Cole's POV
Grunts were coming from Y/s/n's room, and being the concerned parent I always am, I opened the door to his room. My eyes burned at the sight, my mind went numb and overall confusion washed over me - I walked in on my son having sex with his girlfriend.
"Dad!" he yelled, covering his girlfriend up in his sheets.
"Sorry! Sorry!" I exclaimed frantically, covering my eyes and closing the door.
"What was that about?" my wife, y/n, asks as she walked up beside me.
"I- uh- I," I could barely get anything out - my mind was just so blank, and quite frankly, scarred to.
"Cole, what's behind that door?" Y/n continues to question me, with that look that I just can't resist.
"Y/s/n and his girlfriend were having sex," I blurted out. I watched as Y/n jaw dropped, and she pushed passed me to open his door, again revealing him and his girlfriend between the sheets.
"What the hell is this?"
"Mom, please!"
"No, Y/s/n. What were you two doing?"
"Mom, get out!" Y/s/n continued to yell. Meanwhile, I stood behind y/n, twiddling my fingers together as my nerves continued to play with me. Y/n sighed and rubbed her face with her hands.
"Do you mind going home?" she asked y/s/n's girlfriend.
"Uh yeah of course," she replies back, giving Y/s/n a sympathetic look as she got up, stilled wrapped in the sheets. Luckily, Y/s/n has an ensuite bedroom, so his girlfriend awkwardly picked her clothes up from the floor and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. As she did so, we all stood in silence. Neither of us said anything, and I sure as hell to nothing to say. A few minutes later, his girlfriend came out, fully dressed in her clothes.
"Do you want me to drop you off?" Y/n's stressed voice asked the poor girl standing awkwardly before her.
"N-no it's okay. I just live a few streets away," she replies, whilst looking down the ground to avoid eye contact. "I'll show myself out". I move to the side, allowing the poor girl to awkwardly walk passed me and down the stairs.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Y/n asks Y/s/n. "Mom, I'm 17! I don't your permission to... you know!" he yelled back.
"17 is too young, mister. Don't you agree, Cole?" Y/n turns to me. My heart skips a beat, and I nod profusely at her - too embarrassed to say anything.
"Well, were you at least being safe"
"Oh my god, yes of course. Can we just please stop talking about it?"
"No, being sex is a serious and sacred thing. I don't want you ever regretting it - or worse, getting an STI"
"Well, I'll be safe. So can I go now?"
