Last week, my parents finally felt safe enough to venture out on a mini-vacation after a few months in lockdown mode due to that stupid virus. We had been cooped up in the house together since I came home for my spring break from college. As a 19-year-old sophomore, I had finished the school year online while both of my parents worked from home. We all needed a break from the monotony of the house.
Once some hotels opened up again, my parents decided to drive to a mountain area 5 hours from home to do some hiking. We had packed most of our own meals and had planned to stay socially-distant and outdoors for most of the four-day trip. Also, to keep ourselves contained within our family unit, my parents rented only one hotel room with two queen beds for the three of us. That was a little creepy, but it made sense.
The drive was uneventful, and we checked into our hotel after a short hike to get us acclimated to the mountain scenery. We ate sandwiches and chips in our room for dinner. As we ate, my parents shared some beers with me. A couple of cold brews sure tasted great with dinner. As we sat around and talked after dinner, we each had a couple more. We were all getting a little tipsy, and our conversation took off in many different free-flowing directions. I sure hope I didn't share too much.
Finally, we decided we should call it a night. I took a quick shower and put on some clean shorts and a t-shirt for bed. As I opened the bathroom door and walked back into the room, I was shocked to see my parents making out like teenagers on their bed. My mom's hand was rubbing my dad's crotch as they kissed. My mom also had her shirt off, and one of her breasts was visible outside of her bra. My dad's hand was cupping her exposed breast as his fingers pinched her nipple. I could hear my mom softly moaning in delight as they kissed.
They obviously had not heard me re-enter the room, so I cleared my throat as I walked across the room towards the desk by my bed. I kept my back turned to them, but I heard them giggle and frantically try to cover up their playfulness. My mom grabbed her shirt and scurried to the bathroom.
As I turned around to look at my dad, he said, "Sorry, honey. We, um-"
"I get it, dad," I replied. "No need to apologize. I can give you some space if you need it. I'll go down to the lobby for a while." The whole time I was staring at the tent still forming in his shorts. He tried to adjust his cock so the bulge would go away, but it didn't work. He blushed and slid under the covers as I flashed him a big smile.
He finally broke the awkward silence by saying, "No, no - don't do that. I am sure your mom is plenty embarrassed. I am, too. We're done for now, I can assure you. Must've been the beers that made us so careless. Sorry again."
"No worries, dad," I replied. I bent down, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and said goodnight.
I crawled into my bed and turned out the reading lamp beside it. When my mom finally came out of the bathroom, she turned off the rest of the lights in the room and got back into bed with my dad.