Frank was sleeping peacefully when a big thump woke him and his wife.
"Frank? What is it?" Mary wondered, placing her hand on his arm.
"I don't know. Stay here," he retrieved his gun from the nightstand drawer, and walked towards the sound. He quietly tiptoed into the hall, looking for the noise. He stopped halfway down the stairs, hearing the bumping from his son's room. He tiptoed to the room, listening for any signs of distress.
Instead, he heard, "Ohhh! Harder, Danny, harder!"
"Okay, but we have to be quiet, remember?" Danny pressed his finger to Linda's lips, "my Dad can detect bumps in the night like you can detect an NKOTB song."
"Very well, then."
"Mhmm," he kissed his wife again, adjusting her in his arms.
Frank looked at the door, wanting to go back to bed, but something was anchoring him to the floor.
Linda was about to let out a small scream, but Danny shushed her once again.
"You have to be quiet, alright?" His voice was firm, but soft.
Linda nodded, "maybe... maybe you should- should take me to bed, and- and show me how to be quiet. After all, I disobeyed. I've been a bad girl." She spoke in the somewhat innocent voice, her bottom lip poking out in a pout.
Danny growled, "you did disobey a direct order." He lowered her to the ground, "okay. Turn around, hands on the wall, legs apart." He turned his wife around, spreading her legs with his foot.
Linda looked behind her, over her shoulder. "Stop and search, Officer?"
"Apparently," Danny shrugged, he didn't know why his cop lingo came out, but Linda was all for it.
Outside the door, Frank made a face of disgust. The same force that was anchoring him before still held a strong grip on the cop. When he heard Linda's delighted 'oh!' and Danny's 'you're just not gonna keep quiet, are you?', followed by a smack, he left to go back to his room.
"What?" Mary asked as Frank walked in the room, "what was it?"
"Your horny son and his even hornier wife." Frank grumbled, dropping the gun in the drawer.
Mary laughed, "oh, so now he's my son?" She placed her hand on her chest when she emphasized my. "As I recall, you were the one who put him there."
Frank only looked at Mary, an almost blank expression on his face as he climbed into bed.
"You know..." his wife started, "we're not all that much older than they are. I mean... sure, they're twenty two, twenty three, and we're... forty five. But that doesn't mean we're old."
"What are you implying, Mary?"
"Not much. Just this..." she reached under the covers and grabbed her husband through his boxers. She gave his questioning look a sexy smile. "Whaddaya say?... Tiger?"
Linda came down the stairs, sore and stiff. She walked into the kitchen, where Mary sat at the island.
"Morning," the blonde greeted, going straight to the coffee.
"Good morning. Sleep good?"
"Yup," she sat down on the hard stool, then immediately stood up, whispering, "not gonna do that... did you sleep well?"
"Until I was awoken by a big bump..."
"Oh, I'm sorry if we woke you and Frank," Linda apologized, a blush on her face.
"You're fine, dear... you actually..." Mary let her sentence hang.
"We what?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"We inspired you and Frank?" Linda raised an eyebrow.
"Well... I know we're old..."
"Oh, Mary, you're not old! Besides, you're never too old to have sex. Too young, yes, but not too old."
"What aren't you too old for?," Danny wondered, coming into the kitchen in only sweatpants.
"Sex." Linda stated simply.
"That's true... why are we talking about sex?" He went to the fridge and chugged some of the milk.
"Danny, you're too old for that!" Mary and Linda reprimanded are the same time.
"Geez." He poured himself some coffee, "why are we talking about sex?"
"Apparently, we weren't the only ones who had fun last night." Linda have a sly look to Mary.
"Who else?"
"Your parents!"
"Oh, gross. Mm-mm, I'm not hearing this." He walked away from the girls.
"Did you know that most people over fifty still engage in oral sex?" Linda wondered as Frank walked in.
He stared at her, "thank you for ruining my day."
She laughed out loud, "says the guy who got some..." she cleared her throat, "action last night."
"What?" Frank wondered, still half asleep.
"Never mind." Linda finished the last sip of her coffee, "I need-a shower." She walked towards the stairs.
"What?" Frank wondered again.
"Nothing, sweetie. Forget it." Mary smiled, looking into her coffee.
