"Take your hands off my daughter's tits," Harold bellowed.
Startled, twenty-year-old John straightened up in fear. Nineteen-year-old Mary cowered back into the couch.
Frightened, meek John stared at Harold, Mary's step-father, looming over him with a clenched fist pulled back, ready to strike.
Still in a fit of rage, Mary's step-father asked, "What do you think you're doing with my daughter?"
A calm, female voice answered for John. "The same thing you used to do with me when we were their age. Now, go back to bed and leave the youngsters alone."
The look of terror leaped from John's eyes to the eyes of his accuser, when Janice, Mary's mother chastised Harold, her husband.
Janice continued. "They're learning each other. Let them make out in peace. Come to bed. Instead of blowing your top, you can fuck me and go to sleep."
"Sorry," is all that Harold said as Janice led him off.
Still shivering in fear, Mary led John to the kitchen, made him a cup of cocoa, found some miniature marshmallows, and dropped them into his steaming drink. They talked about their frightening experience. It was becoming another common event they would remember for a lifetime.
The young lovers unwound as they chatted in the kitchen for an hour.
Janice coughed artificially loud before she entered the kitchen. Mary was washing the cocoa cups. John was standing beside her, feeling her ass.
"I came down to let you know that Harold won't disturb you. I rocked him to sleep," Janice said with a smile on her face. Then, turning to John and with a twinkle in her eye, she said, "Don't you stain my couch when Mary makes you cum."
John's face turned a brilliant red before he could say, "No, Ma'am."
"Now, if you lovebirds don't need me, I'm going back to bed."
"What kind of parents do you have," John asked Mary after Janice left the kitchen.
"Stranger than I ever expected. Excuse me, I have to go pee."
Surprisingly, even to himself, John asked, "Can I watch you pee?"
"What's to watch? I sit on the hopper and pee."
"I've never seen a girl pee. Never mind, it's personal."
"Mom said we're 'learning each other.' You can watch me."
"Are you sure?"
Mary took his hand, said "Come on," and led John to the half bath off the kitchen.
She stood before the hopper, reached under her skirt, lowered her panties to just above her knees, sat on the hopper, and peed. Mary wiped herself. It wasn't until then that John caught a glimpse of Mary's heavy, dark pubic bush.
"Do you always wipe yourself?"
"Almost always. Now, let's go watch the eleven o'clock news."
