"Oh, God, Jimmy!"

I pushed Debby harder against the bureau. She placed her hands on the top, supporting her weight. I grabbed her hips and held them up, and thrust even more vigorously. In the mirror, I could see her tits bouncing and swaying, her teeth delicately biting her lower lip. She was moaning so quietly and so urgently. Her cunt felt so tight, so hot, so juicy. It was twitching around me, in spasms. I came, ramming it in one last time. Her back arched against my chest.

"Mom! Make Brian give back the TV control!"

I looked at her in the mirror and we both laughed. "Mommy will be down in a minute!" I called out. "She's busy right now." We laughed again, and I pulled my limp dick out of her drenched cunt.

Debby tugged her dress down again, then bent over to pick up her bra. Faster, I grabbed it and moved back.

"Jimmy!?"

I took the bra and wiped my cock off on one of the cups. Then I moved back to her. Grabbing her dress, I pulled it above her cunt, and used the other cup to wipe off her wet pussy. I tossed the bra into the bathroom towards the hamper. "No underwear."

"Jimmy!"

"No underwear."

She looked at me for a moment, then slipped her arms into the dress sleeves. As I zipped, Debby smiled and whispered, "Bastard!"

I laughed and unlocked the door. Back to the kids.

Debby came back downstairs about thirty minutes later. She had changed her dress and had first taken a shower. She had a clean, soap scent about her, not the fresh fucked scent she wore when I came downstairs. The new dress was similar to the first, but lighter, tighter, and shorter. She had changed shoes, too. Instead of the flat sandals she wore to the store, she had on a pair of high heeled sandals. I rubbed her back when the boys couldn't see.

"No bra or panties, bastard," she whispered.

"I'll tell my mother you said that," I whispered back.