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Hi, I'm Miss Rose.

I just thought I would come and see you just about your son.

What about my son?

Oh, sorry, this is really awkward, but unfortunately your son has actually been bullying my son.

First I've heard of it.

Well, I'm sorry, he's not going to come and tell me his mom is here.

My boy is usually very well behaved, aren't he son?

Well, unfortunately my son is, he's scared to death, he didn't even want to come in, he's sat outside in the car.

Well, maybe your son is a bit shy, but that has nothing to do with my boy.

No, no, it's definitely your son.

My son, he's petrified to leave the house, he's got bruises on his arm.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your son has been picking on him for months now, and this was just my last resort, was just to come and reason with you and see if we could work things out.

Oh, God, that crap, you came over here to pick a fight and pinning all the blame on my son.

Because my son, I know he wouldn't hurt a fly, would you, sweetie?

Of course not.

I didn't want to cause an issue, I just thought I could reason with you and...

Well, you thought wrong, because you're telling lies, just like your son.

Tell your mother, Trace, tell her.

He's got nothing to tell.

You come over here confronting my son, come over here into my house, trying to start an argument?

I know, I thought I was being reasonable, it's the truth.

My son would not lie, you would not make these things up.

Oh, so this explains that weird call that I got from the principal yesterday about my son, exactly.

I believe your son, well, I didn't actually answer the phone, but I heard the message on my voicemail,

and I thought this is ridiculous.

Imagine you coming over here, all prim and proper, thinking you're high and mighty, dictating to me that my son is the issue.

Where's the proof? Oh, you say he's got bruises, you couldn't even come in here and have a reasonable talk with my son.

No, but you know why? Because he's lying and he doesn't want to be found out.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

That he's a telltale.

Telling tall tales is what your son is doing.

He's not, he would not lie, he's such a good boy, he's top of all of his classes.

Maybe you're just a little bit jealous of my son.

Maybe your son is just a weakling and my son is just stronger.

I mean, I can see.

It's a very good attitude from him.

Come on, it's a bitter horse play on the playground, you know, boys will be boys pushing each other.

If your son can't handle that, well then that is a problem.

No, he needs to toughen up.

He's just a bully, he won't leave him alone, he picks on him, he constantly calls him nines, he beats him up, he steals his money, gets him to do his homework for him.

It's just all becoming way too much for my son and...

I've heard a lot of your rambling, this is nonsense.

I mean, you're going on and on.

You've been mulley cuddling your son and you know what, you're an overprotective mother.

No, I've just bought him up correctly.

You just seem to be a big bully yourself.

I can see exactly where your son gets it from.

Are you telling me how to raise my son?

No, but you should just have better control over him and...

I don't know.

How dare you?

Ah, accuse me of not raising my son properly.

I tell him everything he needs to know to succeed in life.

Maybe your son's a failure.

He's not, he's really smart and your son is going to jeopardise all of this.

By picking on him and making him do his homework for him.

Like he hasn't got enough to do already.

He's scared to go to school.

Oh, please.

You know what, he's hiding out in the car and letting mommy fight his battles.

Oh my god, that could raise him with you.

Clearly not.

We're getting nowhere here, you know why?

Because this is just a big pile of rubbish that your son has made up.

And I think I've heard enough.

And you know what, my son doesn't need to hear this either.

He's a good boy.

He's not, he needs someone to tell him when he's in the wrong.

Okay, do you want to tell him then face to face?

Why don't you come over here son?

And tell this woman what you've been doing.

Go on, you came over here to confront my son, so have a word for them.

Please just admit it and make it to what you've been doing.

It will all be okay, we can figure this out together and we can move on from it.

And we can all be happy, please just admit your wrongdoings.

Oh my god, look at you.

Oh, trying to be the goodie, goodie.

You have protection your son, huh?

Trying to stop my boy from picking on your weakening pushover son.

It's what any mother should do.

Protect their son.

I hate to see him so sad all of the time.

And if you could just admit to what you've been doing to him,

and then we can move on from this.

Do you want to tell her, should I?

Yeah, of course he's been bullying your son.

I've been telling him to do it even more to be honest.

What?

Yeah.

I mean, at least you finally admitted it, but you're just a big bully yourself.

You've encouraged your son to go around bullying other boys at school.

What kind of mother are you?

Your son brings it on himself.

He's a weakling.

He's too mean.

He's a pretty wrong.

He's a scrawny little piece of shit that deserves everything he gets.

You come over here disrespecting me in my home to begin with.

I have no.

If you just kept your beak out, then you wouldn't be here, wouldn't you?

Now you're going to be taught a very hard lesson to not mouth off about my boy.

What do you mean?

Your son should just pick on someone his own size.

Leave my love.

Yeah, like you.

Huh?

Like you.

Go on son, you want to put her in a place.

What?

You can't do this to me.

Yeah, my son's waiting for me outside.

Let go of me.

Oh, come on.

You've got to suck up to my boy now.

This is what you want to do.

You want to, how to face him.

Yeah, your own son is too chicken to confront him.

So you're going to have to do it.

No, no, I'm going to be put in your place.

No, I need to leave.

I learn not to make it all.

Let go of me, you're hurting me.

Come on then.

Say you're sorry to my boy.

What are you doing?

You're going to suck up to sorry for what?

For running your mouth and telling tales just like your weakling son.

Come on suck it bitch.

Maybe that'll shut you up.

Come on over here, all confrontational.

You couldn't just capture beak out of our business.

Now you're going to pay the price, aren't you?

One of the gaggones.

Yeah, there you go.

I can't make me do this.

You're so wrong.

Yeah, I can.

Just like your son won't defend himself.

Who's going to save you?

You tried to save him.

That didn't work out very well.

Did it?

There you go.

You just said you're bullied.

That's not saying you're sorry.

Come on.

Surely you haven't had enough of you.

You learn manners bitch.

You're not going to be whining like you're a weakling son.

He's killing pathetic, you know?

No, you can't make me do this.

You are doing it.

Come on.

Back on that call.

Back on that big bully dick.

See, you're just a little bitch for my son.

Just like your son is.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

Well, you're sorry it's too late for saying sorry now.

You need to make it up to him though.

If one of your son could see you now,

his own mother is sucking on my son's call.

His bully's dick.

You can't do this.

No.

Your hair just serves his call.

You're never going to call the prince again.

Are you?

No.

Oh, please.

This is so now, it will be fine.

I don't think you've done enough.

I don't think you've done enough.

This is sucking off.

I'll have you.

How does it feel to be on the end of the day?

Take your gagging on it.

Get your tits out as well.

Come on.

Come on, make the view better.

Come on, get your tits out.

Oh, see, we are picking on you now.

You're taking it for your son, aren't you?

You're doing this for your son, remember?

You're keeping the bully off his back.

So now he's taking his frustration out on you,

because we're sick of hearing you.

Good morning.

Complaining like a weak little bitch.

Come on, suck up to the bully.

If you want him to stop picking on your son,

beg him to stop.

Please, please, just stop.

You don't need to do this.

Please, just stop now.

Don't be over and we forget this ever happened, please.

Oh, the waiter, isn't she sweet?

Get back on that dick.

We're just toying with you.

It's fine.

You're a plaything for my boy.

He gets bored of his toys for you, so you're a new one.

For him to fuck.

Oh, there you go.

Oh, you love that.

You love that.

Because when we go, my son will be wondering what I am.

Please, let me go and see my son.

Why don't you bring him in here to face his fears?

Yeah.

Wouldn't he love to watch his mother suck off his bully's dick?

I think he needs to see this.

What you've been doing, huh?

To protect him.

Yeah, I think he should witness this.

He should witness this happening right in front of them.

The fucking loser.

No, no, no.

He doesn't see this.

All the beijins he's told already, he's been fucking pushed around,

clobbered by my boy, and now he needs to see this fucking mother,

humiliated in front of them.

Oh, there you go.

Good girl.

Coming over to my house, and this is what happens,

when you try and stick off for your weak boy, huh?

Now you're going to take in the punishment instead.

You've learned a value lesson to keep your mouth shut in future.

Got it?

Uh-huh.

I've not let my son please.

He won't see me again.

Please don't.

Oh, God, you sound so much like your fucking son and these losers begging him to stop.

Oh, you're just a like, aren't you?

You can see where he gets it from.

Come on son, give it to her.

Feed her that big cock.

She deserves it.

Oh, he makes your boy cry.

Do you know that?

He tears out.

He runs.

He's so cool.

He runs away, scared.

Oh yeah.

Fuck her face.

He's her mouth.

You're just a free slut now for my son.

For the boy.

Please make me stop.

Oh, do you really want her to stop?

Because there's only one way you can make it stop.

Yeah, please.

Anything, anything but this.

You've got to get him off, obviously.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, that's right.

You've got to make him calm.

That's the way it's going to stop.

All of this madness.

You want him to stop picking on your son, don't you?

Uh-huh.

Well then, you're going to have to do something for him.

And that means taking his big fucking load.

Doesn't it, son?

Yeah, you haven't finished with her yet, have you?

In fact, why don't we put on a show?

Oh, for your weaklings, son.

Why don't you bring him in here, sitting out in the car?

You're worried about him.

Aren't you?

Bring him in here so he can watch his mother.

No, son, doesn't need to see this.

Oh, he wouldn't be able to unfear.

Who does?

He needs to understand not to fucking tell tales, doesn't he?

He needs to understand that crying to mommy doesn't work.

This is exactly what he needs.

Please, no.

And he's not at my side.

He's too tight on this, son.

No, you can do anything to me.

Don't mind Kim, watch.

You still got to fuck you.

I just want your son to fucking watch.

Oh, no.

Don't say fuck her son.

Put her in her place.

Oh, you do.

He likes to hide open like a little slot.

Why are you turning to me?

You can't just do this.

He's teaching you a lesson.

Connoshimiu.

No.

Look away.

You shouldn't be seeing this.

Oh, no.

You're supposed to watch his mommy get fucked.

You still learn a lesson, too.

That's when you get me to tell him tales, Louisa.

I'm going with you.

Oh, that's it.

Watch your mommy get fucked, you loser.

You win.

You're going to do something, huh?

No, I didn't think so.

You weakling.

Oh, yeah.

You're doing this.

If only your son would stick up for his mother,

but he won't let him this half the right and front of his eyes.

You should be watching this.

And he's getting caught by the big bully.

My son.

He's bigger better than he fucking lives there.

I think you're so good like this.

He's disgusting.

You can do what he wants.

Here's a fuck to him now.

You're a free slot for my son's amusement.

Take that big bully cop.

This is a fed.

Oh, does he fuck you better than your husband?

No, he does.

Yeah, you mentioned that.

That's right.

Oh, your mommy's mourning for my boy.

No, your daddy.

I don't know.

I just want it to stop.

I want it to be alright.

Oh, your mourning a lot as you're pussy wet in the trash.

No, don't be kidding.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, all your juices been beyond that big bully cop.

I should make you fucking fun suckish.

I'm just growing with you.

No, I want to hear a son stand out like this.

He's strong, powerful, superior, unlike her.

Big loser, inferior, wimpy, little white boy, bitch son.

He's a little pussy.

Go on, get your little PDR.

Oh, son, don't listen to her.

Get your little dick here.

I just want to jerk at you little loser.

She's just a bully just like a son.

No, my son was told me you just how much I don't lose you.

Your son is.

He's got a tiny little willy.

He's a little wanker.

You're just joking off your mom.

Do you want to talk about my son?

I'm the big bully.

You're so disgusting.

He's so fucking breeder.

He's going to come and fall.

No, no, no, no.

No, you're going to beg for it.

Go on, say, breed me, bully.

Come on, say it.

Say it.

You're a little bitch.

Just take your son.

Take for his cop.

Oh, yeah, there you go.

I was asking for it.

She wants it.

Just get it over with him.

I'm going to be so happy.

She's going to breed you.

Tell me, oh, yeah, let's do that.

Oh, your little laser son is having a leak.

Oh, you're coming.

No, I'm just saying no.

You're coming.

Don't you mommy get fucked and bred and pregnant.

You're going to be bullied.

You fucking little bitch.

I'm going with you.

Oh, baby, you just did that to me.

Now, both of you are little bitches.