Kathy caught her toe in some clothing and looked down to see the pouch of Randy Chapman's jockstrap draped over her foot. She raised her foot and plucked the jockstrap off her toe. Her hands trembled. She lifted the jock to her nose and sniffed it. The scent of unwashed teenage balls nearly knocked her over. Her cunt contracted hard. She dropped the jockstrap as if it were poison.

What am I doing! she thought, and looked behind herself to see if anybody was watching. Nobody. She'd expected to see Lois Chapman standing there, arms crossed, a scowl on her face. She saw nobody. The house was dead silent.

She went to the bed, lifted away the top sheet. The sheet underneath was covered with yellow stains. The scent of dried cum and stale sweat hit Kathy like a hot wind.

"My God!" she whispered, unable to believe what she was seeing.

Apparently, the sheet hadn't been washed in months. Apparently, it was the boy's job to take care of his bedroom and bathroom, and it was obvious he did neither. Now she was sure Lois Chapman hadn't looked into her son's bedroom in recent years. The sheet was soiled with dozens, maybe hundreds of dried cum stains.

Kathy didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she dared change the boy's bed and clean up his room. It would be like performing a major overhaul, and she feared the boy might not like it. She spotted the edge of a magazine sticking out from under the mattress and pulled it out. Her eyes nearly popped nut. She'd heard about porn magazines, but she'd never seen one.

On the cover a naked woman with wide-spread legs was being crotch-licked by a man. Inside the magazine, women sucked men's cocks, women fucked men's cocks, women smiled as cum splashed in their faces.

"I don't believe it!" Kathy muttered, pouring through the magazine. She reached down, groped under her skirt, and squeezed her cunt through her panties. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet.