A rapping at her door brought Jen out of her self pity. "Jen, sweetie? Are you ready for school?" The voice was completely wrong, it sounded like someone Jen's age, but it also said 'sweetie', something only a parent... or a lover, would say. Hoping it was the former, Jen yelled "Yes" out of instinct, not having eaten, showered, done makeup, or even fully gotten dressed. She still had to put on one sock, she didn't have shoes on, and she had just found her panties under her bed. Her mom opened the door to her daughter's bare ass sticking out from under the bed. Jen shot up, covering her groin area, and got her first look at her mother. She was only an inch or two taller than Jen, had slightly smaller breasts, a full hourglass figure, and a face that screamed 'model' while retaining the youthful look of a highschooler. She was also clad only in a skimpy bikini "Good, you're all ready. Come downstairs, your mom made pancakes." Jen's 'mom' said. Jen walked downstairs, pondering how her parents had her if they are lesbians and the same age as herself. Reaching the kitchen, she saw her other mom. She had larger breasts than her wife, darker hair color, and a more 'slutty' look overall. Even the bikini she wore looked like a swimwear store and a slutty prostitute had a glittery, translucent baby. Jen says good morning and begins eating breakfast. Slut mom said, "Jen, mom and I checked your grades and found a C on a math test. Can you explain yourself?"
"Uhh, well, I... I don't know how to multiply numbers larger than one hundred." Jen lied. "I know, but you could have used a calculator right?" Pretty mom asked. "No, we couldn't use a calculator. And even if we could, I'm going to be a fashion designer when I'm out of high school. I don't need to know how to find the probability of a random person having a peanut allergy to make a dress."