Be Like Dad; Keep Mum

Monica analysed her son’s face as he implied that there was another reason that Robert and Heather didn’t want the video to come out. She could see by his hesitation that it was something he didn’t want to tell his mother. But it couldn’t just be about her. For Robert to want to keep this quiet, it had to be something big, possibly criminal. Something that Heather was involved in if she was part of this video too. She hoped that Heather was just confronting her father over the issue, just like with Zack’s parentage and that she wasn’t actually participating. Monica shook her head. What the devil had Robert gotten these kids into?

Tired of waiting, Monica pressed her son, saying, “Zack, if there’s something else going on that I should know about, you need to tell me.”

Zack swallowed hard but shook his head as well. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking away from his mom. “I can’t…it’s not MY place to say.”

Heather, and Ashley, had been considerate enough to get his input when Hannah’s video affected his family. Sure, they had been at a stalemate and needed a tie-breaker, but they recognised that if anyone had a say in what happened next, it was Zack. The young man felt obliged to return the favour. Just as he believed that his mother should be the one to tell his father about her affair and pregnancy, it was only right that he gave Robert and Heather the same opportunity. In time, if they persisted in sneaking around and lying to his mom, he’d tell her then, but for now, Zack didn’t feel justified in outing their incestuous coupling.

“Zack, if this video comes out, as you fear it might, then I’ll find out then anyway,” Monica rationalised. “You understand it’s better for your father to hear it from me rather than some public scandal. Wouldn’t you rather I heard this from you than whatever spectacle comes after?”

“Exactly,” Zack smacked his hands together, surprising his mum. “Dad deserves to hear it from you, and Robert deserves the chance to tell you himself. Though I believe, just like us, they’re taking steps to contain the effect in the event that the video is leaked.”

“Fine,” his mother stropped, standing and making for the door. “I’ll ask him myself.”

“No, you can’t” Zack insisted, stepping in front of his mother, and grabbing her in his arms as her momentum sent their bodies crashing into each other, still standing but tight together, Monica wrestling against his embrace. “Hannah is still working as Robert’s secretary. If you go storming over there, she’ll know something is up and might release the video. She might even be watching what happens in the office. That’s how she got the video in the first place.”

Monica stopped struggling, the colour draining from her cheeks as she looked at her son’s face, only centimetres from her own. “I-in the office? But…but that was only while she was there, right?”

Zack half-shrugged, keeping his arms around his mother, holding her so close he could smell the shampoo in her hair. “I don’t know. I would presume so, but maybe she set it up to record when she wasn’t there. Did something else happen at the office?”

“No…no…”

Not something else, Monica thought, remembering that she’d went there to get the swab for the paternity test and wound up being fucked against the window and fucking Robert on his couch. It wasn’t anything new, but full, physical confirmation of everything implied in the first video. It had been a bad idea to reignite this old flame. Only days since she’d given in and given leave of her senses, and she was being watched and extorted. But perhaps it was better this all come out now. She wasn’t a young woman any more and living a lie wasn’t something she wanted to return to.

Now that she wasn’t moving, she felt something else, something stiff and hard, like a warm piece of iron, poking against her thigh. Glancing down between her son and herself, to where her leg intertwined with his, she saw his jeans, bulging still from his cock that wouldn’t go down, prodding at her leg through the denim, her skirt and stockings. Even through the collective materials she could feel it radiating heating as if it were on fire.

Zack wasn’t the only one who felt alight. Colour returned to her cheeks as she flushed, her whole-body tingling and warm, especially, intensely, between her legs. A sensation, she told herself, was a reaction from remembering the ferocity with which Robert had taken her in the office that night, so good she’d committed to the affair right then and there with his huge cock drilling inside her. And Robert’s cock was bigger than Zack’s so there was no reason for to be enamoured by something so big, when she’d had bigger.

But the memory changed, to one earlier, and rather than Robert slamming into her from behind, it was Kurt, taking her from behind, in this very clinic, even as Zsofia had come to the door. Monica had thought the nurse hadn’t noticed but much to the contrary it seemed Monica had only put ideas in the young woman’s head. And now it was Zsofia’s turn, as the memory became imagination, Monica pressed against the door, face against the wood, bent over with her ass out, her son behind her, his big, thick son sliding in-

“Zack!” she gasped suddenly.

“W-what?” He asked, startled, from his perspective, his mother had been lost in thought and now, was exclaiming his name quite abruptly.

“You…your…”

As a medical professional the word ‘penis’ should not have been hard to say. It was the word ‘cock’ that was on her tongue, however, a dirty erotic word that if spoken aloud would seem to give validation and realism to the cock pressing against her thigh, as if it weren’t already real without speaking of it. Her eyes glanced down as the word was lost, and Zack followed her gaze, seeing the problem at hand, or leg as it were.

Immediately he jumped back, creating distance between them and removing his cock from pressing against his mother. His cheeks burned red, almost as much as they had when his mother had first stepped into the room and caught him balls deep inside the desk nurse. He stammered an apology and looked away, not at anything in particularly, simply avoiding his mother’s gaze.

“Zack,” she began tentatively. “Why is it so hard?”

“M-mom,” he laughed nervously. “You’re a doctor. I shouldn’t have to tell you of all people why…”

“No,” she agreed, chuckling softly herself. “I meant why is it still hard? I’ve only seen this kind of prolonged effect with young men who took a few too many blue pills, if you know what I mean.”

Zack shrugged, though in his mind the image of his mother in the doorway in her buttoned-down blouse staring at his cock came racing back. Her seeing him, that’s what sent the blood pumping down below. It brought to mind a similar incident from days ago, searching for Victoria in the caves with Heather and stumbling upon their parents, fucking. They’d watched as Robert’s large meat slid inside his mother’s hole, Heather reaching down and stroking Zack’s cock to the show. He could still hear Heather’s teasing whispers echoing in his head.

“You’re telling me that you’re not enjoying the show?” Heather’s husky voice resounded. “Shit, I can even smell her from here. That rich, fragrant musk? Yeah that’s not me, you know.”

Zack saw in his mind the sight that had been before his eyes then; his mother bent over against the cave wall, Robert behind her, his big thick cock slamming into his mother’s pussy, the wet squelches ringing off the rocks followed by the clap of their flesh as they came together, Robert deep inside. Zack remembered how the cock glistened with his mother’s juices, the woman so aroused she was dripping like a leaky tap all over the invading member.

“Do you think your cock could stretch it out like that?” He heard Heather’s voice in his ear again. “I bet you could stretch her out pretty good. Maybe not as much as daddy…but I bet you’d fill her up nicely.”

That line took on a whole new meaning, knowing now what he knew about Heather. Not that he could judge, for in his mind, just as he’d imagined then, he was behind his mother, ramming her full of his cock. The thought disturbed and aroused him, his cock throbbing in his jeans as he pictured her moaning on his cock, begging him, as she had done to Robert, to keep fucking her, to make her cum.

“Yeeeess, fuck yes, that’s it, give me that big dick,” He heard her say, no longer picturing the caves, but rather the examination room where they stood, his mother atop the table just as Zsofia had been. “Fucking hell, you fuck me so good, Zack, so good.”

“What am I thinking…” he groaned beneath his breath.

“Zack,” his mother moaned, so real he could almost reach out to her naked tits as they bounced upon her chest.

“Mmm, yeah,” he replied absently.

“Zack!” Monica said again, more forcefully this time, snapping Zack back to reality, a deer in the headlights look on her son’s face as he just seemed to remember his mother was still standing in front of him. “Are you still listening?”

“Y-yeah,” Zack stammered, horrified of the thoughts he entertained with his mother right in front of him. “You were asking me why…why I was still, uh, hard.”

“Right, and then you spaced out for like five minutes,” his mother noted, bewildered. “What were you thinking about?”

There was no way he was telling his mother the truth about that.

“Uh, nothing, just, um, stressing about this Hannah situation,” he bluffed. “As for why…I think it was just the adrenaline of being caught, like that, my heart is still racing, you know, my blood is still pumping…” he cleared his throat, eager to change the subject entirely. “Listen, do you want me to come with you to tell Dad? You know, if you think it would help.”

“Oh, I don’t know, honey, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Monica confessed, smiling softly. “And I’m sure you don’t need to hear me and your father talking about my sex life.”

“It’s not like I don’t already know most of it,” Zack insisted, grimacing. “But you know this is partially my fault. You having to tell Dad now, I mean. You’d have to do it eventually, but I’m making you do it now, just to help me and my friends. The least I can do is come along for moral support.”

Monica pursed her lips as she considered the offer. Never in all the times she’d imagined herself having this conversation with Gregory did she picture her son being there. But perhaps he did have a point, she could use the support…and perhaps her husband wouldn’t get as angry with their son there…or it could just make it a lot worse…