No Sex in the Champagne Room

Sequel to "Squeak"

Apparently, the memory of parental intimacy was still stuck in his mind, because it took a helleva lot of convincing (and rubbing) on Mina's part to even get him unwound enough to kiss her. "No one is home, I swear," she whispered, her fingers dancing up and down his warm erection.

"Are you sure?" They were the only ones who had slept in, besides Bagels, and they had heard Jason's car start up and drive away through the hazy fog of sleep.

"I'm positive." The house was silent, save for the ratty dog next door that had resumed barking at any and all objects within its line of vision. She tightened her grip, and he swiftly pulled her on top of him and crushed his lips on hers.

She kept his t-shirt on, one of her favorite things to sleep in due to its softness and his smell, and pushed down on his prone body, making him gasp. She sat up, gently riding, keeping the tempo slow enough to barely squeak the box springs, squeezing her legs together on either side of his body.

He tried to rock her faster; she stiffened her hips and forced him slow again.

Then a little faster.

A little more.

She pulled one leg up and was about to start pounding away when her bedroom door popped open and her mother entered, a laundry basket balanced on her hip.

Mina screamed, grabbed the comforter, and frantically pulled it around their bodies. "MOM! GET OUT!"

Mrs. Aino opened her laundry hamper and started pulling clothes out. "Oh! You guys are busy. I'll just be a second; I just need a bit more to start a full load."

"MOM!" She wrestled with the blankets and tried to unfuck herself off of Kevin's body without causing permanent damage. From the looks of it, he was trying to flatten himself against the mattress in a vain effort to disappear.

Her mother gave them a quick glance. "Honey, make sure you wash those sheets when you're finished; Aunt Stacy's visiting next week and she's going to stay in your room. Oh, you can throw some of your towels in there, too, and don't use too much detergent because the new washer is high efficiency and doesn't need as much--oh hi, Kevin, your face can get so red, sweetie. Remember to use hot water, OK, and hang it outside--"

"MOM PLEASE GO!"

She readjusted the laundry basket. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm probably 'killing the mood' aren't I? OK, well, you two have fun, and don't forget about the towels. When Jason gets home see if he has any he wants to wash, too." She closed the door gently behind her, but not before giving them a brief wave.

It was hard to tell who was more horrified. Kevin's face was redder than a fire truck. "You said no one was home!"

Mina leaned her head back and desperately tried to get catch her breath. He was still inside of her, and she was notably impressed at his ability to stay hard, even after all that.

Maybe it was the adrenaline.

She was just about to say fuck it, and pick up where they had left off, when the door opened again. "Mina, while you're at it, can you do the bathmats and maybe the—"

"GET OUT GET OUT!"

"Sorry, sorry…" She shut the door again.