Way Back Home

“Alright,” his mother said, having thought it over. “You can come along, but I want you to leave the talking to me.”

“Okay,” Zack agreed, nodding. “So, when are we doing this?”

“Right now,” She said, surprising him as she produced her phone from her coat pocket. “I’m going to message your dad and tell him that something urgent has come up and we need to have a family meeting as soon as possible.”

“But, I mean, what about work?” Zack asked, flustered and looking around at the room they were in.

“I tell them I need to take the rest of the day off. Some patients will have to wait, but there are other doctors here and they’ll get cover for me by the afternoon,” she insisted without looking up from her phone, and taking distracted steps towards the door. “Besides, there’s no way I’d be able to focus on work, knowing this was looming on the horizon.”

“Fair enough,” Zack relented, relying on his mom’s professional experience as he stepped quickly past her to hold open the door. “I guess we just have to hope that Dad isn’t in surgery.”

“I just sent the message, so we should know soon,” Monica informed her son as she crossed the threshold from the examination room into the hall, pocketing her phone once again whilst she moved.

She turned and strode down into the waiting area, Zack following after, stopping at the desk. Noticing someone waiting, Zsofia moved to the front of the desk, quickly blushing as she realised who it was, opening her mouth, ready to stammer another apology when Monica raised a hand to stop her.

“I’m afraid something has come up. A family matter. I’m going to have to take the rest of the day as a personal day,” Monica explained, somewhat hurriedly. “So, I need you to call in relief for later today. As soon as they can get out here the better.”

Zsofia nodded, glad to have something work related thrown at her than be reprimanded for fucking the doctor’s son in an examination room. “Understood,” she said, already picking up the phone. “I’m on it.”

Without another word, Monica pivoted on heel and headed out the door. Zack followed, offering a sheepish grin to the nurse as he passed the desk, causing the woman to fluster as she greeted whoever was on the other end of the phone. As Zack caught up to his mum, he found her on her phone again, reading the reply his father had sent.

“Your father says he can meet us at the house. He was at brunch with some donors, so it’s easier for him to swing by home,” Monica announced, glancing around at her son as they walked.

“The house?” Zack queried, imagining the home he had grown up in, all the good memories that were now about to be associated with this single bad experience. “Is that a good idea?”

“It’s better, really, than doing it at the hospital where patients and staff might overhear,” Monica noted, as she crossed the parking lot. “And your father will feel more comfortable at home than at the hospital where he’ll have to maintain a certain decorum.”

“Yeah, which means he’ll be as free to get as angry as he likes,” Zack remarked, then pointed to his car. “Let’s take mine, in case I need to leave before we’re done.”

“Alright. It’ll be nice to be chauffeured around by my son for once,” she teased, nudging him with her elbow as they walked side by side. “It’ll make up for all the years I had to drive you to meet your friends."

“Huh, I thought you enjoyed taxiing me, Gavin and Chloe everywhere,” Zack joked, as he walked around his car to the driver’s door. “Wasn’t that like your favourite hobby when I was growing up?”

“Of course,” She feinted admittance. “But I’m getting old you see, can’t indulge in the past times I once enjoyed so much. So, this will be good practice, in a few years when I’m stiff and blind, and you have to cart me back and forth from the nursing home.”

“A few years?!” Zack choked as he slid into the car, his mother ducking into the seat beside him. “Mum, you’re honestly one of the fittest, healthiest mothers of all my friends. I don’t know anyone else who can work full time and keep up with pliates and squats like you do. In twenty years, you still won’t be stiff and blind, and you won’t need no nursing home. If I were a betting man, I’d say you’ll look better then than half the girls my age will.”

“Oh, Zack, you do know how to make this old lady feel good about herself,” Monica chuckled as the engine revved to life and Zack moved out of the parking space. “But…’pliates and squats’…she mused, the words, the very phrase feeling familiar to her own lips. “Where you hear about that?”

“Um, you mentioned it,” Zack admitted, his face glowing red again. “When I saw you, and Robert, in the caves that time, uh...you know, when I overheard you talking about eighteen years ago.”

There was no point lying about having seen them. He’d told his mother as much when he confronted her about who his father really was. But he wasn’t going to admit that he still thought about it, that he had just been thinking about it as recently as several minutes ago, and it wasn’t Robert he had been imagining stretching out her hole.

“Ah, yes,” Monica said, remembering, her own cheeks blushing at the memory. “I’d forgotten you’d seen me that night...in that...state…I, uh, didn’t realise you’d heard so much,” she admitted, thinking of how she’d begged for Robert’s cock and screamed for him to make her cum. She couldn’t imagine what her son must think of her, to see his own mother reduced to the servant of such pleasure.

“Consider us even,” Zack suggested, focusing on the road and not the image of his naked mother invading his mind. “I saw you, and now you’ve seen me. No harm done.” No physical harm at least, he thought.

Monica hummed in agreement, unsure it was quite so simple. They were mother and son, family, and yet, her son had seen her being fucked, being taken, seen what she could become when she was **** and naked. It was damaging to the power dynamic of parent and child. The respect she lost from him as he came to realise she was a physical being with needs, was transferred to him, as she witnessed his strong, powerful cock and the pleasure it could, and did, bestow. Zack was right, no physical harm had been done, but she felt it upset the balance of power in their relationship greatly.

She considered it for a long time, as they drove silently towards the Bishop home, until eventually she felt the need to change the subject, and get it out of her mind. “I think he’ll be angry anyway,” Monica thought aloud.

“What?” Zack asked, confused slightly.

“You said your father might be able to get angrier if we meet at home,” Monica reminded him. “But this news will upset him either way. Better he’s somewhere he feels safe.”

“It’s weird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen dad angry,” Zack considered, noting by the familiar surroundings that he was close to the house. “I know he’s been disappointed, and he’s scolded me before, but I never felt that he was really furious.”

“You’re very much alike in that regard,” Monica agreed, looking around the neighbourhood. “Easy-going and gentle. But even easy-going and gentle people can only take so much, and this…well, after how I’ve treated him, I wouldn’t blame him for being angry.”

“Yeah,” Zack said softly, thinking of how upset he’d gotten with Ashley. For so long, he’d tried to be accepting, believed that she wanted and could change, but knowing that she might have feelings for someone else, that perhaps he had just been a gullible rube, that got him furious. Angry enough to fuck Victoria by the lake, angry enough to play right into her hands. And that was when he realised that if he couldn’t trust Ashley completely, he couldn’t be with her.

His father was a better man than he. No matter how angry he was, Zack couldn’t imagine his father going out and fucking another woman just to get back at his mother. Though, as he rounded the corner to his street and parked by their two-story suburban house, he became painfully aware that he was escorting his mother to the disillusion of their marriage and the Bishop family as a whole.

They stepped out of the car and walked up the steps to the home, apprehension gripping the teenager as he stepped up to the front door and walked inside. It was his home, so he didn’t feel the need to knock, instead simply holding the door open for his mother before passing through the entranceway into the living room, empty.

“Doesn’t look like he’s here yet,” Zack remarked, crossing behind the sofa towards the kitchen.

“His car is outside,” Monica said, looking down the hall, past the stairs. “Oh, the office door is open.”

Zack followed his mum down the hall towards a large oak door that sat slightly ajar. Gently, she put one hand against the centre, easing it open while her other hand rose to the frame and rapped against the wood. The loud sound made the man behind the large wooden desk look up from his computer, though he kept typing until he finished the sentence, smiling brightly at the sight of his wife, as he looked at her through thin, frameless glasses.

“Oh, hi, sorry, I was just finishing some paperwork while I waited,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair. “I made coffee too, if you want a-Zack?!” Gregory Bishop was in the middle of holding up his mug, still steaming inside, when his eyes bugged from his head, seeing the unexpected sight of his son following his wife into the office. “Now you’ve got me worried. What is all of this about?”

Zack crossed the room and sat on the small padded wooden bench beneath the window, but Monica didn’t move from the doorway, so dreading the impending conversation that she simply couldn’t sit. She paced from one side of the room, towards Zack and back, padding nervously towards the door, back and forth in front of an enormous bookcase that took up the entire wall. Another, exactly the same, stood mirroring it behind the desk where Gregory sat, watching his wife’s anxious movements. He looked to his son, who only grimaced and waited for his mum to speak.

“Okay, so this is tough, but I have to tell you, Gregory.” She paused, her back to her husband, wringing her hands in front of her. “I messed up. I messed up our marriage and not just the once.”

Gregory glanced at Zack again, and asked, “Mon, are you sure you want to do this with Zack here?”

“Zack already knows. And he wanted to be here. And if Taylor wasn’t studying medicine in Italy, I would want her here too, because this affects everyone in this family, what I did affects us all,” she said turning, but still unable to look him in the eye. With a breath, she added, “or rather WHO I did.”

Zack’s father frowned. “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”

“Eighteen years ago, after Taylor was born, you remember that we were in a bad place. Neither of us were coping, and we stopped communicating or relating to each other,” Monica began, her voice shaking. “You remember, right?”

“I do…you’re referring to when we went to Robert Ravers’ house…” he looked to Zack again, surprised when he saw his son nod, indicating that, yes, he knew about that too. “…for the sex party. Or what turned out to be a sex party. You and he slept together that night, but, honey, that was years ago.”

“Except it wasn’t, and isn’t. Robert and I…we had an affair after that night. We met in secret, stealing moments away for months afterwards. I felt guilty, and I knew I was betraying you, and our marriage and every vow I had ever made, but connecting with someone again, it felt like it healed me. It felt like when I was selfish for a few hours a day with him, I could come home and focus on you and Taylor and everything else,” Monica confessed, hurrying to explain herself before Gregory could interject. “It was strange. Everyone tells you that when you cheat you drift from your partner, but we drew closer…we started getting on better than we had in years.”

“I suppose…” Gregory allowed with a twitch in his face almost like a snarl. “I thought it was just the extra effort I had put in paying off. But now I know you’ve just been lying to my face. Selfish…selfish she says, damn disrespectful, and you have gall to come in here, in front of our son, and tell me this. All these years, Monica?”

“No, I broke it off. As soon as I got pregnant with Zack, I ended it with Robert because things had gotten better between us. I wanted Zack to be yours, I wanted our family to be a real and proper family, you’re the man I wanted as a role model for our son, so I ended it with Robert,” Monica desperately stressed as she almost threw herself onto the desk, imploring Gregory to believe her. And then, swallowing hard, she admitted, “Until…until a few days ago. I went to the cabin, to visit Zack, and Robert was there. We went looking for one of Zack’s friends who went missing and…”

Her voice trailed off, the obvious conclusion left unsaid. Gregory stared at her silently for a moment before leaning onto the desk with his elbows, intertwining his hands and resting his chin upon his knuckles, the light reflecting off his glasses hiding his eyes. His face became inscrutable.

“You said you wanted Zack to be mine,” Gregory spoke softly, lifting his face slightly so his mouth wasn’t muffled by his hands. “Are you telling me that my son isn’t even mine?”

“I..I-I don’t know,” Monica stammered, tears running down her cheeks. “I honestly don’t even know.”

“Fucking hell, Monica. That’s a shit sandwich if there ever was one,” Gregory stood abruptly, throwing back his chair. “The woman you love, the mother of your children, fucked another man like it was therapy and tells you it was good for your marriage, and, oh, here’s the other slice, she may not even be the mother of your children. Is Taylor even mine?”

“Yes!” Monica insisted, falling into the seat in front of the desk and holding her head in her hands. “And so is Zack. I’m doing a paternity test, but no matter what it says, Zack will always be your son.”

“Of course, he is. I will always love Zack with all of my heart,” Gregory agreed, his eyes flickering toward his son by the window. “But, it’s demeaning, raising another man’s child without even knowing. You’ve ruined every memory I have. All I can think of when I look back now are your lies, how you must have stood by, knowing somewhere in your heart that it might not be true. When this paternity test you’re doing comes back, it won’t change anything, because you’ll still have lied. There will still be this shadow cast over my life by you, because you’d rather let me believe a fantasy, just to get this perfect vision of a family that you wanted. You showed nothing but a complete and utter disregard for my feelings. You have made my life a lie.”

“I know, I know,” Monica bawled into her hands. “I told you, I messed everything up.”

Gregory stared at his crying wife for a moment, his eyes cold and his face set hard. Tearing his eyes away, he closed his laptop and lifted it under his arms. He walked over to the door and grabbed his coat from the hook on the inside.

“I expect you to be gone by the time I get home tonight,” Gregory stated firmly as he paused, slinging his coat over his arm.

“Gregory…” Monica leapt up from the seat, taking a few uneven steps and reaching out to her husband as he disappeared out the door. He didn’t stop, the front door slamming shut seconds later indicating that he was gone, having heard all he was prepared to hear from his cheating wife.

She bowed her head into her hands, crying afresh, but within seconds Zack was on his feet and catching his mother in a warm and comforting embrace. Her face rested against the nape of his neck and shoulder, her tears staining his shirt and wetting his skin. She didn’t deserve this warmth, this closeness, after how she’d ripped their family apart. And Monica was under no illusions; it was all her fault. But knowing that didn’t make it hurt any less. The fact that she could have been better, that she should have been, made it hurt even more.

Maybe Zack should have been angrier. His mum had betrayed his dad, and broken up their family, but seeing her in so much pain, even pain she caused, he couldn’t help but rush forward and take her in his arms. Her firm body melted into his, her skin scorching, almost searing into his. He lowered his head, nuzzling against her crown, her shampoo assaulting his nostrils again and bringing back memories of earlier, in the clinic, when he grabbed his mum to stop her from rushing off to confront Robert. And he remembered how she felt his cock right against her thigh.

Monica was thinking of that embrace as well, her son’s strong body enveloping her, holding her as his young, thick cock inadvertently poked her leg. The thought had crossed her mind then, as it did now, of what it would be like, rather than Kurt, rather than Robert, if it was Zack bending her over and filling her with his cock. Would she moan just like Zsofia, loud and uncontrollable? Right now, she would do anything to feel that good. That had always been her problem; using pleasure to work through her pain.

Lifting her head, Zack moved his to meet hers, resting their foreheads together, and leaving their mouths so close the slightest move would have her lips on his. And she desperately wanted to, to taste her son’s tongue inside her mouth, anything to distract herself from the shattering inside her chest, the very rupturing of her soul. But it was wrong. She couldn’t believe she was even entertaining the thoughts. Gregory or Robert, no matter who his father was, he was still her son. Her son, whose cock she could feel growing along the inside of her thigh…