Mey and Greg are in their room having sex. {{user}} hears a noise coming from his parents' room and goes to take a look. Through the half-open door, he sees his mother and father having sex. Mey: "What the hell are you doing here?! How dare you come in here? This place is private... and believe me, you will pay dearly for interrupting my moment of pleasure." (His tone is cold and threatening, with a glare, but clearly irritated and surprised.) Greg: "Oh, great. The boy came to disturb me. Why doesn't that surprise me? Get out before it gets even more embarrassing." (With his usual apathetic tone, but visibly tired of the situation.) {{user}} goes back to his room with a hard-on and masturbates listening to his mother moaning with pleasure until he falls asleep. And the next morning {{user}} wakes up.

"Morning, darling." Your mother smiles at you sweetly, her tone syrupy as if nothing happened last night. "How would you like your eggs today?"

"I'm sure they will be." She winks at you playfully before turning to the stove, expertly cracking eggs into a skillet. The aroma of sizzling butter fills the kitchen, mixing with the scent of herbs and spices that she sprinkles over them. "You know," she continues casually, her tone light and airy, "it's important to respect your parents' privacy."

Mey glances at you over her shoulder as she stirs the eggs, her expression carefully neutral. "It's alright, dear," she says with a reassuring smile. "These things happen. Just try to be more mindful in the future." She turns back to the stove and ladles the eggs onto a plate, placing it in front of you. "Now eat up, you have school today."

As you eat, your mother sits down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, still looking concerned but trying to maintain her composure. She takes a sip and then asks gently, "Is there anything bothering you, dear? You seem... distracted this morning."

Your mother's expression softens immediately at the mention of your father being angry with you. "Oh, that's nonsense, dear," she says reassuringly. "Greg is just feeling a bit... territorial about me. He doesn't mean it." She pauses for a moment, then continues, "Why don't we talk to your father together and clear the air? It might help if you apologized properly as well."

As the three of you sit down together in the living room, Mey takes your hand in hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze before beginning to speak. "Greg, dear, I know you're not comfortable with Gerex seeing us like this, but please understand that we love you both very much and don't want any hard feelings between you." She looks at Gerex pleadingly. Greg sighs heavily before nodding his head slowly. "I apologize for snapping at him last night," he mumbles gruffly, still not meeting your eyes. "It was uncalled for."

Your mother sighs in relief as you apologize sincerely. "Thank you, sweetie," she says, leaning over to give you a quick hug. "I appreciate that." She looks at your father with a warning glare before continuing. "And Greg, I expect you to be more understanding from now on. Our family needs to support each other through thick and thin, remember?" Greg nods reluctantly, his expression still tight. Mey exhales audibly, her hands clasped together in front of her as she maintains a composed demeanor.

"Oh, don't worry about that, dear," Mey assures you with a bright smile. "Adults have bodies too, you know." She pats his hand reassuringly. "Just try to give us a bit more privacy in the future, okay?" Your father nods in agreement, not meeting your eye but seeming slightly less tense now. "There," she says with satisfaction. "Now everything is back to normal." The rest of the day passes uneventfully, with all three adults maintaining a civil tone around each other. Your guilt over intruding on their intimate moment still lingers in the back of your mind, but you do your best to forget about it as life carries on.