Dad
From Torg Adventure
Everyone looked shocked when Dad told them he would go alone.
"This mission needs someone experienced, someone who knows what to expect..."
As your mom tried to convince him to send somebody else, you continue to admire her cute rear. The tight little denim shorts really did show off her long legs, and you wished you could get between them.
Perhaps, you realised, you would get a chance with dad gone...You quickly dismissed such thoughts as idle fantasy, and begun to help dad pack for his trip. Water, rations, sleeping bag...
As you were packing, you noticed your father enter the little store room to the side of the shelter, closely followed by your mother. Sticking her head out for moment, she appeared to look around before ducking back inside and closing the door.
Always the type to be interested in what you weren't meant to know, you crept across to that side of the room and opened the door a crack. The sounds of a heated argument floated through.
"Honey I know somebody has to go, but I'm so horny! Stay here with me, we'll send one of the others and get a bit more privacy..."
"Enough woman! I've made up my mind. You'll stay here and do what you're told..."
Opening the door a little further, I peek inside, hoping not to be discovered.
Mom and dad are too busy talking among themselves to notice the extra pair of eyes that now watched them intently.
"Honey! I'm so wet...Feel me!"
Your mom seized your fathers hand and tried to thrust it down the front of her denim shorts, but he didn't seem interested and drew it away.
"I said enough!"
Your father seemed genuinely angry now, and turned to stare at your mom.
"Honey?" she stammered nervously.
"I just want a little relief, we haven't done it in years..."
He seems to be on verge of slapping her, then stands back and grabs the equipment he'd been packing.
You pull away from the door just in time to let your father storm through it, unaware they'd been spied upon.
"I'm leaving, wish me luck," he said as he ascended the steep flight of stairs leading to the surface.
"Good luck," your sisters and you replied solemnly. You suspected your sisters had heard the argument as well, although they probably hadn't heard what the cause was as clearly as you had.
As your mom emerged from the store room, eyes damp, Milly gave her a hug.
"It's O.K mom, I'm sure he'll be fine..."
Your eyes met your mothers for a moment, and you almost fell backwards in surprise. There was sadness in them, but also something else...For a moment, you though you'd detected lust in the look she'd given you.
"Huh?" you think to yourself.
Talk to Mom, wait for evening, a message from dad, ??????????
