Was it too late?

With only a towel wrapped around his waist after his sexually charged shower with Ashley Corey looked at his phone's clock. The teen was surprised by how late it was, almost midnight, and he also saw several unread text messages on his screen.

The first one was from his stepfather Quinton, it was a group text sent to both Corey and his mother Evelyn. The clueless man said he had to stay overnight at the office, totally unaware of his wife's affair with their landlord. Quinton also shared some good news: he got a small raise.

The next text was from Corey's mother's response to Quinton. Evelyn told her husband she was proud of him and would miss him.

Corey felt his heart pounding as he knew his mother was lying. She was actually at the landlord's house, with that big ugly brute Anthony Blake.

The last text was also from his mother to him. Evelyn apologized for their heated discussion earlier that evening. She said she loved him and Quinton both. Adding, "I'm just trying to help our family. I'll be home soon."

Corey was torn between excitement and anger. He felt excitement growing across his body, especially his crotch. A sudden flash on the screen made him sit even straighter as he received another text.

It was his mother again. Corey opened it.

"I won't be home tonight.”

The short message was followed by a single “<3” emoticon.

Corey texted her back, furious at his own arousal for the forbidden situation but also because she had just chosen that dastardly Blake over him.

All Corey sent back was a single emoji.

A cute pink pig.

He didn't know how Evelyn would interpret it. Hell he didn't know what he meant by it either. Was she a pig? Was Blake? Feeling evidence of his own excitement he wondered if he was talking about himself.

Regardless, Corey rose off of the bed and went to find his supportive girlfriend Ashley. The young woman turned in from the hallway just as he stood. The sweet and geeky girl was wearing sweatpants and a classic Atari tee-shirt. In each hand she held a glass of water and offered one to Corey. He thanked her and chugged it immediately.

“Woah, it's just water babe, if you want something stronger my parents have some stuff. ” Ashley said, trying to be jovial.

As perceptive as ever Ashley appeared to notice Corey's phone had moved.

“Rough news?” she asked, sitting next to him.

Corey’s response was to sit back down on her bed with a dejected sigh. His erection and the tears running down his face probably told her all she needed to know. Soon the blue haired teen goddess was lovingly stroking his head as it lay on her lap with one hand while her other lightly his body while it lay on her bed.

Corey eagerly let her, he felt so safe but also so afraid under her loving eyes and caring touches. His mother was oddly lost to him in some incredibly important way at that moment, and it left a clear hole inside him Ashley appeared all too eager to fill.

That idea scared Corey more than anything. The teenager had realized his own empathetic nature and burgeoning gender fluidity made it where he couldn't help but think of both Ashley and himself under the corrupting power of the landlord.

Corey tried to hold back his sobs, but in doing so he must have looked so sad that Ashley began to cry and her pretty little nose began to run.

She sniffled a bit and just for a microsecond, but it felt longer to Corey, the beautiful and supportive girlfriend sounded like a pig.

Corey felt Ashley's arms hold him tight as his whole body buckled from a hands free orgasm. Without even a touch from Ashley, from under the towel, his throbbing cock twitched and shot jet after jet of thick white cum out of his engorged cock. The slimy hot proof of his soul’s lust soaked into the soft cotton or ran down his sensitive skin and soft pubic hair.

The image that crossed his mind that finally pushed him over the edge was surreal and his feelings were incredibly conflicted as his body began to settle down.

The image, now frozen in Corey's mind was…