Olivia sat fuming as she listened to her son talking about his day at school. He was in trouble for something that wasn’t even his fault, but he couldn’t get anyone to believe him.

“Mom, I’m telling you that they have been bullying me all year and I’m sick of it,” Tim said.

“I believe you Timmy, I just don’t understand? These are your three closest friends. Why are they–”

“Mom. They are not my friends. Jimmy was my friend, but Harry and Mitch have always been mean to me. I don’t even want to tell you what they’ve been doing to me. It’s too embarrassing,” Timmy explained.

“But I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on at school,” Olivia said, trying to help.

“The problem’s more after school than it is during school. I can get away from most of that stuff when I’m at school. Except for the mean girls. It’s after school and on the way home that’s the problem. These guys know how to play you,” he said, hoping his mom would drop it.

“What do you mean they’re playing me? Those boys come over and study with you at least twice a week, right?” she asked.

Tim didn’t answer that question. If she knew what they were doing to him, she would freak out.

“I just wanna go get some sleep, ok mom?” Tim said, whining.

“Ok sweetheart. Get some rest and we can talk about it tomorrow if you want. Remember, you can talk to me about anything. Any - thing. Got it?” she said, trying to reassure him.

“OK mom. Good night,” Tim said as he went upstairs to his room.

Olivia spent the next hour, combing the labyrinth of several social media platforms trying to track down Jimmy, Harry, and Mitch. She had used their check-ins to narrow them down to a hideout that they posted from over on Fourth and Connor streets. It was not a good neighborhood and definitely not the kind of place anyone should be at night. Olivia was angry and sick about Timmy and his situation, particularly at school. Timmy was an excellent student and he had a real chance to be valedictorian of his class, but not if he was in trouble. She knew Timmy wouldn’t get himself into any real trouble. He wasn’t that kind of boy. There had to be more to it. Olivia was determined to get to the bottom of it. She was so focused and angry that she completely forgot that she wasn’t fully dressed as she left the house.

She pulled up to the house that was posted online. They called it “The Bitch Bunker”. This made zero sense to Olivia, but her mind wasn’t thinking about the name of their little hideout. She wanted information about why Timmy was in trouble and why his friends weren’t sticking up for him.

She walked up and knocked on the door of the single story brick & stucco house that was in serious disrepair.

“Yeah?” Jimmy said, opening the door. He was standing in his underwear trying to clear the sleep out of his eyes. “Oh, hey Mrs. O. What’s up? Is Timmy with you?” he asked as he studied Olivia’s massive titties and her shapely ass. She looked really hot standing in the doorway.

“No, Jimmy, he’s not. I need to talk to you about him though. Do you have a minute?” Olivia asked.

“Well, sure, I guess so. You wanna come in? Harry and Mitch are here. We’re just hanging out before we head home. Come on in, make yourself at home,” Jimmy said, licking his lips.

“Thank you Jimmy. I appreciate it,” Olivia said as she walked in.

The living room was sparse with furniture. The room only had a couch, a rocking chair, an ottoman, and a rug. There was a large TV mounted on the wall. She didn’t notice the porn scene that the boys were watching, she was more focused on Harry and Mitch. They were also in their underwear, sitting on the couch. Both boys were drinking beer. She was stunned. They weren’t even trying to hide it from her. They all three just stared at her, waiting for her to talk.

“Well,” she began nervously, “I understand that Timmy is in trouble at school, but he won’t tell me why. I think you boys know why. First, I want to know why he’s in trouble, but more importantly, why aren’t you boys backing him up? You all know Timmy, he’s a good kid. What could he possibly be in trouble for?”

“You should probably ask him, Mrs. O. I don’t think it’s my place to talk about his sex habits. Do you think we should be talking about Timmy’s sex habits, Harry?” Jimmy asked.

“Nope. I’m definitely not going to talk about what he’s doing to those cheerleaders,” Harry said with a smile.

“What about you Mitch? You wanna tell her about Timmy’s dirty little secret?”

“Nope. What them cheerleaders do to his balls is his business. I’m not getting involved,” Mitch said as he sat on the couch rubbing himself.

Olivia suddenly realized that all three boys were stroking themselves through their underwear and getting hard. She started to blush, but kept herself calm.

“What’s this about cheerleaders? Timmy’s never been involved with any cheerleaders. He doesn’t even have a girlfriend. Does he?” Olivia asked.

“Well,” Jimmy said as he casually walked over and locked the door. “I don’t know if there’s a girlfriend, but there’s several girls and I think they’re all friends. Just like you and I are friends, right, Mrs. O? I mean, we’re pretty tight, wouldn’t you say? Otherwise, how would you know that we hang out here? Unless maybe you come by and keep us company a lot, right?” Jimmy said as provocatively as he could manage.