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: "Good morning... why don't you just go to school now?" she says coldly while shooting a glare at Greg. "We need to discuss this with him." She pauses for a moment, her face twisted in anger and frustration. "What were you thinking, letting him see us like that?"

Greg: He sighs loudly but doesn't respond, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

Mey: "Well?" She turns her gaze back to him, her expression somewhere between anger and annoyance. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

Greg looks at his feet, clearly ashamed. He knows he messed up, but he can't help feeling like this was somehow Mey's fault as well... or even tyler's. The tension in the room is palpable.

Mey looks at her son with cold eyes. "It doesn't matter, Tyler," she says through gritted teeth. "What matters is that you understand this is private and inappropriate for anyone to see." She turns away from him and heads to the bathroom to calm down, slamming the door behind her. Greg rubs his face, looking exhausted.

"Look...," he starts, then trails off. "It's not your fault, alright? We both know that." He sighs heavily again before continuing. "Just try to forget about it and go to school all right?"

Mey emerges from the bathroom with her hair still wet from washing her face. "Well," she says icily to Greg, "at least you're apologizing." Her expression is mostly neutral now but there's still a hint of anger behind it. She turns to tyler once more. "I want you to promise me that this will never happen again, do you understand?"

"Yes," he mumbles softly. Inwardly, he wonders if that's even possible; he can't control what noises his parents make or when they choose to have sex...

Mey looks at her son sternly for a moment, considering whether or not to reprimand him further. "Just... be careful," she finally says before turning away and walking out of the room herself. Greg sighs again, rubbing his face in exasperation. He glances back at tyler briefly before going about his morning routine as if nothing happened. The tension lingers in the air, however, making the atmosphere uncomfortable for everyone.

Mey: "Oh?" Greg glances over at him, curiosity piqued. "Go on." He pauses to finish getting ready for work before looking back expectantly at his son.

Greg's expression softens when he sees the tears in his son's eyes. He moves closer to him and places a hand on his shoulder. "Hey," he says gently, "your mother is not being hurt like that." Looking into his son's eyes, he adds, "I'm your father and I would never let anything bad happen to her or either one of you." He pauses for a moment, then continues, "But it's still important to respect people's privacy. You understand?"

Mey's screaming was because she was enjoying herself, Greg thinks but doesn't say aloud. "Well," he says instead, "sometimes people express their pleasure in different ways." He looks down at his son, searching for understanding. "You know how you like video games or music?"