Get out of here (with mom)
From Torg Adventure
Your face is a mask of anger, as you watch the military transport descending.
"THIS IS MY COUNTRY DAMN IT! MY COUNTRY!!!" you scream through the roaring wind.
You still haven't taken your eyes off the red star on it's side, when a switch in your brain suddenly flips. You turn your head to loom at your mom. She's still frozen to the spot, unable to move let alone think. It's up to you now.
You know what you must do.
Clutching your mom's arm even tighter, you spin around and start jogging into the trees. You drag mom along behind you, ignoring her frightened complaints.
You feel your heart beating in your chest, and your blood pulses through your veins. Your legs pump up and down, adrenaline giving you a strength even you didn't know you had, as you half-pull, half-carry your mother over the uneven ground.
"My shoes! I can't run in these heels!" she pants.
Realizing what she means, you quickly drag you both down into the dirt, and rip off her back shoes.
"Come on mom!" you hiss, "Just a bit further!"
In truth, you don't have any idea where you're going. You just know you have to get the two of you as far from that clearing as possible.
You begin crawling forward through the darkened forest, and as your heart begins to slow, you risk a look back.
Your mom is following a few feet behind you. Her expensive microdress was designed for clubbing and cocktail parties, not military operations it would seem. Deep gashes run up along it's sides, and the mesh that had covered her bosom and shoulders has been torn away. The microdress is little more than a tube dress now, barely rising high enough to cover her nipples, and only just low enough to keep her panties out of view.
As you watch your mom slither across the forest floor, her breasts flattened on the ground, you feel a stirring in your pants.
Not now, damn it! Not now!
You try to look beyond your mother at what was happening in the clearing. The chopper had landed in the centre of the camp. Camouflaged soldiers, more than twenty of them, were pouring out into the clearing. Some of them fanned out, establishing a perimeter around the landing site. The others were busy rounding up Hank and Peggy.
Your heart sank when you saw some of the soldiers had nightvision goggles on their heads.
Dragging your gaze away from events at the camp, you concentrate on crawling across the forest floor.
It comes as no surprise to you when the first gunshots start ringing out behind you.
Your mom lets out a muffled scream, before you grab her hand and squeeze.
"This way mom! A hiding place!"
You had seen a hollow in one of the trees. The only reason you had seen it was that you had crawled right by, and between the darkness and it's small size, it was the perfect hiding place.
"You get in first mom," you encourage her. Another shot rings out, and you glance nervously behind you. You turn back just in time to get a nice view of your mom's ass sticking out of the hollow.
"I'm not sure it's big enough for both of us..." she says, her voice shaking.
"It'll be big enough," you whisper, glad her head is in the tree, and she can't see you checking out her behind. Her microdress is so tiny you'd have a great view up her skirt if it wasn't so dark.
Finally, she's inside, and it's time to get in yourself. From somewhere nearby, a voice shouts in a language that is definitely not English.
"Ready or not, here I come..." you whisper, and squeeze yourself into the safety of the hollow.
What's next?
