She smiled at the thought. It had been a long time since she was alone, really alone with Larry. Even on their honeymoon, she had almost been forced to bring her son along with her, and there was no way of knowing just when he would pop up and ask something embarrassing. Larry turned his body to hers and moved to kiss her open lips, but she quickly placed her hands against his chest and stopped him.

"Why don't we give the bed upstairs a try," she hinted, her eyes sparkling with lascivious delight, their pale blueness twinkling in a teasing manner. "After all, if it's no good, we'll still have the whole day to take it back to the store and try another one."

Larry smiled and released her. Bouncing up off the couch, she seemed to glide across the floor to the stairs, and as she ran up to the bedroom, she took two and sometimes three steps at once. He followed her, trying to catch up, but she had too much of a head start on him, and she was able to get into the room before he was. Closing the door, she teased him humorously, refusing to let him in until he gave some secret pass word. Finally, he threatened to break down the door, and she told him that that was exactly what she had wanted to hear. Letting him in, she closed and locked the door.

David cursed his luck. He had been hiding in an empty box near the couch, and he was wishing that his step-father would fuck his mother in the living room instead of going to the bedroom. Now there would be no way he could watch them. Making sure that they were not about to come out of the bedroom, he crawled from his hiding place and inched his way quietly up the stairs to the bedroom door. Placing his ear tightly against the solid wood portal, he closed his eyes and concentrated all his energies on listening to the sounds of their giggling and laughing. He hated his new step-father, hated him more than he hated anyone else, and the thought of him fucking his mother, actually sticking his cock up inside her nakedly spread little cunt-hole, was almost too much for him to take.