Mom with the trash bag

As she enters the kitchen she finds Drew sitting at the kitchen table with their mother holding her trash bag dress. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mom!" He yells at her.

"There's only one person in this house, other than your father, who can produce the fluid on this trash bag, Drew Nathanial Wegner, and he's not home right now. I want an explanation."

Drew points at Tanya as she walks into the kitchen. "It's her weird dress! Ask her where it came from!"

Tanya clutches her stomach. "I'm just here to get some ginger ale. I have a stomach ache." She says trying to avoid the situation by opening the fridge and looking for ginger ale or something bland to eat.

"Is that why you skipped cheerleading practice, young lady?"

Tanya slowly turns around. She doesn't quite understand her mother's angry accusation. "Is 'what' why I skipped cheerleading practice?"

Her mother slams the trash bag dress on the counter. She points to a glob of Drew's cum that must have dropped when he ran to his room. "I know what this is, Tanya. And McKenzie called me looking for you because you weren't at cheerleading practice and you weren't responding to texts. Drew says it wasn't him, so I can only assume one thing. Please tell me it isn't true. Please tell me you weren't skipping practice and having sex while wearing a....a...trash bag."

Tanya says "I wasn't skipping practice and having sex while wearing a....a....trash bag."

Mrs. Wegner is furious. She takes Tanya's reply as mockery. "Don't sass me, young lady! I want the truth. Answer me one simple question..."