Hearts on Fire

Looking down at his mother’s face, Zack could see the pain and distress written all over it. She had brought this upon herself, with her actions, treating his father the way she did, but she was still his mother. When he saw her grieved, all he wanted to do was take it away. It was like when he was a child, learning to ride the bike and fell off and scraped his elbow. His mother would hug him and kiss the wound, and although she claimed it was because she was a doctor that her kisses were so effective, Zack knew now it was the closeness, the caring embrace of a love one that made everything feel right with the world again.

If this were any other girl, holding her tight to his body like this, looking down into their eyes, his instinct would be to kiss them. Perhaps it was a holdover from his mother’s old technique, this idea that kisses could make things better. But this was his mother. He couldn’t kiss her. But…if it would help, maybe it’d be okay…just this once. Or his mother would slap him for trying something so perverted and stupid in her time of vulnerability. Though why then did her face seem to be getting closer to his…licking her lips…softly puckering them…eyelids fluttering half shut…was she leaning in or was he?

BZZZZZZT

They jumped apart as Zack’s phone vibrated in his pocket. Both mother and son turned away from each other, neither willing to admit the intense body heat they felt from the other or the temptation to cross the boundaries of their relationship. Zack preoccupied himself by slipping his phone out, and saw the incoming call from Heather. He wasn’t sure if it was important or not, probably nothing could be as important as what his mother was going through right now, but he didn’t want to think about the nervous awkward tension between them now, or what had nearly just happened.

“It’s Heather,” Zack said, glancing over his shoulder, his mother’s back still towards him as she bent over, one hand on the desk as if catching her breath. “I better take this.”

He swiped to accept the call and brought the speaker to his ear, almost instantly hearing Heather’s urgent voice, almost as winded as he felt. “Hello?” she greeted him. “Zack?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” Zack verified, taking a few steps towards the window. “What’s up?”

“I heard you were out with your mother, getting her to talk to your dad,” she prefaced, though he could tell that wasn’t what she wanted to talk about. “How’s that going?”

“About as expected. We’re actually just wrapping up, but I might still be a while,” Zack noted, looking again to his mother, who didn't seemed to have moved. “My dad kicked her out, so I think I need to hang around and help out.”

“Oh no,” Heather said, sounding genuinely concerned. “I’m sure my dad would put her up in a hotel if she asked.”

“Maybe,” Zack said, choosing not to ask his mum right then. “I’ll let her know the offer is on the table. But, is that really why you called?

“Well, no, but…?” Heather sounded downcast. “You really can’t get away?”

“I guess if it’s an emergency,” Zack admitted, thinking that space from his mother might not be such a terrible thing right now anyway. “What’s going on, Heather?”

“Well, while you were talking to your mother, I was talking to my dad,” Heather explained, her voice becoming excited again. “We’ve come up with a plan to save the company but actually, we need your help.”

“My help?” Zack chuckled, imagining the rich, successful father-daughter team of Robert and Heather Ravers needing his assistance. “What could I possibly do for you?”

“I’d really rather explain in person,” Heather admitted, adding, “Not that I’m worried Hannah is listening or anything. I downloaded an app to detect if my phone had been cloned after being in contact with her last night so I know she’s not listening in on me, and she was never close enough to you. It’s just…this is pretty big. Not over the phone kind of stuff, you know.”

“I getcha,” Zack said, nodding though she couldn’t see. “Well, I guess I should get back to the cabin then…I’ll see you soon.”

“Byeee,” Heather sang as she hung up, putting a smile on Zack’s face.

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and glanced over his shoulder again. His mother still hadn’t moved. He cleared his throat as he turned around and said, “Well, it looks like Heather needs me at the cabin. Do you want me to-”

“No, no, you go. This was supposed to be your last bout of freedom before school and graduation and college,” Monica told him, turning around as well, a bright smile on her face as if she hadn’t just been hunched over frozen for the better part of five minutes. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I think that’s ship has already sailed,” Zack noted, meaning both on his worry and his last chance at stress-free fun. “You sure?” Seeing his mother nod, he continued. “Well, Heather says her dad will put you up in one of his hotels if you ask him.”

“No, I’m going to go stay with my sister for a night. I think it would be good for me to get away…clear my head,” she said, looking away from her son. “Besides, you said Hannah might be listening.”

“That’s true. Well, I’m sure the offer is there if you need it,” Zack conceded, taking a step towards his mother and then stopping. He was intending on hugging her, and kissing her cheek, goodbye, to console her once more before he left, but knowing how he’d felt the last time they’d been so close, and knowing that the only reason he’d stopped was because of Heather’s phone call, gave him pause. Another incident like that and they might not stop this time. And she seemed to know it too, tensing as Zack moved closer. So, instead, he changed direction, and stepped towards the door. “Say hello to auntie for me.”

She gave him a stiff wave as he crossed the threshold to the hall, and passed through his home, realising that from now on he’d probably have to call it dad’s house. And if the paternity test came back positive, even that wouldn’t be technically true. As he closed the front door and walked down the steps to his car, it felt like the closing of a chapter in his life, and worse, the opening of a new, dangerous, confusing section entitled ‘did I really nearly just kiss my own mother?’

Unfortunately, the car drive back to the cabin alone gave him plenty of time to think about what had almost happened. Even with the radio on, ‘No Easy Way Out’ by Robert Tepper blaring through the speakers, couldn’t distract him from the fact that, if Heather’s call had come even a few short seconds later, he would have kissed his own mother and he was fairly certain she had wanted to kiss him too. The woman who gave birth to him, raised him, taught him right from wrong, and, together, they had almost crossed that immoral line.

He asked himself why but came up short. It felt inexplicable but, in that moment, in her pain and hurting, he had wanted to kiss her. But why? There were a million ways to comfort someone without kissing them, especially someone like your own mother. He could have made her a cup of tea, or gotten her a seat, or even just talked to her, but his instinct was to kiss her. Even more confusing was that this wasn’t just twisted on his end. She had been moving in to kiss him too. Both of them, in that moment, had felt the same thing…a pull…a draw…an attraction.

It was true that over the past few days he and his mother had come to know each other a little more, and part of that had been learning about his mother’s sex life. Her overactive libido, her affair, both of which he’d seen first hand, when he and Heather had caught her father ploughing his mother in the caves. He still remembered the sight of his mother, her taut, mature body, bent over, hands against the rock wall, tits swinging beneath her blouse as she bounced back against the thick cock inside her. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist. Her panties lay torn and tattered by the wayside. He’d watched her, his own mother, getting fucked, until she reached her orgasm and he came in Heather’s hand.

And he hadn’t been the only one. His mother, just earlier today, had caught him fucking the desk nurse at the clinic. He’d saw her watching his cock, cumming so full and hard that the condom slipped off his head. Had seeing him put the same thoughts in her mind that were in his? It was difficult to see his mother as just his mother anymore, as he naively had done before. He could help but know her as a woman now, with her own desires, her own interests, her own life lived before him. It was strange to realise that you aren’t the centre of your parent’s world, but he wondered if it was just as tough for her, realising that her boy had become a man, cock and all?

As he raced back to Heather, it crossed his mind that she may be the one person who would understand what he was going through. She had crossed this line. She had engaged in sexual activity with her own father. ****. The very word felt sharp and dirty on his tongue, and yet, undeniably arousing, his hard cock twitching in his tight jeans as he only thought the word. Maybe he could also ask her for advice. Or perhaps not. She’d probably just tell him to go for it without a second thought. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. If that were the case, he’d put it out of his head completely. Something about the idea certainly excited him. It was the weight of everything else that made him hesitate.

The situation still hadn’t been resolved in his head as he pulled into the yard at the cabin. Immediately he was struck by the extra cars and as he parked, he saw a large black teen exit from one, clearly having only just arrived ahead of him. He waited until Zack had stopped and was getting out of the car to speak.

“Oh, it’s you,” Trent groaned, and made for the steps. “Gonna stop me from fucking Madison this time?”

“I won’t need to,” Zack remarked, locking his car and following. “You’ll have Brandon watching your every move now.”

“We’ll see about that,” Trent said with a smirk, pausing by the door. With a sweep of his hand, he gestured to Zack and said, “You first.”

“So, if Brandon jumps the first person to arrive, it’ll be me? You’re such a pussy,” Zack chuckled to himself, hearing the black teen growl, as he opened the door and stepped inside.