He has an accusation
From Torg Adventure
"Did you have sex with Mom while she was asleep, young man!?" Dad says, quietly, but with what sounds like an angry growl.
At this point, you feel that honesty is best, since he has you dead to rights. You did fuck his wife. "Yes, Dad. I know it was wrong, but I just couldn't help myself. We've been down here too long."
He nods and clears his throat. "Well, good, son." Now his voice seems more emotional than mad.
Your jaw drops and you stare at your dad like he has three heads.
He takes your shoulders in his hands and faces you squarely. "I'm impotent from diabetes and I'm sterile. We have no idea what's left of humanity, we could be the last of our kind left alive. We have to assume until we know differently as if we are the last humans alive anywhere." He gulps and clears his throat again. He clearly is uncomfortable with what he's saying. "The rules of society no longer hold, because society doesn't exist any more. It's not wrong. You are the only fertile, virile man left alive, {firstname}. It's your duty to humanity to have sex with your mother and get her pregnant. I don't care how you do it. Willingly or furtively or coercively. It's more important than you or me or mom. I will get over it. And if she comes to me like she did today, I'll play along. I'll say that I did it. Unless you want to have a talk with her. How you get her knocked up is up to you. You seem to have the head for this, so to speak."
You both look at each other for the count of three and then you both giggle like fourteen year old boys. You reach out and hug him and he hugs back.
He whispers to you, "And your sisters, too."
You push him back to arms length and stare at him. He just looks at you calmly and nods. "If you need me to talk to them, I will, but I think it will go over better coming from you."
"Are you telling me that it's okay now to have sex with mom and the girls?" you ask him. He nods. "And get them pregnant?"
He nods again. "Yes, it's for the future of mankind." He has the sound of conviction in his voice.
You swallow hard. Now that he's laid it all out, you feel some of the responsibility that your father was trying to convey to you fall on your shoulders. You also feel a surge of excitement at the idea of fucking all three women, your mom, Tracy and your baby sister.
"I will do it," you tell him.
He claps you on the shoulders and smiles.
"But right now, Dad, I really need a shower." You need even more relief now with the continuous porn movie of your female family members, naked and seducing you.
"Okay, {firstname}. We'll talk more if you want."
You follow him out of the storeroom and head to the shower.
What next?
