"Petunia, you think that the best way to get me to do anything. By bitching at me."

"Dudley you are my blood. I love you. I love you so much. I'll put up with a lot, do anything for you. But you need to stop this nonsense and start dating a nice woman and settle down. Produce offspring with her. That what matters son, continuing the Dursley line." Petunia explain.

Dudley tilts his head chuckling sarcastically. Eyeballing his paper thin mother intensely before speaking. "That true mum?"

She nods agreeing toward the words that she see as truthfulness that she spoke. He pauses thinking carefully before suggesting. "Alright. What if those girls I bring home are my potential mates for reproduction then? Will that work for you?" Talking about Harry, Ginny, and his new pet Ronni. Feeding their cunt and bellies his fat loads.

Petunia's eyebrows furrow with slight anger as she asks. "How could those tramps carry your children? Last time check they didn't have the right tools needed to make you happy. Cheap women are nothing in this world. Easy to come by, easy to lose. You will know this when they break your heart."

Dudley grins saying the next few sentences purposefully antagonizing his mum further. "Oh, but they do Petunia." He keeps using her first name to drag her and disrespect her. "They do so much to satisfy me. Stuff only sluts will do. They are owned by me. Like how I own you. You do what ever I want. You know this mummy." Petunia angrily raised her hand demanding silence. Dudley smirks lovingly pushing his mother's buttons beyond belief.

Petunia scowl. "No son of mine will become a pervert. Your father raises you right, in teaching the correct values and morally acceptable principles to a law by. You will disown those girls and let them go free. Back to their street corners, and you'll marriage a nice simple woman. That is final."

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