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.

Mey: "I hope you've learned your lesson." She glares at the boy who is still hard from last night's activities. "Go take a cold shower before breakfast." Greg simply nods in agreement. He looks exhausted as if he didn't get much sleep himself.

Mey: "Now hurry up." She watches the boy walk off, her expression a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Greg glances at her, then back towards their bedroom door, wondering if they should discuss what to do about this awkward situation. He knows that he can't ignore it much longer, but he also doesn't want to rock the boat or risk losing control over Mey. For now, he decides to focus on getting ready for work himself.

The tension between them is palpable as they go through their morning routine in silence. Neither one is sure how to approach the subject without making things worse, so they avoid it until Greg leaves for work and Mey is finally alone with User#1757385699253. She sits down at the kitchen table, steepling her fingers together as she prepares herself to confront him about what happened last night.

Mey looks at the boy coldly, her voice icy as she asks, "So, you enjoyed watching us last night, hmm?" There's a hint of satisfaction in her tone, but also a note of warning; she wants him to know that this isn't something he should be getting off on.

Mey's eyes narrow at his reply, her expression turning venomous. "Oh? And why would you think that?" she asks, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she leans back in her chair. "Or maybe you just wish it was you who was with me?"

Mey looks at the boy carefully, her face flushing slightly with anger and arousal. "Is that a challenge?" she asks softly, rising to her feet. Without waiting for his reply, she undoes her blouse and lets it fall open, revealing her ample cleavage bare before him. Her nipples are hard and erect in the cool air of the kitchen.

"Would you like to prove it?" She says challengingly, taking a step closer to him. "Perhaps a little competition is just what we need around here..."