Interrupt! Stop her from telling dad everything
From Torg Adventure
You jump down from your bunk with a strength and speed that can only come from desperation.
Your mom doesn't know that it had been YOU who had just fucked her. She is about to tell dad everything! The panic that had faded when you saw your mom wasn't angry, now comes back in full force.
"Shit," you mutter under you breath. "I've got to get her away from him."
Watching your father's expression, you know it won't be long before he puts two and two together. He knows he hasn't fucked his wife recently (or anytime in the last few months - thanks for sharing mom), and you're the only other male down here...
You try to look casual as you walk over to your mom and dad. Unfortunately, it isn't easy to look casual when your heart is pounding in your chest. Your parents look up in surprise as you jog over to stand next to the table.
You look down on your mom, still sitting on your father's lap, one arm around his neck.
"Is everything OK John?" she asks.
At least you've stopped her from telling your dad anything more, you think.
"Yeah, mom. I was just wondering if...you'd help me take an inventory of the supplies. In the store room, I mean."
Your mom looks uncertainly between your dad and you. You try not to notice the way her long blonde hair cascades down over her huge bosom, barely concealed by the tight red tank top.
"I was just talking to your father. Can it wait for a few minutes?"
Your father chooses this moment to push her gently off his knee until she's standing up.
"John is right, honey. Remember our situation. The temperature control systems have failed, but that's a small problem. Our real problem is that, basically, the world we grew up in has been destroyed forever. We only have what we took in here, and so we need to know exactly what we have. You should go with John and make a record of everything you find in the store room. Besides, I think you've spent too much time in this damn heat. The store room is a bit cooler."
Your father looks strangely at your mom when he says this, and then looks down at the piece of machinery he's working on. The conversation is obviously over.
You breathe a sigh of relief, as your mom follows you towards the store room door. Hopefully, after an afternoon spent counting #10 cans of freeze dried food, your mom will have forgotten this whole thing. Disaster averted.
Or was it? You hold the door open for your mom, and a breeze of cool air blows out from within. As your mom walks past you, you notice her nipples are clearly visible through the red top she's wearing. They stand out erect in the gust of cool air that blows from inside the darkened room. At the sight of your mom's nipples, your cock begins to harden also.
You begin to wonder, how much longer will you be able to go without fucking this MILF again? It's not like there are many other girls down here to tap. Just your two sisters and your mom.
Mom walks inside the store room, and your eyes stray downwards to her asscheeks in those tight french boxers. How much longer?
You close the door.
Your father watches as his wife and only son enter the shelter's little store room.
He watches, as his son's eyes sweep down over his wife's body.
He watches, as his son stares at his wife's ass, before closing the door.
His eyes narrow, as he thinks about what his wife had said.
What happens in the store room?
