work and get the swab from Robert,” she informed him, sweetly. “Try to relax and not worry about all of this too much.”

“S-sure, mum,” he said, swallowing hard as she leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Thanks.”

With a hasty farewell, Zack rushed from the examination room, feeling that if he stayed in the room, pressed up against his mother, for another second longer, his cock would have exploded. And he didn’t want to have to explain to his mother why he just creamed his jeans after talking about her sex life.