My Mom and Bomb

I live at home with my mom and our dog, Bomb. A little about my social life, I am a senior in high school and have a lot of friends. I have had a couple girl friends but these days relationships are so petty and meaning less, I get bored of them fast so I don’t really date. I have never had sex, never even gotten a blow job. Not that I have not been offered, and definitely not because I’m a sap who wants to wait for marriage or some shit. I just was really never into anyone. 17 and a virgin may be lame these days but I mean hey, if anyone has a problem with it, they can say it to my face so I can punch their shit out.
Everyday I ride the bus home, chill in my room and do stuff like homework, listen to music, smoke weed, read a book, normal stuff. My mom gets home from work around six and we eat whatever she brings home. She is a chef at a country club so we eat whatever they serve for dinner that night.
Tonight felt off, my mom seemed really stressed but was trying to hide it.
“What’s wrong mom?”
“Nothing baby, just some stupid rich people thinking they are entitled everything at work today.”
“Do I have to beat someone up?” I asked, getting up from my chair. Bomb stood from his layed down position at my feet and chuffed.
She laughed. “No dork, now sit down and finish your dinner.”
I sat down slowly. “Okay, but if anyone ever messes with you, just tell me and I’ll kill them.” My mom gets harassed a lot. Mainly by men. She is gorgeous and most men don’t really know where to draw the line between flirting and harassing so I am used to protecting her when we’re out together.