The Bully

The Bully

She just couldn't resist.

Chapter 1 by BlindNews BlindNews

"God, I can't fucking believe this." I say to myself while driving. "Our son is getting bullied, and what does he say? 'Just go talk to him yourself, I have to finish this report for work.', what father says that?!? God... Sometimes I wish I never married him..." I say to myself, angry at my husband for not coming with me.

Most of all, I'm angry at the punk that's bullying my son. Almost everyday, he comes home in a bad mood or beat up, and the school doesn't do shit about it! I thought my husband and I could talk some sense into this little shit, but apparently it'll be just me. I'll make sure this kid won't even think about hurting my son when I'm done with him. I still can't believe what Rob said...

*****

I was just sitting in the kitchen, baking cookies for my son, when he opens the front door and tries to rush up to his room.

"Not so fast, honey. You know you're supposed to tell me how your day was!" I say happily, as I turn the corner.

I finally get to see him, and his clothes are covered in grass and mud stains, showing he was pushed around.

"My day sucked, mom." he says, trying to laugh a little bit. My son always did this, he would always try to make things seem like they weren't as a big of a deal as they actually were.

"Oh my god! Who did this?" I ask, checking my son to see if there are bruises.

"John, again." he says. "It's fine though! We were jus-" he says, before I interrupt him.

"No. Enough is enough." I tell him. "Your father and I will go talk to his parents about this. He's not going to keep getting away with this!" I say, full of anger.

My husband then walks into the room with us.

"Right, honey?" I ask him.

He looks at me like I'm crazy, and he then says "I'd love to, but I have to finish this report for work."

"But-" I start.

"No, I have to get it done by tonight. Why don't you just go by yourself?" he asks, before walking off before I can answer.

"Bastard." I mutter to myself

"Mom, really. It's fine! I can handle it by myself." he says, trying to calm me down.

Hearing him say this makes me feel even worse, mainly since I know he thinks I don't want to do this because of how his father acted.

"No. I'm going today and settling this." I say. "Now, I'm the cookies should be done soon, and I know how much you love cookies!" I say, before kissing him on the forehead.

He smiles at me and says "Thanks, mom." before walking with me to the kitchen.

After we finish eating, I get dressed and ready to go talk some since into John.

As I pass by the mirror, I take a quick look at myself.

I'm wearing a black sweater dress and long, black stiletto-heeled boots. The dress accentuates my curves and large breasts, and I turn around and see it also hugs my ass tightly. I smile, as I have a body that I can be proud of, which a lot of 40 year old women can't say.

*****

After driving for about 10 minutes, I finally see the house. I park in the driveway and walk up to the door and ring the doorbell. I wait for a couple seconds, and then I can hear someone coming down the stairs.

"Coming!" A deep voice says.

The shuffling finally gets to the door, which then opens.

Who is it?

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