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"Come on, stop being like this," Jade said as they entered the house. "It's your fault for not taking care of it before class started."

"This is fucking bullshit and you know it," Ted shot back angrily as he stormed past the kitchen.

"Nice pants! How do you like it?" Amber yelled as she followed after him.

"What did I just say about language like that yesterday?" Amanda commented from the kitchen. He ignored her, rushing into his room, and they heard his door slam.

"You owe me a damn shirt!!" Amber yelled after him.

"What's wrong with your brother?" Amanda asked Jade.

"He's just upset he ruined his pants," Jade commented offhand.

"He what?" Amanda asked in confusion.

"He was fucking Cassandra before first period, and he's been pissy all day because he didn't think to go to the bathroom to clean up before class started," Jade clarified. "Mr. Friedrick nearly gave him detention when he wouldn't stop complaining about it."

"Well, I suppose that must have been a bit embarrassing, but it's no call for that kind of language," Amanda replied, putting down the dishes she was drying. "Would you mind finishing up here?"

"Sure, mom. Maybe you can get him to calm down."

By the time Amanda made it upstairs, Ted was in the bathroom, the sound of running water and scrubbing audible through the door.

"Honey, what did I just say about language like that yesterday?" Amanda said loudly through the door. She got no response. "Theodore William Logan, you open this door right now!" she added, when she didn't get any response.

"I'm not wearing any pants," Ted yelled back through the door after a brief delay.

"It's not like you have anything I haven't seen or had stuffed in my pussy before," she replied.

There was the sound of some shuffling, and then the door opened. Ted's pants and underwear were over the sink, both soaking wet but heavily discolored by something that was clearly not water. Ted had one hand over his crotch as he looked on in embarrassment.

"Alright, dear, I can see that you might be a bit upset," she said, looking at the ruined clothing. "But that's not the fault of anyone in the house. There is no cause for talking to any of us like that."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ted replied contritely. "But I mean, look at this," he added, trying to pick up his soaking pants with his free hand. They fell out of his grip and he made a grab to catch them with both hands. This left his flaccid dick flopping around, and he hastily put the pants in front of him. "Sorry, sorry..." he added.

"It's not me you have to apologize to," she replied, crossing her arms. He looked at her confused for a minute, before realizing what she meant.

"I just needed a minute in the bathroom..." he started.

"You are a high school senior," she replied testily. "You know the rules. If you wanted fuck a classmate before first period and needed to clean up, you could have been sure to cum in her sooner. It's your own fault."

"But... But..." Ted spluttered. "I mean look at these," he added, pointing dejectedly at the crusty crotch of his pants. "I mean it looks like I peed myself..."

"Dear, it looks like you came in your pants," Amanda replied levily. "I doubt anyone though it was pee."

"That doesn't make it better!!" Ted replied.

"Well of course if you had peed your pants, I'm sure they would have let you go to the bathroom," she replied. "But it's just cum. You can fuck anyone, anywhere, any time, so of course sometimes there would be cum on your clothes. It's not a big deal," she continued, not noticing how odd that was to say.

"You don't know how nasty it was to go thorough the day like this," Ted griped.

"You had your sister walk around with your cum all over her shirt last night," she put in calmly. "I thought that meant you liked it."

"Umm... Geeze this is weird... umm.... I mean sure, I guess sometimes," Ted stammered awkwardly. "I mean sure I guess it can be hot, but I wish it weren't a problem otherwise."

"Well if it didn't turn you on, then why did you leave a mess?" she asked looking confused.

"Umm... look I tried to go clean up, but they wouldn't let me," Ted replied, confused. He could swear that had been brought up already.

"Well clearly if you left a mess, you must have wanted to. You can fuck anyone, anywhere, any time, so of course if you left a mess it must have been because you wanted to," she replied, tongue almost going knots.

"What are you talking about?" Ted replied, now utterly confused. "Do you think I wanted this to happen?" he added, waving his damp pants and underwear at her in frustration. His completely clean damp pants, he noted, goggling.