Mia tiptoed back to the living room and settled next to Jon, all worn out. “Why didn’t you turn on the TV?”
“No reason,” Jon replied. “Are the kids asleep?”
“Finally. I hope so.” Mia picked up the baby monitor. “They still get a little wound up when mommy and daddy aren’t home.” She set the monitor on the table in front of them and angled it so they could see the screen. “Where’s the remote?”
Jon faked a yawn and draped his arm across Mia’s shoulders. “I think I saw it over on the counter.”
She snuggled in. “Slick move, Casanova.” Jon reached down her chest and started stroking a nipple. She rewarded him with a simple, “hmm.”
“Remember how I used to sneak in to help you babysit?”
“I do, even after more than forty years.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Honestly, though, what shows do they get on this TV?”
Jon pinched the nipple he was playing with. “Let’s fool around instead.”
Mia slapped his thigh. “No! What if the kids wake up?”
“We tell them that Gramma had a tickle in her throat and Grampa was scratching it with his tongue.”
“Pig!” Mia laughed and sat up. Jon drew her head back down against his shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked.
“I took four ibuprofens before we came over,” he joked. “Why let them go to waste?” He touched her chin and directed her lips to his. They held a gentle kiss for a few seconds and she relaxed back onto his shoulder. Mia sighed. She reassessed her options and grabbed the hair on the back of his head, drawing his face to her opening mouth.
They kissed like teenagers for a while until she came up for air. Jon swiftly snagged her tongue with his teeth, wrapped his lips around it and sucked. He felt her moan as it vibrated down his spine. He released her and they kissed some more.
Jon massaged one of Mia’s breasts. She covered his hand with hers and gave him a look. “They’re asleep,” Jon assured her, “And I promise to keep my hand over your shirt.” Mia chuckled and allowed him to continue. After a minute, Jon reached under her shirt and squeezed a boob over her bra. She grabbed his wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“I think it’s pretty obvious.”
“You promised!” she laughed, knowing what he’d say next.
“I lied.”
Mia attempted to scowl over her grin. He nibbled at her neck there, there and especially there, where he knew it would stir her up. “I promise, I’ll stay over the bra. This time I mean it.”
“Hmm. I’ve heard that before.” She savored the attention being paid to her neck as Jon stealthily unhooked her bra. Mia stopped caring where she was, as her husband kneaded a breast, spiraling his thumb across her flesh towards her nipple. He toyed with it and spiraled away again. “That’s nice,” she cooed.
“You know you get prettier every day, right?”
“I know.”
“I love your tits.” He stopped spiraling long enough for a quick nipple-flick.
She flinched. “Really? I was not aware of that.”
“Oh, sure. Let me show you.”
Jon lifted her shirt over her chest but stopped when they heard one of the grandkids over the monitor. Mia tugged her shirt back down and picked up the monitor for a closer look. They both appeared to be sound asleep. “I knew this would happen,” she lamented as she set her bra into place.
“Nothing happened,” Jon muttered as he pushed her down onto the couch. He lifted her shirt and bra out of the way and locked his mouth over a nipple.
Mia grabbed his hair with one hand and held her breast for him with the other. “Bastard.”
Jon lofted her legs onto the couch with his foot, and then joined her. She reclined half on her back and half on her side as he lay alongside. His mouth and free hand roamed over her, seeking the spots where they’d have the most effect.
“You’re going to fall,” Mia worried. “Don’t fall.”
“I won’t fall,” he replied as he placed his ankle over hers.
He slipped his hand between her legs. “Shit. Bastard,” she moaned as she returned the favor.
“Wait.” They heard car doors slam. “Dammit!”
Jon jumped off while Mia pulled her shirt back down. She didn’t have time to clasp her bra.
Daughter Jennifer and son-in-law Mitch walked in. “How were the kids?” she asked.
“Oh, they were great, no problems.” She kept her back away from their daughter.
Jennifer noticed her mom’s messy hair. Mom’s hair was never messy. “Did you guys fall asleep?”
“Yeah, but not long. Your mom nodded off and I guess I did too. Those kids really wore us out. Good thing I took a Motrin.”
“Or four,” Mia added.
Mitch noticed the outline of the unhooked bra under his mother-in-law’s shirt. He bumped shoulders with Jon and held his palm up at shoulder-level. They discretely high-fived.
Mia rushed. “OK it’s late and your dad and I need to get home we both have to work in the morning so we won’t keep you any longer give kisses to the kids love you bye-bye.” She grabbed her shoes.
Jennifer stared at her father. “You know …,” he started. He had nothing else. “G’night!” He opened the door for his wife and they escaped. Jennfer was confused about their hasty exit until Mitch pointed out her mother’s loose bra on their way out.
Jon had the mini-van started before Mia climbed in. “How fast can we get home?” she asked.
“They’re out looking for drunk drivers this time of night. We can’t speed; maybe thirty minutes at best.”
“I can’t wait that long.”
“Way ahead of you.” Jon drove the van into a nearby apartment complex and parked in a dark corner. They scrambled to the back and Jon put a blanket down as Mia removed her top and tossed her bra aside. He kissed her while on their knees, and she tugged his shirt up and over his shoulders. Her breasts were heavier and sat lower than they did when she was a teenage babysitter, but they were pleasingly round and her nipples proudly pointed outwards. Jon’s love handles had met in the middle over the years, but he still worked out now and then to stay strong for his wife.
They broke the kiss and sat down with their legs outstretched in opposite directions to kick their pants and underwear off. Mia lay on her back and Jon inserted a finger. “No need to do that! Just put it in!” Jon teased her, though, rubbing her juices around her folds and clit. Mia had enough of that and grabbed his cock and slid it in. “THERE we go!”
Jon thrusted and Mia moaned her approval. He pumped harder and she lifted her knees, getting the two of them positioned right where she wanted him. “Yes. Right there, right there, right there.” Jon kept the position and tempo as he increased the passion.
“Right. There. Right. There. Right. Oh shit. Bastard!” Her body jerked with every wave of her climax. She couldn’t catch her breath as Jon pumped more intently to finish himself off. Her knees fell to the floor as she felt every one of her husband’s spurts. Jon crumpled onto her, glad that heart attacks did not run in his family.
Without warning, there was a hard knock on the side window and a light shined in. They promptly covered themselves with the blanket.
“Everything OK in there?” the cop asked.
“Um, yeah, we’re fine, just, uh, resting,” Jon replied.
“You two been drinking?”
Mia answered “No, of course not, we just spent the night babysitting our grandchildren!”
“Sure. Look, you can’t ‘rest’ here. You haven’t been drinking?”
“No!” they replied in unison.
“OK, do your resting at home in the future, understand?”
“Right! Of course! We’re sorry!”
“OK. Have a nice evening.” The cop got into his car and drove off.
Mia and Jon got dressed and into their seats. They drove quietly for a few minutes before Mia slid her hand into her pants. “How quick can you get us home?”
