Jean

“Jesus Christ Jean. You trying to **** me?” I coughed while rubbing my neck. Turning around to see the one other friend I had in this hell hole.

“Don't act like it wouldn't turn you on. You're a mommy's boy, and we both know how much she loves being choked.”

Jean let me go and leaned back against her desk that sat next to mine. She was dressed as flamboyantly and attention grabbing as ever. With fishnet stockings for both her legs and arms, a tight black crop top with a pink heart on it that clung to her flat chest. Her thin waist showing off her right midriff and pierced bellybutton, a silver stud matching her nose and eyebrow piercings. And finishing it off with a black gothic mini skirt, accessorised with a hanging chain connected to her black leather belt.

“How many times do I have to tell you, she's just acting.” A shook my head, sitting down in my chair. “You think she's really into half the shit they pay her to do?”

“You don't?” Jean raised her eyebrows at me. “I've seen all her videos dude. Your Mom's a trueborn slut. You don't gobble down cocks with the gusto she does without enjoying it.”

“I'm not saying she's a nun. I'm just saying she's not into everything she makes a video about. She has thousands of videos after all, nobody could be that much of a perverted freak. ‘Cept you.”

“Slut blood runs deep in your veins little darling~” Jean leaned in, raising her eyebrows while looking down at me. “Dark and depraved desires lurking in the corners of your mind you don't dare explore yet. But your mother has, she's embraced them over, and over, and _over _again. You best accept that fast, lest mommy dearest shatter your pure, innocent image of her.”

I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. Jean could be a real bitch, but not in a serious way. She liked to poke at people to get a reaction out of them and was completely overdramatic all the time. It was why most people didn't like her. She could say some pretty unhinged shit, but there wasn't any venom to her bite.

“Let me copy off your math homework.” I said. Moving past her shit stirring. “Or were you too busy jacking off all night to do it?”

“You wound me. I can do both at the same time. Your Mom's actually my favorite study buddy.” She smiled. Typing on her phone with one hand while routing around in her bag with the other. “But what were you doing that kept you from being a good student? A different kind of ‘study’ session with mommy??”

“Get your mind out of the gutter pervert.” I spat back. Taking the sheet from her hand and quickly copying down her answers.

“Pervert?” Jean faked a gasp. “Now who said there was anything sexual going on? I think that says far more about your filthy mind than it does about mine…”

“Ehemm… settle down now class. Settle down.” The homeroom teacher announced. “Take your seats, it's time for roll call."

As the old man prattled off a list of names, I finished off the homework and passed the sheet back to Jean. She was scrolling on her phone, flashes of tits, cocks and cum pulled pussies filling her screen. A picture from my Mom's social media page came up and she showed it to me.

It was her from this morning, baked and on her knees. With a drool covered smiling face and two black cocks in her hands, aimed right at her mouth.

A whispered for her to fuck off and she flashed me a peace sign. Liking the post and commenting how she wanted to ‘Stuff her fat cock down angel's slutty throat’. I rolled my eyes and ignored her, shaking my head in exaggerated disapproval.

Jean was a self confessed porn addict, and the first person here who recognised who my mom was. She has an encyclopaedic knowledge of pornstar's and porn in general. One glance of my mom through the car window across the street was all she needed to figure out who she was.

But she didn't tell anyone, only me. She confronted me on my first day, gushing like a fan girl while asking me questions about me and ‘Angel’. She didn't beat around the bush and pretend to be my friend just to get closer to my mom. She didn't make fun of me, or look down on my mom. She was genuine. Genuinely a perverted freak, but still genuine. She wasn't just using me to get closer to my mom, she actually wanted to be my friend. Which was all I cared about really. It wasn't something I had much experience with.

“Look at the tits on that fat cow slut.” A voice, louder than it should have been, said.

“I bet the stupid whore doesn't even get paid. She's just such a slut that being fucked like one is enough for her.” The student in front of me looked over his shoulder, making sure I was listening to him. What was his name? John, or Jordan maybe? I didn't care enough to know.

“Or maybe she gets paid in used up condoms? A nice dinner for her little cuck son.” He continued.

“Shut the fuck up.” I growled. Hearing shit like this wasn’t new to me, but it still made my blood boil.

I couldn't understand why people were like this, and it just made me so mad. Jean poked fun about my mom, but she was never mean about it. She wasn't a hypocrite that jacked off to my mom's videos while thinking she was better than her. That being a pornstar somehow made her lesser. To Jean, being a pornstar was a bigger deal than being a Hollywood A lister, but to fuckers like this it might as well have meant she was sub-human.

“No, no. You've got it all wrong.” The guy next to him said. He had his phone out, with a video of my mom playing. Her on the floor, covered head to toe in cum. The aftermath of a gang bang shoot. “She doesn't use any condoms. She just comes home with a body and pussy full of cum, and lets the faggy loser dig in.”

“Not cool dudes.” Jean said. Glaring at the two shitheads.

“Awww, did we offend the little losers boyfriend?” The shithead mockingly wiped away a fake tear. “You can dress up like a girl and suck his cock as much as you'd like you know, but he's never going to share his precious slut mommy with you.”

These fuckers couldn't get any girls, so they pumped their cocks into their fists and poured all their hate and frustration into their feelings for my mom. And into me, into Jean. Into anyone they couldn't understand. And they couldn't just leave us alone, they had to put us down. Just so that they could pretend they weren't pathetic losers that would leave high school for some dead-end job, marry some dumb bitch who they hated and who hated them and drink themselves to an early grave. Remembering the ‘good old days’ when they got to be shit head bullies without any consequences.

That's how these things always went. The bullies never faced any consequences fir their shitty actions.

Fuck that.

“Shut your fucking mouths…” My fingers gripped the side of the table hard enough to make my knuckles go white.”...before I make you.”

“Why?” The guy in front of me scoffed. Turning to look me in the eyes.

“What are you going to do about it?”