Mom's reward
From Torg Adventure
You stand and look on astonished at your mother's naked body for the second time that day. She's still dripping wet from the shower you took together earlier, and she flicks her hair back seductively.
She's standing right next to you, your bodies almost touching, and you're so close you can see the goosebumps on he skin as her skin reacts to the cold air.
"Your reward," she says simply, looking deeply into your eyes.
She leans forward and your mouths meet in a sensuous kiss, her tongue probing your lips. At first you're too surprised to do anything, and just stand passively as she kisses you. But then animal lust overrides your shock, and you start to return her attentions, your tongue beginning to infiltrate her mouth.
After what seems like an eternity, but is really only a few seconds, she breaks away from you.
"Leave your sisters alone, John, and you can have me instead." She whispers.
"Your mom will take care of you, the same as I always have." she finishes, as she grasps your cock.
"Deal?" She's starting to pump you now, slowly but surely.
"Deal." You reply, not quite believeing it, even as you say it.
This whole situation seems completely unbelieveable to you. Although you've always had these thoughts about your mother, since your teens, you never imagined they would become reality. These kind of thoughts were just fantasies to you. What kind of son fucks his own mother?
You're so lost in your thoughts, you barely notice as your mom drops to her knees, kneeling down in front of you, her eyes level with your cock.
"You really are big," she exclaims wonderously, admiring your cock up close as she continues to jack you off.
"Argh, mom."
She looks up to see your face a mask of pleasure, and grins in response. Without warning, she plops the head of your cock into her mouth, enveloping it in warmth as she bobs her head back and forth. She doesn't even seem to break rhythm as she transitions to a full-scale blowjob.
You begin to feel the familiar tingling within your balls and know you're about to shoot your load. Grasping the back of your mother's head, you force her down again and again onto your member, the tension building inside you with each new stroke.
At that moment, you hear a knock on the store room door, and somebody trying to open it. Fortunately, mom had locked it, because there was no way you were going to withdraw so close to climaxing.
"Mom? We're out of body wash, could I get some more?" You hear Tracy say from the other side of the door.
Tracy's voice is enough to send you over the edge, and you spray cum deep into your mom's throat as she stops bobbing and just holds your member firmly between her lips, gulping down the jism that you cum into her.
You pant as you give up the last squirt of your baby batter, and feel as your mom pulls back, letting your slippery cock slide out of her mouth.
"Mom? John? Are you okay in there?" Tracy calls out again.
"We're fine honey!" Mom replies, sounding a bit annoyed.
She stands up and picks up her towel that she had thrown on the floor earlier. She uses it to wipe a few small globs of cum from her chin before wrapping it around herself.
"I can give you the rest of your 'reward' later tonight." she quietly suggested as she throws you your towel to wear, "Midnight, in the storage room."
You nod "Uh huh." as she runs her fingers, one more time, along the length of your cock, before quickly helping you wrap a towel around your waist.
"Remember." she says sternly she does this, "Don't even look at your sisters that way again. That was the deal, you leave them alone, and I can give you what you need."
You nod your head as she turns to open the door.
Before she unlocks it, she grabs a bottle of bodywash from one of the store room shelves and look back over her shoulder at you.
"John," she says with a smile, "It's not just a deal. I had fun doing that for you."
She winks and leaves the store room, leaving you amazed that your own mother could be so flirtatious with you.
The rest of the day went smoothly. Nobody seemed to suspect what you and your mother had done together in the store room. Whenever you saw her walking around the shelter, she was busy preparing meals or taking an inventory of the supplies.
She avoided eye contact with you, which made you wonder. Did she really want to meet again later that night?
"I can give you the rest of your reward later tonight." she had said, as she arranged to meet at midnight. But part of you thought she would never do anything like that for you again - it was just a spur of the moment decision, you thought - and she would probably already be regretting it.
But you knew you had to try to meet her later. If you didn't, then you would regret forever.
It was late evening in the shelter. You and most of the family had returned to their bunks. Although you didn't see or hear them, your mother and father were taking the chance to have a private conversation in the store room, the same store room that mom had blown you off in.
What they said that night, you would never know, but it would profoundly effect your life.
"Did he take the bait?" your father asked.
"Yes and no," your mother muses, "I did what you told me to, but Tracy interrupted me before I could finish the job."
The room was clocked in shadow, and from the other side of the wooden table, dad slammed his fist onto the table.
"Damn! Can't that girl keep herself busy for five minutes?"
Mom shugs her shoulders. "It's a small shelter, we're overcrowded and privacy is difficult to find. Anyway, she might have actually helped me."
Your father gazes at her, a confused expression on his face.
"They showered together, and...I caught her jacking him off when they thought I wasn't looking. Judging from how pent up he was when I finally got him into the store room, I'd say she did a good job."
Dad looks shocked.
"Tracy? But she's..."
Mom snorts, "she's not as innocent as you think she is. I told him not to do it again, and that if he didn't I'd give him as much sex as he can handle. Now we've got a cover story."
Your father has recovered now, and just looks grimly at his wife across the table.
"I guess they will have to get used to it eventually. You're not the only one I want him to breed," he says seriously.
"What?" Mom exclaims with alarm.
"We need to increase the population, and that means impregnating you and all the other females we have down here. Tracy, and ultimately even Milly...Sorry, but you know I can't do that with my medical condition. It has to be him."
Now it's mom's turn to look shocked, as she thinks over the implications of what her husband has just told her.
"First things first though, we need to get you pregnant. You arranged to meet him tonight, right?"
You mother doesn't reply, she feels like she's in a dream, or maybe a nightmare.
"Meet him. Get his sperm. Don't disappoint me," your father concluded.
You never heard anything that your parents discussed that night, although your mother would later summarize it for you. All you ever knew, was that what your parents talked about in this meeting changed the rest of your life.
Later that night / you chicken out
