As you began to gather some supplies, you reminded of an old 1980s movie you’d seen played on the TV. just four days ago ‘The Day After’ it was called.
“Ahh Dad, I know we need fuel and all but what about the radiation,” You ask suddenly imagining your teeth and hair falling out like Steve Guttenberg’s in that movie.
Dad looks up from his workbench “Don’t worry Son, I just checked, and while the radiation level is lightly elevated it is with in safety levels.” Dad laughs, and continues on “ Apparently, the talking heads, on TV, were right about the Chinese deploying large numbers of neutron weapons.”
Slightly mollified, you nod, and head into the storage room where your mom was.
“Well, mom according to dad the Radiation is ‘With in safety’ levels.” You tell her.
“That’s good to hear,” she murmurs while inspecting a couple backpacks you recognize from your dads last attempt to go camping as a family several years ago.
Looking through the disorganized mess in the storage room you eventually locate two 20 gallon gas cans, you also pickup a few tools a Phillips screwdriver, bolt cutters, and a crow bar everything a break in artist needed.
You turn to ask mom something and you gulp as your dick gets instantly hard at the sight before you. Mom was bent over looking for something on a low shelf and her cutoffs had ridden up just enough to leaving part of her ass on display. Whether it was the enforced closeness, or a deep seated yearning, but it occurs to you that all sorts of interesting things could occur out there with you and mom being alone.
“This is the last time I ever let him organize…” You moms says absently, as she moves to the next shelf, all the while unaware that all your attention was riveted to the globes of her denim clad rear end.
Licking your lips, you take a couple steps towards your mom, fighting a desire to cop a feel and see if that ass feels as good as it looks.
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