Daddy Dearest

The kids were out with Ellie for the weekend and Punk and Lacy had the house all to themselves. They'd spent it together mostly relaxing together, but Mary had some things being done to her house and she had to stay with them over the weekend. No matter, Lacy was feeling a little flirty that morning and decided she wanted to play a little. "Oh hubbyyyy..." she grinned as she crawled up to him on the bed.

Punk was just watching tv in bed when Lacy walked in. "Yes, wife?" he smirked as he watched her.

She grinned as she sat in his lap. "I wanna play."

"Oh?" he smirked as he rested his hands on her hips. "You're lucky I like playing." he said. "What game is it today?" he smirked as he pulled her a little closer to him.

"How hard can you go without your Mom hearing." she grinned and ran her nails over the back of his neck.

"I'm gonna love this game." he said as he sat up to kiss her.

She giggled and returned his kiss.

"Door is locked right?" he asked as he started to kiss down her neck.

She was going to respond, but when he started to kiss her neck, she lost her train of thought. "I, uh.. huh?"

"I said, did you lock the door?" he said as he ran his hands over her hips and went to lift her shirt up.

She didn't remember. "Mhm, yeah." she lifted her arms up.

He snorted and just lifted her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside as he started to kiss over her chest, reaching behind her to take off her bra.

Just as he went to take her bra off, the doorbell rang, and Lacy let out a small groan.

"Nooooo." he pouted and just held her close to him, lol. "Stay quiet, maybe they'll go away."

"So no one's gonna answer the door?" Mary snorted as she went downstairs.

"We're in the clear." She grinned and leaned down to kiss him again.

"I'm so smart." he joked as he went to kiss her again and continue where he left off.

She grinned and kissed him for a while before she heard Mary yelling.

"You don't need to be here, Frank! He does NOT want to see you!"

He pulled away when he heard his Mom and already became frustrated. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." he muttered.

"Jesus." Lacy sighed and moved off of him, putting her shirt on. She knew he'd want to go handle it.

He threw on a shirt and got out of bed, heading downstairs. "What is going on here?"

Frank towards the stairs. "Phil. Good to see you."

"I tried to stop him, honey." Mary said.

He nodded at his Mom once he made it downstairs, then looked over at his Dad. "What do you want?"

"To see you." He said.

"For?"

"What do you mean for? You're my son."