She thinks it was dad
From Torg Adventure
When the store room door opens everybody turns to look. You can believe that it's not only the heat that's making you sweat. You know your mom will notice the little 'present' you left her as she was sleeping, and you're nervous.
She steps through the door, and you relax. She definitely doesn't look angry. In fact, she seems happier than she did before her nap.
Seeing that you're not in immediate trouble, you let your gaze drift further down, and are struck for the first time as to what she's wearing. Of course she couldn't come out here nude, like she was a few minutes ago. But she thought it was still too hot to wear much.
She had put on the same tight red top as before, but instead of her shorts she was only wearing a pair of frilly french boxers!
The lacy white shorts were extremely tight, and seemed to cling to her skin as she closed the store room and walked over to your father.
She wasn't wearing anything else, walking past your bunk in her bare feet, sweat glistening off her tanned legs.
She didn't even look at you as she passed by. You took that as a bad sign for a moment, before you realized she was just intently focussed on your dad, who was still sitting at the table on the other side of the shelter.
You noticed as she passed by that her top didn't quite go all the way down, and there was some exposed belly skin between that and her underwear.
Your dad watched her approach with one eyebrow raised, but didn't say anything as she pranced over to the table, a coy smile on her lips. Without stopping, she walked right around the table, and sat on the fat man's lap, putting one arm around his neck and causing him to drop some half-repaired machinery onto the table.
"Linda...What the..." he finally mutters, but your mom doesn't seem to hear.
"Oh, it's been so long since you surprised me like that! I knew as soon as I woke up that something felt different..."
You grimace as soon as you hear what your mom is talking about. She thinks it was dad that fucked her in the store room!
You quickly glance at your two sisters, but they both seem to be drowsy from the heat, and not paying any attention.
"Stop blabbering, woman. I have no idea what you're talking about," answers your father gruffly.
"I mean, I thought you were ignoring me. Always playing soldier, down here in the shelter with your guns. We haven't been intimate for months, you know that? I should have known my big strong hubby was just saving himself for later!"
Your mom sits on your dad's knee, her voice dropping to a whisper, telling him how great he (you) were, and how glad she was that he still found her attractive. For his part, he just listens to this with confusion. You can tell, though, that he's becoming suspicious. He's going to realize the truth soon enough if she keeps talking.
Interrupt, or let her tell dad everything?
