A text from his stepmom

Duncan was just slipping his phone back into his pocket when it buzzed in his fingers. He knew that he didn't have much time left before class but decided to check it anyways, just in case it was important.

The screen showed a picture of Janice, his stepmother, in a cave girl costume that she'd worn for a costume party. There wasn't much to the costume; just a bone in her hair, a necklace of fake bones that dipped down into her cleavage and a fur-kini in a tiger print. The image of his hot young stepmom in the costume fueled Duncan's late night dreams for weeks after the party and he'd kept it as her contact photo ever since.

He opened the text that she'd sent him and almost dropped his phone. There was no text, only a photo of his bed and the impossibly huge puddle of cum that he'd left soaking into his sheets. He'd been so distracted this morning that he'd completely forgotten about cleaning up after himself before he left for school. He was still standing in the hallway staring at his phone when he received another text.

Janice: ???

Still standing in the rapidly emptying hallway, Duncan's mind whirled as he tried to think of an excuse to give her for the white creamy puddle on his sheets. His fingers hovered over the on-screen keyboard, but his mind wasn't coming up with anything that she might believe. His phone buzzed again.

Janice: Do you want to explain this? I was gathering up laundry and find that on your bed!

Janice: And don't tell me it's a spilled protein shake. I know what cum looks like.

"Shit," Duncan cursed under his breath. There wasn't any point in lying to her so he quickly typed in an apology.

Duncan: Sorry! I had a little accident this morning and forgot to clean it up. I'll take care of it when I get home.

Janice: Where did it all come from? There's no way that it's all yours!

What could he say but the truth? That he'd tipped over a two liter bottle of cum on his bed?

Duncan: It's mine. Just more than usual.

He heard the bell go off for first hour and glanced up from his phone to see that he was now all alone in the hall. He started walking to his locker to grab his things when he got another text.

Janice: Something weird is going on and you need to come home and explain this. Right now. Or all three of us are going to talk about it when your father gets home.

Duncan looked down the hall toward his locker and then back the other way, toward the exit, trying to decide what he should do.