Organizing His Thoughts (and the Attic)

Alex stood there stunned. This couldn't be real. Some prank pulled back when his parents first met maybe, but neither of them cared for pranks. And the contents in the folder, at least what he could translate, were too detailed. Then there was the phrase. Alex set the folder down and started to think. Regardless of if it was real, he had to make some process on the attic, if only to help him organize his thoughts.

Setting the folder aside, he restacked the boxes that fell, then finished moving to the very back of the attic. He organized the boxes back there, opening them up to see what was worth keeping and what his mother should consider getting rid of. As he started making the latter pile, he pictured his mom. Her tits filling her shirt, that fit ass that her pants cling to, her long blonde hair. Then the folder, how she might actually only have been here as a spy. That the real her doesn't care about him, didn't care about his father. The idea struck a nerve. Alex spends three hours, cleaning 1/4th of the attic and getting angrier and angrier. He starts picturing her again, but this time she's more disheveled. Shirt and bra ripped, one tit exposed to the air. Her pants with a hole torn over her ass, the cheeks red from repeated spanking. Then he pauses. He can find out if this is real, if his mother even deserves this level of anger. All he has to do is test the phrase. If it doesn't work, then she's innocent. If it does... he'll cross that bridge when he gets there.

He looks around at the section of the attic he cleaned. Boxes sorted, the area dusted, and the pile of things to possibly get rid of started. Satisfied that he's done enough that his mother won't kill him for taking a break, Alex grabs the folder and goes down the ladder, heading to his room. Looking around for a place to hide the folder, he slides it under his mattress. Even if his mother randomly decides to change his bedsheets, there wouldn't be a reason for her to move the mattress. Next, he changes into a pair of gym shorts and a grey tank top. She didn't give him time to change before starting on the attic, but if it turns out the contents of the folder aren't real, then he wants to be dressed better for cleaning up there. But if it wasn't a prank, if it was real... Alex bites his lip, thinking for a few seconds. "Fuck it." Alex goes to his desk and opens a drawer, taking out a condom he kept there in case he ever got a girlfriend. Putting it into his pocket, Alex steels himself and goes to find his mom.