The Doctor Will See You Now

Monica Bishop looked at her son as she’d never seen him before. His jeans were unzipped and open at the front, his cock, erect and hard, the tip oozing as it poked through the fly of his boxers. Never in all her years had she seen her son’s cock like this and here it was before her and her son wasn’t even attempting to cover up, giving her all the time in the world to acknowledge its strong, youthful shape, throbbing and stiff even though he’d just cum, even though he was embarrassed and caught red-handed. It was large. Not as big as Robert’s, bigger than Gregory’s, bigger than Kurt’s, just as the blonde teenager had said. This thing must be driving the inexperienced girls up at the cabin wild.

A mother seeing her son, seeing his manhood, wasn’t so odd, she supposed. How many mothers must have walked in on their sons jacking off? It probably happened all the time. But this was in her place of work and Zack hadn’t just been jacking off. Her son had been railing the clinic desk nurse so hard, so well, that Monica had come to see what all the screaming was about. Zack seemed just as surprised to see her as she was to see him, both speechless and unsure how to proceed. Not quite speechless. He did say he wanted to talk.

Glancing to the side, Monica caught the eye of Zsofia, pulling up her panties and slacks, running a hurried hand through her dishevelled hair. Her face was as red as Zack’s, mortified to have been caught being fucked upon an examination table by the doctor’s son, horrified that if Monica had heard her moans so must the rest of the clinic, dreading a day spent at the desk surrounded by knowing glances and whispered judgement. And yet still it must have seemed preferable to the inscrutable tension in that room, as she shuffled urgently towards the door.

“I…I should get back to the desk,” she squeaked, squeezing past Monica.

And now it was just the two of them, mother and son, alone in that room. A fact that made Zack’s heart race, his paralysed body tightening, all except for his eyes which widened as his mother turned and closed the door. He watched her hand, drift from the handle to the lock, turning it, ensuring no further interruptions. Suddenly their togetherness seemed even more real. It was just him and his mother alone in a room, cut off from the rest of the world, it’s issues, it’s problems, it’s judgement. And in that moment, Zack became aware that he was naked.

It seemed he had known in some abstract sense, but as his mother turned to view him again, he was aware that he was still hard, that his full, stiff length was visible to his own mother. His instinct was to cover up, just like anyone would if caught by anyone, never mind their mother, with their pants down. But Zack couldn’t move. His body felt numb and heavy, dislocated from his mind, like pins and needles, every part of him except for his cock. Vividly warm and erect, it throbbed in his mind in time with the real world. And his mother was just looking at him. Looking at his cock.

She must have stared for what seemed like an eternity, though it was only a minute, before slowly she turned her head, looking into the corner of the room and softly told her son, “get dressed, Zack.”

That allowance, the permission of his mother, unlocked his body. Breathing rapidly and deep, he shoved his cock back inside his underwear, feeling it stretch the material before stuffing it into his jeans. He missed his mother, glancing one last time over her shoulder at her son’s cock as it disappeared. Probably, she imagined, the last time she’d ever see it. As it should be. She didn’t think she was going to make a habit of catching her son with his cock out often. And what was one last glance, just for posterity’s sake.

As he zipped up, the denim straining to contain what lay beneath, he looked up again at his mother, and caught her gazing glassy-eyed back at him. She blustered, asking, “What were you doing? Why were you…” she hesitated, the word ‘fuck’ on her lips, because there was no other word for what she had seen her son do to that poor nurse.

“I just wanted to talk, to you I mean,” Zack hurried to explain, saving his mother the embarrassment. “And, well, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. I’ve got your attention.”

“Hmm, yes you do,” she mumbled breathily, then clearing her throat and shaking her head, her mind spinning from the situation they were in. “Is everything alright? Is it Victoria?”

“Victoria? What? Oh, she’s fine,” Zack replied, initially confused, the time that Victoria was lost already feeling like months ago. “Physically at least.”

“Then why have you come all this way? And gone to such…lengths?” she asked, crossing the room and stopping right before her son. She bent over in front of him, reaching down and with two fingers picked up the condom, heavy and warm with her son’s seed. She straightened up, holding it before her face, staring for a moment, and then looking past the loaded latex to her son’s red face. “If this is about the test results, they haven’t come back yet.”

“No…it’s not about the test…” Zack admitted, swallowing hard as he watched his mother transport the used condom to the bin. She opened the lid with her foot, but held the rubber aloft for few seconds longer, simply looking at it like an alien object. “But it is about Gregory and Robert. Listen,” he said, as she dropped the condom in the bin and turned to look at her son. “I know I said I would leave it up to you to decide when and how you wanted to tell him about the affair, about how I might not be his son, but unfortunately, I’m going to need you to tell him sooner rather than later. Like, today sooner.”

“What? Why?” Monica furrowed her brow, perturbed at her son’s sudden demand. “What happened, Zack?”

“Does it matter?” Zack exhaled, long and hard as he ran a hand through his hair. “The situation is complicated. Can’t you just do this for me?”

“For what you’re asking me to do, how it’ll change everything, my life, your life, your sister’s life, no, Zack, I’m going to need to know why you’re asking this of me now and so urgently,” Monica insisted as she crossed her arms over her large chest. “Did Gregory say something to you?”

“No, I haven’t spoken to dad at all. I really did want to leave this up to you, to deal with it in your own time but…” Zack frowned, unable to see a way to convince his mother without the truth. He could lie, and fabricate a reason, but what could he say that could possibly justify his change of heart? What could convince his mother to come clean about everything right now? And it would only be worse for him if he was caught in the lie. The truth was the only thing strange and dangerous enough to convince her, he decided. “You know that Lisa was arrested? Her father too?”

“Yes, for possession of ****,” Monica replied, then musing, “she always seemed like a good girl. I never imagined…”

“That’s because she didn’t,” Zack interjected firmly. “The **** were planned because Lisa was trying to break me and Ashley up.” He waved a half as he noticed his mother ready to comment on this new relationship that she knew nothing about. “It’s a long story, with a not entirely pleasant ending since we did break up last night, though it had very little to do with Lisa.”

“Well, okay, if you know why the **** were planned, you must know who did it,” his mother deduced, not happy that her son was caught up in all of this. “We should just go to the police. I don’t understand what this has to do with me or Robert or your father.”

“We do know, yeah. It’s Hannah Woodsen, Ashley sister, you know, Taylor’s friend. We even have her recorded confession,” Zack confessed, building to the ‘but’. “But, she has a video of her own. One that has Robert and Heather talking about your affair…and me, potentially being his son.”

Monica clasped a hand over her mouth, staggering backwards and reaching out with her other arm to steady herself on the nearby desk. Zack dashed to her side, pulling out the chair behind the desk and wheeling it behind his mother and gently easing her down with a hand upon her shoulder.

“And Hannah is threatening to expose the affair if you use the confession,” she surmised, hand hovering over her mouth as she stared absently at the floor. “I can’t believe she would sink so far…Taylor’s friend…” she raised her eyes to her son, still standing by her side, hand on her shoulder. “So, that’s the plan, is it? Tell your father first and cut the legs out from under her?”

“Sort of. It’s more of a precaution,” Zack remarked, looking down into his mother’s eyes. “Ashley has a plan, or has called someone who can help, at least. Say, Taylor’s still in Italy, right?”

“Last I heard,” Monica confirmed.

“That’s what I thought,” Zack said, briefly wondering who Ashley had called. She had tried to tell him, but he’d been too angry and frustrated to listen. Pushing it aside for now, his attention returned to his mother. “Regardless of who it is, this is just in case Ashley’s plan doesn’t work. If that were to happen, if this were to come out, it’d be better for dad to hear this from you and to already know before everyone else.”

“I agree, but not with this plan of Ashley’s. Clearly you don’t even know who she called. You kids tried to handle this, and Hannah has only dug herself in deeper. You should take the confession directly to the police, Zack,” his mother insisted, swivelling in the chair to face him. “I understand that you might feel the need to protect our family, but you shouldn’t worry about that. We can handle a little scandal. What matters is that poor, innocent girl being accused of something she didn’t do.”

“It’s not as simple as that,” Zack countered, pursing his lips as he considered telling his mother why exactly the video had to be kept out of public knowledge. “The video…it affects more than just our family. It could be complicated for Robert and Heather too.”

“You mean because he might have a son?” Monica laughed gently. “This is a man who had sex parties in his house. Everyone knew about them, though it was never openly talked about. It was common knowledge. It was just kept hush-hush. Confidentiality was something Robert stressed as soon as people came in the door, and politicians and business owners and some of the most respectable, uptight people in this town came to his house because they knew they could be anonymous. This town keeps a prim and proper image, but this dark vein has always run through the town. To find out that Robert slept with another man’s wife and possibly had a son by her, well, people might act shocked, but I doubt that anyone would be surprised, or that it would faze him much.”

“No…it’s not that…” Zack chewed his lip as he silently damned Robert’s deviancy.

Only the truth, the absolute most taboo thing that Robert could do, would believably threaten Robert’s livelihood. There wasn’t a lie that Zack could imagine that would convince his mother that Robert had as much reason as them, perhaps even more, to not want this video to ever see the light of day. Yet, how he really tell his mother, that the man who might be his father, the man she was having an affair with, that he was romantically, erotically, physically involved with Heather, his own daughter, Zack’s possible sister? And what other choice did he really have?