You bump into the returning mother.

Just as you were leaving the bedroom of that vouyeuristic man-child in search of the bathroom to quickly wash off the vomit in yourself, you bumped in the worst moment with the worst person right now, the mother of that brat.

"What ?!!", said the mother understandably confused of why there was a vomit covered naked girl leaving her son bedroom.

"Errr...sorry i gotta go", you said quickly as you tried to exit, but the mother stops in your tracks.

"You!!, Who are you ?!, Why are you naked ?!, What are you doing in my son's bedroom, and what did you did to him ?!!", she yells at you.

"Err...i...can explain it ?", you simply replied, but the mother did not let you respond, as she continued to yell at you.

"ughhh, hi..mom..", her son said as he emerged out of his bedroom after cleaning himself a little.

"My Son, my poor little Freddy, what did this nasty girl did to you ?!", the mother said as she hugged him, which considering he's 18, makes it a little awkward for him.

"I'm fine, yesh, you don't have to be so protective", he replied as he broke the hug.

"And i'm glad you are", she replied, "But tell me !, what you were doing with that naked girl ?", she said, upon which she began to yell at him instead, making this the perfect opportunity to either escape while she's distracted, or to try to explain the situation to her.