Meanwhile...in the store room
From Torg Adventure
You lie exhausted on the mattress, panting heavily and looking up at the ceiling.
Your mom lies beside you, one leg draped across your body, head rested on your chest. You can feel she's just as spent as you are, her heavy breaths blow over your sweat-covered skin making you shiver for a moment.
You look down at her, and smile in satisfaction. Her blonde hair is frazzled and in disarray, streamers of cum decorate it and ooze slowly down over her face.
You've never pumped so much as you did tonight, and guessed you never would again. Her face was coated in your baby batter, your sticky love fluids making her skin glisten and shine in the dim light.
But you hadn't stopped there - she's still breathing heavily, and across that heaving chest, splattered and coated across her busty bosom, you had laid your seed.
She was beginning to recover now, although you could tell from the way her body continued to flop over yours that there was little chance of any more incestuous love-making tonight. Actually, you felt the same way after your sex marathon of the last three hours.
"John..." your mother whispered, uncertainly.
She just looked really shocked now, and again you felt satisfaction, knowing you had just given the MILF the most intense fuck of her life.
"There's something I have to tell you...about what we just did..." she continues.
Your mom is feeling guilty about the plan now. She had tricked her son into being her sperm donor, but it had all gone horribly wrong. She's not sure she can ever go back to the way things were before.
Just thinking of the night she had just spent together with her son gave her a tingling sensation down there.
As she talks, she absent-mindedly reaches down to feel her vagina, the wet and slippery folds of skin easily part as she runs her fingers over them.
You look down and watch sleepily as your mom massages her tired and stretched labia.
"It's OK mom, you don't have to explain. I can understand if you need more action than dad can give you. Any time you feel like it, we can meet in here. Nobody else has to know."
Your mom shakes her head sadly. She knew dad had been watching the whole time on the cameras, and they couldn't keep an affair secret from him.
She feels trapped and doesn't know what to do. If she tells you about the plan, she suspects you will be hurt at being lied to and used by your own parents. She doesn't want to damage her relationship with you.
She also knows that whatever she does, dad, her husband will still be jealous and angry at what she did and said tonight.
Finally, to make the situation even more complicated, you had given her the best night's sex in her life. She felt guilty when she remembered how good you had made her feel earlier.
She had been completely under your control, she remembered dreamily.
Suddenly, your mom remembered she was still masturbating and blushed, quickly drawing her hand up to her chest.
You had no idea what your naked mom was thinking, and didn't worry about it. The world seemed very calm and clear, and you were still in your post-coitus bliss.
"Come on, mom. We should get to bed, and get some sleep," you say, getting up off the mattress.
She only nods, as you help her up. She's dreading talking to dad again.
You slip into your shorts again, and throw her an oversized white T-shirt that she puts on, before opening the door a crack and looking out into the main room.
Everything seemed quiet in the shelter...very quiet. Without saying a word you and your mother sneak out and close the door gently behind you.
The room was almost totally dark, but there was just enough light for you to see your bunk on the other side of the room. You start creeping towards it, when your mom grabs your arm.
You turn around, and she pulls you closer. You feel her warm breath on your neck.
"Thanks for the wonderful evening. You were amazing. I want you to know that, no matter what happens, I wasn't faking back there. I really did enjoy our night together."
You're not sure what she means, but any reply is cut short when her lips lock around yours. She holds your head in one hand and digs inside your boxers with her other hand.
Your tongues explore each other freely for a few seconds, while her fingers run gently up and down your shaft.
She breaks away just as suddenly as she started, and walks back to her bed without saying another word.
You stand there for a few moments, silently contemplating the events of that night, before returning to your own bunk.
Reassured that your two sisters were asleep, you crashed onto your bunk and immediately went to sleep.
Does she tell you about the plan?
