Mad Love with the Parents Home

The front door of the Cooper home slammed open, getting both Hal and Alice's attentions.

In came Archie carrying their youngest daughter in his arms. They immediately noticed that his zipper was undone and the crotch of her pink panties could be seen.

"Mom! Dad!" Betty cried, embarrassed at the situation she was in. "We're, er, uh, going to my room. To uh, study!" She hated lying.

"Our daughter is going to her room to study with a boy who can't remember to zip himself up," Hal said from his favorite chair.

"And on a Sunday, too," Alice said, picking up the section of the paper he had finished. "Have fun, Betty."

"WHAT!??!" the shocked Betty cried.

And too near Archie's ear. This caused the accident-prone young man to lose his balance! He stumbled back down the three steps he had gone up. Then he had trouble not dropping his attractive love interest, soon, he desired, to be his love in fact.

"Please put her down, Archie!!" her mother pleaded.

"Wha, what makes you think we're studying...that," Betty asked guiltily as she was set on her feet.

"Unzipped pants? Disheveled dress? Now, why would I think that "that" was running through your teenage minds?" her dad said, seemingly casually. The Coopers had a laid-back approach to parenting and, so far, it had worked to give them two upstanding members of society. Chic, as far as he was able to tell them, was a secret agent of some sort working for the US government and Poly was a TV reporter. Their approach was, Don't challenge; let them remember the morality they were to stand for and practiced.

Betty had a strong connection with all of her family members and felt compelled to make them (and everybody else, for that matter) proud of her. But right then, she WAS a teenager with "that" running through her mind and down through hard nipples and wet sex. "You don't mind." It wasn't a question, it was a plea.

The plea became a statement of fact. "No. We don't mind," her dad grumbled only a little. Unfortunately his baby was now old enough to be considered a fully grown woman. She could do anything but drink.

"Oh, Hal! Don't forget how fun "that" can be," Alice teased.

And Hal did remember, and smiled. "Betty, you and Archie can go upstairs. Leave us adults down here." How long had it been since they hadn't had to be mindful over whether one of their children was in the house? Not minding meant they could let their inhibitions go.

"No!" Alice said, raising and offering her hand to her husband to take and follow. "Archie is very special to you, Betty. I think the first time that "that" is done should be in a place other than a bedroom. That is where it will become the normal place. We'll be the ones to go upstairs." They had their own "special place" that helped to spice up their sex life.

As he got up out of his chair, Hal rubbed his back. "I'm getting too old to do "that" in anyplace but a nice, comfortable bed. Enjoy your youth, you two."