Notes

Chapter One

One Month Later


Robin sat at the kitchen table; her unfocused stare directed into the mug of coffee in front of her. Her hands cupped the warm mug and other than blinking or robotically taking a sip of coffee, she remained still.
Her calm exterior belied the butterflies in her stomach, her racing mind, and occasionally rapid heartbeat when her eyes would shift to her phone placed on the table next to the mug.
Each time she saw it slowly growing closer to nine, her stomach clenched. After a month of conflict, of guilt and shame over carrying on an affair with her son, and anger and hurt over knowing Tom was sleeping with others, she had made her decision, and now there was no turning back.
Others…no, Tom was not sleeping with others. It’s what she’d suspected. That he was hopping from one young, pretty, and infatuated women working on her residency, or even younger nursing interns.
That’s what he’d been doing in the past, but the day after the meeting, when they’d all come to the office trying to act as if their lives hadn’t drastically changed, Claire called her into her office.
Her friend told her that a doctor she had kept in touch with since med school who had moved to Texas had come back to Boston and working at Mass General, she recognized Tom and Robin from pictures and posts on Clairre’s Facebook page and had discovered through the endless gossip that was a hospital that Tom had been carrying on with an ICU doctor for at least eight months.
The nurse, also married, was younger than Robin, but not by much. This wasn’t an older man chasing young tail for some meaningless sex on the side. This was a full blown affair with a mature woman, who was much closer to a peer professionally.
A woman who also had an unwitting spouse at home as well as two kids in high school. Not that any infidelity should be accepted, but an actual relationship that at this point had to have some emotion invested in it was even worse.
Claire told her to say the word and she could get proof. One of her long time patients worked as a PI and always telling her that if she ever needed any help, or someone looked into, to let him know.
Robin, as she had the previous two years, did nothing other than cry when no one was around. Difference was this time, as Tom was sleeping with another woman, most likely slipping off during twelve hour shifts to find a room to screw in, she was lying in her son’s bed.
Once in a while they would have sex in her bed, but when they slept together it was in his with the door locked in case Tom came home unexpectedly. She could figure out an excuse to be in Zack’s room, after all, who would suspect their wife was fucking their son?

But to be caught in their bed would be the end of her career, and her marriage, and after all his cheating, it would paint her as the villain. Robin could never let that happen, not just for her life and career, but his relationship with his father, and if it ever got out, his life ruined. The kid who’d been banging his mother would be bullied out of school, and only if the school didn’t kick him out first for deviant behavior.
Robin could no longer live this way, and a few days ago made up her mind to do what was best for not just her son, but for the first time in a long time, what was right for her.
Because the night’s Tom didn’t work, she could no longer lie in bed next to him without being disgusted with him, with herself, and knowing her son was down the hall, upset she was his father, and longing for her.
Wrong as it was, Robin was going to choose the man that loved and truly wanted her. The one that would always be good to her, and never hurt her. Who would respect her as a parent, a woman, and a now a lover.
Her eyes went back to her phone. She’d received a text at ten PM last night confirming it was done. The point of no return had been reached. Nothing from Tom, and after she and Zack had followed their pattern of a round of torrid raunchy sex followed by a slower more sensual and loving encounter, he’d fallen asleep, but she couldn’t.
Other than a few minutes of dozing here and there, Robin remained awake and anxious, her phone in her hand next to her, waiting for it to ring, or even worse, Tom to come home early.
Or maybe he wouldn’t come home at all at this point. Or if he did, when she was at the center. Part of her would prefer it that way to avoid a confrontation, but she knew that conversation had to happen, as a therapist she knew that in all situations people needed closer, the act of facing the source of their pain and having their say.
It was just before eight, If Tom had stayed in work for his regular shift, he’d just be getting out and be home around nine. She took a deep breath. One more hour and…”
“You okay?”
She flinched at not just Zack’s words, but his hands on her shoulders.
“Scared me.”
“Sorry, I don’t think I was that quiet. I thought you were sleeping.” “No, just thinking.”
“Yeah, tough morning coming up.” He began rubbing her shoulders, working her tense flesh which was exposed in the plain white tank top she wore along with a pair of loose fitting pajama pants featuring Peanuts characters all over them. It’s a sad day, Charlie Brown, she’d thought as she’d slipped them on after getting out of bed.
“That feels good,” she leaned back in the chair and rested her head on his hard stomach as he stood behind her.
“You feel good. You sure you don’t want me to stay with you for this?”
“Yes. I told you; I want you to leave before nine, go hang out with a friend or get something to eat. I’ll call when we’re done.”
“I hate leaving you alone for this.”
“It’s my choice, honey. But I’m sure your father will want to talk to you, and when he does, I won’t be involved. We have to handle these conversations on our own. At least at first. The three of us will sit down at some point.”

“No question who I’m staying with.” Zack bent over and kissed the top of her shoulder. “You have such beautiful skin,” he whispered against it.
“Coffee and cream,” Robin tried to ignore the shiver his lips on her flesh sent through her. “That’s what the modeling agency called my skin tone.”
“I’ve put some cream in that coffee,” he snickered, then pushing her hair to the side, kissed her neck.
“Please don’t do that,” she tried to move her head, but his hand wrapped in her hair, and tugged to the side, exposing more of her neck to him.
He hadn’t done it roughly, but the confidence, the move itself, and his lips now gliding along her sensitive neck had her squirming in the chair.
“Zack, please, he’s going to be home, and..ohh,” she side when he switched to gently sucking on her neck, and his arm slipped around her, cupping her left breast, fondling her through her shirt and the plain white bra beneath it.
“In an hour,” He let her hair go and was now fondling both her tits as he peppered her neck, then shoulder with tiny teasing kisses. “You need to relax.”
“I don’t know, I think you’re making me more tense.” She put her hands over his with the intentions of moving them, but instead, pressed them more firmly to her tits.
“Pretty tense myself.”
“Hmm, do tell,” she turned her head, tilted it upward and parted her lips.
Zack, his gorgeous green eyes, the same shade as hers, shining with lust and excitement, eagerly kissed her. The kiss was the end of resistance and her arms rose to wrap around his neck as their lips parted and their tongues met.
A month after the shot, and the level of lust, and how quickly it rose hadn’t diminished in either of them. Whether it was there, as of a week ago and the last test, their high level of pheromones, or GSA’s inherent powerful attraction the shot had unlocked, none of them were sure.
They just knew they loved it.
Robin put her hand on the edge of the table and pushed. Zack eased back so she was able to turn the chair and face him. Zack wore only a pair of Soccer shorts, and it was obvious he was feeling the same tension she was.
She kissed his hard flat stomach as her hands went to his sides and yanked down the shorts. Her tongue trailed down his stomach, then along the top of his shaft, fluttering it along his full length as she gripped it in her hand.
Zack sighed in pleasure when she took him into her mouth. He still tasted of her cunt, and she moaned as she bobbed her head in a slow steady rhythm. He grabbed the edge of her shirt, and she raised her arms, letting him pull it up.
She released his cock long enough for him to get the shirt over her head, then resumed sucking on his long sticky cock. Robin reached behind her undoing her bra and sliding it off.
It had barely fallen away when his hands were on her now bare tits, his fingers teasing her caramel shaded nipples. Robin sat up higher and releasing his cock, wrapped her large soft breasts around his cock.
She squeezed them together as her son moved his hips, tit fucking his mother. Robin pressed her chin to her chest, her mouth open to give his tip a hard suck each time he slipped it through her tits.

She wanted nothing more than to let him keep going, fuck her tits until he came, giving his mother a hot creamy pearl necklace, but they didn’t have a lot of time. She rose from the chair and stepped to the side.
“Sit,” she told him, while grabbing her pants and putting her back to him, pushed them down.
Robin gave him a show, bending over and wiggling her ass at him as she worked the pants to her feet and slipped them off. She yelped when he gave her ass a playful slap, then turned to see his shorts also on the floor and him sitting down, his cock bobbing in anticipation.
She swung her leg over his hips, gripped his cock and lowered herself onto it. They moaned in pleasure as she impaled herself on his flesh, and she worked her hips in slow teasing circles, reveling in the feeling of her cunt being stuffed with her son’s dick.
Robin put her hands on his shoulders and bounced on his lap, riding him. Zack put his arms around her waist and eagerly sucked on her left nipple before switching to give the right some attention.
Right there at the kitchen table with her husband on the way home. This is why she had to decide. Soon there would be no more fear, no more conflict. It would just be her and Zack, mother and son turned cougar and cub, fucking and loving anywhere they wanted, any time they wanted.
Her son sleeping in her bed, her knew one, because she would want it to be theirs and theirs alone and going to sleep and waking up in his arms.
“Oh, honey,” she moaned while she bounced faster and harder, pounding herself down on his full length. “I can’t wait for this to be all the time. Just us, baby, just us from now on!”
She yelped in surprise when Zack gripped her ass hard in both hands and surged to his feet. He placed her on the edge of the table, and Robin leaned back, resting on her elbows, her legs going around his waist.
Zack tore into her, fucking her with short, but deliciously hard strokes that had her eyes rolling and the table rocking. Robin fell back into the table, and sliding her hand down her flat toned stomach, found her clit.
“Watch Mommy play with herself,” she told him, her eyes on his. “Watch your mother make herself come on your cock.”
Zack leaned over, reached out and cupped her tits, his thumbs playing with her nipples as he fucked her. Robin yipped and moaned, her fingers roughly working her clit in hard circles while watching his glistening shaft penetrate the dark lips of her cunt.
“You going to give mommy some more of that cream, baby? Going to fill your mother’s thirty cunt with another big load?”
“Yes,” he groaned. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”
“All yours, honey! All of me is all yours, no more sharing, no more sneaking! You want to fuck me on the couch in the middle of a movie, you do it. Want to bend me over the damn washing machine, you do it! Any time, anywhere, and anyway you…Yess!”
Robin’s head fell back, and she howled like an animal as she came, her legs wrapping tighter around Zack and her cunt contracting around her son’s pounding cock. Another lasting effect of the shot laced with GSA as her orgasms had continued to be powerful and longer lasting than anything she’d experienced previously.

She writhed on the table, crying out in a pleasure that was increased when Zack, with a long slow moan, erupted within her. His cock sent several long spurts deep into his mother’s quivering twat.
He thrust his hips, shooting even deeper as he emptied his balls inside her recently insatiable cunt. When the last of the orgasm flowed through her, Robin dropped her legs from around his waist, and smiled as she contracted around him, squeezing another few drops from him as he whimpered and squirmed.
He eased back from her, and tightening her muscles, Robin pushed some of his cum back out, shuddering as it oozed between her legs.
“Gave your mother a cream pie, you bad boy.”
“Damn, Mom,” Zack tried to look offended. “You sound like a porn star, oh, wait, you were.”
“Stop that!” She laughed and sitting up, forced herself to slide off the table and grab her pants.
“Going to have to watch them together some time.” “We’ll see. I’m not proud I did that.”
“You’re screwing your kid, you going to worry about some twenty year old movies?” “Touche’!” Robin winced. “Get dressed and go.” “I see how it is, use me and lose me.”
“Yeah, its awful. Now seriously,” she spoke while putting her bra back on. “You need to leave, I’ll call when its clear, okay?”
“Yeah,” he hugged her and kissed her forehead affectionately. “You need me before that, you call.”
“I will.”
“One more thing,” Zack told her as he turned to leave the room. “You might want to wipe off the table. That’s not coffee creamer on the edge of it.”

*****

Robin jumped, her heart skipping a beat when she heard the sound of a car door slamming in the driveway. She took a deep breath and put her hand on the manilla envelope on the table.
She’d waited until Zack had left to bring it out. Robin understood his anger towards his father for being unfaithful to her but didn’t want him to hate him. She hoped they’d still be able to have a decent relationship after this, and what was in the envelope could hurt the chances of that happening.
The door to the back hall slammed and a moment later, Tom came through the door that led into the kitchen.
“Are you fucking kidding with his?” he angrily waved the papers in his hand. “You had me served, and at the damn hospital in front of people?”
“They told me to name a place I knew you’d be.” She sounded calmer than she felt. “I’m home when I’m not working.” He slapped the papers on the table. “You did this
to make a fool of me in front of other people, didn’t you?” “You made a fool of me.” she said softly.
“Oh, here we go again! That’s why you’re doing this? You’re serving me divorce papers over what happened two years ago?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Not for two years ago.”
“Bullshit!” he slammed his palm on the table as he dropped into the chair across from her. “Know what? Know what it means when someone decides to overlook a mistake, but suddenly down the line changes their mind?”
“They woke up?”
“No, it means they found someone. Who are you fucking, Robin? Who comes here when I’m not home and bangs you while I’m saving lives?”
Robin kept her expression neutral. There was truth in his words. If this hadn’t happened with Zack, odds are she’d still be choosing to live the way she had. But he couldn’t know that.
“No one. I’m not the cheat in this family.” Like the old, twisted jokes went is kissing your sister actually a kiss, and is it cheating when its family?
“You didn’t even tell me something was wrong? Hell, a month ago you even got all frisky with me a couple times. I thought we were moving forward!”
“Why? Because you got your dick in my mouth, you thought our marriage was saved?”
“Crude,” he rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, one of the girls got to you? Or all of them? Have a little we need to save Robin intervention?”
“Funny thing to say seeing I told you I never told anyone you cheated. I chose to let my humiliation stay to myself.”
“Bullshit. The four of you tell each other everything. Who was it? Jo or Claire?” “Why not Amanda?” She was stalling and felt her fingers trembling as they rested on
the envelope.
“She’s happily married, the other two are divorced and bitter. The type to tell others to leave their husbands.”
“My friends? We’ve all known each other for years; their kids call you uncle. Good to see you think so highly of them.”
“I didn’t say I don’t care about them, but you know the saying birds of a feather flock together. They’re marriages are over, and they’re jealous of…”
“But your bro code where other guys know you’re dogging on your wife and don’t say anything? That’s okay? Its better to watch someone be wronged than to call out garbage behavior?”
“In some matters people need to tend to their own backyard.” Tom insisted.
“But what if there’s another man in your backyard, Tom? You’d want to know, right?” He frowned, and knowing this was going nowhere, she undid the clasp on the
envelope and slid it over to him.
“What’s this? Your list of demands in the divorce? Tell you right now, we sell this house and split the…” he had dipped his fingers into the envelope as he spoke, and when he saw what he’d removed stopped in mid-sentence.
Robin watched him look through the first three of the dozen pictures before he put them face down on the table, his hands, always as rock steady as a surgeon needed them to be, were trembling.
She knew each picture by heart, had forced herself to keep looking at them after Claire’s PI friend had delivered the envelope to her, who passed them on to Robin without looking at them.

Tom may have been catching quickies in the hospital, like so many did, but more proof this was serious was the fact he’d been slipping out to motels with this woman. The pictures were all a little grainy as if taken through a window, and a few of them the white lines of the blinds were visible.
Tom lying back while a woman with long blonde hair knelt between his legs. The reverse with him going down on her. The woman riding him, then a shot of her on her knees with Tom fucking her from behind.
Taken from behind, but their reflection clear in the mirror in front of them as they watched themselves, not knowing they were being watched. Another photo of her going down on Tom in his car, a sign for the emergency room reflected in his windshield.

The woman was attractive, on the short and petite side, smaller breasted, but they were perky and sitting high and proud, cute little round ass, and, very visible as she gripped Tom’s cock a white gold wedding band with an impressive diamond behind it.
At that visual, she reached into her pocket and produced a ring box containing her gold band an the very expensive diamond Tom had given her for their tenth anniversary.
“You can have these,” she slid the box over to him. “Pawn the diamond or give it to your friend.” She snapped her fingers. “No, she already has a very nice one. Does her husband know you’re in his yard and have been for months?”
“You had me followed.” he said numbly, his eyes on the stack of pictures.
“I did. Now let’s drop your indignant behavior and get to it.” She raised a finger for each item she proceeded to list.
“First, Zack knows what you did. He’s a smart kid and already suspected, kept asking me about so I told him the truth when I had proof.”
“You…”
“Needless to say, but I will anyway, he will be staying with me.” Tom scowled, but she kept going.
“In this house because we will continue to live here. I am not selling but will look into buying you out of it. Remember, your wife is a doctor as well and I make good money myself.”
“Good, because you’re not seeing a dime in alimony.” He shoved the pictures back at her.
“You don’t want to show them to your friend? She could keep them,” she sighed. Dr. Elizabeth Howell. Head of the ICU trauma unit on the night shift and head giver to married men.”
“Leave her out of it, Robin.” He warned her. “Don’t you dare try to send these to her husband.”
“Yes, but with a deal. You have those movies I made on your PC. I worked hard getting them taken down anywhere I could find them years ago, but I know you have them. You’re to delete them in front of me, and if you ever, even if its ten years from now, try to find them again and use them against me? These pics go to that man whose wife is banging you.”
“I wouldn’t have done that to you, Robin.” He told her, trying to look offended. “So it’s an easy deal.”
“I don’t want alimony. But you continue to help Zack through school.”
“Of course, he’s, my son. If he needs anything else, all he has to do is ask.”

“Good to hear. Unless you have something to add, I’ll go out on the deck while you pack up some things. Please call Zack later today, so the two of you can talk. I have no desire for him to alienate you, he needs his father.”
“Nice of you,” Tom muttered.
“Come by one day next week while I’m at the center and get the rest of your belongings. After that day, I change the locks.”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “You’re fucking someone. You’re way to confident and stone cold to just be doing this without having a plan B. Bet if I keep coming by I’ll see him coming over or leaving.”
“Tell you what, Tom.” Robin sat back in the chair and gave him a cold smile. “I invite you to do that. You can have a PI follow me everywhere, and stake out this house, and I assure of one thing.”
“That is?”
“That the only man you’ll ever see coming and going is your son.”