Go To The Kitchen

You follow Jeff's mom to the kitchen, getting a good long look at her big ass on the way there. As she begins cooking she notices you staring at her.

"Do you need something cutie?" she asks with a similar tone from before.

"Um no." You reply. "Do you need help?"

Her face brightens. "Why yes. I can always use an extra pair of hands." She hands you a few dishes and a towel. "So. Are you friends with Jeff?"

"Um. Yeah." You say not wanting to instantly derail the conversation. "We both go to the same school."

"So you're a freshman?"

"Junior."

Immediately Jeff's mom flushes with embarrassment. "Oh my goodness, I didn't mean to..."

You shrug it off. "It's fine. I'm just short apparently."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Well it is." You say while trying to place a dish you just dried high above you head.

You stretch high up as far as you can but the cabinet is just too high and you're a few inches too low.

"Here, let me get that for you." Your face goes red with embarrassment as Jeff's mom grabs the plate from your hand and places in the cabinet. "I hope Jeff is polite enough you assist you as well in places you can't reach."

"Well..." This might be a good time for you to badmouth him.

"Well?" The woman before you looks interested at what you are about to say.

"Jeff has been a little mean lately..."

"Well if my son has done anything to hurt you feel free to tell me. It's safe here." Jeff's mom says comfortingly.

"Lately Jeff's been calling me a faggot and takes my lunch money so I have to go hungry at lunch..."

The woman gasps. "You poor little thing!"

"and when I called my mom he told me he had fucked her, and it turned out to be true!" You finish. trying your best to act like you're crying without actually crying.

"That rascal did what?" Jeff's mom exclaimed and put the dishes down. "If there is one thing I know it's that fucking your friend's mother is wrong. He should know better than that." She bends over and turns you around putting her hands on your shoulders. "There is only one way to fix this."

Now you were confused. "H-How?" You asked, clearly thrown off guard.

"Come with me." She takes your hand and leads you out of the kitchen towards the stairs.

"Where are we going?" You ask but she doesn't answer.

You soon find yourself in what appears to be the master bedroom of the house. Jeff's mom locks the door and then turns to you.

"Now, do you know the details of when Jeff fucked your mother?"

You nod your head yes. Jeff had explained to you in annoying detail what he did to her during the car ride to his house.

"What did he do first?" Jeff's mom asked you.