A Man of his Word

Monica Bishop was getting a little tired looking for her son. She’d been all over Azure Rocks by this point, and though she’d started in the morning, it was fast approaching noon. It was really her own fault, she realized, as she waited impatiently for the elevator to take her to the top floor of Ravers Enterprises. She should have called or texted ahead, but she simply hadn’t expected it to take this much time and effort. Go to the cabin and give him the DNA results, that was the plan. The second half was supposed to be the hard part, not the getting there.

First, he was with Lisa, then she informed her that he had left to work here, at Ravers Enterprises. Though if only that was all that she had learned at the Rivera cabin. She hadn’t expected Susan to tell her of catching their children ‘together’, in the oldest, earthiest form of the word, nor had she expected Susan to practically gush over her son’s size, renewing the images in her head of her son’s young, manly cock pistoning in and out of a nurse at the clinic yesterday, bringing back memories of how the warm, hard shape felt pressed against her thigh when they embraced.

Her eyelids fluttered as a shiver ran down her spine, which she blamed on the air conditioning in the elevator. She reached out a hand to the sides of the lift, steadying herself. Her other hand, gripping her bag, rested against her thigh, as she fought the urge to reach up her skirt and feel between her legs to where the steamy heat radiating from her wanting puss had saturated her panties. She breathed through her mouth, slow and deep, as she gave herself every excuse not to do it. Robert or Gregory, either way he was still her son. It was wrong. Taboo. The elevator probably had cameras. She told herself anything to make herself stop.

The elevator doors opened and she quickly composed herself, walking out into the corridor as if she hadn’t just been thinking of plunging three fingers into her soaking wet hole while she pictured her son bending her over a hospital bed and feeding his thick cock to her hungry puss. She approached Robert’s office door, having been told at reception this was where she could find the new CEO, and passing by the empty secretary’s desk. The door looked closed, and without a secretary to buzz her in, she decided instead to simply knock. Voices drifted through the wood as she raised her knuckles to rap upon the door, giving her pause as she recognized one of the voices clearly as her son. And the other belonged to a woman.

Standing closer, she saw that the door was closed over, but not tightly shut. Simply resting her hand upon it allowed her to ease the door open a sliver until she saw Zack standing side by side with Heather, showing her something on his phone. It seemed innocent enough until she heard Heather say “First, you’re going to fuck me, then I’m going to go talk to Victoria, and then I’m going to destroy Shawn’s life.”

The word ‘fuck’ rang through Monica’s head. Heather had said it so casually that Monica could infer that this wasn’t the first time for the pair. This wasn’t a proposition; it was a statement of intent. It hadn’t been going on when Heather came to the clinic looking for birth control a few days ago, so it was a more recent development. Had this only begun after they found out they might be related? Were one or both of them turned on by the idea of…****?

Monica shuddered again, unable to blame it on the air conditioning this time, though her body was burning up rather than cooling down anyway. She wondered what she should do, whether she should keep listening, just for the sake of context of course, or just leave. Before she could move a muscle, she heard her son say, “I can’t fuck you Heather. I’m with Lisa now. I already cheated on her once before, I’m not going to do that to her again.”

His mother cheered inwardly, proud of her son’s fidelity and commitment. If only she had been able to do the same, her family wouldn’t be torn apart and she wouldn’t need DNA results to fix it. Unfortunately, Heather was just as tenacious as her father, pushing Zack back against the desk as she said, “I respect that, but we have a deal. Don’t think of it as being unfaithful to Lisa, think of it as honoring your word. You are a man of your word, aren’t you, Zack?”

Making a deal for sex; Heather really was her father’s daughter. But it was something that Zack had agreed to, so he must be getting something out of it, Monica reasoned. He seemed less than enthusiastic now though, trying to stay faithful to Lisa as he said, “The…the cameras. This is how you and your dad were caught the first time.”

The breath caught in Monica’s throat. They were talking about the video that they had to stop from getting out, the one that Zack used to convince her to tell Gregory about the affair, and the reason he had to appear to assume control of Ravers Enterprises. So, it happened in his office, but they offered no suggestion what was on it. With the newfound revelation that Zack and Heather were fucking though, that the idea of **** didn’t repulse them as it should, Monica found herself wondering if the video was of something sexual between Robert and Heather Ravers. She tried to tell herself that Robert wouldn’t do that, but as fantasies of fucking her own son flooded her mind again, she knew that it was very likely that Robert would, and had.

Focusing on the action in the room, instead of the heat between her legs, Monica listened in as Heather reached over and pressed something on the computer, while saying, “I’ve already disabled the webcam, but…there, now there’s no spies.”

His mother’s heart swelled again as Zack ducked under Heather’s arm, freeing himself from the close encounter, and told the young Ravers heiress, “I’m sorry, Heather, I can’t. I know what I said, and I don’t like backing out like this, but the circumstances have changed. Maybe things won’t work out between me and Lisa in the long run, but I’ll never know if I don’t try, like really, honestly, truly try. For my own peace of mind, I need to know if I can be faithful to someone I love, or if I’m destined to repeat my parents’ failures.”

It was difficult for Monica to hear that her son was actively trying to avoid turning out like her, though she couldn’t blame him. Knowing that he was attempting to be a good man, a better man, made her happy though, perhaps too happy, as his confidence and resolve made him seem more attractive by the second. And it certainly didn’t help that, now Heather was no longer blocking him from sight, Monica could clearly make out a tight bulge in her son’s trousers.

“I understand, but I don’t think you realize who you’re talking to,” Heather said with a smirk, clasping her hands behind her back in a way that thrust out her chest. “There isn’t a man on this planet that I can’t seduce. Sooner or later, they always end up giving in to their desires. Do you really think you have more willpower than the great Robert Ravers?”

That confirmed it then, to Monica, that Robert really was fucking his own daughter. She should have been disgusted that he could ever allow himself to do that with his own child. At least her thoughts were only that, thoughts, she never acted upon them, conveniently ignoring how close she had come to throwing out the social playbook back in Gregory’s study. But rather than sickened, she found herself flushed, a renewed wave of heat flowing over her body, as a new thought entered the head. If Robert and Heather could do it and get away with it, then why couldn’t she?

She fought back against that idea. Robert and Heather very nearly hadn’t gotten away with it, if Zack hadn’t helped them out, and she hadn’t sacrificed her marriage. Worse, she was no better than Heather, thinking of being with her own son, which was bad enough, when he wanted nothing more than to be faithful to his girlfriend. She couldn’t ruin that for him, especially as he said, “I guess we’ll find out. But you’re right. I am a man of my word. And last night, I gave my word to Lisa, and that’s the word I’m standing by.”

“We’ll see. Honestly, I pride myself on thinking that I can read people quite well. I know that bending over a table without any panties on isn’t going to break your resolve, so…” Monica watched as Heather approached her son again, standing dangerously close, her lips breathing on his. He wasn’t trapped this time, free to run but choose to stand his ground, his jaw set as he looked into Heather’s eyes both teens focused and determined. At their hips, Heather’s hand danced around the shape of his bulge, not quite touching. “…maybe once I've done my part and helped you fuck your own mother, you’ll keep your end of the deal.”

Monica dropped her bag at her feet as she brought both hands up to her mouth, stifling a gasp. Her son wanted to fuck her. Suddenly all those fantasies no longer seemed just like wishful thinking, they were real possibilities. It hadn’t been her imagination. Her son really did want to fuck her, and what was truly worse was that she wanted him to. She wanted to fuck him as well. Her mind spun as she felt a rush of adrenaline, as if Zack were right in front of her, laying her down, standing between her legs, his hard cock at her wet entrance. Her body screamed at her to just go inside the room, and fuck her son then and there. Who cared if Heather was there? She fucked her father so she wouldn’t mind. Maybe she could join in, and everyone could get what they wanted.

Except for Zack, as his voice pierced through the noise in her head. “I don’t want that anymore, Heather. I should never have wanted it. If all you’re going to do is taunt and tease me, then you should just go.”

Monica swallowed, terrified at what she almost did, how careless she was about her son’s feelings. Taking his advice, she turned and practically ran from the building.

“Actually, there was one other thing,” Heather said, watching as Zack sat in the chair behind the desk and booted up the computer from sleep mode. “Your dad came to the house this morning.”

“My dad?” Zack glanced up over the monitor with a raised eyebrow. “Did you two fall out and now he’s my dad?”

“Not Robert, Gregory,” Heather corrected him, realizing that Zack was keeping up the appearance of them being siblings. “He was very angry about you working for my da-Robert. He even punched him.”

“Shit, really?” Leaning back in the chair, Zack ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of my dad hitting someone before.”

“Well, he got a good one on my dad, and he was so furious it’s a small miracle he stopped at one,” Heather elaborated, sitting on the edge of the desk, adjacent to Zack, her skirt riding up her legs and showing off her bare thigh, much to Zack’s continued annoyance and arousal. “He demanded that you should have nothing to do with us or this company from now on. My dad thinks we need to respect that, but I said that it should be your decision.”

“Thank you,” Zack said, grateful that even if she frustrated him, he could still count on Heather to have his back. His cock lurched in his trousers to show its appreciation as well for how she was showing off her legs. “I am a man of my word, so I want to keep working here. As long as you need my help, I’ll be here. I’ll try to talk to my dad later and make him understand.”

“That’s exactly what I thought you’d say,” Heather replied with a chuckle as she hopped off the desk, the motion making her skirt flip up and giving Zack a nice glimpse of the lower cheeks of her tight ass. The sight was too brief though for him to be sure whether she had been serious or just teasing with that ‘no panties’ comment. She circled around to the front of the desk and picked up their coffee cups. “These are cold, so I’ll dispose of them on my way out.”

Zack thanked her, and tried to focus on the computer in front of him, rather than Heather’ sashaying hips as she walked away. If he wanted to remain faithful to Lisa, he would need to exercise better control of his wandering eye.

As Heather opened the door to leave, she was surprised to find it ajar. Looking around the hallway, she saw no one but she did notice a bag, left behind by the door frame. She’d seen this bag before, at the cabin, and at the clinic and she knew exactly who it belonged to. Checking to make sure Zack wasn’t watching, she lifted the bag from outside and set it just inside the office.