Since the unexpected death of her husband Paul from a motorcycle crash her thoughts were also about their son Dylan who was always a sensitive soul and with this news Dylan went further into his shell.
Twelve months after Paul’s death, Jodie had persuaded Dylan who was now 18 and time to get on with his life and for both to make a new start so Dylan enrolled into a catering college.
Jodie knew better them to ask him how it went on his first day as he would not say anything but after a couple of weeks, she had seen her son go backwards.
Look for clues she went into his bedroom one day when he was at college but found nothing. She decided to go to the college to find out any clues.
That afternoon from a distance she seen Dylan leave the college and walk through the park. Behind him was a group of boys who suddenly jumped on him, and one blonde boy sit on Dylan’s back and reach into his trousers and give him a wedgie.
Jodie could not help herself and as she seen the attack she run to the scene and shouted at them to leave her son alone. The boys panicked and ran off, and the blonde boy got of Dylan and shouted back for the stupid bitch and her dumb son to go fuck themselves.
Jodie got him home and left it for a few hours before she asked Dylan who the boy was, Dylan would not divulge but Jodie knew it was this boy that had made Dylan go back into his shell.
Dylan did not go to college the following day as Jodie ordered him to stay home but she was there at finish time and seen the blonde boy in question leave the college on his own and make his way home and she followed him from a distance.
She traced him back to a cul de sac which was more like a sink estate and into a house that was badly in need of paint and had a broken window with cardboard over the broken pane.
Jodie knew better them to call at the house now but was determined to speak to the boys’ parents about his behaviour with him not there.
The next day Dylan went back to college and Jodie went to the house of the boy. She rang the bell but did not hear it ring so thought it was not working so she knocked on the door which opened as she knocked it. She went inside and shouted HELLO ! nobody answered as she walked through the house she seen that it was in bad state of repair and needing cleaning, painting and papering. She walked into the kitchen and then seen a woman in the garden hanging out some washing.
Jodie said hello again and the woman came int view. She was what Jodie would call a tanker. The bottle blonde woman had a hard looking face was a couple inches taller than Jodie and was about 5 ft 9 and about 4 stone heavier than Jodie and was a bit like a barrel.
Hanging out the washing and still wearing a ankle length nightie and slippers in the middle of the day and with a fag in her mouth Jodie thought this woman was a real catch and felt sorry for the poor man that had ended up with her.
The blonde said “Who are you “and Jodie introduced herself and tried to explain the reason for her visit. The blonde did not want to know and said for her son Jake to attack Dylan he must have deserved it. She then told Jodie to “get the fuck out of her house before she threw her out”. Jodie knew there was no way of talking to this horrible woman and started to walk out and it was then that the Blonde said that her boy needed to toughen up and needed a man back in his life.
This shocked Jodie and she thought this woman must know more about her family then she previously thought. But the comment was also a red rag to a bull and Jodie stopped walking and turned around. She was fuming. She walked back into the garden and said, “Hey Bulldog what the fuck did you just say”.
The blonde said, “What did you just call me?” and Jodie replied, “Bulldog as you look like one” The blonde then said “You will regret saying that” as she threw the fag down on the ground and hunched ready to attack.
Jodie could not believe how quick this had escalated and this was not her plan, she was a 40-year-old woman and looking like she was going to have a fight for the first down in over 25 years, but the rage in her needed to be let out and although her opponent was much heavier than her, she was ready for the bulldog.
The Bulldog charged at her, and Jodie threw a punch onto the nose of the bulldog which stopped her dead in her tracks and a “AHH!”. Her hands went to her nose and Jodie followed up with a punch into the vast belly of the bulldog and a “OOF” came from the bulldog.
The belly of the bulldog rippled from the punch and her hands went from her face to her belly as the blow also bent her over as she tried to regain her breath.
Jodie grabbed hold of the nightie and went to pull the nightie over the head of the blonde and off came the nightie as the blonde shouted “noooh” as she was now exposed and wearing just slippers and tan nylon ankle socks.
The blonde stood up but appeared to not be embarrassed about her bloated body and her white saggy tits. As she again came towards Jodie.
Jodie reached down and grabbed her very hairy pubic mound. The blonde screamed “AHH MY SEX!” as Jodie grabbed hold of the blonde’s womanhood even harder and with her other arm, she again punched the blonde again in her fat puffy face.
The blonde went back and at the same time Jodie released the grab on the blonde woman’s sex. The blonde woman crashed to the ground on her back with her head hitting the ground and knocking out her out cold.
Jodie instantly went to her bag and sanitised her hands following where she had grabbed the blonde’s private part and then surveyed what was before her. The tanker was lying on her back flat out cold wearing just a pair of dirty slippers and tan nylon socks which one had a ladder in.
Her thick tree trunk legs had been spread in the fall and Jodie though they were in bad need of a shave.
Her pussy was not visible through a jungle of black pubic hair, but Jodie now knew that the bulldog was not a natural blonde.
The bottle blondes’ big round belly was covered in stretch marks and her left saggy tit had a monster boil on it which Jodie would of liked to have lanced.
The bulldog face of the bottle blonde had rolled to one side, and she was showing all 3 of her chins.
Jodie went to the washing line and took of a white pantie girdle that the bottle blonde had hung up. And threw them over the groin of the fallen woman saying that no one deserves to be looking at that.
Jodie then left, it was December and cold and the ground was wet but she had no intention of waking the blonde up from her sleep and hoped that she would be out there for a long time in the cold and the damp and that would teach her a lesson that she then needs to pass onto her son.
