You take inventory
From Torg Adventure
You pick up the checklist of food and equipment in the storeroom.
"Let's just start at the top of the list, Mom," you say. "Can you count the boxes of batteries by size? I'll take the air filters."
Your locations were on the same aisle but on shelves on opposite sides of the aisle. As you counted air filters, you glance over at your mother. She's wearig very little, just a thin tee shirt and French boxers. As she bent down to count the batteries on the bottom shelves, your eyes stare at your mother's round, gorgeous ass. She finishes the lower shelves and stands up to count the higher ones, then she stretches up to check the top shelves. You glance again and see the round globes of her breasts pushing out her tee shirt. As you move into the area she was as she also moves down the aisle, you catch a whiff of her musky aroma. She must be fantasizing about the sex she just had with you, even though she doesn't know it was you.
As the two of you inventory the supplies, you keep watching your mom's smoking hot body, and your cock stays thick and hard the whole time. The storeroom becomes permeated with her scent. You have terrible trouble keeping your own thoughts off your time with her.
When you finally finish about two hours later, you have blue balls and are frantic with need. You leave the storeroom behind your mother, watching her ass sway ahead of you. She heads to her bed area, and you intend to hit the shower to take care of your hard-on. But your father intercepts you.
"Can I talk to you a second, son?"
"Sure, Dad."
He leads you back into the storeroom and closes the door behind him. Now you're worried that he has figured out what happened between Mom and you.
What does your Dad say?
