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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:37 pm
Post subject: FIGHTING MOMS
Mom has a catfight!
I am sure that many people reading this have seen their mother in a fight. I am just as sure that some of those fights involved their mothers fighting a younger woman. However I am just as sure that very few saw their mothers in a catfight with a younger woman in a church. Well, here is my story.
My mother is named Eve and she was 45 years old when this took place. 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighed around 150 pounds with a large bust. I peeked at her bra once and it was a 40d. She was a red hair green-eyed beauty. She was also a church goer and liked being involved in church business. There was a meeting one night of the Ladies of the church, to discuss fund-raising and other church business. Mom told me to pick her up at 8pm. Which is the time that most meeting get done with at the church. This also gives the women a chance to visit. So anyway I arrived a couple of minutes before eight and when it became 8:10 I decided to go and see if Mom was ready. Again this something I have done before. I went in the door and down the steps to the basement when the meetings take place. I was quiet just in case they were still discussing something. There are many rooms in the basement as that is where the Sunday School classes take place but in the back is a large carpeted room with a curtain for the door. The curtain was pushed aside and I could see some women standing around kind of looking funny. When I got to the opening there was in the middle of the room. All the chairs were pushed back against the walls. Mom was facing Lynn and thirty six-year-old blonde woman that I considered really built and sexy. Her bust always seemed to be sticking out in front of her by a mile, (yes I know it wasn't but she had a large chest) and she always wore tight dresses.
Pearl one of the older women of the church saw me and said with some relief, "Eve, your son is here."
Mom looked over to me, but then Lynn said, "Good he can be watched."
"What's going on?" I asked as Pearl came over to me.
"Your mother and Lynn both had a fund-raising idea. They didn't like each other's idea and Lynn stated to ridicule your Mom's idea and they started to argue over whose idea was better."
I started toward the two women but stopped, I knew Mom felt strongly about the church, but she also like being right and being in charge. I have heard her and other church women complain about Lynn and her ideas before. To be honest I thought some of Lynn's ideas were really progressive. However I also knew that this was about power in the church.
I thought for a moment then when back to the door with Pearl. "If you have to, get her Mom."
Both women looked at me and went for each other. As they grabbed each other by the hair, one of the other women said, "Please this is a church."
It was Pearl that answered, "This is to remain within this group and never spoken about to anyone else."
Mom and Lynn each had two hands full of their rival's hair and were stepping back from one another. This caused them to bend at the waist, their shoulder length hair pulled out between them. The two begin moving around the room until Mom was backed up against the wall, Lynn then let go of mom's hair and slapped Mom hard on her cheek. Mom returned the slap, without even thinking. Then they stared at each other rubbing their reddening cheeks. A moment later the slapping fight began. They slapped at one another backing up and then going forward for a full two minutes. That was when Lynn got her arms around Mom, and threw Mom over her hip to the carpeted floor. Lynn was on her, lying across Mom's belly and holding my mother in a headlock. Mom's arms were flaying around.
One of the older ladies said, "Pull her hair, Eve. Get her off of you!"
Mom must have liked that plan, for she grabbed Lynn's hair and pulled the hair hard. Suddenly Lynn's head went forward and Mom was left holding just a handful of hair. Lynn was screaming and rubbing her scalp as she stood up.
Mom quickly got to her feet and both women charged each other, and put each put her rival in a headlock. The fighters used their free hand to throw punches in their opponent's face and body. They did this a few time and then broke away from one another and everyone could see that both women were bleeding from their mouths and noses.
Again one of the other women said, "They're bleeding. Should we stop this?"
In reply it was Pearl who said, "They will decide when it is over."
I thought to myself that Pearl was getting a thrill out of the catfight as the two women again grabbed each other by the hair. They stood toe to toe yanking and twisting their rival's hair with each woman giving out little squeals of pain. The fighters moved about the room until they came to the sofa that was in front of the right wall, it was here that Mom was pushed by Lynn so that Mom was sitting on the sofa. Mom still had Lynn's hair as Lynn pulled back and started to throw slaps at Mom. Luckily they were hitting Mom's arms and not doing any damage which frustrated Lynn so that she grabbed Mom's dress and began to pull Mom up. As Lynn did that Mom tried to pull away from which resulted in Mom's dress tearing. The way Mom's dress tore, made it impossible for her to defend herself. The one sleeve had trapped Mom's arm and Mom couldn't shake her arm free. Lynn used this, and began to throw punches at Mom's head. Pearl stepped in between them.
"What are you doing?" Lynn yelled at Pearl.
Calm but with command in her voice, Pearl said, "Let Eve defend herself."
"This is a catfight. There are no rules."
"This is also a church and there will be rules." Pearl said. She then turned to Mom and asked, "Do you want to continue, Eve."
"Yes!" Mom spat out.
Knowing what this would entail Mom doing, Pearl then asked, "Do you want your son to leave."
Again it was Lynn who interjected, "Let him stay and see me kick his mother's ass!"
Mom removed her dress and stood there in her bra and panties and garterbelt and stockings and stared at Lynn as if challenging her. "He can stay."
Lynn did not remove her dress to my disappointment, but came toward Mom with her fists up. Mom raised her fists and they began to fistfight. I could see Lynn trying to punch Mom's bra-covered tits while Mom went for Lynn's head. A right from Mom caught Lynn's temple and Lynn went to the floor. Mom was on her rival is a second and had her knees on Lynn's arm near her shoulders.
"Do you give, Lynn?" Mom asked.
Lynn did not respond but scratched Mom's thigh with her fingernails ripping Mom's stockings and tearing into Mom's flesh. Mom didn't get off Lynn however, as she trapped the other fighting mother's head between her legs and squeezed at the same time she was pulling Lynn's hair very hard. She did this for a couple when Mom let out a scream and released Lynn. It was then I knew that Lynn had bit my mother. As Mom rolled and rubbed her thigh where she had been bit, Lynn got to her feet and started to kick Mom in her side. She kicked Mom three times before Mom managed to roll into Lynn knocking her down. In a flash Mom rolled up Lynn's body and got her in a headlock. Somehow, Mom had managed to trap Lynn's arms between their bodies.
"Now do you give?" Mom asked.
"NO!" Lynn screamed.
Without another word Mom just started to punched Lynn's face. One, two three times she hit the other woman. Then three more times we heard the sickening sound of fist hitting flesh.
"I give. You win!"Lynn yelled.
Pearl was there in flash. She pulled Mom off Lynn and told some of the women to help Lynn. She grabbed a blanket and told me to pull the car around to back entrance of the church, so that no one could see Mom state of undress.
The following Sunday Lynn was not in church, nor did she ever go that church again.
I once saw my best friend's mother in a fight. I was about 13 at the time (I'm 40 now). It happened in a parking lot of a supermarket that was a couple blocks from my house. I was coming out of there and I saw my friend's mom in an argument with a black woman. I wasn't sure what it was about but they were screaming at one another. Then the black woman grabbed a hold of my friend's moms hair with both hands and slammed her down on the hood of the car. My friend's mom was slapping at her but it was obvious pretty quickly that this woman was too much for her. The woman ended up throwing my friend's mom onto the ground and got on top of her and strarted slapping away at her. My friend's mom just covered up. A couple of men that had been watching went over and pulled the woman off of her. If they hadn't have broken it up that woman really could have had her way with her. She was still screaming at her and kicking at her when they pulled her off. My friend's mom got up and she was all disheveled. She just got up and got in her car and drove away. The whole thing turned me on like nothing I had ever seen before. I felt badly for her but the image of that woman stretching her on the hood and then on top of her was an image that I still can't forget to this day. She didn't see me there so that was a good thing. She probably had never been in a fight before in her life. She was a good looking woman with a great chest but she wasn't a hard body in any way. I guess she was about 37 or 38 at the time.
I remember watching my mom get in a catfight once, I was 13 and at one of my soccer games and of course my mom was there to cheer me on. When I was playing (I was always on defense) one of the kids slide tackeled me, an illegal move, but no penalty was called. My mom got furious and started yelling at the ref, my mom isn't very intimidating at all, she's like 5'9-5'10, fit body, extremely big up top (she was once offered a job at hooters) brown hair and eyes. While she was yelling apparently she had insulted the kid that tackeled me and the kid's mother who had been quiet about the whole thing had come to join the argument. I was pretty close to the argument cause i was called out cause my leg got hurt when i was hit, ( I was ok in case anyone gives a damn) so i was watching the argument they were having, the other lady was probably the same height as my mom, dirty blonde hair and a chest smaller then my mom's but not by much, great legs too. Well they just kept yelling at eachother about who was right and who was wrong and all that crap and i noticed they both seemed to be sticking out their chests and putting them very close to eachother's while yelling. Then the other lady gave my mom a light push, my mom pushed back harder, then the other women slapped my mom and an allought fight began. They were both wearing sundresses (at least I think that's what they're called, a one piece dress?) and were pulling eachother's hair and just screaming and pulling. No one was really out to stop the fight since the crowd that started to watch was almost all guys, I had got up and started to watch too, yelling encouragement to my mom. The other women sacrificed a hand in my mom's hair to land a hell of an uppercut to my moms boob, now my mom's boobs aren't rock solid, they're very bouncy, so this kind of a shot sent it flying. My mom yelled and gave up both hands in the other womens hair to grab two handfuls of her opponents boobs, but since the other lady still had one hand in her hair she through my mom to the ground with ease. My mom lay there stunned for a second, one boob hanging out of her dress when the other women jumped on her waist and started slapping and punching at her, my mom tried to counter but ended up just getting hit more often. A lot of the other womens hits were also grabs, so my moms dress was ripped to pieces, both of her boobs were out and were prime targets. The other lady grabbed both of my mom's boobs while she was covering her face and just squeezed them as hard as she could, my mom screamed and reached up and grabbed the other girls boobs. They stayed like that for a minute, both women topless and digging their hands into the other's chest, after a second the other women grabbed my mom's hands and put her in a school girl pin. She leaned foward and pushed her boobs into my moms nipple to erect nipple. This other womens boobs may not have been as big as my moms but they were a lot firmer then hers and pushed them back easily, amid all the cheering i saw the kid that hit me cheering for his mom screaming "Yeah! Go Mom! Squash her tits flat!" my mom was just groaning and trying to push back the other womens tits with her own but not succeding very much, she kept saying "Ouch! NO! Please! My tits! Aaah" Then the other women licked my mom up the side of her face and whispered something in her ear, then yelled out for everyone to hear "You give up bitch!?" my mom responded "Yes!" From here till i say so it's just gonna be back and forth, the other women said, "Whos got better tits?!" "You do!" "Who got their tits crushed flat!?" "Me!" "Who was right!?" "You!" "Tell me why I beat your tits!" "Yours are tighter and firmer, mine are soft and floppy, your tits beat the shit out of my tits cause yours were so young and full, my tits were squashed easily!" "Good bitch, glad you understand" Then the other women twisted her tits a little getting one final scream of pain from my mom, then got off of her, but that wasn't it, when my mom was getting up the women gave one last field goal style kick right to my mom's pussy, which knocked her right back down. The people that were watching before were trying to help now, probably were just trying to cop a feel on my mom. After that my friend brought me to his house so my mom could go home and be alone for awhile. But I think that event changed her, she's been in a bunch of other fights since then, i wasn't around for all of them but for some.
Since someone ask about fights whatever the type and there was a good story about church, i thought I would throw this in. although the fight lasted about 5-7 minutes if kinda of a blur but i will give you an outline of what happened.
It was in the church social hall during service and besides my self there was about 4 other people present. I believe why the fight was not broken up until the end was that everyone wanted to see my wife jean humiliated and everyone liked Mary
Jean is now my exwife and she was a real bitch and real insecure. With a padded bra, nice expensive hose, sometimes a girdle she could look real good when dressed. However she was 50 and without the accesories did not look so hot. She liked to show off her long legs in mini skirts and when wearing stockings did not mind teasing by showing the tops She was 5ft 8 130 lbs, 34b
She hated a woman 8 years her junior named Mary. Mary was 5ft2 abut 100 lbs probably 34b and she wore long skirts and knee highs. She was real timid and mousy what you may consider a real church lady to be
The fight began when Jean wearing a mini was talking and flirting with Marys husband. Mary told her to stop. Jean replied he is enjoying it and placed his hand on her thigh [let me say now that Jean was a real bitch around mousy , smaller women, a bully, not the type to pick on someone her equal] O f course Jean expected nothing form mary and was shocked when Mary shoved her and Jean went down on her butt showing sheer to the waist pantyhose without panties. She was real embarressed and i dont think there would have been a figth except Mary was shocked at what she had done and said she was sorry and offered her hand to pull Jean up. Jean responded by punching mary in the stomach . Mary bent over and Jean took her by the hair and threw her on her back and straddled her. She held Mary in place by one arm and her hair. We started to break up the fight as Mary was crying and begging for Jean to let her up. Before we could Jean got up but then grabbed both of Marys feet and lifted then into the air and laughed at Mary wearing knee highs and a t her white panties.
Again we were going to break it up but Mary kicked jean and jean went down. When Jean tried to pull down her skirt aN angry mary jumped on her
The particulars I am not sure of, I know that Jean was the agressor and fought dirty going after marys breast , her bare thighs, her hair with some punching going on
mary lost her top but was wearing a camisole. Mary kept getting out of situations by going after Jeans hair, [a weak point with her] pulling her skirt uup and ripping her pantyhose. At one point we thought Mary might when when she had Jean backed against the wall her skirt above her crotch , her thighs ripped open, her blouse ripped open revealing her black padded bra and was slapping the shit out of her. But instead of finishing off the crying and totally humiliated Jean she asked if she wanted to quit. Jean responded with a punch to the breast and mary went down helpless. Mary started to get up as Jean stopped to fix her skirt and replace one breast back into her bra..
Now I think Jean had enough of the fight but could not bare loosing to this "whimp" so she got hold of Marys skirt and pulled it off. Mary was totally devistated and tried to run from the room. Now Jean felt confident again and grabbed the smaller woman and threw her to the floor and taunting her started to pull off her panties.
This is when we broke up the fight
Everyone there wished jean had lost. If Jean had been wearing panties i do not believe Mary would have done so well..However if Jean had been wearing one of her girdles or if there had been a rematch i do Believe a angry Mary could take her. Alas, it never happened
If someone would like to write a fantasy fight where it does happen or a rewrite of this one with the ladies wearing something different . that would be great
Jean was an insecure big bully and I hate bullies
Well some people have told me to tell some of the other things that happened to my mom, and i've gotten her permission to post them. She mentioned she thought the idea was very sexy. But there have been quite a few since the first one, catfights, titfights, wrestling matches, one or two sexfights, but whatever. After the whole soccer game incident and going to my friends house for a little while, i was sent back home and despite a few scratches on her face and arms my mom looked fine and acted as if nothing had happened. My dad didn't seem to mention it or mind either but that's just some background for ya. The next thing she did after that was at a gas station while we were going to the mall. Our car isn't exactly a dream machine, it's a 79 volvo, old but runs and i personally love it. But while she was pumping gas and I was waiting in the car some other lady pulled up next to ours in a red Viper (VERY nice!) She was a looker too, obviously faked and baked but still not bad at all, she was wearing a button down tied off at the bottom and some shorts, all of which must have been 2 sizes too small. My mom was wearing a normal shirt and jeans that all fit confortably. The lady while pumping gas was looking at our car and said in a very thick southern accent, "Honey! Hey Honey! Are you goin to an antique car show or something? Or maybe just the junk yard?" and gave off a very nasal laugh. My mom looked up and gave a scowl, "No, thank you, we're going to the mall and it works fine." the other lady gave that look that people do sometimes, the one that says "Oh look talking trash!" and retorted, "Wow, they're really dishing it out in those welfare checks nowadays, you goin to look for a job at the mall sweety? Or just the red light?" My mom had stopped pumping gas and stared at her, "Listen you skanky little bitch, i don't need to take this shit from you! So go back to your strip club and buy yourself a cupsize!" The other lady dropped her mouth open and looked around excpecting to see people in shock or something. She then started to walk towards my mom and said, "All right you flabby ass little hoar im gonna make you eat those words." to which my mom with hands on hips replied, "You wanna try something? Then go ahead im all here for y-" then the lady who closed a little faster then excpected socked my mom in the face. My mom staggered for a sec and then shoot tackled the lady into the side of our car. I had already gotten out at first to see if my mom was alright, now it was just to watch. My mom had knocked the wind out of her and was banging her head against the car, the other lady grabbed my mom by the back of the hair and switched positions, now my mom was getting the door. I remember seeing their tits pushed right up into eachother and seeing they were dead even (as in niether was giving). The lady pushed my mom down the side of the car onto the hood and punched here in the stomach, my mom curled upward and the lady punched her again and flipped her over. Now my mom was being slammed against the hood tits first and yelling the entire time a constant "Aah! Aah! Aah!" with each hit. She eventually pulled herself over the other edge of the car away from the women and fell over the side. The other women took the quick moment to push her hair back and adjust her top. My mom stood up on the other side of the car holding her chest and head. The other lady said, "Had enough bitch?" My mom looked up worried, "Not in you life slut!" The other woman started to go through one of her pockets while talking, "Well...alright then...guess im gonna...have to...cut those fat tits right off!" And she pulled a switch blade from one of her pockets. My mom backed up a step and said, "No No NO! I don't want any more trouble! You win just stay away from me!" The other women started around the car and my mom tried to run but the lady was pretty fast for wearing gucci shoes. She grabbed my mom by the arm and held her while she swiped the knife down her shirt in less then a second, severing shirt and bra straight in half. My mom screamed and the lady shoved her into the car tits first against the glass, she then pushed my mom back and forth on the glass and in case you don't know skin on car glass creates HUGE amounts of friction. My mom screamed trying to push off the car but didn't have the strength, the lady had a shoulder against her and then used her free hand and slapped my mom in the ass. Well thats what I thought at first but when her hand stayed there for a second i saw she was fingering her or at least rubbing her through her jeans and had stopped rubbing my mom against the glass. My mom stopped yelling and all of a sudden gasped and yelled, "W-what are you? No NO! Ah!" as the lady rubbed her. The lady flipped her over and my mom didn't even put up her arms, she just stood there with her tits hanging there red as all hell and now getting fingered from the front. The lady looked her over and said, "You skanky dyke you like this!" On the last word she pushed her fingers particularly hard upward, pulling an "AH!" from my mom. The lady looked around for a second and then said "Im gonna give you something to bring home bitch." Then in a quick motion jammed her hand down my moms pants and i can only assume started to finger her cause my mom all of a sudden started writhing and gasping "Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! YES! AH! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" and she cummed herself and started to pant. The other women stopped fingering her when she came and pulled her hand out all sticky with my moms juices and jammed it in my moms mouth who sucked on them for a second. The lady backed off and got back in her car and drove off and yelled "Think of me when u cum bitch!" I had to drive my mom home then and ill explain what happened after that later. But one last thing, i have to tell u, these aren't stories, they did happen, and i want to know which ones you want to hear. Catfighting, sexfighing, wrestling, or whatever just give me and idea of which stories i should tell and which i should skip over.
Well I've gotten a few e-mails about it and apparently people like the stories when my mom looses and something sexual happens. Of course you really have nothing to compare it too since i didn't post any ones where she won, but there were plenty, just more loses then wins. I also think I'll just post them at random just to keep you on your toes and not spoil the end. But where to begin and which one to tell? Well, I suppose i should mention what happened after the gas station incident, well after i drove my mom home she barely even tried to keep her shirt on, she just trudged into the house, went into her room, and screwed herself for about an hour (she's very loud, don't think i was spying or anything) When my dad came home she told him what had happened and he asked if she got a license plate, nope, so it was forgotten there and never really mentioned again. She was in a few other fights after that but she won those and they weren't sexual. But anyways there was this one fight that started at school during one of those carnivals to raise money (our highschool is very VERY poor even though the town is rich) Heheheh, i just thought of something, for any of you who are fans of it, the women that my mom fought was asian, i just remember people mentioning that somewhere and it seemed like an important pont to bring up early or i would have forgotten. But anyways when i was there there was this kid named, well, for privacy's sake lets just call him Tong. I had never really liked him, very showoffy and a jerk to people he thought were dumber then him. But we got in an argument about a girl, he said i wasn't smart enought to be allowed to procreate, i told him to bite me, he told me i wasn't as evolved as him, i broke his nose. After that his mom came over and started screaming at me for hitting him, like i said she was asian and pointlessly hot. She had the black hair, cute face, wicked nice legs, an ass you could break your hand on, and large breasts for an asian girl (smaller then my moms by at least a cup size but very high perky) then my mom came over and told her not to talk to me like that, then they just started yelling at each other and eventually some other parents broke it up. We left right after and on our way to the car saw the lady and her son again, sporting a heavy bandage. Then they started screaming at eachother again. My mom was wearing a long red skirt with a white blouse, the other lady was wearing a black rolled up long sleeve and sweat pants. They kept getting progressivly closer to each other till it came to pushing from my mom, then the asian lady slapped her, and they traded slaps for a while in a true catfight manner. Eventually the asian lady kneed my mom in the stomach and knocked her down, they then grabbed hair and rolled around on the ground for a while trying to stay on top, the asian lady eventually did it, trapping one of my mom's arms behind her head and the other she held down. The asian lady yelled, "Quit bitch!" mom yelled, "Fuck You!" and struggled to get up, the asian lady then slid herself up my moms body over her tits and started bouncing on them. With an ass that tight she was crushing them flat too, my mom yelped with every bounce and the asian lady kept yelling, "Give!" "Up!" "Give!" "Up!" with each bounce. Eventually my mom screamed, "Fine! Fine! I quit! Get off!" and the asian lady got off followed by my mom. They dusted themselves off and glared at each other, my mom walked up to her and whispered something to her, who whispered something back. We then parted ways and went home. I had a feeling what was gonna happen, a finish fight at our house, i could tell the way mom was cleaning and taking in the rooms to find the biggest room, and no one would be there tonight, i was supposed to go somewhere and dad was out on business. After i left i hung around in the bushes for about a half hour when a car pulled into the driveway and the asian lady stepped out, wearing the same thing as before. She walked up to the house and my mom let her in. After she was out of sight i jumped in my window and moved toward the room where they were gonna fight, the living room. I waited in the shadows but they didn't show up, i moved quitely around the house till i heard voices coming from the bedroom. I got close to the door which was not closed and heard my mom say, "So we're agreed?" the asian said "Yes, no severe hurting, no biting, fuck till you can't cum anymore." I almost had a nosebleed, i peeked into the room and my mom and the asian were kneeling on the bed totally naked, sticking their chests out as much as possible. I could see the asians were dwarfed by my mom's but were higher and incredibly firm, she also had a far better ass then my mom's. Then my mom said "Alright, let's get this started" and grabbed the asian and thrust her into her chest, i saw my mom's tits and the asians smash together, it at first looked like my mom's tits had won, pushing the asians back, but i saw the that her tits were being stabbed inward by the asians. The asian (lets call her kia for now) knew it too and smiled at my mom's pained expression as they grinded their tits together. Then i saw my mom smile and the asian scowl, my mom said, "Beat my tits all you like, my nipples are just plain better then your" to which the asian responded, "Fuck You!" and jumped into my mom knocking her on her back and jumped between her legs. She started to pump my mom's pussy with her own and the sexfight had begun. At first they just glared at eachother while fucking, my mom just tried to meet the asians thrusts with her own. But after a while grunts and growls turned into moans and gasps starting with my mom, the on top advantage of Kia was defenitly paying off. After maybe another 15 minutes the moans turned to screams and the gasps turned to squirms. Then it happened, with a long yell my mom came, with that triggering the asian to have her own heavy orgasm. They fellsideways and layed there for a minute breathing. Then i saw my mom jerk her head back and yell as i saw the asian just put 3 fingers in my mom. Using suprise and leverage she flipped my mom on her stomach and started pounding on her with her hand. With the obviously expert handstrokes it was maybe a half a minute before my mom came again and it was a doosey, multiple orgasm. Then she collapsed. The asian crawled on top of her and began to whisper something into her ear that i couldn't hear, but whatever it was it gave my mom a burst of strength and she jumped off, knocking over the asian and grabbed one of her legs, she pulled it up and went pussy to pussy again. But this time she fucked like an animal glaring the whole time and pounding the asian with all her might, the asian was screaming at the top of her lungs and had her hand rubbing her pussy from the pleasure. She was screaming, "GOD GOD GOD! YES YES YES!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME HAAAAARD! FUCK MY PUSSY FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCKITFUCKITFUCKTIFUCKITFUCKITFUCKIT AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" her and my mom both gave a scream, my mom's was more of a grunt then a scream though, and Kia fell on her stomach panting, my mom dropped Kia's leg and stayed kneeling there. Kia slowly pushed herself up and my mom glared at her, both of them panting. Then Kia looked at her and swung a vicious open palmed slap to my mom's left tit, knocking my mom over, Kia looked down at her, "You fucking bitch, after all that fucking you still came first and i didn't at all!" My mom had lost, that grunt was a silent tired orgasm and Kia's screaming was only close to and orgasm but never really there. She started slapping my mom's tits with no resistance from her besides yelps and groans. She climbed on my mom and grabbed two big handfulls of tit and said, "Who got a hotter pussy?" my mom weakly "You do" "Who got her pussy fucked so hard" "You did" Kia crushed my moms boobs in her hands, "WHO got her pussy pounded?!" my mom yelled, "ME!" "Tell me how i fucked you pussy!" "Your clitty was so tight and hot, it pinned my clitty and your pussy slapped my pussy, your too tight a fuck for me to beat, without even trying you outfucked me, your tight hard tits crushed my big fat tits, (at this point Kia had climbed on my mom's tits and was fucking her self on them) you made me cream everywhere and beat my cunny bare." "Ooh, oh yeah, did you think you were gonna win?" "Yes" "Why?" "I thought i could squash your pussy and crush your tits, but couldn't, even when i was fucking as hard as i could i could feel your clit crushing my clit to pieces" "Well you are a hot fuck ill give you that, probably the best grind i ever had MMMM, yeah, gooood, now your gonna finish the job." With that she jumped on my moms face and began to grind her hard while my mom moaned and licked her till she came all over her face. When Kia was done with her she got dressed, took my mom's underwear as a souvenier, and left without seeing me. When i looked back in the room my mom had falled asleep from sexual exhaustion. Any feedback? Is this the kind of story you like? Are you happy hearing that my mom got the cunt beat out of her Harry? Well give me some feed back and tell me if i should keep posting and what.
Well apparently people perfer to hear about my mom loosing, not too sure why though. If anyone wants to hear a story where she wins tell me, or can explain why u like to see her loose. But I got an e-mail from someone asking about non white fights and i remembered a hell of one. This was a while after the asian incident and there were some inbetween but those aren't what im focusing on now. It was in a very urban area of where i live and we had gone to visit my grandparents, on the way there we stopped at a convienience store to pick up some milk. My mom went in while waited in the car. I looked out the window and saw my mom walking around with a bottle of milk, just then she bumped into a black women who was about to try to get in line and the black women dropped her milk and it busted open on the floor. The black women, (let's call her Eva) Was as tall as my mom had a small set of tits, (Maybe a C-cup at the most, or a high B) and had a big ass, the good kind of big ass not the flabby gross kind. She looked at the milk on the floor, then up at my mom and punched her square in the face. My mom staggered backwards and dropped the milk, she went right out the open door onto the sidewalk and fell. Eva was in hot pursuit, my mom was wearing a tight skirt that was relativly high and a tight tanktop that I personally thought made her tits look twice as big. Eva was wearing a tube top and tight jeans to show off her ass. My mom got up and was already ready to fight, she punched Eva in the face as she neared and Eva countered with her own and my mom staggered back into the car. When Eva approached ready to punch her again my mom dodged it and grabbed her in a bearhug and pulled her away from the car. They were tit to tit in the bear hug and my mom was defenitly winning, her tits had pushed Eva's back into her body and Eva was screaming and trying to push her off. She eventually gave my mom a hook to the face and she dropped her. Eva punched my mom in the tit when she landed, and then again as my mom grabbed threw a missed punch at Eva. Eva grabbed my mom by the shoulder and was about to punch her again but my mom grabbed her tube top and ripped it down with the bra underneath it, exposing Eva's small but nice tits. Eva at first tried to cover herself but then reached out one hand and grabbed my moms tank top and used it to throw her into the car. She then tackled into my mom and they stood there, my mom leaning against the car eye to eye. I had already gotten out to watch and saw that my moms tits were out of her top and pushed against Eva's with the same outcome as before. I looked up and down the street, no one was walking and cars wouldn't notice or wouldn't see. Then I saw they both had one leg up, being held by the other women, and were starting to grind together through their clothes. They were tit to tit, pussy to pussy, and staring each other down. I would had figured my mom to have the disadvantage of wearing a skirt but it was actually helping where Eva's jeans was right against her pussy. They grinded for another minute and Eva began to make little gasping sounds and moans at the peak of each grind. My mom flipped them over and had Eva now pinned to the car and was still grinding her. Eva began to moan loudly and squirm while my mom only gasped a little with each grind. After a few minutes Eva knew her pussy was no match and tried to escape but my mom held her down and kept going. Just when I thought Eva might be about to cum, I heard a voice from behind me yell, "What da fuck ar you doin?!" I looked and it was another black girl, tall skinny, tight ass, and a huge set, bigger then my mom's, wearing jeans and a normal shirt. She walked over to my mom who jumped off the other girl and punched her in the face, knocking her to the ground. She went up to Eva and said, "You alright girl?" "Yeah *sniff* that stupid ho was tryin to fuck me or somethin." "Oh she was huh? Well we're gonna give you somethin to think about hoochie." With that Eva and the new girl (let's call her Renne) Went over to my mom and picked her up by the arms, my mom couldn't defend herself and they dragged her kicking and screaming into a nearby ally. I slowly moved toward the ally, afraid they might have friends in there that wouldn't appreciate a white kid spyin on them. When i looked in i must have takin a little too long or they move real fast cause my mom was already stipped naked and was bein pounded on like crazy by the two black girls. Renne was grinding with her in the front, her tits exposed and her pants off, only in her thong, crushing my moms tits back into her chest. Eva was behind her, the same as Renne, but she had a piece of something that looked like a dildo, it wasn't but it looked like it and was pumping it into my mom's pussy from behind while Renne grinded it. My mom was moaning and screaming, her head lolled back yelling, "Aaaah! No! please no! OOOOOh! God! Yes! Aaah! Fuck my cunt, fuck it hard!" Renne obliged by lifting one of my moms legs, giving Eva and her a better shot at her pussy. My mom kept screaming and Renne was groaning and feeling up my mom from the sides. My mom's screams grew louder and more begging, "YES! YES! YES! MORE! MORE! MORE! FUCK YES! AHH! FUCK IT HARD! FUCK IT DEEP! FUCK MY CUNNY DAMMIT! MAKE ME CUM HARD! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" and she came all over Renne and the dildo. They put her leg down and pushed her into a wall. My mom barely kept herself up and Renne and Eva were just standing there panting a bit and chuckling to themselves. Eva said "Heheheh I think she likes it." Renne responded, "Yeah, i kinda liked it too, she's a loud one, but she can still walk, and that's a problem isn't it?" "Yeah, i say we fuck her till she can't even move." My mom looked up and said, "Yeah, come on, I'll take on both of your pussies at once, and I'll fuck the life out of both of your pussies." The two girls laughed, "You really wanna go up against the both of us?" said Renne, "Hell yeah" my mom said, "Just no more using that dildo, I want your pussies raw" Eva laughed, "She asked for it, let's show her what black pussy can do" At this point I think my mom just wanted to fuck someone, she was just that horny and figured challenging them would get them to do it. But she might have really meant the challenge. The two black girls sat down on the ground about a foot from my mom and spread their legs vertically, my mom spread hers horizontally and plugged into them. They all started to grind and they all were doing it agressivly. The two black girls were at first just watching my mom fuck then started to play with each others tits and make out. My mom just squeezed and licked her own tits and pumped as hard as she could. After maybe 3 minutes my mom was yelling, Eva was grunting, and Renne was squealing and trying to finger herself. My mom was saying, "Oh! OH! OH FUCK! OH FUCK YEAH! POUND IT! FUCK MY PUSSY! HUMP IT HARD! FUCK MY LITTLE CLIT! FUCK IT TOO PIECES! GOD YEAH!" Renne wasn't really screaming anything coherent, just squealing and writhing like crazy looking for anything to suck or squeeze. She grabbed her own tits and started crushing them, then she let out a long "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and came. She dropped her leg and layed back, beaten. Now it was just my mom and Eva, Renne was fingering herself out of the orgasm and sucking on Eva's tits. She said "Fuck her baby, don't let that white little bitch take you." She got up and laid down next to my mom and they started to tit fight again, but they were boxing them this time, slapping them into each other and then squeezing. My mom was still yelling from the grinding and Eva was now screaming too, "MY CUNT! OOH BABY YEAH! SO HOT! I DON'T THINK I CAN TAKE HER! SHE'S SO TIGHT AND HOT! HER CLITS POUNDING MY CLIT SO HARD!" Then i saw both her and my mom make a straining face, they were trying to hold back and orgasm, their strokes got rapid and frantic, and they bother screamed as they came. But I wasn't sure who came first, my mom or Eva, and niether did Renne. "Did you do it baby?" she asked "Did she cum first?" Eva looked up at her with a longing look in her eyes and didn't say anything for a minute, she then looked at my mom who was laying there staring back, and said "I'm sorry, but that bitch is defenitly outfucked." My mom came first, and she came hard, Renne helped Eva up and hugged her, they tiredly put their clothes on and went over to my mom who was still lying there naked, panting and feeling herself. Renne spoke first, "You liked that didn't you?" "Yeah" Eva put a foot on my moms tit and pushed it to her face "Who won?" "You did" "Who lost?" "Me" Who got their cunt beat?" "Me" "You what?" "Got my cunt beat" "Louder" "You beat my cunt!" "LOUDER!" "YOU FUCKED MY CUNNY SO HARD! YOU WERE SO HOT AND TIGHT MY CUNNY COULDN'T TAKE IT! YOUR CLIT BEAT MY CLIT! NO MAN WOULD WANT MY CUNT OVER YOUR CUNT!" "that's right bitch, just consider yourself lucky we didn't decide to cut you clit off and take it with us." With that they picked up my mom's bra and started to walk away. I hid as they went by and then looked back in the ally. My mom had the dildo shaped thing again and was fucking the hell out of herself with it, she must have been horny as hell. I watched as she made herseld cum again, then got up to put her clothes on. I went back to the car and acted like I never left. When my mom came back fully dressed minus the bra, she climbed into the back seat and told me to drive home. I asked her what happened and if she won the fight. She said, "I'm sorry honey, mommies cunt got beat, they out fucked me so hard and I came all over them" she started to rub her tits with one hand and put her other hand down her skirt and started to finger herself "They beat mommies clitty, they beat mommies big tits, they made mommy their hoar and fucked mommy up and down. I came so hard, my pussy aches so bad, they fucked mommy with a dildo and I couldn't take it and i came." I don't think my mom was totally in one piece at that time but I had to try to concentrate on the road and try to ignore my moms moans from the back seat and hearing her say "Mommy came, mommy came so hard, I beat one but she beat my tits and the other one outfucked me, cummed so hard." And had to not look at my mom finger herself and play with her nipples which were threatening to rip through the fabric. When we got home she told me to go inside, i did but when i looked out the window my mom was lying in the back seat fucking herself again wearing nothing. I think that was when she really decided that she loved to fuck fight, and that sort of changed the rest of our lives. Any feedback? I still want to know why people like to hear about my mom loosing.
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I was 17 when I saw my mother fighting another woman.
I had a best friend since I can imagine, even our parents were friends for a very long time. We even lived in the same street. My friend and I did everything togehter, we went to the same school, were playing in the same basketball team and our families even spent their holidays togehter.
One day we had an important basketball match and my friend played terrible. After the match everyboda was laughing about him, but I was on his side and I protected him. But he was very pissed, so he went to his mother and told her, that he won´t play longer in this team. She asked for the reasons and he told her, that everybody laughed about his style. To underline his statement he said that even I was laughing at him, what of course wasn´t true, but it was enough for his mother. The same day his mother came to us and told me and my mother that our families shouldn´t have contact with each other, because I have a bad influence on him. My mother was totally unsuspected and tried to find out why. She talked to my friend´s mother for about 20 minutes untill the other mother, her name is Jennifer was really pissed off and said: "Listen bitch, I´ve already decided, accept it!"
I couldn´t believe what was going on and untill my mother could answer, Jennifer left our house. Weeks passed and one da I went to a supermarket with my mother and we met Jennifer. My mother saw her first and went to her saying to me:"Look whos there, the little girl that called me a bitch." I tried to pull her away, but Jennifer answered:" Yes, and I´ll ever call you a bitch again if you want to hear it." They started to argue and insulted each other, words like whore, slut and prostitute were changed. Suddenly my mother slapped Jennifer and we went out tom our care. I watched back and saw Jennifer standing there totally surprised and unable to react. On our way home my mother didn´t stop talking about what happened and that she´ll ripp her tits off the next time. Of course I was totally excited, I have been a catfighting fan since I started thinking and in my dreams my mother always faought against other women. She was 40 years old at that time and looked great. She had brown long hair and huge tits with wonderfull big nipples. In our family we are very generous regarding nudity, my father spends lots of months in New York, so I´m often aloe with my mother, because I have no brothers and sisters. Jennifer was 41 years old and had wonderfull curled blonde hair. She also had big beautifull breats, her nipples were a little taller than my mom´s nipples. We spent a lot of time togehter and at the beach both women were topless. I always had the fantasy to see them in a titfight or in lesbian action. The next day I had breakfast with my mom in our garden. She was wearing a white dressing gown and a black g string under it. Suddenly I saw Jennifer moving towards our garden very fast. She was weraing a red dressing gown with a white string. I could see her big tits bouncing with every step and I said to my mother:" Mom, there´s Jennifer." She replied: "Aha, she´s on time." I asked her what that wsa all about and she told me that Jennifer ws calling yesterday in the evening and that they want to reguate the situation like women does. Innocently I asked her what they are going to do now. My mom answered: "Look sweetie, I´m going to fight her without rules and the looser has to do everything the winner tells her to do. And you don´t interfer understand me?" I nodded and she starts walking towards Jennifer, they met in the middle of our garden. They started to shout at each other and i ws a little nervous that somebody could hear them, but our garden was isolated from the neighbourhood and i came to the conclusion that nobody will hear them. Suddenly my mom took of her grown and just stood ther in her string and wanted Jennifer to do the same, and she did. I was fascintated watching the mothers with their wonderfull pink nipples. They started slapping each other in the face, it ws something like a warmup, because they grapped hair simultaneously and their heads went from one side to the other. I watched them unable to move or to say a word. All of a sudden they gave up hairpulling and started pulling nipples. They pulled so hard, screaming terribly, I thought the nipples will fall down. Jennifer got more damage, because she left pulling my mother´s nipples and tried to bring my mothers hands away from hers, but my mother pulled harder and harder. Jennifer went on her knees and my mother grapped her hair, pulling her through the garden. i thought that it will come to an end now, man, was I wrong. My mom let her hair go and Jennifer flopped to the ground, but before my mother could finished her, jennifer grapped my mom´s string and switched it down. "Ok bitch", was the only thing mom said. She wated for Jennifer to do the same, she stood up and took off her slip. I could see that both women were beautifull shaved, my mom had a few more hair than Jennifer. They started slapping again and my mom took Jennifer in a headlock, making her falling to the ground. Mom was sitting on top of Jennifer and pulled her tits again. Jennifer screamed in pain and tried to protect her body, but this was nearly impossible. My mom got up a bit to sit down on Jennifer´s face, but in this moment Jennifer grapped my mom´s pubic hair and pulled a hard as she could. Mom screamed horribly and tried to bring Jennifer´s fingers away without success. Jennifer stood up slowly while holding my mom´s hair and grapped her nipple with the other hand. My mom squalled out that she´ll kill Jennifer, but she just laughed and brought my mother on the ground. Mom ended up on her stomach but Jennifer still grapped her cunt and started to spank my mom´s wonderfull ass. She slapped her butt about 50 times and I could see it getting redder and redder. With the last strengh left, my mom got on her knees, and that was her mistake, Jennifer was still sitting on mom´s back and said:" I´m gonna pull your oubic hair untill you are bald. Mom scramed louder and louder that she had had enough and that Jebbifer is the winner, but Jennifer didn´t stop. She looked at me and asked me if I´ve ever seen before my mother having an orgasm. Of course I said, that I haven´t. She asked me if i ´d liked to see it and i foolishly said yes. She smiled and put her free hand into my mother and started to fuck my mother. it wsa the best I´ve ever seen, my mother on her knees, her massive tits hanging to the ground, her red ass in the air, Jennifer sitting on her back, one hand inside my mother and with the other hand she pulled out my mother´s bush at the same time. First my mother screamed, but it turned more and more in a soft moaning, louder and louder. I saw that mom as getting wet and suddenly she had a one minute orgasm which shaked her and maked her trembling.
After that action, Jennifer stood up and my mother tumbled on her back, her leg outstreched."Come on whore, that ws just the beginning", Jennifer said "no.....no...... please......u win...... I give up." You have to do everything I want you to do", jennifer replied. And she pulled mom´s hair, laying herself down on the back and mom had to lick Jennifer´s pussy. jennifer really enjoyed that, and was breathing heavingly. After she was finished I watched into mom´s face, her mouth was totally wet and her red lipstick was daubed. "ok", Jennifer said, "now I want you to suck your sons dick". "No" I screamed, but mom, totally exhausted, said: "come on honey, I´ll do everything she wants that settles the matter once and for all." And she went over to me and started sucking my cock. Jennifer first watched and started to finger herself, but after a few minutes she came to us and slapped moms ass again and pulled her hair. After 10 minutes I came like I´ve never come before and Mom fell on the ground. I thought that was the end, but now jennifer started fucking with me and I did it with her infront of my mom.
After we have finished, jennifer spit on mom, put her grown and went away. I carried mom into the house and brought her into the Jaccuzi.
The next day mom told me that it wsa the most humiliated day in her life and that she´ll never gonna fight again. I told her that I felt ashamed that she had to suck my dick, but she said, that I was her son and she had no problem with that. The fact that she had to lcik Jennifer´s pussy was worse and she started to pul down my shorts and sucked my cock again.
First I had bad feelings, because I felt like a motherfucker, but now I can handle that, aside from that it never happened again. But since that day my mom had no sexual borders anymore and satisfied herself in our house whereever and whenever she wants to.
So, that was my story. I´m sorry for the bad english. I want to thank Jack, who has really inspired me and I hope he´ll write thousands of more stories about his mother, Jack, you are the best. Please write, write, write, I´ll check this message board every day, and I hoper you´ll write another great story as fast as possible.
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Well I'm back from vacation, great vacation too, lot's a water sports like jet skiing and tubeing. But there was another better water sport that happened over vacation that I mentioned before, well two of them actually. Well to start we went on vacation to a rented cabin near a lake, it was nice, warm, good water, blah blah blah. Anyways we got to meet the neighbors to our cabin, they stopped by to say high and see how we liked it. One of them Arnold somethingorother was a fairly built guy, but he's not important, the important person was his wife, Lexi. She was a redheaded curvy girl with a decent sized chest, I'd say a heavy C maybe a D. She had a nice ass and good legs and a very nice face. When they came over we invited them in for drinks and to talk, I was sort of in and out of the room, they weren't talking about anything interesting. After a while my dad and Arnold went out to look at Arnold's boat, leaving the two girls to themselves. I've sort of learned by now to keep an eye on things when my mom's alone with hot girls so i kept out of site and listened in. At first they were talking about some normal stuff, weather, costs, the lake and stuff like that. After a little while their conversation turned to sex, they began to talk about how each of their sexlives was. Lexi said hers was fine, as did my mom, and then Lexi asked if my mom had ever done anything kinky, like sex with another women for example. My mom kinda laughed at it, and mentioned it was for her to know and Lexi not to. But Lexi persisted, kept trying to pull the information out of her, but it kept getting more and more demanding, their voices got less friendly and more forceful. After a minute my mom got mad at her prying and said, "Alright! Listen! I don't have to tell you anything so back off!" Lexi got a bitchy look on her face and stood up looking down on mom, "Hey I'm just trying to talk, you wanna be a stuck up bitch about it, you go ahead and do it!" My mom stood up too, "Fuck you bitch!" Lexi started to stick our her chest defiantly, "Like I give a fuck of how much of and ugly ass dyke you are!" My mom stuck out her chest too, easily bigger then Lexi's, but didn't say anything. I was looking now and saw that their breasts were touching, just at the tips and rubbing in little circles. They stared into eachothers eyes coldly for a second and the slight amount of rubbing got a little more umph to it. I already knew this at the least was gonna be a tit fight, then my dad and Arnold walked back in, Lexi and my mom pulled back and sat down before they saw. My mom said that her and Lexi were gonna go for a little walk, Lexi said so too, my dad told them both they were gonna go for a boat ride in a few minutes. They started to walk my way so I hid again and listened, my mom whispered to Lexi, "When they leave go out to the platform and I'll whip u up and down this beach." Lexi nodded and walked back to her cabin. My mom hung around outside till they left and then went back in to change. The platform was a little 10ft by 10ft floating platform just off of the shore, easy to swim to, anchored to the ground, just flat smooth wood. Knowing that's where the fight was gonna be held I swam out there prematurely and got behind it so I couldn't be seen from the shore. A few minutes later I saw Lexi get into the water and begin to swim over, she was wearing a tube top bikini and normal panty style bottoms, looked great though, nice abs. She climbed up on the platform and still couldn't see me, i was pressed against the far side out of sight. I still looked every so often though, she just stood there and paced a bit muttering to herself. Then my mom came out, she was wearing a bikini I didn't know she had, one of those tiny little triangle bikinis that barely held her tits in and barely covered her nipples, she also wore a black thong. She swam out and also climbed on the platform, they both stood there, all wet and shiny, staring at each other. Lexi poked my mom in the tit and said, "Dressed a little scant even for a slut huh?" my mom accepted the poke in the tit and said, "Are we gonna talk or are we gonna fight?" Lexi smiled ran her toungue over her lips and said "I hope u know what your in for, cause im gonna fuck your pussy raw." My mom said, "Really? Well when I lay cummed out and begging for you to stop then you can say that, but untill then let's see what you got." They wasted no time punching and scratching, Lexi took her top off and I got to see her very nice tits, they held up well with very rosy puffy nipples that were as hard as they can get. My lifted her tits up to her mouth and bit off the floss sized string holding it together and let her tits out. I've seen them many times before but the water glistening on them made it look even better. Lexi lunged foward and grabbed my mom in a bear hug/tit fight. I saw their tits in indecision for a minute and then Lexi's pushed back and she gave a grunt, then she hip tossed my mom to the floor and body dropped on top of her, their tits slapped together with a wet smack sound and my mom got the wind knocked out of her. Lexi took that moment to rip her thong off and throw it into the water, she then got between my moms legs and pushed her still clothed pussy against my mom's and started to fuck her, and she fucked my mom hard. My mom was trying to fuck back but Lexi's bathing suit bottom was giving her protection from my mom's pussy and my mom was getting more and more turned on. She started to moan and squeak, Lexi was getting hot but not as bad, I had a great close up view and saw their pussies duel, as in other occasions I was a bit of a distance away. I saw my mom's clit was rock hard and taking a beating from the bathing suit. Their tits were still rubbing together, but they slipped and slided all around cause of the water, the rubbing made their nipples stand straight up and bump and rub together. I took a look around to see if anyone was watching but I saw only a rather large wave from a boat coming towards me, I braced against the floaters below the platform and let it wash over me, it also washed over the raft and caused some disoriantation. My mom used this quick second to slip out from below Lexi and get behind her, she ripped off the rest of her bathing suit and lifted both of Lexi's legs so she couldn't turn back around. She held one of legs and put three fingers into her, Lexi started to scream and moan, trying to turn around, but the wood was slippery and my mom was holding her good. The most she succeded in doing was rubbing her own tits and rubbing her clit a bit. She let out a loud yell, "Biiiiiiiiiitch!!!" and came. My mom crawled next to her and said, "Who's the slut now cunt?" Lexi got to her knees and said, "You are, I wanted to fight you pussy to pussy, not pussy to finger, there was no way I could win, and I had your pussy on the run." My mom stopped for a second and thought about something, then flipped over Lexi and mounted her, and said, "You wanna pussy fight, then we'll do it." I moved my position so they still couldn't see me but I got a better view of their pussies. They started to pump and grind and i saw their pussies go at it. My mom was already hot from the fucking she got earlier and Lexi had just cum so she was receptive too. But I could already tell my mom was in trouble, I saw her clit get pinched by Lexi's pussy lips and Lexi's just bump her thigh. My mom tried to adjust her position but Lexi held her down, and soon my mom was screaming and she came with a gasp. Lexi got up from under her and stood up, my mom rolled over to see if Lexi was going to do anything, Lexi spit on mom's tits and said, "There you go, your all cummed out, now we know who's got a better pussy." She was about to jump off but my mom stopped her and said, "No...Re-rematch...my cabin....tommorow...pussy to pussy" Lexi shrugged, "Alright no problem for me" and swam away. My mom just lay there and I swam back to shore too, I was able to hold my breath all the way back so she didn't know I was there. When I went back inside she was also fingering herself on the platform. I'll tell you the rest later, I'm tired from all the stuff, and it's late. Any feedback? Any predictions for the rematch winner? Any questions? Either post or e-mail.
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I am 46 5ft8 135lbs, blond hair, 36c sexy long legs and I dont take no shit off any woman. I am sexy and proud of it. Older men can't handle me so I like teen age boys.
I have been in several catfights all but one with jealous teen age girlfriends of my boys. won them all, no competition , wouldn't even fight back
HOwever Last week I learned a lesson that I fought I would pass on and that is beware of the moms
I was in a bar with my latest boy when his mom came in looking for him. She had heard about me and him and she started reading me the riot act
I looked damn good, black tight skirt, red tube top without a bra, red bikinis, black and red garterbelt and black lace stockings with super high heels red
This little twerp had a face that looked like a duck, She had mousy brown hair cut short, wore glasses, flat chested, skinny legs, a black and tan print blouse, Tan pants. She tried to be sexy by wearing a playtex padded black bra but the bitch had on a pantygirdle
She was the same size as me but without the sex appeal
Any way she started giving me hell and I just laughed at her which made her madder. Now I was pissed but I was leery of starting a fight because I thought I would kill old duckface. So I told her to leave before I beat her ass. She threatened to pull my hair out. I told her she had to leave to change her blouse. The dummy just looked at me then said what do you mean
I said this is what i mean and I ripped her blouse completely open , complimented her own her sexy bra and told her to leave . she just stared at me, then lightly slapped me and called me a witch . Then her son told her to leave before I hurt her. I guess this made her mad because before I knew it she had tackled me and we were both on the floor
The rest of the fight is a blur. I know it lasted abut 7 minutes. All i know is the bitch tried to rip out every strand of my hair and also to strip me. I would get an advantage and she would grab my hair or some clothing and get the advantage, I would go for her soft spots her boobs and pussy and get the advantage
First she lost her blouse then her bra. then I lost my tube top, she lost her shoes and knee highs and I lost my panties, then my skirt then my garter belt with my stockings down at my ankles. Besides ripping my clothes she did not fight dirty until the very end. I had kicked her in the boob and she was crying holding her breast. I knewn she was wearing a girdle and I was nude so intead of finishing her off I went for her pants hwich I couldn t get off . again she went fr my hair. I tried to pull her up by her hair and she grabbed both of my bare boobs. In pain I want to my knees and before I knew it she had me on my back with my legs spread and bent over my body showing my honeypot and breaking my back. I cried and pleaded and gave up
She made me say I was sorry, then she rolled me on my stomach. Pulled the shit out of my hair. I buried my face in my hands and cried. Before I could stop her she tied my arms behind my back and then tied my legs togetehr with my own stockings. Then she gathered up my clothes and with them and her son left
As she was leaving I said I wanted a rematch and the bitch said anytime honey. I am looking forward t o it . I will kill the bitch next time, show no mercy
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Sorry for the delay, I've had some stuff that needs doing that I couldn't put off, and I didn't get your e-mail desperado, try sending it again. But anyways with the continuation. When I got back in the house I waited for my mom to come back in, when she got back fully clothed I asked her where she was, she said she got into a fight with Lexi and that she had lost. I asked what happened but she said nothing and asked me to go buy some soda at the gas station, she basically just wanted time for the rematch. I said sure and pulled the car real far out of sight and walked back, as i was walking up the driveway I saw Lexi walking towards the house with a black bag that she left by the door as she walked in I waited a second after she walked in, then I went over to the and opened it and got a good view of what was to come. Inside the bag was three pairs of handcuffs, a large feather, and a strap on dildo. I crept in and saw that it was already partially underway, they were both wearing what they were before but they were now both topless and playing with eachother's tits, Lexi was lifting and rubbing my moms, pinching every so often, my mom was putting her thumbs into Lexi's nipples and pushing them inward. They both gave little moans and gasps untill Lexi said, "Enough of this tity shit, i came to refuck you so let's get to work." My mom replied, "My pleasure, but don't think your gonna beat me this time, this time I'm gonna dominate you good." They both reached down and ripped their bikini briefs off, they layed down and positioned them selves with their legs spread and pushed their pussies together and started to slap them together. I started with just grunts and oofs, but it soon turned to trash talk, my mom started it, "Oooh, your so wet, you feel that huh? So wet, gonna cum aren't ya?" Lexi retorted, "Ahh, oh yes, im real wet, but not as wet as you, and your clit is reaaal hard, that's why I'm gonna fuck it." to which my mom replied, "Uhhhhhhhn, you bitch." and then they were quiet, but their moan grew louder and more pleading, and the violent slapping turned to grinding. Lexi started to sit up and my mom followed, still locked in the pussy duel, they looked right at each other while holding on to the others back and letting their nipples grind and tweak each other. They pushed harder together both up top and bottom, and began to moan things like, "Ooh, oh yeah, do me, yes yes yes yes, aaah, ooh, mmph, fuck yeah." They both started to scream, and loll their heads back, and grind more desperatly. Then my mom gave an extra loud yell and came harder then I had ever seen her cum before. She fell on her back, with Lexi cumming a few seconds after. After lying there for a few minutes my mom said, "Well?" "Well what?" "Aren't you gonna fuck me?" "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck your brains out, your never gonna want sex again." said Lexi sitting up and walking out side. A few seconds later she walked back in with the bag and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs, she made my mom sit up who was not resisting at all, and cuffed her hands behind her back. I think my mom knew that her pussy was beat for real and felt forced to do what Lexi said. Lexi put on the strap on and my mom stared at it with hungary eyes. Lexi layed down and coaxed my mom onto the cock, my mom slid on with a gasp and tried to fuck it, but Lexi held her down with one hand, she pulled out the feather and started to tickle my mom's tits and clit. "You want it huh?" she said, my mom struggling to fuck the dick moaned, "No, please don't tease me, just fuck me, make me cum." Lexi let go of her and my mom did the rest, fucking her like her life depended on it, her giant tits flying all over the place and screaming, soon enough she came again and fell off of the dick, panting. Lexi got up and took off the dildo and put it back in the bag with the feather. She left the handcuffs though, and said, "Try explaining that to your husband." Then left, after she left I left, I wouldn't be able to help my mom and she would know I was watching, so I went to get what she asked me for. When I got back she was free of the cuffs thanks to my dad and of course acting as if nothing had happened. Any questions? Comments? Feed back? E-mail or post!
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 4:44 pm
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Well here's the suprise! Thanks to the help of JSahota, (i don't remember your post name sorry) I have gotten my mom to have a rematch with Hannah! If you recall my mom defeated Hannah by smothering her with her big tits, and now they're going to fight tommorow and the best part is that they decided that im going to be allowed to watch! here's the conversation I had with Hannah: Well I was at Hannah's house and we were just talking by the pool and having a few drinks, i said, "Hey Hannah, you know I heard about that fight you had with my mom a ways back." and she got real quiet and tense, mighta thought i was gonna do something, but she said, "Yeah what about it?" I said, "Well I don't think it's fair for you to be humiliated by her in front of all your co-workers, plus she does nothing but brag about it." she said, "That bitch, she won by luck, if she didn't have those disgustingly big tits i would have won." i said, "I know Hannah, but you might want to win your pride back, or at least make sure she knows who the real queen bee is." She said. "I would give that hoar a rematch any time anywhere any rules. And I would ruin her tits after i beat her!" I said, "So you up to fight her again?" she said "Yeah" i said, "Well maybe I can arrange a fight between you two." She said, "That'd be great but I would want it too be someplace private this time." I agreed, and as i left to leave she said, "Would you like to come watch?" I said "Uuuuh sure, if it's ok with you and my mom." she said, "It's fine with me, hope you don't mind watching you mom getting her ass beat red." I said "no i don't" and that was it.
Then I had to ask my mom, and that conversation went as such: When I did ask my mom, and the following convo took place, J means me and M means my mom, J-"Hey mom, I had been talking to Hannah, and apparently she isn't satisfied with that fight you had with her." M-"Oh? Why? Hasn't she gotten her ass handed to her enough?" J-"Well she says it was a cheap way to win and that your not women enough to take her on again." M-"I am defenitly women enough to take her on." J-"Do you think you could beat her?" my mom got quiet and there was a serious look on her face M-"I don't know, (she was trailing her finger over one of her boobs now), I think I could I did it once I should be able to do it again." J-"But I heard from some people that when you two fought you got your tits and face beat pretty bad." M-"Yeah, i did, but that was fist fighting, if I were to wrestle with her I could beat her." J-"Well she wants to have a rematch with you sometime." M-"Fine I'll do it, she can name the place and time and rules, I'll just bring the pain!" J-"Thank you Terry Tate, I'll go tell her." and that was about it.
And then they had a conversation about it over the phone and it went as such: i was listening and i couldn't hear Hannah but my mom said, "Uh-huh...fine at your house...ok...oh he is?...(then she looked at me)...that's fine with me...is that so?...well i got news for you bitch, your tits are gonna be mine! and this time we're alone so I get to give you a piece of my mind!...You want my tits your gonna have to come get em...No, he's gonna see his mommy beat your ugly flat ass!...How dare you! Your dead slut! I'm gonna ruin that ugly face of yours!" then she hung up and started to walk away i asked, "So what's going on?" she said, "You have to go watch us fight." J-"Why?" M-"Cause it was her idea and your gonna get to see mommy beat her face in." J-"What if you loose?" M-"I won't loose." J-"But what if you do?" M-"Then you get to see mommy get her tits beaten, and by what she said beaten hard." That was kind of an awesome thing to hear. Well thank you Sahota, it was your idea to get it to happen and now i get to see first hand my mom fighting without having to hide, and there'll almost defenitly be some heavy tit on tit action, or at least some humiliation. SO PLACE YOUR BETS ON THE MESSAGE BOARD OR E-MAIL WHAT YOU THINK OF EVERYTHING AT
Well here's the suprise! Thanks to the help of JSahota, (i don't remember your post name sorry) I have gotten my mom to have a rematch with Hannah! If you recall my mom defeated Hannah by smothering her with her big tits, and now they're going to fight tommorow and the best part is that they decided that im going to be allowed to watch! here's the conversation I had with Hannah: Well I was at Hannah's house and we were just talking by the pool and having a few drinks, i said, "Hey Hannah, you know I heard about that fight you had with my mom a ways back." and she got real quiet and tense, mighta thought i was gonna do something, but she said, "Yeah what about it?" I said, "Well I don't think it's fair for you to be humiliated by her in front of all your co-workers, plus she does nothing but brag about it." she said, "That bitch, she won by luck, if she didn't have those disgustingly big tits i would have won." i said, "I know Hannah, but you might want to win your pride back, or at least make sure she knows who the real queen bee is." She said. "I would give that hoar a rematch any time anywhere any rules. And I would ruin her tits after i beat her!" I said, "So you up to fight her again?" she said "Yeah" i said, "Well maybe I can arrange a fight between you two." She said, "That'd be great but I would want it too be someplace private this time." I agreed, and as i left to leave she said, "Would you like to come watch?" I said "Uuuuh sure, if it's ok with you and my mom." she said, "It's fine with me, hope you don't mind watching you mom getting her ass beat red." I said "no i don't" and that was it.
Then I had to ask my mom, and that conversation went as such: When I did ask my mom, and the following convo took place, J means me and M means my mom, J-"Hey mom, I had been talking to Hannah, and apparently she isn't satisfied with that fight you had with her." M-"Oh? Why? Hasn't she gotten her ass handed to her enough?" J-"Well she says it was a cheap way to win and that your not women enough to take her on again." M-"I am defenitly women enough to take her on." J-"Do you think you could beat her?" my mom got quiet and there was a serious look on her face M-"I don't know, (she was trailing her finger over one of her boobs now), I think I could I did it once I should be able to do it again." J-"But I heard from some people that when you two fought you got your tits and face beat pretty bad." M-"Yeah, i did, but that was fist fighting, if I were to wrestle with her I could beat her." J-"Well she wants to have a rematch with you sometime." M-"Fine I'll do it, she can name the place and time and rules, I'll just bring the pain!" J-"Thank you Terry Tate, I'll go tell her." and that was about it.
And then they had a conversation about it over the phone and it went as such: i was listening and i couldn't hear Hannah but my mom said, "Uh-huh...fine at your house...ok...oh he is?...(then she looked at me)...that's fine with me...is that so?...well i got news for you bitch, your tits are gonna be mine! and this time we're alone so I get to give you a piece of my mind!...You want my tits your gonna have to come get em...No, he's gonna see his mommy beat your ugly flat ass!...How dare you! Your dead slut! I'm gonna ruin that ugly face of yours!" then she hung up and started to walk away i asked, "So what's going on?" she said, "You have to go watch us fight." J-"Why?" M-"Cause it was her idea and your gonna get to see mommy beat her face in." J-"What if you loose?" M-"I won't loose." J-"But what if you do?" M-"Then you get to see mommy get her tits beaten, and by what she said beaten hard." That was kind of an awesome thing to hear. Well thank you Sahota, it was your idea to get it to happen and now i get to see first hand my mom fighting without having to hide, and there'll almost defenitly be some heavy tit on tit action, or at least some humiliation. SO PLACE YOUR BETS ON THE MESSAGE BOARD OR E-MAIL WHAT YOU THINK OF EVERYTHING AT
Well it's time to post my mom's lastest most greatest fight ever. As you remember from the last posts I am being alloud to watch this fight, so this time i don't have to hide in the shadows and dart back and forth to avoid being seen, (a very big hassle sometimes). But anyways that night after my mom made the final arrangements for the fight she apparently had to do some self preperation, that included some arrobics, a little light weight weight lifting, reading up and practicing some wrestling moves, possibly finger fucking herself up stairs or using a dildo, cutting her hair about an inch shorter making it shoulder length, stretching, and shaving (you know how i mean) My guess was she was trying to see how much punishment or pleasure her pussy could take. Hannah had been doing some preperation too, practicing kickboxing, also light lifting, stretching, meditation, and cleaning out a room in her house for the fight. She probably fucked herself too but if she did she wouldn't say it. Well the day the fight was supposed to happen came and I woke up around 8 to find my mom pacing about and stretching her legs and arms. The fight was around 2 o'clock so we had time to spare. I just sort of had breakfast and watched tv and stuff. In case you wondered my dad was out of town and was going to be out for about another 3 weeks, he does a lot of engineering stuff so he had to do some oil rig work in the red sea. But in the time we had to wait my mom left to go buy something, i didn't know what at the time. While she was gone I called Hannah, and asked her about how she was doing, she said she was fine and if we were planning on coming over early, i told her we weren't and she was ok with that. Then she asked me, "Jack, you do know that your going to be watching this right?" well of course i did then she asked, "I just need to know, are you really not going to mind what happens to your mom? Even if your right there?" I answered. "Hanni this is between you and my mom, i wouldn't think of interfering and i've seen my mom get her ass beat before." she said, "Thanks hon, and your gonna see it again." i said, "Don't be too sure, my mom is really stoked for this fight, looks like she wants some revenge." she said, "Well we'll see, im still prepping a bit ill see you later." and the call ended. My mom came home a bit later with a duffle bag filled with something. But she kept it with her while walking around. She went back up stairs to get dressed as it was almost 2. I was all ready, had a pen and paper ready to bring so i could write down any notes for when I posted the story. My mom came down still with the duffle bag and had her long brown hair in a pony tail. She was wearing a pair of spandex pants and a sweater, but i knew she had something under it shirt wise, i figure she was wearing that for tit protection, and the spandex pants were for mobility. She said she was ready to go and we went out to the car and drove towards Hannah's house, I can drive but why take two cars? On the way there I asked my mom, "Can I look in the bag mom?" she said ok and I unzipped it and looked through, inside were bandages, gauss, two handcuffs, an extra shirt and pair of pants, a foot long dildo with little beads on it and very thick, a pair of scissors, 4 packs of condoms, and 4 diaframs (not the lung thing for those of you who don't know). I asked her knowing the answer, "What's the dildo for?" she answered, "Just in case she has one." now that didn't make much sence but whatever so then i asked, "And the diaphrams and condoms?" she said, "Well, idk what she has in store for me, as far as i know she has some guy waiting to fuck me if I loose, and if she does you can't interfere, you can't interfere with anything that might happen or that she does to me." I agreed, the other guy thing was sort of unnerving and i don't know if i wouldn't but whatever. We arrived at Hannah's and went inside, we met her sitting in a chair reading the newspaper in a large carpeted room with all the furniture cleared out but the easy chair. She was wearing short shorts and a tank top, she looked at me and my mom and said, "Well then, no time for trash talk, let's just get it on." She reached behind the armchair and pulled out a video camera, walked over to me and told me, "Push the button and look through at the screen to see what your filming, this zooms, this unzooms, get some nice shots." and walked back to the other side of the room. I was stunned i actually get to tape this and will probably watch it later, but let's get to the fight. Hannah looked my mom up and down and gave a little hmph noise, she then pulled her top off and was wearing a strapless bra and stood waiting. My mom pulled off her sweater and had on a skin tight spandex top and something amazing. She was apparently a pushup bra that made her tits look even bigger then normal, probably like really high DD now. Her nipples were also very taut and poking through the material. I started filming, getting nice close ups of both of them. Hannah said, "sigh You know i really don't want to ruin this nice bra, and im sure you don't wanna ruin yours, i also don't want to get cut on all those wires sooo..." with that she pulled her bra off revealing her two firm round tits. My mom pulled off her shirt and bra, and her tits went down a bit, but were still huge and well formed. They slowly walked towards each other, sticking out their chests as much as possible. I followed. They stopped just short of each other and stared, then my mom shot up her hands and grabbed Hannah's long black hair, but Hannah quickly countered with a fast jab to my mom's stomach, my mom fell to her knees clutching her stomach and groaning. Hannah laughed and said, "Wow, that was pretty easy, this is gonna be quicker then I thought." My mom took that time to shoot foward and grab Hannah's long tan legs and flipped her back on her back and clambered on top of her. They both grabbed handfulls of hair and began to roll around and grunt trying to get on top, i took a good long look at my mom's and Hannah's tits mashed together, my mom's taking dominance over Hannah's. Hannah balanced her weight and eventually got and stayed on top, with her hands still in my mom's hair. They kept pulling and grunting and swearing till Hannah gave up one hand and punched my mom in the tit, my mom squealed but maintained her hold and pulled harder. Hannah punched again and again till my mom countered by using both hand to grab and twits Hannah's tits. Hannah gave a scream and did the same thing to my mom, they pulled and scratched and twisted and pinched and screamed. My mom soon found that her massive tits weren't helping her and put her hands over her tits to protect them and rolled over, trying to make it so there was no target. But this gave Hannah a target my mom didn't excpect, Hannah twirled around on top of her still sitting on her. She looked at me filming and gave a dirty look, then she slapped both hands on either of my mom's ass cheeks and gripped, my mom gasped in suprise. Then with the new grip Hannah pulled up back on the spandex, putting a large amount of pressure on my moms pussy and making a very detailed outline. My mom gave long loud suprised moan, "Oooooooh!" she lolled her head and got a dreamy look in her eyes. Hannah began to slap my mom's pussy quickly and sharply, my mom closed her legs trying to stop her but it didn't work, and gave a squeek with every slap. She then gave a sharp buck and tossed Hannah over her side, and shw quickly sat up. She took a moment while Hannah was getting up and launched herself at her again, hitting her low and knocking the wind out of her. Hannah fell hard on her back, my mom stood up and started to stomp on Hannah's stomach, to which Hannah curled up and yelled, my mom kept stomping her on the side (barefoot mind you) and Hannah kept yelling. After a few hits Hannah rolled over and risked a punch to the back of my mom's knee, knocking her down. Hannah flipped over fast and grabbed my mom by the hem of her pants and pulled down hard, stripping my mom of her pants and revieling that she wore nothing underneath, and that she had shaved herself bare. Hannah stood up quickly as my mom was begining to rise and kicked her in the side of the face knocking her back down. Hannah then put her foot on my mom's pussy and began to rub up and down, my mom gasped and gave a low hot moan, then grabbed her by the foot and pushed her back stumbling. From what i saw (and taped) my mom's pussy was getting a little damp, and her clit was hard and vulnerable. She stood up quickly and began to circle with Hannah, they ran at each other in an attempt to grab hair but my mom pushed high and knocked Hannah down but went down herself. She pushed herself high on Hannah and placed her breasts over Hannah's face and pushed down, smothering her. Hannah started to stuggle, I zoomed in on my mom and her tips and she looked at the camera and said, "No islander bitch can beat thes-AAAAH!" She jumped off of Hannah grabbing one of her tits, it had bite marks on it. Hannah sat up, and said, "Im sorry it had to come to that but i won't let you do that again." She then reached down and removed her shorts and thong beneath it, her pussy was also shaved raw and wet, with her clitty standing at attention. My mom looked quickly at me, then back at Hannah and sat down and spread her legs, Hannah did the same and they crabwalked towards eachother and let their pussies interlock, they both gasped at the lack of hair and quickly began to grind together, i got a nice overhead view and alternated between that and their strained faces, contorted with pleasure. They both started to moan and gasp, grinding faster and trash talking each other about how wet the other was and how much they were gonna fuck the other, "I feel your pussy juice running, it's so warm" "Yeah yeah yeah fuck that pussy fuck it good" "Im gonna fuck you so hard, ur gonna cum your brains out" Hannah soon began to moan louder and reached down and rubbed her clit, my mom saw and said, "Oh yeah, u know u like it, just cum for me, cum hard." Hannah all of a sudden gasped and pushed backwards seperating their pussies. My mom gave a moan of dissappointment, and looked at her pleadingly. Hannah quickly stuggled back to the chair and reached under it and pulled out a dildo, foot long and wide, same size as the one my mom had. She jumped at my mom's exposed pussy and plunged it in, holding one of her legs to prevent escape. She pushed a switch on the back and it began to vibrate, my mom layed back hard and arched her back, squeezing her tits and screaming with pleasure and pushing to meet Hannah's thrusts. I zoomed in and got to see my mom penetrated by a huge dildo dripping her juice on the carpet. Hannah looked on her work with lust in her eyes, while my mom bucked and writhed not trying to prevent the fucking at all, at this point she just wanted it, and wanted it hard. She screamed encouragement to Hannah, "Fuck it fuck me, fuck my cunny, make me cum please!" She let out a long scream and cummed all over the dildo and i got a great shot of her cumming and her orgasm face, very hot. Hannah pulled it out of my mom, and licked up the dildo for the camera, sucking off my moms hot cum. My mom gasping and quivering crawled back to the bag she brought and pulled out her own dildo. She crawled back towards Hannah, who hadn't seen her get the dildo and said, "Well slut, what do you think we should do with you first? Make you eat me? Or do you need to cum again?" My mom thrust her hands foward and pushed up on her knees pushing Hannah on her back. Hannah gasped and my mom pushed the dildo into Hannah's wet pussy and pumped her the same way Hannah did, minus the vibration. Hannah had the same reaction as my mom, gasping and fucking the dildo, but put the one she had in her mouth and sucked hard. (Best day of my life) Soon she pulled the dildo out of her mouth and screamed and cummed, both of which I got a good shot of. Hannah as she came kicked out and caught my mom in the chest knocking her down and the dildo out of her. They both sat up and just looked at each other with lust. This was becoming just a lesbian fuck scene. No complaints here. Hannah looked at my mom and slowly breathed out, "So, this is the way it is, fine then, after ur done, im gonna make you my personal fuck toy." my mom looked at her and said, "Fine I'll be your hot little fuck toy, but if i win it's just the same, you'll be my pussy slave." Hannah thought for a second and crawled back towards my mom along side of her. They were in reverse directions so when Hannah rolled over she had my mom's pussy right in her face and vice versa. So now they were in the 69 position and they slowly pused their dildos into each others wet and ready pussy. I couldn't decide what to keep the camera on, my mom's pussy getting fucked and Hannah's face of pleasure, or Hannah's pussy and my mom's face in pleasure. So i just went back and forth. They kept pumping and licking and fingering and moaning and dripping hot love fluid. And when they saw the camera on them i think it made them even hotter, well for my mom at least. They fucked and fucked and cummed and cummed. Then with one final screech my mom came, and her arms fell limp and she gasped, "No! No more! Please!" Hannah rolled off and started to gasp and pant. She looked up at me and said "You got that right?" i dumbly nodded and she said good. Then she got up on her knees and gave me a little camera man favor pay while my mom just watched. After that she asked me to leave while she took care of business, i was going to object but my mom said, "Go jack, mommy tits were beat, and my pussy is so raw and hot, but she won, and we agreed so please leave, i don't need you to see what she'll do to mommy's pussy." Hannah whispered to me that she wouldn't hurt her very badly as i walked out the door, and then she gave me the tape and said, "Maybe this'll keep you busy till i give her back." And then went back inside. skip ahead, my mom was returned on tuesday morning in black leather lingerie with a collar around her neck with a leash by Hannah, who was wearing normal clothes. My mom i could tell had just recently cum, and when Hannah released the leash she ran upstairs sobbing tearing off the leather clothes. Hannah handed me 3 other cassete tapes and said, "Thanks for the fight, take a nice look at these with your mom sometime, or give them to your dad for fathers day, he may buy you a nice new car for it." Then she smiled and skipped away. And i did look at the tapes with my mom (who combined a bit of sobbing and masturbation while watching) And when i mentioned i was going to post it she told me to tell you that she would like to answer any questions you have for her. Just e-mail me with the title "Anything goes" and i'll know it's for her and let her read it and answer. Or e-mail me for comments or questions,
till next time, fuck fight, good night!
I was only ten years old when I saw my mother and stepmother get into a catfight.
My mom, whose name is Dottie, was going through a nasty divorce from my father.
Vivian, my future stepmother, who used to be our next door neighbor, was returning me to my mom after a day with her and Dad.
We'd spent the day at the old boardwalk in Santa Monica and were getting home after dark.
My dad worked evenings as the night manager at a supermarket so Vivian offered to drop me off at Mom's house.
Mom was thirty-five with soft blonde hair.
Vivian is a redhead and was, surprise, older than Mom at thirty-seven.
Both of them were both tall and buxom and could lose more than a couple of pounds by today's standards.
We lived in the Valley (that's San Fernando to all of you who aren't familiar with southern California) and hit a lot of traffic on our way home.
As a consequence we got home later than was planned.
Mom was furious!
She said dinner was ruined and was even more pissed when she heard I'd eaten already.
Vivian was having none of it as she was tired from a hot summer day and a bad drive in traffic.
Both had lots of make-up on with bright red lipstick and long red fingernails and were in long starchy summer dresses and pumps.
I already knew that the two of them didn't like each other because they'd already had some angry exchanges in front of our house when Mom first found out about the redhead and Dad.
This time, however, they were both angrier than I'd ever seen them.
They were screaming face to face in our living room at the top of their lungs.
I'm sure our other neighbor's must have heard them.
Though I'm excited as I recount what was happening, as a ten year old boy I was scared out of my wits and watched the whole event while cowering behind security of our big soft living room couch.
Vivian yelled, "I never liked you, Dottie!"
Sticking her finger into Vivian's chest, Mom screamed back, "And you're nothing but a man-stealing whore, Vivian!"
"You'd better get your fucking finger out of my tit's, Bitch!"
"Or what?!!!" my mother demanded as she pushed her finger deeper into the redhead's chest.
Vivian grabbed Mom's finger and attempted to bring it to her mouth and bite it.
She didn't succeed but the fight was on!
They grabbed each other by the hair and began throwing each other around the room, knocking over whatever came in their path.
Almost faster than I could see, they raked each other down the face with their long nails.
Up until that point, where they were tangled up in the fight, they were actually pretty quiet. Except for the odd gasp and squeal.
Both of them shrieked, however, when their nails came into play.
A scant moment passed when their wounds started welling with blood and seeping down their faces!
I was scared shitless.
Mom and Vivian were so angry that they started to cry.
They were both sobbing and I could see their tears running from their eyes and noses. Their blood was also flowing freely down their cheeks.
But both women were still determined to keep fighting her big rival.
They fell down against the couch that I was crouching behind. But instead of fighting on it like in most of the videos I've seen, they almost immediately rolled down to the floor.
My memory might be playing tricks on me, but I'd swear that they were so close that their soft hair brushed against my face.
And I still smell their perfumes in my nostrils.
But just like the videos and stories I've read, the actually did start to roll over each other a couple of times.
But unlike the movies, it was slow and they were both kicking and struggling hard to keep the other woman from getting the dominant position.
And also unlike the videos I've seen, they never once tried to strip each other.
With their hands firmly planted in each other's hair and yanking hard while fighting for the upper hand, however, their stiff summer dresses and petticoats rode up to their waists.
I rose up to see them fighting on the carpet.
I saw their legs flailing in and out from between her rival's. They were both wearing nylon stockings and garterbelts as their open-toed shoes alternately moved from being in the air to catching a patch of carpet with their heels and pushing them over again.
They both had on flesh-colored nylons but Vivian had on black lacy panties and garterbelt and Mom wore a pair of white satin panties and a plain white garterbelt.
Like I said before, my memory might be enhanced by my imagination but I'm sure I could see both their panties starting to roll up and creep up their big, round asses.
Something else I've never seen in a catfight video was that without hesitating they grabbed anything they could from the fallen furniture off the floor and began hitting each other in the face and head with whatever they could get their hands on.
I'm glad we didn't have a fireplace.
Because if they would've got their hands on something really sharp and dangerous, I'm sure that at that very moment Mom and Vivian would be glad to kill her tormentor.
I don't know how much longer the fight might've lasted when the cops pulled into our driveway and pounded on our front door.
They soon came in and began the task of separating the two crying but still furious women.
Mom and Vivian put up quite a struggle not to be pulled apart.
But I think that they were almost actually relieved that someone had come to put a stop to their fight.
They both looked like hell, all bloody with hair missing and dresses torn and disheveled.
But that didn't stop them from yelling threats at each other from the other side of the room and trying to get back at one another as the cops interviewed them and tried to calm the distraught women down.
The living room looked almost as bad with broken glass and furniture and red and blonde hair all strewn about.
Both my dad and Vivian and my mom threatened legal action against each other but when they found out that the courts would put me into foster care until the case was settled they decided to drop their lawsuits.
Mom and Vivian hadn't seen or spoken to one another much until my dad's funeral last May.
And even then it ended in harsh words and everyone at the funeral could tell that the two sixty-year old women still couldn't stand one another.
The details of their fight might are probably half fictionalized in my memory.
I recounted the fight over and over in my head while I masturbated in adolescence and I've more than likely added a bit here and there to it as time has gone by.
But the fact is that both women to this day carry very ugly scars on their faces from that fight so many years ago.
As happens in many mother/son, and even stepmother/stepson relationship, we've grown much more candid in our conversations.
Not long ago both women admitted that they knew I masturbated to the thought of their catfight all through my puberty and said nothing about it back then.
In fact we didn't ever acknowledge that they even had a fight until as recently as this year.
Vivian and Mom are both okay with the fact that I like women fighting and that I'm sending this letter.
I've also found out that neither of them was really satisfied with how it ended.
I asked both of them separately if given the opportunity they'd like another crack at each other, and both of them said, "yes!"
I don't know if it will ever happen.
But seeing them glare at each other whenever they're put in the same room, makes me realize that it could happen.
And whenever I have any trouble getting my motor going, I'll think about the two still sexy senior gals getting into another catfight.
My wife knows it too whenever my penis jumps up unexpectedly during sex.
John D
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I was only ten years old when I saw my mother and stepmother get into a catfight.
My mom, whose name is Dottie, was going through a nasty divorce from my father.
Vivian, my future stepmother, who used to be our next door neighbor, was returning me to my mom after a day with her and Dad.
We had spent the day at the old boardwalk in Santa Monica and were getting home after dark.
My dad worked evenings as the night manager at a supermarket so Vivian offered to drop me off at house where my Mom lived.
Mom was thirty-five with soft blonde hair.
Vivian is a redhead and was, surprise, older than Mom at thirty-seven.
Both of them were both tall and buxom and could lose more than a couple of pounds by contemporary standards.
We lived in the Valley (that is San Fernando to all of you who are not familiar with southern California) and hit a lot of traffic on our way home.
As a consequence we got home later than was planned.
Mom was furious!
She said dinner was ruined and was even more pissed when she heard I had eaten already.
Vivian was having none of it as she was tired from a hot summer day and a bad drive in traffic.
Both had lots of make-up on with bright red lipstick and long red fingernails and were in long starchy summer dresses and pumps.
I already knew that the two of them did not like each other because they had already had some angry exchanges in front of our house when Mom first found out about the redhead and Dad.
This time, however, they were both angrier than I had ever seen them.
They were screaming face to face in our living room at the top of their lungs.
I am sure our other neighbors must have heard them.
Though I am excited as I recount what was happening, as a ten year old boy I was scared out of my wits and watched the whole event while cowering behind security of our big soft living room couch.
Vivian yelled, I never liked you, Dottie!
Sticking her finger into the chest of Vivian, Mom screamed back, And you are nothing but a man-stealing whore, Vivian!
You had better get your fucking finger out of my tits, Bitch!
Or what?!!! my mother demanded as she pushed her finger deeper into the chest of the redhead.
Vivian grabbed the finger and attempted to bring it to her mouth and bite it.
She did not succeed but the fight was on!
They grabbed each other by the hair and began throwing each other around the room, knocking over whatever came in their path.
Almost faster than I could see, they raked each other down the face with their long nails.
Up until that point, where they were tangled up in the fight, they were actually pretty quiet. Except for the odd gasp and squeal.
Both of them shrieked, however, when their nails came into play.
A scant moment passed when their wounds started welling with blood and seeping down their faces!
I was scared shitless.
Mom and Vivian were so angry that they started to cry.
They were both sobbing and I could see their tears running from their eyes and noses. Their blood was flowing slowly down their cheeks.
But both women were still determined to keep fighting her big rival.
They both fell down against the couch where I was crouching behind. But instead of fighting on it like in most of the videos I have seen, they almost immediately rolled down to the floor.
My memory might be playing tricks on me, but I had swear that they were so close that their soft hair brushed against my face.
And I still smell their perfumes in my nostrils.
But just like the videos and stories I have read, the actually did start to roll over each other a couple of times.
But unlike the movies, it was slow and they were both kicking and struggling hard to keep the other woman from getting the dominant position.
And also unlike the videos I have seen, they never once tried to strip each other.
With their hands firmly planted in each their respective scalps and yanking hard while fighting for the upper hand, however, their stiff summer dresses and petticoats rode up to their waists.
I rose up to see them fighting on the carpet.
I saw their legs flailing in and out from between that of her rival. They were both wearing nylon stockings and garterbelts as their open-toed shoes alternately moved from being in the air to catching a patch of carpet with their heels and pushing them over again.
They both had on flesh-colored nylons but Vivian had on black lacy panties and garterbelt and Mom wore a pair of white satin panties and a plain white garterbelt.
Like I said before, my memory might be enhanced by my imagination but I am sure I could see both their panties starting to roll up and creep up their big, round asses.
Something else I have never seen in a catfight video was that without hesitating they grabbed anything they could from the fallen furniture off the floor and began hitting each other in the face and head with whatever they could get their hands on.
I am glad we did not have a fireplace.
Because if they would have got their hands on something really sharp and dangerous, I am sure that at that very moment Mom and Vivian would be glad to kill her tormentor.
I do not know how much longer the fight might have lasted when the cops pulled into our driveway and pounded on our front door.
They soon came in and began the task of separating the two crying but still furious women.
Mom and Vivian put up quite a struggle not to be pulled apart.
But I think that they were almost actually relieved that someone had come to put a stop to their fight.
They both looked like hell, all bloody with hair missing and dresses torn and disheveled.
But that did not stop them from yelling threats at each other from the other side of the room and trying to get back at one another as the cops interviewed them and tried to calm the distraught women down.
The living room looked almost as bad with broken glass and furniture and red and blonde hair all strewn about.
Both my dad and Vivian and my mom threatened legal action against each other but when they found out that the courts would put me into foster care until the case was settled they decided to drop their lawsuits.
Mom and Vivian had not seen or spoken to one another much until funeral of my dad last May.
And even then it ended in harsh words and everyone at the funeral could tell that the two sixty-year old women still could not stand one another.
The details of their fight might are probably half fictionalized in my memory.
I recounted the fight over and over in my head while I masturbated in adolescence and I have more than likely added a bit here and there to it as time has gone by.
But the fact is that both women to this day carry very ugly scars on their faces from that fight so many years ago.
As happens in many mother/son, and even stepmother/stepson relationship, we have grown much more candid in our conversations.
Not long ago both women admitted that they knew I masturbated to the thought of their catfight all through my puberty and said nothing about it back then.
In fact we did not ever acknowledge that they even had a fight until as recently as this year.
Vivian and Mom are both okay with the fact that I like women fighting and that I am sending this letter.
I have also found out that neither of them was really satisfied with how it ended.
I asked both of them separately if given the opportunity they had like another crack at each other, and both of them answered with a resounding, yes!
I do not know if it will ever happen.
But seeing them glare at each other whenever they are put in the same room, makes me realize that it could happen.
And whenever I have any trouble getting my motor going, I will think about the two still sexy senior gals getting into another catfight.
My wife knows it too whenever my penis jumps up unexpectedly during sex.
John D
My mom's name is Eva and she was at the beach one day with me and my sister. We were hanging around the beach all day. We then were walking on the beach and my mom was wearing a teeny weenie bikini. It was very revealing! We then saw this lady about the same age as my mom and were the same height and weight. She had about the same size chest as my mom. She was wearing a bikini like my mom as well. She had a child of her own about my sister's age 9. They were building a sand castle. I and my sister were then playing Frisbee while my mom was lying in the sun. Then I threw the Frisbee hard and my sister accidentally hit the sand castle the other mom was making with her child. That mom then became furious and called me and my sister little bitches. Then my mom heard all of the commotion and came over to see what was going on. The lady then started yelling at my mom. My mom said it was an accident and we didn't mean it. She then called my mom a bitch, which triggered her off. She then told the lady she better turn away and leave with her kid before this gets violent. She then said bring it on bitch. My mom then told me and my sister to go wait by the car. I refused and she didn't care. My mom then gave me all the belonging and started stretching. The other lady started stretching as well. They then took off their sandals and were barefoot and were ready to rumble. My mom charged at the lady and they both toppled over. They were rolling over each other trying to get on the top. They were pulling hair at the same time. They then got back up and tackled each other again and was going at it punching kicking and swearing. They then got into a bear hug with both of their tits rubbing together. The lady then tripped my mom and got her into a scissors hold. My mom then used her feet to kick the other ladies feet off. They then started to lock again and pull hair. They kept stepping on each others feet. Then they fell again still going at it. Then they started a tit fight. They both had pretty large tits. My mom then threw in a punch and the lady blocked it. Then the life guards came to break it up. They both were breathing hard and threatening each other after the fight. My mom said she wanted a rematch and I assume there will be one.
I opened the front door and closed it behind me. I was with my girlfriend Lisa, and we decided to come home to relax, and hopefully have some fun later. Lisa had medium length brown hair. She had a nice ass, and small tits. However her legs were not as well defined or as muscular as moms. It had been a week since mom lost to Alex after offering to wrestle for me, and got the feeling that she was embarassed around me. Lisa and I walked into the living room where mom was sitting. She was wearing her infamous short shorts that did not even cover her entire butt. Although I was embarassed and felt ashamed of these shorts (especially when my friends were around) I got used to them. When we entered mom was sitting on the couch wearing a white shirt, short sweat shorts, and barefoot. As Lisa and I sat down, mom immediately got up and walked into the kitchen. Before entering she turned around and accused Lisa of calling her a whore. I did not hear anything but I may have been wrong. Mom pushed Lisa by the shoulder and challeged her to a fight. Lisa seemed shocked, and so did I. After some mediating both woman agreed to settle their dispute through a wrestling match, which I was not opposed to.
It was decided that both women would wrestle and the winner would be decided when the other woman submitted twice. Lisa was 5'4 and weighed about 115 or 120 pounds. Mom was bigger at around 5'6 and 130 or so. In addition mom was in signifacantly better shape. Wihle Lisa stripped down to her panties and bra to get more comfortable and increase her mobility, mom stayed in her shorts and shirt. We walked into the carpeted living room, where mom got me a chair to sit on. It was also determined that if nobody subitted twice after 20 minutes I would chose the winner. Furthermore, the winner would be obliged to give me a lap dance in the chair while the loser watched.
As the two women began circling each other I sized them up. Mom was considerably more toned, especially in the legs. In addition her ass was more curvey. Lisa glared over at me, and had a distinct look of pure and utter malice. Mom lunged towards Lisa and both engaged in a test of strength. It was pretty even until both women switched their hands onto the opposing womans shoulders. It was a battle for ground. Mom began to drive Lisa backwards in a hurry with her strong legs. In fact Lisa was driven back till her back rammed into the wall next to me. Mom released her grip on Lisa shoulders. Their was a rapid struggle of the arms till mom grasped each of Lisa's hands and pinned them against the wall. I wondered for a bit what her tactic was, and then mom unleashed her knee into Lisa's stomach. Her facial _expression elucidated her pain but she could not retaliate---Mom had pinned her arms. Mom contined with the knees. As each successive blow contined mom's shorts hiked further up her ass.
Heidi let go of Lisa's hands, and grabbed her hair. Mom threw Lisa to the ground face first, and quickly followed behind her. Mom got to one knee in order to level herself with Lisa and reaffirmed her grip on Lisa's hair. Mom got to the floor and put Lisa in a head leg scissors. Now they were facing me where I was sitting in my chair. She pulled her head back and inserted it in between her strong legs. As mom tightened her grip she would also yank Lisa's head back, and Lisa would react with a scream of pain. I also noticed mom's abundant bush through the crack of her shorts--apparantely she wasnt wearing underwear. Mom released Lisa of her leg scissors, and got on both knees. Lisa seized the opportunity to get to her knees to grapple with the older women. Lisa began swatting at Heidi, but Hiedi used one hand to grip Lisas face witht the palm of her hand, and the other hand to rip off Lisa's bra. Her tits were smaller than moms. Mom's breasts were not big, but they were bigger than Lisa's and also more full and round. As the two grappled on their knees Lisa managed to get Heidi in a headlock. She tried to get to her feet, but began losing her grip when she attempted to get up. Lisa wanted to maintain her control since she had been losing the match from the get go.
However her conservative tactic backfired. Mom sunk her nails into Lisa's stomach and began pushing away. Lisa released her grip, and mom jumped backward--freeing herself. In an aparent attempt to assert her sexual superiority, mom took of her shirt--revealing her breasts. Now two women were wrestling for me topless, and enraged--it was absolutely great. Mom got to her feet and threw Lisa onto her back. Mom quicly got on top of her and straddled her--arching her back--exposing her lovely ass. I grew particularly excited when my eyes alternated between the hard slaps mom rained on Lisa's face and mom's shapely butt.
Heidi felt comfortable enough to get off Lisa. She walked around barefoot and grabbed a water bottle lying next to me. She continued by walking towards me and sitting on my lap as she drank her water. Mom seemed unbeleivably relaxed, as if Lisa was not even there anymore. She casually took sips of her water every minute or so while she discussed the match with me. Mom even joked that her legs were stronger than mine. Natrually I begged to differ. With that se asked me to feel them. So she stood up, and turned around. I felt her calves, thighs, and ass. The sweat she had worked up complimented the tone in her legs. As mom took her final sip of water she put it down and put her hand on my shoulder. "Dont get too excited, you havent earned your lap dance yet." she said. "What are you talking about" I said nonchalantly. "I was sitting on your lap honey, I felt you, you are excited" she said with a smirk. Mom took her hand off me, and turned around--wiggling her ass as she approached Lisa.
It was pretty clear that the match was over. However, mom did not concede to Lisa's defeat even though she was only lying on the floor crying. Mom stood over Lisa and placed her foot over Lisa's cheek. "Kiss it." she spat. Lisa did not reply, then mom raised her voice authoritavely. "Kiss it or Ill kick your ass some more cunt." Still Lisa did not reply, she had too much pride. Mom violently began bangin Lisa's head against the ground. Afterwards she pulled the poor girls face towards her crotch. Lisa then made a mistake--she slapped mom in the face, and futiley tried to grab mom's hair. For a brief second both women had ahold of the others hair, till mom authoritavely pulled Lisa's hand off her hair and slammed it against the ground. Heidi then stood up and pulled off her own shorts. I couldnt help but to glimpse at her dark bush. I walked over to get closer to the action. Mom used one hand to smother Lisa's air pasages, and immediately proceeded with a smothering facesit. Lisa put her hands on mom's ass--trying to push it off, but to no effect. Mom's strong lower body maintained her balance. Lisa seemed to be suffocating, and just as I was going to get up to stop the match, Lisa tapped out. Mom stood up and began to redress, while Lisa lay on the floor crying . I had an eternal clash as I truly felt bad for the beating Lisa had received. However, I was also very entertained watching mom beat her. I helped Lisa up to a seat and grabbed her clothes for her. I couldnt help but to be happy that mom had reinstated the image I had of her, as a woman who would not conced inferiority to the other women around her. She had redeemed herself after her match with Alex.
Ok time for a random update in the stories cause i finally have some free time. I'll tell you about a fight that happened over last summer at the beach. Me and my mom had gone to the beach for the day and were having a generally good time, i was body boarding and my mom was sunbathing in one of her rarely seen smaller bikinis. (you forget she was married sometimes) Well there was a family next to ours of a mother and two smaller little girls of hers, i'd say like 7 and 9 maybe. The little girls were building a sand castle while the mother was reading a book when a fairly fat little boy, about 13, ran up to the little girls' sand castle and kicked it into their faces and started laughing one those annoying fat kid laughs while the mother comforted her crying daughters and staring daggers at the little boy. Now if it's one thing that pisses me off it's annoying fat kids picking on happy little girls, so I expressed my dislike for his behavior with my body board on the back of the little kids head. (not hard mind you, just hard enough to get it though to him that i didn't approve of what he did) He stood there stunned for a second then just screamed a loud angry scream and ran at me, I put my hand on his face and pushed him back down. Just then POW something hit me on the side of the head and staggered me backwards, I looked at what hit me and it was a women (i'm presuming the boys mother) with an angry look in her eyes. She was pretty decent looking, heavy maybe C-cup chest good stomach and nice legs. My mom, awoken by the little boys yell saw the women hit me and jumped out of her chair and charged the women, the women (who at first looked likt she was ready for a yelling contest) was suprised when my mom tackled into her and pinned her to the ground. The pin wasn't stable enough though and the women got her hands free and they both started slapping at each others tits and faces. The women grabbed my mom by the hair and threw her sideways off of her and gained the top position. She reached down and grabbed two handfulls of my moms tits and squeezed her brains out. My mom yelled and reached up and grabbed at the other womens breasts but instead of grabbing the whole thing just focused on putting pressure on the nipples, twisting and pinching. They stayed like that for a while just screaming and swearing. Then the women pushed up hard on my moms tits, pushing them back into her body (and that's a lot to push back) and my mom screeched and grabbed at the womens hands trying to get her off, but after a few seconds of failed attempts settled for punching her in the face. The women was pushed off and backwards and quickly stood up, as did my mom. They began to circle each other, breasts red from abuse, then they ran at each other and got in a hand to hand grapple and slammed their bodies into each other, making a clap sound as their tits slapped together. I don't think they were tit-fighting, but it sort of looked like it, breasts pushed together grinding against each other while they grunted and groaned trying to overpower their opponent. The other women finally lost and fell backwards with my mom on top getting a school girl pin on her. My mom yelled "Give up bitch!" and the other women yelled "Fuck you!" and started to buck her hips trying to get my mom off of her. Now this looked like pussy fighting, the women was slamming her hips into my moms and both were grunting and oomphing untill she brought a knee backwards really fast into my moms ass and tipping her over, releasing the hold. My mom rolled over onto her stomch to get up but the other women rolled on top of her and grabbed her head with both hands and jammed my moms face in the sand then brought it back up and did it again and again. My mom's tits were crushed painfully against the sand and everytime the women brought her head back up she wedged it between breasts before shoving it back down. My mom countered her by doing a kind of pushup then letting go on one arm and throwing her off. The women fell on her ass and my mom quickly spun while still off balance and punched her in the face. The women fell backwards on to her back and my mom mounted her and started punching her in the face and tits while the women tried frantically to black the attacks before screaming "Ok! Stop! No more!" my mom stopped for a second and said "You quit bitch?" and the women weakly replied "Yes just stop" my mom smiled and said "That's right bitch" before pushing her tits back into her like she did to my mom. She got off and we walked back to the car. I drove us back while my mom sat in the back checking her wounds and rubbing her breasts (whether out of excitement or pain i don't know). Well that's it for now, as usual any comments or questions just post, and again sorry for the rediculously long wait, I've been too busy for my own good. But i promise I'll post again.
This is my first memory of mom in a fight. Though I can't say it was really a fight. More a matter of two young women getting a little silly one day. I was only around four and a half at the time, but what happened along with an excitement I didn't understand way back then etched it reasonably well in my mind. I have also always attributed this to why I developed and maintained a big interest in women wrestling or fighting at an early age.
This is what happened to the best of my recollection. It was a hot summer day, I and several other kids were all outside. My mom and her friend Ruth were also outside. Mom was washing the car, and to our delight, periodically spraying us kids with the hose. Ruth had come over to join her, and was helping mom wash the car while laughing at our reaction every time mom sprayed us. Mom and Ruth were both dressed in similar fashion. I don't recall specifics, but seems to me both were wearing shorts over one piece swimsuits and barefoot.
Mom is quite small chested, along with being a bit big in the hips in relation to the rest of her body. She is 5' 6" tall, and back then probably weighed a little over 120# Ruth was about the same height and weight as mom back then. Having seen Ruth when in my teens, I can tell you she is bigger than mom in the chest, though no more than a c-cup. She was also a little heavier than mom, though I'm not sure if that was the case when this happened. Obviously at a little over four years old when this happened, I didn't notice the breasts enough to be able comment on them.
Mom was having a good time spraying us down, and at one point pointed the hose towards Ruth. Laughing mom announced your next. Ruth laughed also, saying you wouldn't dare Alex. (mom's name) Mom was getting a little carried awya, and went ahead and sprayed Ruth with the hose.
Ruth let out a little shriek, then ran towards mom. Mom retreated into the grass, spraying Ruth as she advanced towards mom. Ruth grabbed the spray nozzle trying to redirect it towards mom. Mom wrapped her other hand around the nozzle in an effort to keep control. They ended up with both their hands gripping the hose and nozzle as they struggled for control. Water was flying everywhere, and both were getting quite wet as they laughed and shrieked.
Gradually Ruth was able to turn mom's wrists far enough that mom had to let go. With a triumphant yell Ruth turned the hose full force on mom. Mom had her hands up trying to retreat as Ruth chased her with the hose. Mom slipped backing up, landing on her butt as Ruth stood over her spraying her with water.
Mom scrambled to her feet while grabbing at the hose. Ruth partially blocked her with one hand while keeping the spray directed at mom. Their legs kind of got tangled up, and both fell to the ground. Mom tried to dive on Ruth, but Ruth was able to roll mom off, ending up on top of mom. That sight I will always remember. Ruth was sitting on mom's abdomen, and mom was flat on her back. Mom was trying to grab the hose from Ruth, but was unable to force Ruth's hands off the nozzle, or redirect the spray. They were both laughing and giggling as mom tried to twist out from under Ruth. Somehow Ruth kept her position on top, and mom finally let go of the hose and covered her face with her hands. I'm sure it wasn't that long, but in my memory it seems like Ruth kept mom down for several minutes as she completely soaked mom with the hose. Mom finally had to yell out, ok Ruth you win, I give up.
Ruth let mom up after she gave up, then laughing the two soaked women went back to washing the car. Never thought much more of it at the time, and though I still remember this well, I always put it down to two women wrestling around in fun. Wasn't till much later I found out mom carried some resentment about this. Really was a surprise to find that out as mom and Ruth had always seemed to get along well and be friends.
When older I found out there was a bit more to this, and mom and Ruth while friends, were also competitive. Seems shortly after this happened, mom wanted to try a match in the privacy of Ruth's home. Not out of anger, mom just wanted to prove to Ruth that what happened in the yard was a fluke, and that mom was really the tougher of the two. Anyone interested in hearing more on this?
Just wondered if anyone had any stories about embarassing losses by your mother.
I recall one that involved mom and the neighbors daughter. Karen was almost 13, and growing up quickly. She was an athletic girl, active in several girls sports. Karen was a couple years older than my sister, but being neighbors they were friends, and Karen sometimes came over for that reason. I was 15 at the time, and though I considered Karen to young for me, being a sophmore in highschool, I did notice she had become quite attractive. She was about 5'4", and well on her way to being a real heart breaker.
Anyway, on this rainy summer day, she and my sister had been rather annoyingly flipping thru the channels. Both were bored, and their antics were beginning to irritate me. For some reason they got interested in one of those old wrestling shows being promoted as a weekend TV venue.
I was about to leave the room when their conversation turned to arm wrestling. My sister was willing, though at the age of 11 she had fallen a ways behind Karen in size. My sister gave it her all, but really was no match for Karen. They were both laughing and giggling about it, then engaged in some play wrestling. Karen quickly pinned my sister, than wanted to try it again. My mother heard them laughing and carrying on, and came out to see what was going on.
They also had some debate going as to which of their mothers would defeat the other. Didn't catch all of that, but from what I heard, Karen was confident that not only could she beat mom, but that her mother would have no problem winning also. My sister laughed at that, and tried for a second time to best karen.
Karen made it two in a row easily pinning my sister when mom walked in. As Karen let my sister up, my sister blurted out, I bet you couldn't do that to my mom. I saw Karen look over to mom, then to my surprise said, "Oh I bet I could".
Looking to mom, I could see she was a bit surprized at Karen's obvious challenge. Mom replied with, just what are you talking about Karen. You don't seriously think you could wrestle me down do you? I could see it in Karen's eyes, that was exactly what she thought, and to me, it appeared obvious she wanted to try. My sister interupted with, no, no, I mean beat mom arm wrestling. Mom is to big for you to beat wrestling. Well, mom is 5'6" tall, and at that time she was around 130#. Karen was in good shape then, but I doubt she was more than 110-115#. Mom was not really a big woman, but I would have to give her the edge due to experience, maturity, and I didn't think Karen could handle the weight difference.
Karen said that was fine with her, she would be glad to arm wrestle mom. Announcing she was sure she would win. Mom didn't believe for a moment that a young girl like Karen could defeat her arm wrestling. They both layed down on the floor facing each other and grasped each others hands.
Mom told my sister to count to three and say go, while I watched somewhat open mouthed at what was happening. My sister counted to three, then said go. I could see mom was smiling as she started to exert pressure. I could also see the smile slowly leave mom's face as she strained harder and harder to force Karen's arm down. Karen's face was clenched in determination as the match wavered incrementally back and forth. To my surprize Karen was slowly gaining the edge. Mom's face was beet red as Karen began forcing her arm down. Before Karen could force mom's arm completely down, mom grabbed karen's wrist with her other arm and rolled her body, reversing things and pining Karens arm to the floor.
Karen immediately yelled, no fair, you cheated. Mom was trying to laugh, telling Karen she was just playing with her. Mom let go of Karen's arm, and came to her knees on the floor. Karen quickly jumped up and launched herself into mom. I should add here that both were wearing shorts, barefoot, Karen had a t-shirt on, while mom was wearing a sleeveless blouse.
Mom found herself knocked over backwards with Karen on top of her. Karen went for one of those sloppy schoolgirl pins, and mom was able to roll Karen off her. Mom followed Karen over and tried to use her weight to hold Karen down.
Mom had grabbed Karen's wrists, and was trying to pin Karen's arms down. to her credit, Karen was doing a good job of holding mom off, even though on the bottom. karen was able to get her legs up, and lock them around mom's waist. Mom let out a groan as Karen applied Pressure with her legs. Mom
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Nice story Tom.
My wife got into it with a girl on a beach in Florida.She stood her ground ,the kid was probly 15 or so.Then one of the girls frends jumped on my wife fron behind,wrapped her legs around my wifes waist.Yelling at the one to get off her and struggeling with the other one,I could see she was scarred now.Her legs buckeled and they got her down on her knees,then onto her back,with the first girl on top straddeling her belly.Then another frend grabbed one of my wifes arms,still struggeling under one kid,they didn't pay any attention to her begging for them to get off of her.
At 5/3 and only about 110 lb. not much against 3 on one.
She stopped struggeling after about a minute,I thought they would strip her right there,but they just dragged her into the water. They went off down the beach,my wife got to her hands and knees and cralled back onto the beach.
Why didn't I stop it? Well,I was about a block away from my wife when the 3 passed by.I asked them if they could throw that woman in the ocean.Thought they all 3 would over power her and just do it,guess one of them thought she could do it her self.
My wife thought the one girl just wanted to pick a fight with her,but wasn't afraid untill she found herself fighting 2 at ounce.They scarred the shit out of her plus wipped her 35 yr old butt.
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I HAVE SEEN MY MOM GET HUMILIATED IN A CATFIGHT WITH MY BEST FRIENDS MOM BARB IT HAPPENED WHEN I WAS 10 WE WERE AT THE SCHOOLS ANNUAL SPORTS DAY AND AS MOM WAS CHEERING ME ON THE RACES MY BEST FRIEND TRIPPED ME UP AND WENT ON TO WIN THE RACE MOM WAS FURIOUS STOOD UP AND STARTED TO SCREAM ABUSE AT THE OTHER KID THEN HIS MOM GOT INVOLVED IN THE ARGUEMENT THEN THEY STARTED TO SCREAM AT EACH OTHER AND IT WAS GETTING VERY HEATED.MY MOM WAS DRESSED IN A WHITE COTTON DRESS WHICH CAME TO THE KNEES AND HAD BUTTONS ALL DOWN THE FRONT SHE WAS ABOUT 6ftAND WEIGHED 150lbs SHE HAD SHOULDER LENGTH BROWN PURMED HAIR AND A 36F CHEST SHE WORE FLAT MULES. BARBARA WAS WEARING JEANS TUCKED INTO KNEELENTH BOOTS AND T-SHIRT SHE WAS AT LEAST 6INCHES SMALLER THAN MOM BUT WEIGHED ABOUT THE SAME IF NOT HEAVIER PLUS SHE WAS 10 YEARS OLDER THAN MOM AT 50 MOM MADE THE FIRST AND HER LAST MOVE SHE GRABBED BARB BY THE HAIR AS BARB GRABBED MOMS DRESS AND RIPPED IT OPEN ALLL THE BUTTONS POPPED OFF MOM IMMEDIATELY LET LOOSE OF HER HAIR AS TO HOLD HER DRESS TOGETHER AS SHE WAS IMBARASSED BARB THEN TOOK ADVANTAGE AND SLAPPED MOM ACROSS THE FACE BACK AND FRONT OF HAND BUFFERTING MOMS HEAD FROM LEFT TO RIGHT AS MOM FELL TO THE FLOOR BARBARA THEN GRABBED MOMS HAIR AND PULLED HER TO HER FEET AND LITERALLY RAMMED HER FIST INTO MOMS LEFT TIT CAUSEING IT TO BOUNCE OUT THE CUP AS MOM HELD HER ACHING BOOB BARBARA SENT HER FIST FLYING INTO MOMS BELLY AS MOM CRASHED TO THE FLOOR AGAIN, BARB THEN REACHED DOWN APULLED MOMS DRESS COMPLETELY OFF AND THREW IT BEHIND HER MOM WAS LAY ON HER SIDE TRYING TO HOLD BOTH HER ACHES AS BARBARA STARTED TO KICK MOM IN THE BELLY THEN BARB GRABBED MOMS LEGS AND TURNED MOM ONTO HER STOMACH STILL A HOLD OF HER LEGS SHE LENT BACK AND HELD MOM IN A BOSTON CRAB HOLD AS MOM SCREAMED IN PAIN THATS WHEN THESE TWO BLOKES JUMPED IN AND PULLED BARBARA OFF MY MOM WHO LAY THERE SOBBING MASCARA RUNNING AND HAIR ALL DISHELVED
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I saw my mother in one fight and it occured in the mid-sixties following a dance that she and I attended at a local club. It was a benefit affair where the adults were drinking heavily. Mom looked great wearing a tight dark gray dress with black stockings and spikes. We were walking to our car when Mary , a local lady about mom's age of 45, approached us and accused mom of "whoring up" to her boyfriend. My parents were divourced and my mother was very attractive but I hadn't noticed anything between her and Mary's boyfriend. With this in mind I told Mary that she was dreaming which caused her to push me away saying "shut up you little tramp" which really sent Mom off. Mary was wearing a loose print dress with white flats and Mom immediately grabbed the front of mary's dress and told her to leave her daughter alone. Mary quickly responded " the reason that your husband divourced you Eileen is because he wasn't sure that Kaye is his daughter". This sent Mom into a rage she grabbed Mary's short brown hair and spun her around. Mary responded by grabbing the short blond wig that mom was wearing and pulled it from her head revealing her pinned up light brown hair. A small crowd began to gather as mom took Mary to the parking lot pavement and as a result she tore open the front of Mary's light dress revealing her white bra. Mom continued to pull Mary's hair as Mary struggled to gain an advantage. Seeing she couldn't force mom from the top of her she grabbed the hem of mom's dress and began pulling it up displaying mom's black stocking tops and black brief girdle to the eager crowd. Mom realizing her exposure and tried to get up as a result put herself at a disadvantage as Mary retained her grip on mom's hem and pulled her dress up over mom's head exposing the lacey long-line black bra that mom was wearing. As her dress covered her head mom released her grip of Mary's hair and as Mary seized the advantage spun mom from her dress sending her face first to the ground clad only in her underwear. Mary quickly discarded mom's dress and expertly dropped knees first to the small of mom's back knocking the fight totally out of her. I then tried to intercede to stop it but was restrained by two of Mary's friends. Mary continued her assault by grabbing the back of mom's bra and tearing the numerous hooks from their eyes. I couldn't believe it when Mary then grabbed the waist of mom's brief and with a firm pulled it off along with her shoes and stockings. Not showing any mercy Mary grabbed mom's open bra and with a sudden powerful thrust pulled it from her body and in the same motion rolled mom ot her back displaying her breasts and salt and pepper bush to the cheering gallery. Mary then stood over her victim in triumph and said " leave my man alone you bitch" and strutted away. A good portion of the crowd stayed eyeing mom in her defeat . I was released from my restraints and immediately went to mom as she rolled to her stomach. Mom gasped to me to get her clothing and as I turned to recover it I discovered that crowd had taken them . When I informed mom that all that I had recovered was her purse mom shocked me by telling me to take off my shift so she could cover. I begged her to just get up and make a short dash to our car but she refused. I then pleaded to the crowd to provide something that mom could cover with but my pleas were answered with laughter. As tears ran down my cheeks I removed my shift and handed it to mom exposing the white bra, garterbelt, suntan nylons and pink bikinis that I was wearing. Mom slid into my shift and then rose as we both walked very embarrassed to our car.
I never saw my own mom in a catfight but i did see a wild one between mom and daughter when i was 18 back in 1968. It was between a friend of mine Karen who was 17 and her mom Mrs Lake who had just turned40
Karen was 5/4 and about 100 lbs 34b. her mom was a couple of inches taller and 10-20 pounds heavier also about a 34b. Both had killer legs
A group of us were in Karens apartment about to go to the movies. Karen was wearing a blue and gray mini dress with charcoal stockings
Mre lake was wearing a below the knee orange skirt, a navy pullover and navy sheer pantyhose
The fight started when the mom told karen she could not go because her skirt was too short. Karen turned to go anyway and her mom said "you like to show off your stuff, let me help" She pulled karens hem up showing her black bikinis She was real embarressed which her mom had intended
karen spun around and shoved her mom who went down on her ass. Mom cussed , threatened and go up to go after karen. Karen did not really want to hurt her mom but her mom was crazy
they both went down In the minutes which followed they rolled around , cussed , kicked ,slapped
Karen had messed with us boys some and knew some wrestling holds such as headlocks and leg scissors and hammerlocks but was not good at it while her mom was a catfighter and bigger
Karens mom was also trying to embarresss her. when karen got an advantage her mom would pull hair and even karens small breast, rip at her dress and scratch her butt. Karen would pull hair but mainly tried to immolize her mom
Finaaly karen got tired of being exposed and started pulling her moms long skirt up which seemed to bother her then she started scratching her moms leg and ripping at her stockings. her mom was screaming to leave her legs alone
then all of a sudden all the fight went out of her mom when karen finally got her moms skirt up over her waist and showed that she was wearing no panties under her sheer panty hose
Her mom tried to get away and karen got her skirt offf
her mom got up covering herself and crying. Her pantyhose ripped down both legs. her makeup running
Karen said now get the hell out of here before i rip your top off. and her mom crying and trying to cover herself ran into her bedroom and locked the door
They got into it one more time and I will tell that one and some other time
any comments on this would be appreciated
Ok, I there everybody.
I want to tell you another story about my mother. It is about a vacation I spent with her a long time ago.
When I was thirteen, I went to Norway with my mom in July, and it was very hot, even for norwegian temperatures. We lived in a fantastic little bungalow at the beach and it was an absolute wonderful time. Our plan was to spend there 3 weeks, to relaxe and get energy for our live.
After the first week another woman with her son went to the apartment next to us. The son´s name was Peter and the other mother was just hot.
My mother and I were early risers, and we went to the beach at 9 o`clock every morning. We had a lot of fun while playing in the water or brunching at the beach. My mom always wore a narrowest bikini, that underlined her beautiful huge breasts and her wonderful shaved lowered part of the bikini.
One day, I was swimming in the water, the other couple came to the beach. They put their towel a few meters next to ours. When I recognized them, I could just stare at the other woman´s beautiful body. She was the same age my mom was, about 35, and had as big breasts as my mom had.
Half an hour passed, and I started to talk to Peter, who went into the ocean and started swimming, too.
We talked about our favourite soccer teams and about our schools. Suddenly I saw that our mothers had a conversation, too.
I guess they started to talk about "mother things" when they saw, that their sons were talking, and it really turned me on. They were both wearing sexy bikinis which underlined their curves, I guess both had a 38D size.
Waves put us closer to our talking mothers until we could listen to them and they listened our talks.
They were talking about us and our lifes for example at school and I recognized, that they had a lot in common.
Nevertheless I could feel a kind of rivalry between them and I am convinced Peter felt the same. They were talking a lot about men and how great we (Peter and I) were doing at school.
Out of the blue Peter´s mom asked him which mom had the better look and without hesitating he answered: "You mom, of course!" I was totally surprised and did the nly thing I could do, I contradicted.
Both women were staring at each other and this question answer game even went further for a while until my mom asked us, what we want to have compared.
I don´t know why I said this, but I answered: "Well mom, I think it would be very interesting which mother is the stronger woman!"
My mom smiled and looked to Peter´s mom, who answered my mom´s look refastened. I could see in Peter´s eyes, that he was very excited, too. Or mothers laughed for a few seconds and put their hands up against each other, starting to push. At the beginning both smiled persuasive, but after 2 minutes they both had a very serious look. They pushed as strong as they could. Peter and I watched enchained, without saying a word.
5 minutes passed and no women had any advantage, when Peter´s mom suddenly grabbed my mom´s bikini top and ripped it down. The wonderful huge breasts of my mom were frisking around and Peters stared at them fascinated. When I realized this, I screamed at my mom:
"Come on mom, rip down her top, I want to see her breasts, too!" My mom didn´t hesitate a second and pulled down the top of Peter´s mom.
Both women had beautiful, massive breasts, which big nipples and both mothers were watching each others chest.
They started to discuss which breasts were more beautiful and suddenly my mom opened the cords of the others woman bikini bottom and snatched it away. What I could see, was the wonderful shaped pussy of another woman´s crotch. Peter´s mom just had a small triangle and she had the same bewitching brown hair as her hair colour.
My mom laughed triumphant, but Peter´s mom wasn´t shocked at all.
She pulled my mother´s bikini bottom to her knees and pushed my mother. Mom relapsed to the ground and got very angry. She put off her bikini completely and got up again.
My mom had nice pubic hair, too. She also had a small triangle, but as her hair colour, her pubic hair were blonde.
As soon as she was on her feet again, she slapped Peter´s mom in her face who skapped back right away. The cold war turned into a hot war.
They slapped each other for about 3 minutes until they started to pull each other´s hair. Both were screaming and insulting each other with words, I never heard before.
Peter and I were totally keyed up and Peter started to cheering for his mom, which caused me to cheer for my mother.
My mom then first grabbed the breasts of the other woman and she started to squeeze them as hard as she could. Peter´s mom was screaming loudly and answered in twisting my mom´s nipples, who answered with horrible screams.
Mom grabbed the other woman´s hair with her right hand, while her left hand was working on her enemies breast.
You could see, that my mom got an advantage and suddenly mom slapped Peter´s mother as hard as she could success. Peter´s mom was falling to the ground and mom got on her quickly, holding her arms with her knees and slapping her face at the same time.
Peter looked totally worried, while I was cheering up for my mother. She slapped her face and her breasts for nearly 2 minutes and than, totally convinced that she´ll win this fight she asked me what I wanted to do her. Me, totally enthusiastically answered her, that I wanted to see Peter´s mom smother my mom´s pussy. My mom grinned and slid up to the other´s woman face until mom´s crotch was on the right position. My mother ordered Peter´s mo to smother, otherwise she would slap her the whole day.
After a few minutes, mom started to moan and I realized, that she was turned on. Peter looked at the 2 women and didn´t know how to react. On the one hand he was embarrassed, on the other hand he was turned on, as I could see, because he got a bulge in his swimming trunks. I was totally thrilled and watched my mom getting licked by another boy´s mom.
In between my mom looked at me and asked me if I was enjoying the show as she started to scream terribly.
I was totally shocked and could see, that mom was rolling off Peter´s mom, holding her pussy. Obviously Peter´s mother bite my mom´s crotch, because she realized that was her only chance to get away. Peter scooped new hope and screamed: "Come on mom, now you got her, humiliate her!"
I tried to help my mom and encouraged her, but she was just laying on the ground, holding her pussy. Peter´s mom went towards her slowly and hiked her up on her hair.
Mom was on her feet now, Peter´s mom was holding her hair with her left hand, and slapped her face and her tits with her right hand. If the other woman wouldn´t have held her, mom would have fallen to the beach yet.
In this very moment, I knew my mom would lose this fight. Suddenly Peter´s mom grabbed my mom´s pubic hair and pulled as hard as she could. Mom screamed horribly and fell to the beach. Now Peter´s busty mom got on my mom and pulled my mom´s huge beautiful nipples and twisted them. There was nothing my mom could do so she whimpered: "You win, please get off me!"
That was the sentence Peter and her mom wanted to hear. Peter´s mom forced my mom to say things like: "You are the better woman, your breasts are the better ones and you humiliated me in front of our sons!"
But that was just the beginning.
She forced mom to get on her knees and pulled my mom on her hair to her pride son. She ordered my mom to suck Peter´s dick. I wanted to avert my view, but Peter´s mom told me to watch. By the way, I was turned on by my cock socking mom, who was very sexy even in such a humiliating situation.
Her hair were totally ruined and her make up was a mess. Her massive tits were hanging down, while she was sucking Peter´s dick on her knees. In the middle of the action, Peter´s mom asked her son, if my mom was sucking great and he answered: "It´s ok mom, could have been better." Peter´s busty mom went to my mother and started to slap her ass and screamed: "Suck my son´s prick as good as you can, I know you are a slut and you have sucked lots of dicks. I won´t let you and your son leave until Peters had the best orgasm oh his life!" She slapped my mom´s sexy ass the whole time until it was totally red. Peter came three times until he told his mother that it was the best orgasm he ever had.
Mom fell to the ground and breathed heavily, her eyes closed. Peter hugged his mom and they went to there house with the words: "Come on, let us leave the loser family alone!"
After they have vanished, I went to my naked, humiliated mom, who was lay at the beach. I propped her up and brought her to our house under the hot shower and helped her getting soaped. She hugged me and told me, that she was sorry and that she wants to fight Peter´s mom again, and next time, she has to suck my dick. She recognized, that I got a hard on while she said this and smiled. I told her, I was proud on her and that she is for me the sexiest mother live. After this, she wanked me off 2 times and I still got my fun.
This night I was thinking about the rematch, my mother announced and I was really looking forward to that match……….
Sorry for my bad English, I am from central Europe
This is an old story that I have cut and pasted several times. Sorry about the somewhat jumbled format. This is about the first confrontation Marsha and mom had. They ended up truly disliking each other, and this was not the only confrontation to have occurred.
This story is based on a conversation I had with an old
Her name is Marsha.
I still kick myself about parting with her. She just seemed to have no
mind of her own. She had a puppy dog devotion to me that was both
flattering, and uncomfortable. I think if I had pushed it, she
done anything for me. In the end, I decided I would prefer a girl who
could think for herself. Yeah I know, I'm a big dummy, LOL, should've
stayed with the one who would've done anything for me. Marsha was only
5' 1", but gawd what a body. She was the proverbial brick shithouse.
This girl was honestly a natural 36dd, 24 inch fairly flat tummy, and
strong 37" hips. Not to mention her firm, strong, well defined legs.
This girl had it all at about 135#, and 19 years of age back then.
know, you're calling me a dummy again. Now that I'm older, with some
negative experience with women, I should've said the hell with the
give me that body!! LOL
Now in real life, mom really didn't like Marsha. Mom had no
respect for her intelligence, and I always suspected, hated her for her
chest. Mom always referred to her as a dumb cheerleader type.
Marsha was aware that mom disliked her, and frequently questioned
me as to why. I never had the heart to tell her mom thought she was
Anyway, Marsha and I had planned an afternoon outing at a nearby
lake. She was to meet me at home, as I had to run home after finishing
up at my partime summer job. Marsha showed up while I was still
upstairs cleaning up after work. I heard mom give her a rude greeting
at the door. Marsha had shown up wearing shorts and an open blouse
her bikini, shoes and towel left in the car. I was rushing to finish
up, as I heard "words" being exchanged downstairs.
I came running downstairs in my swim trunks and a t shirt, shoes
and towel in hand, my hair still wet and messed from the shower. Mom
and Marsha were facing each other, standing toe to toe, with mom
down at Marsha from her 5" height advantage. As I surveyed the scene,
though mom was bigger than Marsha, Marsha appeared to be a little
through the shoulders. I could see Marsha's chest heaving, as the
adrenaline rush picked up her respirations. Marsha's blouse hung open,
her bikini barely containing her heaving breasts. I was faced with an
awful dilemmna. Do I let this continue or not, by their actions,
is only moments away. This would be a dream come true, mom and Marsha
having a fight. On the other hand, could I really let this continue.
No matter who won, the other was bound to be mad at me for standing by
and letting this happen. Oh well, guess I'm a dummy 3 times now, at
last, I grabbed Marsha, and keeping between them, began to hurriedly
escort Marsha out the door.
Marsha gradually calmed down as we drove to the lake. Once she was
over her anger, I couldn't resist asking her how she thought things
would've gone, had I chosen not to interfere. This much really
happened, the rest is Marsha's fictional account of how she thought
things would've turned out. I hope I do her rendition justice, as it
was very exciting hearing her tell it firsthand.
Well....Marsha began, I heard you come running downstairs.
Although I was scared, and somewhat intimadated by your mothers size, I
wasn't going to back down. Your mother has been such a bitch to me,
I've just had it with her, and don't care what happens. I'm praying
won't interfere. Alex, (mom's name) grabs my open blouse, trying to
me to the floor, I in turn grab at her blouse, popping all the buttons
exposing her little bra. As we struggle back and forth, my bikini top
way, (not really being made for this kind of activity) allowing my
to fall out. Alex, using her height advantage, trips me to the floor,
as I
go down, I catch hold of her bra, pulling her down with me, and
tearing her bra off exposing one small breast.
Alex comes down on top of me, but I manage to roll her off. Our
arms and
legs tangled, my breasts rubbing against and crushing her little tits,
as we
grapple for control.
As we struggle, I tear the rest of Alex's blouse and bra off, as I
have already lost my blouse and bikini, we are both bare chested, as we
wrestle for control. My early fear is being replaced with confidence,
as I begin to take control. I was always sure of it, and I'm feeling
satisfaction in finding I'm stronger than Alex. I can tell by the look
consternation on Alex's face, that she too, is feeling my superior
Alex has been struggling to hold me off, not to mention spending most
the time with me on top of her. I can feel her weakening as I maintain
advantage on top with her struggling beneath me. With her weakening I
decide to go for a dominant pin. I have my knees on either side of
abdomen, and I'm applying pressure to her abdomen, as I fight her arms
With Alex on her back, I am gripping her abdomen tightly with my
and my feet over her thighs, hooking her legs, and preventing her from
kicking me off. I have both her wrists in my hands, and push them to
floor, pinning them beside her shoulders. As I look down I can't resist
teasing the flat chested bitch about her little titties. Although I
not truly hurt Alex, I can see tears of humiliation welling up in her
Seeing Alex is defeated, and feeling the fight run out of her, I
slide up on Alex, pinning her shoulders with my knees, and sitting on
little tits, while my large breasts hover over her face. Had enough
bitch? I ask. Your mother sobs out her surrender. Somehow I just
resist swinging my big beautiful breasts back and forth, slapping her
face with them, as her tears flow freely. In victory, I slide even
further forward, my shins pinning her shoulders, and my crotch shoved
into Alex's chin. I raise my arms in victory, as I wink at you, while
your mother continues to cry beneath me.
Needless to say, we never made it to the beach. I got a hotel
room, and we spent a very passionate afternoon, and evening in bed.
Thought this was somewhat interesting. Heard this on the radio.
Just a goofy thing I heard on the radio. Talking about the
size of women's feet, and how that has changed over the last couple
generations. When my mother was young the average foot size was
a 7. Women my age have an average shoe size of about 8. According
to current statistics, highschool girls now have an average shoe
size of about 10.
The reason they say the average size of women's feet are
increasing so much has to do with the amount of physical activity
they do compared to years past. That young girls are more active
overall than in the past. They are participating in more athletics,
and are overall more physically active. Those stresses cause the
footbones to become heavier and stronger to support the increased
activity, resulting in larger feet.
Mom only wore a size 6 shoe, which to me seemed small given
that she was 5' 6", which was a bit tall for women her age. Kind of
seems there might be some correlation between a women's strength and
endurance based on her shoe size. Of course there is a degree of
genetics involved, but I think large feet in relation to a women's
size might be an indication she was active when younger, and likely
still a stronger more fit person than the average women of that
size. By the same token, someone like my mom who had a smaller foot
in relation to her size, may be because she was relatively inactive
as a kid and young girl. Something that would tend to make her
weaker overall as she became an adult.
Naturally, this is conjecture, but I can see there being some
fact to this. I couldn't say how accurately this might reflect
athleticism and conditioning, and of course someone who was very fit
when young, as an adult might let that fall by the wayside. Then
again, they might always have some degree of extra endurance and
fitness. LOL, almost funny, all we need to do to judge who is
likely the tougher female is to see who has the bigger feet.
There was a buzz of excitement in the air as two kids went running by. Hurry, one yelled, you'll miss it. I didn't know what I was running to, but I took off following the other two. What's going on I yelled. One kid looked back saying, it's Larry's mom, she's in a fight.
Larry's mom I thought to myself as I ran after the others. I hadn't lived in the neighborhood long, but I knew who Larry's mom was. At 12 years old I could appreciate an attractive woman, and Larry's mom was very attractive. But in a fight? She just didn't seem like the type to get in a fight. She was more like the one to be in a bikini at a car show. She was only about 5' 2", and maybe 115 pounds tops. She seemed aerobically fit, though not necessarily strong. Very well built, but not built for fighting. I had seen her in her bikini once, she had a nice round ass, and while not having big breasts, she certainly was around a "c" cup. I know I was impressed with them when I saw her in her bikini.
We were almost to Larry's house, there seemed to be some commotion coming from the backyard. I couldn't imagine who she was fighting, but I found myself hoping Larry's mom was wearing her bikini. I was willing to bet that whoever she was fighting was beating her, and likely would have a good chance of ripping that bikini top off.
As I came around the corner and into the backyard I was surprised to see Larry's mom on top of the woman she was fighting with. I also felt a flash of disappointment, she did have her bikini top on, but it was still in place over her breasts. I couldn't get a clear look at her opponent as a couple of the neighborhood women were in front of me. I did see Larry as he yelled for his mom to get her. He looked at me with a wry grin, then he looked back yelling, c'mon mom, teach her a lesson.
Stepping around the women watching I felt a sinking feeling in my belly. There, face first on the ground was my mother. I heard a groan escape her as Larry's mom shoved her face into the ground with one hand while jerking mom's arm high behind her back in a hammerlock with the other. Mom howled let me go or you'll be sorry. I also saw one other thing, mom's blouse was in the grass a few feet away, and the back strap of her bra was up around her neck.
Mom was in no position to threaten, and her obviously empty words brought laughter form the small crowd watching. Make her say she gives Larry yelled. Still holding a handful of mom's hair as she jammed mom's face into the ground Larry's mom demanded mom admit who was the better woman. She pulled mom's wrist to the back of her head as she said on mom's back. Mom was beginning to sob as she helplessly kicked her legs up and down while Larry's mom sat on her back keeping mom on the ground.
Larry's mom was taunting mom now, c'mon Alex she said, admit you're no match for me. Tell everyone what a weakling you are. I want to hear it Alex, you tell everyone you are no match for me. I was mortified, the women and kids watching were all laughing at mom, and also giving me looks as they watched the scene play out. There is no way this could've happened. Mom is 4 inches taller, and at least 15 pounds heavier than Larry's mom. How could she end up helpless on the gound like this.
I heard mom groan again between sobs, then she began begging Larry's mom to let her up. I give Shelly, you win, please get off me. Shelly replied with, and what else Alex? Mom sobbed out, I'm sorry, I won't say that again. Please Shelly, I am no match for you, don't hurt me anymore. You admit you are a weakling then Alex?? I could feel my face burning, and could only imagine mom felt the same thing as she said, no more Shelly, I am to weak and no match for you. You win, I give up Shelly.
Shelly stood up, giving mom a kick in the butt with her bare foot as she stood. Everyone watched giggling and pointing as mom slowly got up. Mom's bra had been pulled up and twisted to the side, and she had to endure the stares of everyone as she fixed her bra over her little breasts. One of the guys by me teased about his little sister having more than my mother did.
Everyone began leaving as mom picked up her blouse and tried to put it back on. Several buttons were missing, and mom ended up having to hold it closed with her hands. I could only imagine how bad the butt kicking must've been. Shelly was still glaring at mom as mom retrieved her blouse. Shelly had not lost her bikini top, and in fact looked amazingly fresh. I was kind of glad I missed most of the fight. It was painfully obvious Shelly had whipped mom, and had made it look easy.
My mom told me this story just recently. I was about 18 mo old when this happen so I really don't remember any of it. My mom said she and my dad had woke up like any other day and was getting ready to start breakfast. I was in the living room in a play pin. Mom said there was knock on the door and when she answered it this woman about her age and size pushed her way in and informed my mom that her and my dad was going to the beach on his motorcycle. My mom told her that she should leave and tried to push her out. With that the other woman threw mom to the floor pinning her arms with her knees and began slapping and punching mom's face. Mom said she was sreaming that she gave but the woman kept beating her.Finially the woman got off of her and mom ran into the bedroom room picking me up along the way. She locked herself into the room and heard my dad and this woman having sex in the living room.Shortly after she heard them leave on the motorcycle. She called her mom or my grandmother to pick us up. That was the last time I seen or heard anything from my dad at all. Not even sure why mom bothered telling me this story after all these years.
I posted a fight between mom and a woman named Shelly. When I shared that with this person he turned around and wrote a fictional story about his mom fighting Shelly. His mom is around 5'4" or 5" and 125 pounds. Here is his story about how he thinks his mom would've done against Shelly.
The school bus I was riding had just arrived at our stop when the fight between Shelly and Alex was breaking up. Shelly's older son Ben was on the bus with me and had been harrasing me all the way home. It started after school when he threw my books over a fence and then held me til the last minute before the bus came.
He made a point to sit next to me and pound on my arm til it had bruises and then laughed when I yelled "ouch" as he twisted it behind my back. Ben was an out and out bully and since I was small for my age of 14 he seemed to delight in picking on me every day.
As we got off the bus some one yelled that his mom had just been in a fight and Ben pushed me out of the way and took off running toward her. I was immediately excited to think that something like this had happened in our neighborhood and wished I could have seen it in person. The nearest I had ever seen anything like that was in magazines showing lady wrestlers and I had quite a few of them hidden under my bed at home.
As I walked through the back yard I was surprised to hear mom call out to me and I looked over to see her sun bathing in her bikini by the pool. She motioned me over and gave me a kiss as she sat up from her lounge chair. Then she grabbed my arm and as a mother would notice, asked how I got the bruises on it. I answered that I was just playing around with someone but she then noticed one on my other arm and a swollen place on my neck.
"Mooommm" I whinned as she wanted to know more but before I knew it I had told her that Ben had been beating on me all afternoon. "Well" she responded and before I knew it she had me by the other arm and was marching me out the back gate of our yard and across the alley to where Ben lived. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this" she announced as we walked through the opening to Ben's yard. "We're going to talk to his mother about this" she continued as I tried to stop her with another "Mooommm...I don't think so" but by then it was too late.
Shelly was sitting on the back steps in her bikini and saw us coming. Mom stopped directly in front of her with me still in tow by the arm. She raised my bruised arm and asked "Do you see this"?
Not knowing exactly what mom was refering to and still busy brushing herself off from the fight that mom knew nothing about, Shelly made some smart remark like "What's it to me if your skinny kid has a bunch of bruises on his arm.....I have enough trouble around here of my own".
With that mom screamed "Your son did this, Shelly and I don't like it one bit".
"How do you know my son did it and besides he's in the house" replied Shelly.
"Because Ralpie said he did" was mom's reply as she took a step closer to where Shelly was sitting.
"Look Millie my best advice to you right now is to go back home ....." said Shelly as she continued to brush some dirt off of her bare leg from her previous tussle.
"And my best advice to you is to keep that bully away from my boy" replied Millie as she pointed a finger at Shelly.
"Are you threatening me" asked Shelly as she stood up from the porch step.
"I'm just telling you for your own good...that's all" answered mom.
Shelly took a step toward mom and pointed a finger back as she growled "I don't like you coming in my yard and threatening me about some cock and bull story your boy made up about my boy being a bully".
I know I must have been shaking all over as I stood there next to mom who said "You owe us an apology Shelly....just look at my boy's arm" and with that Shelly said "I think you need a good face slapping myself". The next thing I heard was a pop from Shelly's hand against mom's cheek. I felt mom release her grip on my hand and looked up as she grabbed Shelly by the hair with both hands. Mom took another stinging slap on the face before Shelly went for her hair as well. The two beautiful women's bodies came clashing together right above me as they gritted their teeth and pulled hair with all their strength.
As I said being small for my age meant that I was still a few inches shorter than either of them so I had a perfect view of their bellys and tits slamming together as they continued their hair pulling battle with little female moans and groans. Both women were breathing heavy with excitment and calling each other bitch and slut under their breath.
I was tingling all over and especially between my legs as I saw them lock up and fall to the ground and begin wrestling like the women I had seen in the magazines. For some reason no one had apparently seen or heard them fighting and that was just fine with me. I wasn't sure what I would have done if either of Shelly's sons had come out the door.
Meanwhile mom and Shelly rolled back and forth on the ground with first one and then the other on top briefly as they would test the other's strength by holding her arms down but not for long as both were breathing hard by now.
I found it hard to catch my own breath from all of the excitement but suddenly mom was on top and had Shelly pinned with both arms beside her head. Maybe it was my imagination but I could have sworn that mom was rubbing her body against Shelly's as she looked down and yelled "Now who is the best woman, bitch....." but Shelly kept wigling and trying to work her way out from under mom's grasp until mom released one arm and gave her a hard slap across the face.
"You want another one bitch ..." I heard mom asked and I saw tears running out of Shelly's eyes as she began to plead for mom to get off and leave her alone.
Mom took her time getting up and didn't take her eyes off of Shelly til she was on her feet. Then with a swift kick in the side with her bare foot she growled "Now apologize" and with that Shelly said "...um...I'm sorry...I'll keep Ben away from your boy".
Mom took me by the hand and proudly marched me back home. That was many years ago and some might think that I was a "mamma's boy" for letting her get in a fight for me but I never forgot it and it still excites me to this day.
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I seen my mom & aunt in a fight. Right before my parents split to divorce my aunt came for a vist. There was tension right from the moment she got there. Anyway, I was about 15 when this happned.Dad was at work and I had came home from a friends house I guess unexpectedly. When I walk in the house I heard somebody yelling in the backyard. As I looked out the window I seen my anut sitting on my mom in a schoolgirl pin position yelling at her.I wasn't sure what to do so I just stayed at the window watching. My mom was 34 then about 5'6 maybe 140. My aunt was close to her height but much thinner Almost skinny and a few years younger. Mom was in shorts & a tank top with no bra and my aunt was wearing shorts & a white blouse.Mom's flip flops were thown around like she had been attacked from behind. Mom hated my aunt for as I remember. Anyway, My aunt got off of my mom and started walking in toward the house. Mom got up off the ground and jumped on my aunt bring her to the ground. They started wrestling around on the grass slapping pulling hair and calling each other names. Mom's tank top was tore too shreds exposing her bare breast. My aunt shirt was tore open exposing her bra. My aunt soon got back on top of my mom pinning her to the qround again putting her kness on her ams. sShe bagan to slap and call my mom names again. My mom was bucking her hips trying unseat my aunt but just couldn't get her off.I was worried about my mom gettiing hurt and my sisters coming home and seeing the fight. I finially went out and stopped it.It was a good thing Mom's face & hair was a mess. I dragged my half conscience mom to her room and put her in the bath. My aunt had left the house thankfully. Months later my parents divorced and mom was dating another man. Turned out she was having an affair with him while married to my dad. Somehow my aunt had found out about it and gave my mom the beat down of her life. Scot
I emailed this to an internet friend with similar interests. The account is not great, nor detailed, or long for that matter. It did happen, and did fuel many fantasies on my part. Guess reality is often not up to par with fantasy, LOL. Anyway, here it is, forgive me if the narrative kind of takes off in the middle, it was part of a long email.
For the record, mom is 5'6", at the time around 130#, and about 42 or 43 years old. Kind of a wide butt on her frame, small chested, (wore a 34a cup bra), abviously not fat, but not toned either.
Marsha is 5'1", 130-135 at the time, and around 18 or 19. Curvy, solid girl who wore a 36dd bra, and bleive me, more than filled those cups. A bit thick in the waist, but with a flat stomach, and a well rounded toned ass. Her legs were a bit heavy, but toned, well defined, and attractive. Marsha was a naturally strong girl. I had seen her play wrestle a girl she knew, and she had no problem getting her friend down even though her friend was bigger.
What follows is my account of what happened in the email I sent to a friend. (To lazy to write it again, or spice it up so to speak).
I have talked about Marsha at least some. She was a GF of mine in my late teens and early twenties. She and mom did have a short tussle that I will relate. Marsha was a short, large chested, physically strong girl. Her large chest was a focus of mom's dislike of her. I heard many comments mom made when Marsha was not around, and there was always some degree of tension from mom whenever Marsha was over. Marsha was the only female I ever discussed some of my fantasy with. I never got into my focus with mom in fights, though I did ask her about how she thought she and her mother would do in separate matches with my mom. Course I also talked with Marsha about her wrestling with other women. At any rate, I always knew at some point she and mom would likely at least have words, if not something more given my mother's intolerance of Marsha. It was funny in a way in that mom based her whole dislike of Marsha on Marsha's big breasts. All her comments about Marsha involved some reference to her big breasts. The story of what eventually happened is not a great story, though it was pretty exciting for me.
The whole thing was over pretty quickly. I think mom always figured being about 5 inches taller than Marsha was enough of an advantage that she didn't have to worry about Marsha ever getting fed up ant going after her. It took a long time, but Marsha did eventually have enough. Mom was being her usual cool self towards Marsha. She was being a bit more cattty than normal. There was no way Marsha could hide her big chest, even bulky clothes couldn't hide that she had large breasts. I should add that Marsha was not one to flaunt her assets so to speak. She had taken her share of teasing in highschool about her big breasts, and in all honesty was a bit self conscious about them. At any rate on this summer day Marsha was showing a bit more cleavage than she might normally. Heck, for all I know given that I had told Marsha some of the things mom said about her, maybe Marsha decided to show a bit more that day. At any rate mom got a bit to catty and Marsha took offense. As I said, Marsha was physically strong, she was what many might call a thick woman. Marsha was about 5'1" and between 130 and 135, and pretty solid. In fact quite solid in the legs with a toned nicely rounded butt. She was a bit bigger than mom thru the shoulders, and a bit thick waisted, though not flabby in the belly. Overall Marsha was a very curvy solidly built girl.
Mom made her catty comment about Marsha shouldn't show so much out in public, and Marsha shot back how mom was just jealous, and she needed to knock it off. Mom didn't like Marsha's tone, and gave Marsha a shove as she said so. Marsha barely moved from mom's shove, then gave mom a shove that sent her back a couple steps. Mom charged at Marsha only to find herself grabbed, turned to the side and quickly put on the floor. Mom kind of squealed in surprise, then Marsha was on top of her. Mom kicked and thrashed to get loose. Marsha was able to get mom by the wrists and pinned mom schoolgirl fashion. The look on mom's face as she found herself pinned under Marsha was of shock. She fairly quickly quit resisting while Marsha held her down and lectured her about stopping the catty comments and start treating her better. It was obvious Marsha could've with no problem given mom quite a beating, but was content to hold mom pinned while giving her an earful. I hadn't wanted to see anyone hurt, but at the same time I kind of wished mom could've put up enough of a struggle for Marsha's top to have come off. That would've been a sight, seeing marsha hold mom down with her breasts swinging freely over mom's face. As it was mom had a pretty good view of Marsha's cleavage as Marsha leaned over her holding her down.
I bet the whole thing from mom's first shove to when Marsha had her pinned didn't last more than a minute. It was very one sided and mom knew better than to keep struggling once Marsha pinned her arms. It was an incredilbe sight seeing Marsha seated on mom's belly holding her down like that. Even when Marsha got up mom didn't say a word. No comment about being surprised, nothing about Marsha not being able to do that again, nothing at all. Mom just left the room with her head down. Marsha actually felt badly about what had happened, and repeatedly apoligised to me for doing that. It took a lot for me to convince Marsha it was alright, and that I was not upset. Fact was I was thrilled to have seen it.
As for the relationship between mom and Marsha, that little battle did nothing to improve it. Mom watched her tongue in front of Marsha, but remained cool towards her. Nor did mom let up on her comments when Marsha was not around. I actually went a stretch back then where I wished Marsha would take her on again only take things further to make her point. I was for a time upset that mom wouldn't let it go and back off on the comments around me. I also wished Marsha's mother would've tried to take mom, though that was all about my fantasy. Marsha said she told her mom about what happened, and that her mom said she would've loved to have seen it. She also said her mom offered to straighten things out with my mom if she wanted. Marsha told me her mom could take mine if they got into it. marsha said she was tougher than her mother, but she was always positive her mother would be more than my mother could handle. Especially after Marsha knew first hand she could take mom without difficulty.
Ahhhh, summer mornings in June, I just love it. Sure wish I didn't have to work this morning. I had just turned 19 and was lamenting having decided to work the summer rather than enjoy the summer vacation as many of my college friends were doing. Oh well, working did give me a car and a bit more money for the weekends.
I was looking out the window from my bedroom and vaguely noted the moving van pull up in front of the empty house next door. My thoughts were more on seeing my girlfriend this afternoon than anything else. I felt a stirring in my pants as I thought about that. Marsha was a large chested hot girl, and we had some interesting plans that had me worked up a bit more than normal. It had taken me awhile to get the nerve, but I had finally a few weeks ago talked to her about my fantasy of women wrestling. To my great surprise, Marsha was quite eager to talk about my fantasy, even going so far as to say she would love to wrestle my mother. It was hard to not sound to anxious when she said that. Now Marsha was only 5'1", but besides being very curvy, she was also very solid. I had already imagined her and mom rolling around on the floor more than once. Marsha added that not only would she like to wrestle mom, but that she would have no trouble pinning mom and making her give up. That was just to much, and we decided to put a plan together and try to get mom to wrestle her. This afternoon was going to be the first part of that plan.
I headed out of the house, and on my way out, I noticed mom had stopped over to the new neighbors. Mom was outside in her usual business attire, pants suit, and flat shoes. Mom was 5'6" and around 130 pounds at the time, the woman she was talking to was shorter, probably only slightly taller than Marsha. She had on baggy sweat pants and sweatshirt. From where I stood she appeared attractive, maybe a couple years younger than mom's 41, and had shoulder length dark brown hair. My mind was trying to size her up in relation to mom, (I was always on the alert for potential women to mentally match against mom). The clothes she had on didn't give me any clue, and I was running a bit late so I didn't have time to stop over and say hi, (and get a better look). Yea, I know, I sometimes have a one track mind, even more so on this morning as I already had Marsha wrestling mom on my mind.
Seemed like the day took forever to pass. I was only moderately busy which didn't help, so it was with more than the normal urgency that I marked my time card and headed home. I knew mom would be a couple hours later than me getting home which gave me plenty of time to shower and go pick up Marsha. I was just about to go out the door when the doorbell rang. Damn, more delays I thought as i opened the door. I recognized the dark brown hair from this morning, it was our new neighbor. The afternoon had warmed nicely, and she had shed her sweatpants and sweatshirt for shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I could see she had been working hard, her hair was messed and perspiration was evident. There was something exciting about the way her t-shirt clung to her still perspiring body. Mary had a bra on, but even in a baggy t-shirt I was pretty sure she had some nice breasts. I was rather impressed, not as big a chest as Marsha, but still quite ample. She introduce herself as Mary, and wanted to know if I minded giving her some ice water. Mary went on to say the stupid water company hadn't turned them on yet, and she really needed a cool drink after working all day. I gladly let her in, and pointed towards the kitchen as I closed the door. I heard her comment how nice and cool it was inside with the air on. I agreed that it had gotten warmer than expected today and having the air on was a good thing. I found myself staring at her butt and legs as she headed across the room. I'm not really into older women, but I can sure appreciate a good looking one. Mary had wonderfully shaped strong looking legs and a great round full butt. I had to mentally shake myself as I was now picturing Mary and mom rolling around on the floor in a match. I think Mary caught my stare as she turned around to ask which way to the kitchen. I felt my face redden a bit as I quickly caught up with her. Right thru here I gestured, I'll get you a glass.
Mary sat on a stool at the breakfast island while I got some ice and filled a glass. She took a long drink and kind of sighed, wish I could just sit here for awhile she said. We made some small talk for a couple minutes, she told me she had a son around my age and that he would be joining her next week. Turned out she was 39, a bit older than I would've guessed to look at her. While talking I also had a chance to better appraise her. I knew Marsha was 130#, and given how similar they were in height I would guess Mary was about 135. Mary also appeared to be fairly solid. I hadn't noticed any fat on her as she walked, nor did she appear to have any fat showing as she sat there on the stool with her legs dangling above the floor.
My thoughts were interupted as Mary asked, could you do one more big favor for me? I know this is a lot to ask she continued, but I have just a bit more to do, and I don't have any water yet. Would it be a big problem if I came over a little later and used your shower? I just feel a mess, and really want to clean up a bit before I call it a night. I could hardly say no, but I also felt this really threw a wrench into tonights plans for me. If Mary was around I just didn't see any way that Marsha and I could start our plan. Then again, just maybe.....no, probably not, hard to imagine Mary would also find it interesting. I inwardly sighed, then explained I was going to pick up my girlfriend, but would be back with her shortly. I told Mary mom wouldn't be home for a few hours yet, but if she wanted I saw no problem with her coming over to use the shower when I got back, or after mom got home if she preferred. Mary said great, asked if she could take a glass of water with her, then said she better get going cause the movers can't be trusted to put things where they belong. I watched her nice butt and toned legs head out the door, then got going myself.
I was back with Marsha in about half an hour. We had time for some intimacy, then Marsha said she better jump in the shower. She figured that just in case something did happen she would rather be clean. I heard Marsha laughing a few minutes later, and she stepped out of the bathroom holding one of mom's bras. Your mom sure has tiny breasts she laughed, then put the cups of mom's 34a bra over the end of her large breasts. Marsha wore a 36d and sometimes dd bra depending on the style and manufacturer. I kind of had to laugh myself, mom's bra did look tiny hanging on the end of Marsha's breasts, and there was sure as hell no way that bra could be stretched far enough to be fastened around Marsha. I stepped forward to give her a kiss, thinking that maybe seconds were in order when the doorbell rang. Oh my God, I had totally forgotten about Mary. I told Marsha to jump in the shower, and I would get the door.
Mary was at the door, she had a small bag with a change of clothes and had brought her own towel. I invited her in, and explained it would be a few minutes as my girlfriend was using the shower, but would be out shortly. I asked Mary if I could get her anything while she waited. Anything cold to drink would be nice she said, I'd also love to sit down, but feel to grimy to sit on any of the furniture. I said she could come out to the kitchen and have a seat while I fixed something to drink.
It wasn't long before I heard the water stop in the bathroom. I think Marsha should be out shortly I told her. To my embarassment, Marsha not knowing anyone was here came out half dressed. She padded into the kitchen barefoot with just her shorts and her bra on. She was still drying her hair with a towel and got partway thru asking me if we had a blow dryer when she realized there was another person there. Marsha kind of started, and all I could do was stutter. Mary was gracious though, and after giggling a bit and teasing about having caught us, told Marsha she had a blow dryer in her bag. Mary proceeded to introduce herself, and the next thing I knew the two of them were headed down the hall to the bathroom chatting away like two old friends.
I watched them go down the hall together, my gawd, what a sight, both had well shaped strong looking legs and great asses. Mary was just a bit wider in the hip than Marsha, the two of them were definetly a sight to behold. I heard Mary tell Marsha to help herself to the blow dryer while she jumped in the shower. I just stood in the hallway barely able to contain myself. I heard laughter in the bathroom and Mary's voice say I haven't seen a bra that small since I was 12, than more laughter as Mary said I want to try it on too.
I edged closer to the bathroom door to listen in. Marsha was telling Mary she had nice breasts, and Mary was telling Marsha they were nothing next to hers. That gave me a major visual, not to mention a major woody. Marsha said, don't sell yourself short, your's are nearly as big as mine, and neither of us have to worry about our breasts being small. Than more laughter followed by unlike Alex who probably has trouble finding herself in this little "a" cup. The two of them were having so much fun laughing and making fun of mom that I began to think having Mary around this evening might not be such a detriment to my plans afterall.
I could hear the two of them continueing to giggle in the bathroom. I edged closer to the door to listen. If that door opened now I was going to be one embarassed SOB. I heard Mary ask Marsha to take her bra off, "I want to see just how big they really are" Followed by "Oh my those are big" I then heard Mary say she wanted to try something. Mary quickly went on, I've heard guys talk about this before, and I always wondered what it would be like. Marsha, did you ever try a tit fight? Marsha laughed at that, then added I guess I have wondered also, I know one guy who would love to see that, then I heard more giggling. Marsha was really starting to laugh, I could just imagine grabbing one of my boobs and using it to hit Alex in the chest, those little tits of hers would probably pop with the first smack. Mary also laughed, then said, "C'mon Marsha, you have the advantage, but mine won't pop".
I now had my ear pressed to the door as I listened intently. Alright Marsha said, then I heard a light smack of what I imagine was breast hitting breast. There was more giggling and further smacks heard. The giggling was becoming less, and I heard Mary let out a couple little yelps. That was quickly followed by, ok, ok, that's enough, you win Marsha. Then I heard both mary and Marsha laugh. Mary told Marsha she had not expected that to hurt, if I try that again, I'll make sure to find a smaller chested opponent, then gave a bit of a sinister sounding giggle. Marsha laughed too, saying the only problem was Alex would never agree, you'd have to find a way to force her to agree.
Then the blow dryer came on followed by water running in the shower. It seemed there was more conversation, but there was to much background noise to make it out. I finally gave up, and went back to the kitchen to wait for Marsha to come out. I have to say I was having some pretty wild thoughts while I waited.
Marsha finished her hair, and came out to the kitchen to join me. She seemed quite excited. Marsha had worn a plain white sleeveless cotton shirt that accentuated her breasts and left a bit of her abdomen showing along with a pair of maroon colored shorts, with an elastic top. She had not bothered to put her shoes on and was barefoot when she joined me in the kitchen. Marsha announced that Mary was curious about wrestling mom also, and was willing to give a little help in setting things up for mom to wrestle Marsha. I was nearly beside myself as I thought of the possibility of seeing mom wrestle Marsha, then Mary also. Marsha then gave a quick account of her tit fight with Mary. Marsha said it really wasn't fair. She said Mary has nice tits, and they were probably a little bigger than her mother's, but proudly added, my breasts were to big and heavy for her. Marsha said they each took hold of their own breasts and used them to slap at each others breasts. Marsha claimed she made Mary wince a couple times before Mary said that was enough and gave up. Damn I would've loved to see that.
Marsha told me Mary would build mom up a bit once the conversation got around to discussing being tough. I could hardly wait, in fact I heard mom at the door just then. With any luck I may get a very interesting show tonight. Mom came into the kitchen, and as soon as she saw Marsha you could feel a bit of tension. Both were always polite with each other, but you couldn't miss the change in both when they were in the same room together. I think that was one reason Marsha had no problem with the idea of wrestling mom. I think Marsha looked at it as a way to assert herself as the dominant female.
Mom was, I think, a bit disappointed when I said we would be hanging around the house tonite. Mom clearly had hoped to have the house to herself this evening. With an exagerrated sigh, mom announced she was going to take a hot shower and relax. Oops, I thought as it hit me Mary was still in the shower herself. Uh mom, I said, sorry but Mary the new neighbor didn't have her water turned on yet and asked if she could get cleaned up over here. I'm really sorry I went on, I didn't expect you home quite yet, and I kind of felt sorry for her, I just couldn't say no. Mom kind of frowned at me, then said oh it's alright I guess. I'll just get a change of clothes together and see how much longer she'll be.
Mom headed down the hall to her room, and Marsha gave me a conspiratorial wink followed with a stifled laugh. In a few minutes I heard mom knock on the bathroom door as she said, it's Alex, are you about done in there? I heard Mary reply, just getting dressed, you can come in if you want. There was a few moments of silence, then I heard the door open. When it closed both Marsha and I quietly slipped into the hall.
We heard mom saying, oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were further along, and Mary reply just getting dried off Alex. Mary went on with, you have a great shower, I hope my water pressure is this good once they get things turned on for me. There seemed to be a bit more small talk that was mostly drowned out by the noise of Mary's blow dryer. I did hear mom invite Mary over Sunday. Mom told her that she was off Sunday, and planned on having a quiet afternoon by the pool and that Mary was welcome to join her if she had the time. Mary thanked mom and said she would be ready for a quiet afternoon by Sunday. Mary added that moving was exhausting work and she was looking forward to having a day to rest.
Marsha and I almost lingered to long in the hallway, and had barely gotten back to the kitchen when Mary came out. Mary had put on a clean pair of shorts and a red pull over knit shirt, she carried her shoes in her hand when she came into the kitchen. I suggested we all go sit in the living room. I heard Mary giggling as she told Marsha Alex had some droopy little tits and should consider getting a smaller bra that supported them better. They both had a good laugh about that as we walked into the living room. Marsha wanted to know Mary's opinion about how tough she thought mom was. Mary smiled, saying you never know for sure, but it is not hard to tell that Alex doesn't get any exercise. Mary went on to say she was pretty sure either of them could beat mom in a wrestling match. Marsha agreed saying she felt that way also. Marsha added saying I think my mom would take her also, though I don't know that she could take you, in fact I think I would have a hard time taking you. Now I was starting to squirm in my seat and hopefully subtly adjust my pants. This was quite incredible, Mary and Marsha talking about wrestling in front of me as if it were no big deal, and both quite sure they could defeat my mother. Gawd, I could hardly wait to see what happened.
Mary seemed curious about Marsha's mother, and pressed her for details. Marsha laughed saying, I'm the runt of the family, I guess my height was absorbed by my breasts, Marsha giggled at her own comment. Marsha went on saying her mother is 5'4" and 130-135#. Mom wears a 34c bra, but doesn't seem to be quite as big in the chest as you Mary. Mom isn't as wide in the hips as Alex, but her butt is more round and shapely than Alex's, her legs and arms are better toned also. I don't think I've ever seen Alex do much of anything in the house or yard, but my mom does a lot of yard and house work, plus she takes daily walks. I don't think mom is unusually strong, she's just in better shape than Alex. Marsha said she was stronger than her mother, and I bet you are too Mary.
I finally had to interrupt, I understand you guys discussing who may be stronger, but you both seem to be attaching importance to breast size, I don't get it. Now it actually took me a bit to spit that out. Especially in front of Mary who I really didn't know. I'm sure my voice betrayed my nervousness, and both Marsha and Mary laughed at my awkward attempt to ask my question.
Mary spoke first, saying look Tom, put two women in the same room and both will evaluate the other. Not only that, both are aware the other is going to give them at least a brief critical eye. Laughing, Mary added, I guess it's just a female thing, but we are much harder on each other than men are of women. Beleive me, a woman with a good body, and especially obviously bigger breasts is going to be intimidating to less well formed women. In a confrontation, be it verbal or physical, more often than not, having bigger breasts and a better body will prove to be an advantage. The other woman will be quicker to back down, and ceretainly be more tentative if things start to become physical. It is an almost sure mental advantage.
Mary told me she saw it in the bathroom with mom. Your mother and I did give each other a quick look over. In fact, once Alex was undressed I intentionally made a little show of dropping my towel and starting to dress. I saw her eyes follow me as I hooked my bra, then tucked my breasts into the cups one at a time after slipping the straps over my shoulders. I also saw your mother subconsciously cover those saggy little breasts of hers as soon as I let go of my towel. Alex even stepped back a bit, then made a point of keeping as far from me as possible when she got into the shower. Even tired and wore out as I am tonight, going by your mother's body language I would be willing to bet Alex would not willingly wrestle me. I may be four inches shorter than Alex, but I have already won the mental battle, I felt it, and her actions showed Alex did to, she's the one who came out on the short end in that regard.
Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening, I kind of started at the sound, and Marsha and Mary gave each other a short grin. Mom didn't come out right away though, instead she went back to her bedroom first, leaving us all in anticipation for a few extra minutes. It wasn't long before we heard footsteps in the hall, I looked at Marsha as she took a deep breath, then let it out.
Mom came into the room wearing a loose fitting cotton t-shirt and sweat pants. I guess mom felt a little cool with the air conditioning on as she mormally wore shorts around the house. Mom asked if anyone wanted something to drink, Mary said she would love some ice tea if any was made, while Marsha declined. We heard the clinking of ice cubes and mom was back fairly quickly. She handed Mary her ice tea. I watched mom as she approached Mary. I think Mary was right about the mental thing, I'm sure I caught mom giving Mary's bare legs a bit of a jealous stare as she carried in the drinks. In mom's defense, Mary did have very well shaped, strong looking calves and thighs. Even sitting in a relaxed position as Mary was with her legs crossed it was obvious. I know mom didn't like the shape of her own legs, and except for relaxing at home, she always wore pants or long dresses to go out.
Mom sat down with a sigh, setting her drink on the table. I could see she had gotten herself a scotch and water to relax with. Mom lit a cigarette, took a sip of scotch and leaned back in the chair. I decided this was a good time to make a brief exit and excused myself. This seemed like a good time to pee. I doubted much was going to happen immediately, and didn't want to risk missing anything later.
The bathroom was still a bit steamy from mom's shower. I finished taking a leak and washed my hands. I noticed for the first time that there were several items hanging on the towel rack as I reached for a hand towel. I took a close look at the bra, it was still damp with perspiration, I checked the tag and saw it was a 36c. No doubt it was Mary's, just a bit small for Marsha, and way to big to be mom's. Marsha had left her swimsuit hanging on a hook on the bathroom door. I looked over by the shower stall and saw one of mom's bras hanging there. I couldn't resist, I took Mary's bra, then placed mom's bra so that the cups of mom's bra were inside the cups of Mary's. I had not before realised what a difference there was between and "a" and a "c" cup. I saw both had left their panties behind also, and though I was tempted to compare those also, I was beginning to feel I was taking to long in the bathroom. Guilt and embarassment of being caught stopped me, plus the possibility of more exciting things made me stop. I replaced the underwear as I had found them, and came out.
I stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a beer for myself. Mom never objected to me having a few beers at home, she said she figured I had more than that from time to time as a college student, and as long as I was responsible wasn't going to make a big deal of it.
As I started into the front room I heard mom talking to Marsha. Mom was telling Marsha that Judy, (Marsha's mother) was maybe not that tough, but mom doubted Marsha could defeat her wrestling. Marsha responded with a touch of irritation saying, I wasn't implying my mother was weak, I actually think she is fairly strong, it's just that if we wrestled for fun, I'm stronger than she is, and would be able to pin her down. In fact, Marsha added with a bit more edge to her voice, I think if you and my mom wrestled, my mom would be able to pin YOU down. I almost dropped my beer. I don't know how the conversation was steered to this, but to my surprise things seemed to be progressing better than I had thought possible.
When I came into the room there was a lot of body language being expressed. Marsha was sitting forward, almost on the edge of her seat. Mary had uncrossed her legs, and had changed from a relaxed slumped back position to sitting straight up. Mom was trying to appear relaxed, but seemed to have a nervous look on her face. I didn't miss that mom's drink was empty, and that she also had a lit cigarette in the ash tray, while preparing to light another. Mom looked up as I came into the room, and immediately requested another drink. Damn I thought, now I'm going to miss more than I already have. Manners overcame haste, and I asked if anyone else wanted anything. I hoped my voice didn't give away the excitement I was feeling. Mary announced she thought maybe a beer was now in order while Marsha didn't want anything. I set my own beer down, and somewhat reluctantly went back to the kitchen.
As I walked out I could hear mom telling Marsha that while she did not think Judy would be an easy opponent, "I do think if we wrestled several times I would win more than I lost". Marsha disagreed right away, saying her mother was in better shape, and that whether they wrestled once, or ten times, her mother would prevail every time. I feel I was fortunate not to drop mom's empty glass as I left the room.
Listening hard while in the kitchen I heard Mary say. Well Marsha, I have never met your mother, and of course know little about Alex, but it seems to me you're saying you could wrestle Alex and defeat her easily. At least it seems that way if you feel your mother would defeat her, and you say you would defeat your mother. I have no way to know for sure, but I think Alex might well prove tougher than you think. Oh my God was all I could think, then swore gently to myself as ice cubes went flying while popping them out of the tray.
I heard Marsha saying, so you think Alex is the toughest in this room. Mary responded with a laugh, saying, well tonight I would be no match for anyone. I'm to exhausted to put up much of a fight, and tonight either of you would probably have me on my back in fairly short order. Then her voice taking on a more serious tone Mary added, now on a different day, I do believe I would prevail against either you or Alex. Mary quickly added, I'm not saying it would be easy, but I think I would win.
I was scrambling trying to gather ice cubes off the floor and finish getting drinks. Things definetly seemed to be approaching a head. Mom gave a nervous laugh, saying, well Mary I guess I better wrestle you tonight so I can beat you at least once. Mary laughed again, saying "Oh c'mon Alex, were just talking about friendly competition, I'm not going to be looking to wrestle you on any particular day, were just talking. Mom replied she understood, but didn't feel she would be easy on any day. Mary said, welllllll....., if you want to some time, maybe we can try it and find out who really is better. Just not tonight, I feel like I can barely get out of this chair let alone do anything else physical tonight. Maybe though, you and Marsha should try each other, Marsha sounds like she would like to.
I got into the front room in time to see Marsha give mom what was almost a leer, and say. Well Alex, it won't prove whether or not my mom would defeat you, but I'm willing to prove that I can. I could barely believe what was happening as I crossed the romm and delivered the drinks. Mom had just lit another cigarette, making it three she now had burning. Mom took a long drink as soon as I handed mom her drink. As I handed a beer to Mary I could hear mom saying, "You aren't serious are you Marsha"?
Why not, replied Marsha, you seem to think neither mom or I would pose a serious challenge, let's find out. Then added in a slightly sarcastic tone, unless the idea of me getting you down and making you give up scares you. I had just sat on the edge of a chair, I knew I wasn't fooling anyone about my interest in what was happening. Marsha had very obviously thown down the challenge, and my eyes darted between Marsha and mom as I wondered if it was really going to happen. Marsha continued to press on saying, you know Alex, after I beat you I'll be glad to bring my mother over some day to also show you you're wrong.
Mom took another quick drink, virtually emptying her glass. Ohhhh please Marsha, you know your mother would never agree to such a thing. I also think you are being a bit disrespectful to me. I am not the least afraid of you, I just see no reason to fight. I think Marsha knew she had mom in a corner so to speak, and continued to try and goad mom into giving it a try. Alex, she said, you know I don't mean an out and out fight. I'm taking about a contest for fun, adding, and also to prove I'm right about me being able to win. C'mon Alex, there is lots of room here, then standing Marsha said, besides the floor has a nice thick carpet for you to land on. Looking at mom I thought she was still hesitant, then I saw mom look at Mary. Mary was looking back and forth between mom and Marsha, but saying nothing. I think it was fortunate that Mary was there. Mom set her drink down, then stood. I hope you are ready and won't feel bad about this Marsha. Mom was talking to Marsha, but kept glancing at Mary. At first I thought mom was hoping Mary would intercede and call a halt to things, then it hit me, mom couldn't back down to the much shorter Marsha because Mary was there.
Mary seemed to be quite excited to watch this herself, and was the first to chime in with what kind of rules are you two going to use? Mom looked up and said, well I guess it's just whoever can pin the other down. Marsha wanted a bit more than that though. Marsha said it should be only when one of them gives up. Mom wanted to know what the difference was, and Marsha said I want to hear you give up and admit who is tougher. Mary said, I think you should both agree this is just wrestling and there is no need to be mean by hitting or scratching at each other. Marsha agreed, and stepped into the middle of the room saying I'm ready Alex, shall we start. Marsha had thick reddish-brown hair that came to just below her shoulders and gave her head a toss as she reached up and brushed her hair back with her hands, the look on her face daring mom to meet her in the middle of the room.
Mom looked like she was getting a little irritated with Marsha's attitude, but had not yet moved to meet Marsha. Mom looked at Marsha, telling her ya know Marsha I really can beat you, and I could beat your mother also, I'll give you one more chance, are you sure you really want to do this? Marsha actually laughed, saying oh yes, I want to do this. I'll tell you something else also Alex, my mom would jump at the chance to do this also. You have not exactly been warm to me, or my mother the few times you two have met. I will have no problem getting mom to stop over some evening for a shot at this. Once we have each held you down and made you admit who the better women are maybe you'll have some new respect for both of us. Mom told Marsha to go ahead and arrange for Judy to come over, I hope your mother does want to wrestle, personally I think Judy could use a good beating.
This was supposed to be a friendly match, but now it looked like some emotions were boiling over. I began to feel this could be a bit rougher than I had wanted or planned on. Mary looked at both, then glanced over to me, I swear she winked at gave me a brief smile. I didn't have time to wonder though, mom had now advanced to the middle of the room. Marsha took a deep breath causing her large breasts to rise as she moved to meet mom. I saw mom look down at Marsha's chest, and pause briefly, then reached out and shoved Marsha. Marsha was pushed back a step, then she returned mom's shove sending mom back a couple steps. Then both closed in a mutual attempt to wrap the other up and throw the other to the floor.
There was no conversation, just the two of them locked up in a standing position, each grunting with effort as they sought an advantage. Both were leaning into each other, mom had gotten an arm around Marsha's head, while Marsha had an arm around mom's waist while reaching up trying to pull mom's arm from around her head. Marsha was using her legs, and was slowly driving mom back. Mom's feet were sliding on the carpet, and mom stepped back a bit to try and dig in. As mom stepped back Marsha was able to pry mom's arm from her head. Marsha stepped to mom's side while at the same time pulling mom's arm down, then turned mom's arm behind her back. Mom tried to turn out of Marsha's hold, but Marsha got a leg in front of mom tripping her to the floor. Mom got one arm out to break her fall, but still let out a grunt as she hit the floor. Marsha was immediately on mom's back trying to regain control of mom's arm. Mom yelled, Get off me!!, and threw herself to the side, also throwing Marsha part way off her. Marsha hit the floor on her side, letting out a grunt herself. Oh no Alex, Marsha exclaimed as mom tried to scramble loose and Marsha dove after her grabbing one of mom's legs.
I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye, and looked over at Mary. To my surprize Mary was absently massaging her breast with one hand as she watched mom and Marsha on the floor. Mary was smiling as she watched mom who was now trying to kick her leg out of Marsha's grasp. Watching Mary's intense interest in the match was almost as fun as watching mom and Marsha. I found myself wondering if Mary was picturing herself wrestling mom. My attention went completely back to mom and Marsha as mom letting out a high pitched ohhhhhh. Marsha had a solid grip on mom's leg, and had just drug her three or four feet across the floor and into the middle of the room. Mom kicked at Marsha again with her free leg catching Marsha just enough to knock her off balance as she leaned back. Marsha lost her grip and landed on her butt. Marsha quickly got to her knees as mom spun around also coming to her knees. I could see mom was breathing hard, she also had a bit more of a concerned look on her face than she probably wanted to be showing. While it was still early in the match, Marsha seemed to be proving her claim of being the stronger of the two. Marsha was motioning for mom to come towards her while telling mom I can see it, you already know you can't beat me. That's not true mom exclaimed, then dove at Marsha. I knew now that nothing in earnest had yet happened, now the battle was really on.
Marsha was caught by surprize at mom's sudden move. Marsha was on her knees, and was bowled over by mom diving into her. A mad scramble ensued as mom grabbed at anything in a frantic effort to subdue Marsha. Marsha, with mom on top of her, was struggling to get hold of mom's arms, while at the same time getting one leg over mom's thigh. Mom had gotten hold of Marsha's knit top, and had pulled it partly over Marsha's head. The two of them were grunting and cursing each other as they struggled.
Mom took full advantage of pulling Marsha's shirt over her head. The move had partially trapped Marsha's arms, making it difficult for Marsha to secure a grip and throw mom off her. I could tell Marsha was really struggling at this point. With her shirt over her head, and far enough up her arms to limit Marsha's use of her arms, mom was frantically going for the pin. Mom had gripped both of Marsha's wrists, but before she could slide up further to add leverage Marsha got her other leg around mom's thigh, locking mom's legs in a tight grip and preventing her from gaining a better position. While Marsha had been surprized by mom's tenacity, Marsha's superior strength was showing. Marsha's arms were partly trapped by her shirt, but mom was unable to pin her arms down, even though mom should've had the advantage being on top.
With a loud grunt of effort, Marsha used her hips and legs to turn mom to the side, and partly off her. Mom lost her grip on one of Marsha's wrists as Marsha fought to get loose. Marsha, unable to see with her shirt over her head, surged against mom with her shoulders while still maintaining a leg over mom's thighs. Mom desparetly trying to hang on pulled Marsha's shirt over the top of her head, leaving Marsha's arms still partly restrained by the shirt.
With an effort Marsha forced mom over, rolling on top of her. Mom tried to keep her grip on Marsha's arm, but Marsha fought loose, then quickly pulled her shirt the rest of the way off freeing her arms. Mom reached up grabbing at Marsha. Mom ended up grabbing Marsha's bra in the front. Mom tried to pull Marsha over by her bra, while Marsha rotated on top of mom and tried to pull away. Marsha moved over the top of mom's head as she tried to rotate out of mom's grasp, ending up with her head over mom's head, and her hands on mom's shoulders. As Marsha moved clear of mom her bra ended up pulled up around her neck freeing both of Marsha's huge breasts. Marsha picked up one hand and delivered a stinging slap to mom's face causing mom to release her grip on Marsha's bra. Mom let out a yip of pain from the blow, then rolled away from Marsha as Marsha straightened and came to her knees.
Marsha was pissed, so this is how you want to fight Alex, Marsha exclaimed. Marsha had no problem with nudity, and pulled her bra the rest of the way off and threw it at mom. You want a strip fight Alex, I'll give you a strip fight! Marsha looked great, she was on her knees again, huge beautiful breasts hanging free as she glared at mom. I took a look at mom, who had also gotten to her knees. Mom had her hands on her thighs, leaning forward a bit and breathing hard. It didn't appear to me that mom had much left. I knind of got the feeling mom had just given her best shot and had come up short. I was momentarily to find Mary felt much the same.
I hadn't been paying attention to Mary, and was startled to realize she was now right next to me. Mary whispered, this won't take long now, your mom looks finished. Mom was breathing hard, and I had to agree I didn't think she had much more left in her, but mom also still looked angry, and maybe her anger would sustain her for a bit yet.
Marsha sensed mom was getting close to exhaustion, and took a deep breath, lifting her large breasts as she inhaled. Mom was still clothed, her loose fitting pajama top that buttoned down the front was intact. Her sweat pants were a bit askew from rolling around with Marsha, but were still in place. Even so, as Marsha inhaled deeply showing off her nude chest I saw mom instinctively cover her front with her hands. Mom's look of anger was briefly displaced with a wide eyed silent O as she stared at Marsha's large breasts. Mom shook her head, and inched backwards on her knees. I think mom was trying to buy time to catch her breath before engaging Marsha again.
Marsha was in no mood to give mom a break at this point, and Marsha surged forward lunging into mom. Mom went over backwards with Marsha right on top of her. Marsha's forward motion had sent her breasts flying freely, and there was a dull sounding slap as one of them caught mom in the face.
Mom tried to grab Marsha's arms as she grappled from the bottom, while Marsha went right for mom's pajama top. Marsha gave the material a hard jerk, sending buttons flying as she tore mom's top open. Mom shrieked at Marsha while taking a wild swing at her. I heard the slap of contact that sent Marsha's boob flying into her chin. Marsha let out a yelp of pain, then screamed at mom saying "You're going to be sorry for that you BITCH".
Marsha was over the top of mom, and mom was on her back on the floor with her pajama top laying open. Mom had no bra on and her little breasts were laying flat against her chest. Marsha grabbed mom by her upper arms, jerking her off the floor. Marsha shook mom violently, then slammed her back to the floor. Mom's head hit the carpet with a dull thud. Marsha reached under mom's shoulder and turned her partway over while jerking on mom's top with her other hand. I think mom was dazed as Marsha rather easily rolled mom side to side and pulled mom's top of without much resistance. Marsha rolled mom back to her back, then attacked mom's tits. Marsha grabbed each between her thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting them. That kind of brought mom back around. Mom was howling in pain as she grabbed Marsha's wrists and tried to pry Marsha's grip from her tits.
Mom was unable to loosen Marsha's grip, and in desperation grabbed Marsha's breasts. Mom had her hands buried in Marsha's breasts, as she squeezed hard with both hands. Marsha let go with one hand and delivered a ringing slap to mom's face. A second blow quickly followed, and mom released Marsha's breasts. Mom tried to swing at Marsha, but Marsha caught her wrists, and in a show of superiority solidly pinned both mom's arms to the floor. Marsha was directly over the top of mom's face, her breasts hanging inches from mom's face. Mom was twisting her head side to side, and thrashing her legs and hips back and forth on the floor. Marsha could not be unseated from her dominant position on mom's chest. I could see Marsha grinning as she lowered one of her breasts onto mom's face. Mom turned her face to the side while straining to move her arms. Marsha's breast was now covering the whole side of mom's face as she continued to hold mom's arms immobile on the floor.
Marsha raised up a bit, then by moving her shouldrs back and forth started her large breasts swaying over mom's face. Then by alternately dipping her shoulders Marsha began slapping mom's face with her breasts. Mom was litterally spitting at Marsha. The blows were not hard by any means, but I could hear the repeated sound of dull slaps as Marsha tormented mom.
I was to excited by the scene to care as I rubbed myself thru my shorts, Mary had moved quite close to me as she continued to whisper comments to me. Her leg felt solid and strong as she leaned in close to say, how would you like to see me fighting your mother. I almost blew a load at that thought. Mary caught my excitement as I took a fast deep breath. Ahhhh, Mary said, you would enjoy seeing that, maybe this weekend will be your lucky one. She slipped her hand under mine and briefly gave my dick a squeeze. Mary added one more thing, saying, Marsha is tough, I would love to test her some time, I'll whip your mother, but Marsha and I would have a close tough match. I looked at Mary, whose attention was now back on mom and Marsha.
Marsha seemd to be in complete control. Mom's legs were flailing, and she was trying to twist out from under Marsha, but Marsha had total control of mom's upper body. Marsha seemed pretty intent, and I had the feeling Marsha was going to make a statement by completely defeating and humiliating mom.
Marsha had her knees firmly clamped to mom's ribs with her butt seated on mom's abdomen. Mom was trying to use her legs to kick out from under Marsha without success. Marsha continued to keep mom's arms firmly pinned to the floor. Marsha began taunting mom, telling mom she was going to strip her naked and spank her bare ass in front of everyone. Mom could only grunt in effort as she futilely tried to get loose. Ya know, Marsha went on, you fought a little better than I expected, but my mom is tougher than you, and I will enjoy watching her hold you helpless till you surrender. Watching you squirm while my mom holds you down will be almost as much fun as I'm having now. Mom practically cried out, get off me, I'll show you yet!!
What's wrong Alex, are you so wimpy you can't get loose from a girl five inches shorter than you? C'mon Alex, I know you thought you were enough bigger than me to win. Make me get off you! Mom redoubled her effort to squirm out from under Marsha, but her upper body remained solidly pinned by Marsha. Mom kept kicking her legs and twisting her hips in an almost pathetic attempt to unseat Marsha. Marsha briefly roze up, then slammed her butt into mom's abdomen. Mom let out a grunt, and drew her legs up in response to the blow. Beg me Alex, beg me to let you up for a second chance, c'mon beg little Marsha to let you up. Mom still gasping for air demanded Marsha let her up, to which Marsha laughed. No, no, not till you beg me to let you up, then Marsh raised up again and drove her ass once more into mom's abdomen. We could all hear the air rush out of mom's mouth a second time.
What's that Alex I can't hear you Marsha cooed. Then said, say it louder Alex. Mom was still fighting to get her breath back, but her whispered plea was plain to us all. Please Marsha, please let me up. Marsha laughed at mom, Alex are you sure you want a second chance? Then laughed again, clearly enjoying herself.
Marsha then dug her knees into mom's ribs, bringing a groan of pain from mom. Marsha let out a short laugh, then moved off mom and stepped clear. C'mon Alex, I'll give you a second chance, get up and try and stop me. Marsha shook her hair, then took hold of both her breasts and shook them at mom, saying I've got more for you Alex, get up or I'll pull your sweats off and paddle your ass where you lie.
Mom rolled on to her side, then slowly began to move to her knees. I could see she looked pretty winded from struggling beneath Marsha. Marsha's attention was for the moment riveted to watching mom trying to get up. I could see a smile of satisfaction and pride on Marsha's face. She knew everything was in her control now, and was enjoying every moment. Mary gave me a slight elbow in the side, and whispered. What do you think, would you enjoy seeing me give your mother a good spanking? Mary was fully aware of how aroused I was watching Marsha dominate mom, and was enjoying teasing and egging me on. Marsha glanced over at us, and gave a disapproving look to Mary. Mary winked and smiled at Marsha, then in a mildly sarcastic tone exhorted mom. C'mon Alex, you can still do it, you can't let this young girl whip you. Mom looked towards Mary, who managed to put a serious look on her face, get up Alex, you're bigger than Marsha, you can still do it, you just can't let her win this easily.
Mom looked to Mary, then shakily got to her feet. Mom was still breathing hard, and though standing, she was bent forward, her hands on her thighs. Putting on a brave face mom said, I'm not done yet, I'll still show you Marsha. Marsha practically chortled as she said, good Alex, I was hoping you wouldn't just lay down and quit.
Mom claimed she wasn't done yet, but she made no move to meet Marsha as Marsha advanced on her. Marsha was enjoying her moment, she intentionally advanced slowly. Marsha held her arms out, motioning with her hands for mom to come to her. Mom straightened, standing more erect as Marsha slowly closed the gap between them. To her credit mom didn't back up. Mom brought her arms up in a defensive posture only to have Marsha grab one of her arms and smoothly step around mom while easily twisting mom's arm behind her back. Mom was forced forward and bent over at the waist as Marsha pushed mom's hand high behind her back. Mom let out a groan as Marsha stood directly behind her applying upward pressure to mom's arm. Marsha grabbed the back of mom's hair with her free hand jerking her head back while at the same time bringing her knee up high and driving it into mom's butt. Mom let out a yelp of pain as she was pulled more upright and kneed in the butt. Marsha let go of mom's hair, then used her free hand to pull mom's sweat pants off her butt. Mom tried to step forward, but Marsha quickly caught her by the hair again pulling mom back to her while still maintaining her hold on mom's arm. Marsha pulled mom's head back by the hair while driving mom's pinnioned arm further up her back. I could see tears beginning to form around mom's eyes as she groaned in pain and discomfort.
Marsha had total control of mom, and almost casually raised her leg up high, and caught mom's sweats with her toes, and pulled them all the way to the floor. Every time mom tried to surge forward or rotate away from Marsha, Marsha pulled her head back by the hair to keep mom off balance. Marsha briefly let go of mom's hair and grabbed a handfull of her butt while laughing as she squeezed and shook mom's butt. Mom still had her panties on, but even with that you could see mom's soft ass wiggling as Marsha shook it with her hand. Mom tried to turn out of Marsha's grip, but Marsha continued to maintain pressure on mom's arm along with a good handful of mom's ass. Marsha pulled mom back to her by her ass. then in a quick motion jerked mom's panties down, exposing her bare ass. Mom's butt was now hanging out with her panties still around her thighs.
Marsha was enjoying herself, she grabbed mom by the hair again pulling her head back. Marsha couldn't resist bringing her knee up and playfully bump mom's ass with her knee causing mom's butt to shake and jiggle. Marsha laughed as she told mom how much fun it was going to be spanking her soft ass. Mom was trying to pull away, but had no leverage with her head pulled back by the hair and Marsha keeping her bent backwards to the point of mom's shoulders practically touching Marsha and her head right by Marsha's face.
Mary was struggling to supress a laugh as she watched mom's butt jiggle each time Marsha tapped it with her knee. Mary looked at me and said I'm going to have fun with her when my chance comes. Marsha is tough, but I'm meaner, then winked and said I'm also a bit more evil when given the chance. I looked at Mary saying, you're really serious aren't you? Oh yes, she replied, isn't that what you want? I knid of stammered a bit in spite of already having talked some about this and regardless of what was going on right in front of us. Y-y-yes I managed to say, but how will you get mom to do this? Then added, mom isn't doing to well now, I don't think she will want to take you on after this. Mary just patted my leg and said don't worry I have a few ideas and I'm sure one of them will work. She added, just to remind you, I am more evil than Marsha, and if things go like I think they will I will be much harder on Alex than Marsha has been. Then added with a grin and a wink, but that's what you'd really like isn't it? I felt my face go red, and for a moment I couldn't look at Mary. She was right though, that was exactly what I wanted to see. Not that I wanted to see mom take a whipping, or had it in for my mom in some sadistic way. In fact I'm sure I would be excited if mom were winning now, or able to defeat Mary. I just don't think I would be as excited as I felt now. It was funny the emotions I was feeling watching Marsha show her physical superiority over mom. I did want Marsha to win of course, but it was becoming enough one sided that I felt a mixture of fear, embarassment for mom, and a rush watching Marsha do this. It was very much that adrenaline rush you sometimes feel when surprised or suddenly excited. I had the feeling it would be even more intense watching Mary and mom go at it. I did not have an emotional stake in Mary winning as I did with Marsha. If Mary won I think watching that would actually heighten this intense adrenaline rush I was now feeling. With Marsha and mom there was some confusing loyalties, with Mary and mom that would not be the case. If Mary were to defeat mom in the manner she was suggesting all my emotions would be heightened. I knew it sounded a bit sick as I thought this, but the emotional and sexual peak of seeing that would be huge. Mary nudged me with her elbow, repeating, that's what you want, isn't it? I could only nod my head in agreement, I didn't have the voice to say yes. A groan of pain from mom brought me back to her current predicament.
Mom groaned in pain each time Marsha pulled her head back by the hair, and had even started pleading with Marsha to turn her loose. with mom's panties pulled down to just below her butt, Marsha repeated her earliar move. She raised her leg up, catching mom's panties with her foot and pulled them to the floor. Then with her foot firmly planted on mom's panties and sweats, (which were both still around mom's ankles), Marsha let go of mom and pushed her forward. With mom's ankles still in her panties and sweats she couldn't get her feet loose to step forward and ended up falling to the floor face first. Marsha quickly bent and jerked mom's clothes off her ankles leaving mom totally naked on the floor. Mom started to get up, but only made it to her knees. Marsha gave her a hard kick in the ass, sending her forward and back to the floor. Mom yelped in pain, then let out a grunt as she hit the floor face first. It was truly dawing on me how badly Marsha had worn mom out. Mom had been unable to get her arms out in time to break her fall after Marsha kicked her. I could tell mom was angry, but I could also see her frustration at not being able to hold her own against the much shorter Marsha. Mom was really struggling to get up due to exhaustion, but that didn't prevent her anger from showing as she caled Marsha a little bitch whore. I think that was a bad move on mom's part. Marsha had already proved she was to tough for mom, and this was not the time to truly piss Marsha off.
Mary must've thought so also, as she quickly said, Oh my God Alex, I'm sorry, but she's got you and you better give up and apoligise. Mom looked at Mary in mild surprise, then looked at Marsha. Marsha was no longer grinning, and had fire in her eyes. Marsha exclaimed, little bitch whore huh!! I'm going to teach you a lesson you weak bitch! Alex, you should've just given up and admitted that I'm to tough for you. You really blew it cause I don't care how much you beg for me to stop, I'm going to beat you senseless, and still give that soft ass of yours a spanking right in front of Mary and Tom. Mary looked at Marsha saying, c'mon Marsha just finish it and let her give, it's pretty well over anyway. Marsha was having none of that, and yelled at mom to get on her feet if she could.
Mom slowly worked her way to her feet, watching Marsha as she stood. Mom couldn't quite straighten up, and held her abdoemn in pain as she faced Marsha. Marsha began a slow deliberate advance on mom, and mom edged uneasily back. With mom backing away Marsha accelerated her pace. Just as Marsha was closing mom threw a punch, catching Marsha in the abdomen. It didn't really have much on it, though Marsha let out a little grunt from the impact. Nor did it slow Marsha, she waded right in jerking mom's arm from her abdomen, then delivered a hard shot to mom's exposed belly burying her fist into mom's belly. Mom practically folded in two as she dropped to her knees. Mom was gasping for air and wrapped her arms around Marsha's hips in an effort to keep herself from falling over. Marsha followed with a kick to mom's belly sending her to her ass, then another punch to mom's face knocking her to her back. Marsha bent over grabbing mom by one arm and burying her hand in mom's hairy bush. Marsha drug mom into the center of the room by her arm and bush, mom was dazed, but not so much as to not moan in pain while Marsha hauled her across the floor.
Marsha let go of mom and spent a cuple moments standing over mom and watching her. Mom was flat on her back in the center of the room. Mom's eyes were open, but unfocused as she lay there naked and whipped. Marsha casually took her foot and pushed mom's face side to side. A low moan occasionally escaped mom. Changing her position a bit Marsha moved her foot to mom's chest and pinched mom's little tit with her toes. Now Marsha stepped over mom's legs then knelt, her knees were just touching mom's thighs. Marsha reached forward grabbing mom by one arm and her hair to pull mom to a sitting position. Marsha sat on mom's thighs as she pulled her forward. Marsha shook mom's head trying to get her attention, then let go of mom's head and wrapped her arms around mom's chest. Mom's head fell to Marsha's shoulder, then Marsha began squeezing mom's chest with her arms. A low moan escaped mom as her face began to redden from the pressure. Marsha was crushing the air from mom, and mom was totally defenseless and unable to resist at all.
Marsha let go of mom, and mom fell back to the floor. Staying over the top of mom Marsha moved forward and began lightly slap
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Alex, have you met the new woman who moved in down the street? My Ralph was talking about her the other day with Tom. They are both impressed with the new woman who moved in down the street. That got them talking about our fight. LOL, those boys sure were impressed with seeing me beat you. I've overheard their talk many times. I know Millie, I've heard them too. I know Tom wants me to challenge you to another match. He won't come out and say it, but I've heard them talking. It hurts hearing Tom admit he doesn't believe I can win a rematch. It hurts even more that he wants to see it happen even though he doesn't believe I can win.
Well Alex, do you believe you could win against me? Sigh, I don't know what to think Millie, I'm still so embarassed about losing to you. I'm bigger than you are. Why do you want to torture me with this conversation? Oh Alex, don't get so worked up. I wanted to talk about the new woman on the block, if I want to go on about our fight, I won't bother with talk, I'll simply show you again which of us is tougher.
Which brings me to why I came over to see you Alex. What do you mean Millie? Alex began backing up as she raised her arms defensively in front of her. Giggle, I see you know better than to start anything Alex. Millie stepped forward, relax Alex, I want to talk about Belle. We need to find some things out, and I have a little task for you.
With Millie right in front of her, Alex stepped back again, briefly looking startled as her butt bumped into a wall. What are you up to Millie? What do you want from me? Millie surveyed Alex, who had backed herself against a wall. Smiling as she spoke, why it's simple Alex, you're going to find out just how tough this Belle is. Alex stared back with a blank look that slowly changed to shock. Why should I do this, you're the one who wants to know?
Well Alex, it's like this. Little Shelly put you on your back and whipped you, I showed Shelly not to mess with me, AND I gave you a lesson in humility. Stepping right into Alex, Millie stuck her chest out, wearing a bra that lifted her breasts high, she pressed herself against Alex using her body to force Alex tight against the wall. By default Alex, you have no choice. I rule this block, and so far you are at the bottom of the pecking order on this street. You are going to challenge Belle. As far as I'm concerned Belle has to earn the right to face me, and YOU Alex are the first step in that process.
Feeling very uncomfortable with the shorter Millie pressing her breasts against her Alex placed her hands on Millie's shoulders while attempting to push her away. I won't do it Millie, you want to know how tough Belle is, then you go fight her. Millie pressed herself tighter against Alex while grabbing Alex's hands. In slow motion Millie gradually rotated Alex's hands outward. Alex, her arms trembling with effort resisted. Millie twisted Alex's hands further, and began forcing her arms downward. Nooooooooooo Millie, you won't make me do it. Millie forced Alex's arms to he sides, continuing to rotate Alex's wrists, Alex began to sink to her knees.
Alex looked up at Millie, let go of me Millie, I won't do it. Alex found herself on her knees, her arms now pressed against the wall, her wrists rotated painfully outward as Millie smiled and sank to her own knees coming eye to eye with Alex. Well Alex, I suppose you could try to convince Shelly to take your place. Laughing, though I don't think you really want to give Shelly another shot at you. Taunting, Millie said, that must've been an awful feeling having a woman almost 5 inches shorter than you take you to the ground and hold you helpless Alex.
Alex struggled in vain to free herself from Millie's grip. Alex, do I have to kick your ass again? I don't care Millie, you can't force me to do this. Oh, but I can Alex. Releasing her grip on Alex, Millie gripped Alex by the chin, you forget Alex, I own you, now to prove it. Millie gave Alex a kiss on the lips, then grabbed a handful of hair, jerking Alex to the side. I can, and will make you agree Alex. Following Alex down as she drug Alex to the side by her hair, Millie ended up straddling Alex on the floor. Alex kicked her legs and thrashed under Millie. Get off me Millie Alex screamed, then swung wildly at Millie's head.
Slaps and thuds rang out as Alex struggled beneath Millie, and Millie rained blows on Alex. Millie let out a few yelps as Alex occasionally connected. Alex by far took the blunt of the blows. Soon groggy, Alex could only moan as Millie jerked Alex's blouse open blouse open. Alex felt herself being stripped. Rolled back and forth, Alex felt her blouse, then bra, then shorts and panties come off. To groggy to resist Alex could only feebly struggle while Millie roughly stripped her.
Millie left Alex lying on the floor, and strolled into the bathroom. Returning, Millie carried an electric clippers with her. Alex had curled into a ball on the floor, still groggy Alex felt herself turned to her back, then grunted as Millie sat on her belly. Alex kicked weakly as she felt Millie pry her legs apart. Alex heard the buzz of the clippers, but was unable to clear her head enough to know what was happening.
By the time Alex was coherent enough to know her predicament, Millie had herself stripped to her scanty panties, and was seated on Alex's chest, pinning her solidly to the floor. Inching forward Millie pushed her crotch into Alex's chin. Seeing that Alex's eyes were beginning to focus, Millie laughed. I just did you a favor Alex. I noticed your bush still had a few bald spots from our last fight, so I evened it out for you. You fight like a little girl, have tits like a little girl, and know you have a bald pussy to complete your little girl look.
Please get off me Millie, pleeeeeease. In good time Alex, or I should say as soon as you agree to take on Belle. Millie wriggled her pussy further into Alex's chin. I can ride you all day Alex, you can suffer under me, or agree to take on Belle. Laughing again Millie added, or I suppose you could agree, then try to foce Shelly to fight Belle first, course we both know how that will go.
Alright, alright Millie, you win, I'll do it, just let me up, Tom will be home soon, and I don't want him to see me this way again. Good girl Alex, I knew I could get you to see things my way. Millie stood, then watched with a grin as Alex slowly got to her feet. Alex slowly moved to a chair, then sat down. Looking between her legs in disbelief Alex ran her hand over her now bald pussy, then her shoulders began heaving as she sobbed. Damn you Millie, I'll do what you want for now, but I'm going to find a way to pay you back for this.
LOL, I doubt I will have to worry about that Alex. Now listen to me, this is what you will do. You call Belle and invite her over. Tell her to bring her swimsuit as you plan on spending time out back in the pool. Make it for next weekend, that'll let you recover from today's activities. You will wear your own swimsuit, and I will be there in my own suit. You will then challenge Belle to a fight. I know you won't back down, you may or may not beat Belle, but you know I will kick your ass if you don't. Is that clear Alex?
This is how mom related the story to her friend Betty.
I hardly know where to start. I find it hard to stay calm as I relate this. Even now I feel myself trembling with a mix of fear and heightened awareness due to the adrenaline surge I feel just from recalling the night.
I was attending a social gathering at a friends home. For me it involved a mix of business, as an accountent I knew several of my clients would be there. In particular I knew Betty and her husband Mark would be there. Betty was not normally the kind of woman I made friends with. We are the same age, but some of her assets are the type that make me insecure. We are about the same height and weight, but she is a fit and well endowed woman. I carefully watch my weight, but my commitment to my job keeps me way to busy to allow for exercise and fitness. Betty maintained a daily regimen that kept her quite fit. We had playfully wrestled a bit once. Betty controlled me with little difficulty. She forced me back on a couch, then straddled me while pinning my arms against the couch. We both laughed about it, and to be honest I didn't put much effort into it. Regardless, I had no doubt Betty was to much for me to entertain ever seriously challenging her. Betty though was actually very pleasant and disarming. Even the playful little match we had she kept light hearted, I really didn't feel bad about being pinned to the back of the couch by her. Somehow she always put those around her at ease while never flaunting her body and breasts. Breasts are something I have very little of. I tend to over compensate for that by being aggressive in business, and a bit domineering in social conversation.
Usually when around large breasted women I tend to be nervous and self conscious. Even around a short large breasted woman, I somehow end up feeling small and insecure. It's like I have suddenly become shorter and all I can see are big breasts towering over me. I feel like I must verbally lash out, hence I have become known for having a bit of a sharp tongue. Betty was different, she just had that art of making me feel relaxed. Which is probably good as Betty was in much better shape than me. I have little doubt that she would humiliate me in a physical confrontation.
Sorry, let myself get side tracked a bit. Kind of hard to write directly about what happened. I had been making the social rounds, saying hi to clients, and doing my best to be sure to introduce myself to perspective clients. I don't mind saying I am a successful accountant, and I always keep an eye out for new business. I hadn't seen Mark and Betty yet, I hoped they would arrive soon. Besides being friends, Mark had many good connections.
As I circulated, I couldn't help becoming somewhat annoyed with a woman I hadn't run into before. Not even sure whose guest she was. A couple times she distracted people I was trying to get better acquainted with, leaving me suddenly out of the conversation. I overheard her introduce herself as Tami. Tami was the epitome of the kind of woman I immediately take a dislike to. She was big chested, and didn't hesitate to flaunt it in front of the men.
I was beginning to think she was intentionally following me around. I had just started talking with another male client when Tami stepped right next to me. I saw his eyes avert, and as I turned to see what distracted him I litterally bumped right into her tits. I couldn't help myself, I didn't want to, it was those damn tits. I immediately recoiled, stepping back quickly, and almost stumbling. I felt my face flush, and a couple people nearby, including the guy I was talking to laughed a bit. I knew it had to have looked like bumping into her breasts was what caused me to stumble.
I looked at Tami, she glanced at the smiling faces around her, then turned her grin towards me and winked. I gave her an up and down with my eyes. I'm 5' 6", and 130 pounds. Tami was heavier than me, maybe 10-15 pounds more. Her shoulders were wider than mine, and her arms appeared a bit heavier than mine. She had on a knee length dress with slender straps draped over her shoulders. The dress showed plenty of cleavage, as I looked downward I noticed full hips. Her calves were well accentuated due to the heels she was wearing. In her heels she stood taller than me. I almost always wear flat shoes myself. As I brought my gaze back up I met her eyes. I was wearing dark pants, white knit blouse, with an open dark jacket. I saw her look at my chest, then down, then back to my eyes. She was still smiling, then she casually turned her back to me.
I was angry, and ashamed for letting her get over me like that. I found myself red faced and heading for the bathroom. I took several minutes in there, wanting to regain my composure. I kept telling myself how stupid I was being. I had let Tami mentally get to me. I was upset enough that I found myself day dreaming about teaching her a lesson. So what if she was heavier than me, she was probably soft and slow. As I washed my hands at the sink I imagined myself grabbing her hair and punching her in the breast as I jerked her towards me. She cried out in pain, still holding her by the hair, I tore her dress down, then grabbed her bra, jerking it down causing her fat tits to bounce freely.
Jerking her head side to side by the hair, I unleashed a punch to her belly causing her to sink to her knees. I brought me knee up into her face, knocking the bitch to her back. Then jumped on top of her. I clawed her tits, and mashed her fat nipples between my thumb and finger. She kicked her legs and cried, but I didn't let up. She was nothing under me. Just a flabby weak bitch. I hit her in the face a couple times, then worked her tits over with my nails. It would be a long time before she flashed those tits in front of anyone again. I finished ripping her dress off, and stood over Tami. She had on white panties, I had pulled her bra down, but not off. Her floppy tits were bare, and bleeding. I had her tattered dress in one hand, she still had one heel on, the other laying on the floor near her foot.
I took a deep breath, turned the water off and dried my hands. I stepped out of the bathroom. At a quick glance nobody seemed to be paying attention to me. I didn't see Tami either. I mentally relaxed a bit more, good maybe she left I thought to myself.
As I moved into the room and began mingling again I saw mark stepping thru the open patio doors carrying two drinks. Finally, Mark and Betty were there. I was anxious to talk with Mark, I had good news for him. I picked up a drink for myself, then headed out to the patio. I stepped out expecting Betty, what I saw froze me in my tracks. That bitch was out there, laughing and flirting with Mark. I was about to speak when Tami reached out and ran her hand over Mark's groin area. To his credit, Mark immediately stepped back. Oh c'mon Tami cooed, nobody will know. Tami sounded a bit drunk, she must've been hitting the booze more than I had noticed.
She had her back partially to me, Mark saw me as I strode purposefully towards her. What are you doing you bitch I exclaimed as I roughly grabbed her shoulder. I tried to spin her towards me, but she jerked away. She pulled away hard enough that we both dropped our drinks. The plastic party glasses went flying, both of us were spattered with the contents, I heard the glasses clatter as they hit the floor. You again, I heard Tami exclaim, what's wrong ya flat chested whore, can't stand up to the competition? What, I exclaimed, you calling ME a whore?
I reached out for her, one hand going for her hair, the other for the front of her dress. In the back of my mind I was kind of hoping Mark would step between us. That thought caused me to hesitate just a bit as I went for Tami. Next thing I knew Tami had both my arms by the wrists. She turned both my wrists outward and stepped full into me. I felt my arms trembling in her firm grip as her breasts pushed into my chest.
Tami was looking straight into my eyes. I tried to step back, but Tami turned my arms behind my back and pulled me tightly against her in a bear hug. My earlier fantasy was all wrong, Tami was quite solid, she didn't feel soft or flabby as she crushed me in her bear hug. I could hardly breath, panic began to take hold of me. Her gaze as I struggled to breath totally unnerved me. My heart began racing, I'm ashamed to admit I wet myself. I had never felt so frightened in my life. I couldn't even call out for help. I glanced over to Mark, but he was showing no sign of intervening.
With a laugh, Tami released one of my arms, then shoved and spun me to the floor. I landed with a thud on my ass. I found myself gasping for air, my ribs hurt, and I could see Tami coming at me with that damn grin. I started to scoot back on the patio floor. Tami was laughing at me, in desparation I kicked at her, landing a solid blow to her shin. Tami let out a cry of pain and stumbled to the floor grasping her shin. I was still desparate, I had felt Tami's grip, and knew she was strong, if she got hold of me again I would be in big trouble.
I was still on my butt, Tami had dropped to one knee almost between my legs. I pulled my foot back and launched another kick catching her in the chest. I felt my show go into the softness of her breast, then meet her ribs. Tami gasped and went over backwards. I stood, going for another shot, Tami rolled to one side trying to recover. I seemed to notice that several people had come out to check out the commotion.
I launched another kick into Tami, catching her in the belly with the point of my shoe. Tami curled into a ball. Adrenaline had taken hold of me, I jumped on Tami hitting and clawing at her. I must've connected with several blows as Tami seemed unable to get me off her. I tore at her dress, the straps broke and I pulled it down off her chest. Jesus, the bitch wasn't wearing a bra. I buried my hands in both her tits, jerking them back and forth as I dug my nails in. somewhere in my rage I could hear Tami incoherently crying. That seemed to make me even more angry, I let go of a tit, drew back, and punched her in the face as hard as I could. I vaguely remember seeing her eyes roll up in her head, my wrist felt like it was on fire. It has been five days since this happened, and my wrist is still swollen and sore from spraining it when I struck Tami's face.
Like an animal I tore at her clothes. I tugged and roughly ripped her dress off. Both of her heels had fallen off, she had a white thong on that left a generous amount of hair showing. I gave her a solid kick in her hairy crotch, Tami barely moaned. I dove back on top of her, driving my knee into her belly as she lay on the floor. I wasn't dome with those tits yet. I was going to make sure she didn't flash those around anyone for some time. Gawd she had big nipples, I pinched and pulled them, slapped her tits back and forth, then raked my nails over them. I was about to punch her in the right tit when I felt arms grab me. I was being pulled away, I screamed to let me go, and managed to kick the limp Tami a couple more times as I was drug off her.
Once pulled off Tami, I collapsed on the floor in tears. I was shaking and trembling, I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me. Slowly I gathered my wits. A couple of the guys helped me back to my feet. Tami was starting to come around, I saw Mark and another help her to a sitting position. Mark came over to me, he smiled as he whispered, Betty would've been proud of you. Then he added, I think you better get out of here. I saw someone had given Tami her tattered dress, she clutched it to herself as she came to her feet. Her face was already bruising, I thought I could see a small trickle of blood on one breast as she covered herself. Our eyes met briefly as Tami was helped to her feet. I felt myself tremble, that was ot the look of a beaten woman. Mark was right, I better clear out, I didn't think it would be a good idea to give Tami a second chance.
When I got home I rinsed my pee stained panties and pants, threw them in the wash and collapsed into my bed. As I finish this, my wrist is till swollen and sore, and my ribs ache a bit when I take a deep breath. I'm glad Tami doesn't run in the same circle I do. I may have kicked her ass once, but I still tremble when I think about how helpless I felt in her grip. I know she thought it was all over, I was lucky to have landed those kicks as I sat on the floor virtually scared to death.
i also have a little story about my mom fighting against my aunt,my moms sister.
my mom is about 5.5, 48 years old with breast size 75b.
my aunt is about 5.7 43 years old with breast size 75d
It started as a playfight in our garden, it was hot day and we had a family bbq; at the table e talked about my moms breasts where bigger or smaller than my aunts, next we talked who would be the most powerfull of the 2. after a little talk my mom stood up and said i gonna prove who is the strongest, my aunt agreed.
They both weared a bikini,my aunt grapped my moms legs and took her to the ground, my mom was surprised how quick she was to the ground,she said the fight was not really started, my aunt said ok i can take you down a second time also,she let my mom up again.
So the fight started again, my aunt took my mom by her neck and took her down easely a second time.
Now my aunt was sitting on my moms chest,mom tried to puch my aunt of but after 15 min my mom was still under my aunt.
My mom begged to go of her breasts,my aunt replied that she was gonna cruch those little things.
Now it wasn't a real plaayfight anymore.
My aunt pulled my mom of by her hair took of my moms bikini and laughed with her little tits.
now my aunt took off her bikini, she had firm big breasts.
She said, this is what i call breasts, and she took my mom in a bearhugg, cruching my moms breast completly!!
my moms breasts disepeared completly in my aunts huge boobs. My mom was completly humiliated in front of us, my aunt saidat the and of the match: i think your tits are smaller than my daughters and you have so less power that my daughter (15 year old) would beat you easely in a fight!!!
my mom was angry and agreed the fight to prove itwasn't so!
But that is an other story.
Do you think my mom won or lost against my aunts daughter( 15years old, 85c , 5.7)
I would like to tell of a catfight I witnessed many years ago involving my mother and the daughter of our next door neighbor. The daughter of our neighbor whose name was Marge, ironically the same name as my mothers was an attractive red head about 5.5, pretty green eyes, nice smooth olive complexioned skin and about 145 pounds. Back then I had a bit of a crush on her. I use to peek out my bedroom window at her in the summer months as she sit on the lawn chair in her parents yard who she visited every day. She would always wear these sexy shorts which exposed her shapely, smooth, and very solid thighs, especially when she sat with them crossed. I think she saw me peeking out at them a few times and it appeared not to bother her a bit. In fact, I think she rather enjoyed putting on a little show for me. Her and my mother didn't get along at all. In fact they engaged in a couple of verbal exchanges mostly over her kids and me and my brother who had our little fights as kids often do. This fueled my desire to see her and mom go at it physically. My mother who is 5.2 and at the time about 140 pounds herself always had extreme pride in the strenghth of her thighs. When I was around the age of 7 or 8, mom would squeeze me between her thighs when I misbehaved. I think her doing that to me encouraged me to see another attractive women turn the table and teach mom a little lesson by doing the same thing to her as mom had done to me. One summer day my brothers guitar teacher arrived at our house for my brothers lesson. He mentioned how the woman next door had told him not to park in front of her parents house. Mom was steaming. She went outside to confront the sexy redhead. I looked through the front window of our house to see mom and Marge next door standing toe to toe screaming at each other with their hands on their hips. Mom went to slap her, but the redhead grabbed moms wrist and twisted her arm behind moms back in a hammerlock. She slammed her knee and strong bare thigh into the meaty, fleshy back of moms thigh, causing moms leg to quiver and then buckle a bit. The only thing holding mom up was the hammerlock Marge still had on mom. Marge then threw mom down on the grass and quickly straddled mom in a combination full body press and thigh scissor lock on one of moms thighs. Marge pressed her chest down on moms chest flattening moms ample bosom while at the same time squeezing moms thigh with her powerful olive toned thighs. Mom had to give up and admit defeat. The redhead got up off of mom and stared down threatingly at mom, but my mom was finished. Mom was exhausted and humiliated that she was beaten so easily. The redhead walked back to her parents house but gave me a wink as she did so. I think she knew I enjoyed the fight and the outcome. I felt bad for mom but secretly was very turned on by watching this sexy redhead womanhandle my mother so easily, especially using her strong sexy thighs to do so. Mom nerver stepped out of the house again when the redhead was over her parents house. I guess it would be a painful reminder of what happened that hot summer day long ago.
Most of the stories I have written are in this thread. I am working on some others, and as I said, I am always looking for new and different opponents for her.
I have lost a few that I failed to save on my puter. I tend to save everything now, learned the hard way when some sites a used to post at closed with no warning.
One story I need to rewrite that was lost deals with a neighbor from my youth. As a kid I tended to believe my mother could whip anyone. When this neighbor moved in next door was the first time it hit me that mom might not win every match.
That neighbor was slightly shorter than mom, though a bit heavier. The first time I saw them talking in the backyard I just sensed this was a woman who was to tough for mom to mess with. I can still recall the nervous feeling I felt as I looked at the two of them. For as long as I can remember I had mentally pitted mom against many neighbors. At the time I was still young enough to have that unrealistic of mom being invincible. The sight of this woman standing near my mother talking erased that feeling.
There was nothing being said, or going on to lead me to think mom was in danger. It was the mental image I got of them going at each other that shook and frightened me. The new neighbor just looked tough. She was a couple years younger than mom, short dark hair, really pretty solid looking. She was bigger than mom in the shoulders, and her arms and legs appeared strong as I watched the two of them in shorts outside.
I tried, but was just unable to picture my mother being able to defeat her.
I was about 10 then. We lived next door to them for four years. I never found a reason to change my mind.
Going on a couple things here. Given your aunt overpowered your mother without great difficulty, I tend to believe her daughter would do the same. Your aunt's daughter sounds to be around your aunt's size, plus she will have the advantage of youth.
My guess is that your aunt's daughter will also overpower your mother fairly quickly. Then be able to keep your mother pinned beneath her as ong as she wants.
I can recall one of the neighbors young daughters goofing around with my sister one day. The neighbors daughter was an athletic girl around thirteen. She was a little older than my sister. About 5'4", around 115 or so. After Karen, (the neighbor girl), had defeated my sister in some playful arm wrestling, my sister dared her to arm wrestle mom.
My mother laughingly accepted Karen's challenge, not figuring the young Karen could give her much trouble.
They got down on the floor facing each other, clasped hands, and started. I was a quite interested bystander. Mom was 35 at the time, 22 years older than Karen. To my surprise, Karen was gradually winning. Mom's face was red with effort as she struggled to prevent Karen from forcing her arm down.
Karen began to smile as the outcome became apparent. Mom found her arm going down, at the last minute she grasped Karen's hand with her free arm, and rolled into Karen. Using both hands, along with her weight, mom quickly reversed things, putting Karen's arm down. Karen was upset, accusing mom of cheating. Mom laughed, saying I was letting you win.
I knew better, I saw how hard mom was trying, she wasn't letting Karen win. Mom cheated to try and regain some dignity. There was no way her pride would allow the outcome to become final.
The whole story is posted on a different page of this thread.
I should spend some time putting all my sotories together. I love this thread, but sorting thru it for stories is getting cumbersome due to the length of the thread. Anyway, here it is.
I recall one that involved mom and the neighbors daughter. Karen was almost 13, and growing up quickly. She was an athletic girl, active in several girls sports. Karen was a couple years older than my sister, but being neighbors they were friends, and Karen sometimes came over for that reason. I was 15 at the time, and though I considered Karen to young for me, being a sophmore in highschool, I did notice she had become quite attractive. She was about 5'4", and well on her way to being a real heart breaker.
Anyway, on this rainy summer day, she and my sister had been rather annoyingly flipping thru the channels. Both were bored, and their antics were beginning to irritate me. For some reason they got interested in one of those old wrestling shows being promoted as a weekend TV venue.
I was about to leave the room when their conversation turned to arm wrestling. My sister was willing, though at the age of 11 she had fallen a ways behind Karen in size. My sister gave it her all, but really was no match for Karen. They were both laughing and giggling about it, then engaged in some play wrestling. Karen quickly pinned my sister, than wanted to try it again. My mother heard them laughing and carrying on, and came out to see what was going on.
They also had some debate going as to which of their mothers would defeat the other. Didn't catch all of that, but from what I heard, Karen was confident that not only could she beat mom, but that her mother would have no problem winning also. My sister laughed at that, and tried for a second time to best karen.
Karen made it two in a row easily pinning my sister when mom walked in. As Karen let my sister up, my sister blurted out, I bet you couldn't do that to my mom. I saw Karen look over to mom, then to my surprise said, "Oh I bet I could".
Looking to mom, I could see she was a bit surprized at Karen's obvious challenge. Mom replied with, just what are you talking about Karen. You don't seriously think you could wrestle me down do you? I could see it in Karen's eyes, that was exactly what she thought, and to me, it appeared obvious she wanted to try. My sister interupted with, no, no, I mean beat mom arm wrestling. Mom is to big for you to beat wrestling. Well, mom is 5'6" tall, and at that time she was around 130#. Karen was in good shape then, but I doubt she was more than 110-115#. Mom was not really a big woman, but I would have to give her the edge due to experience, maturity, and I didn't think Karen could handle the weight difference.
Karen said that was fine with her, she would be glad to arm wrestle mom. Announcing she was sure she would win. Mom didn't believe for a moment that a young girl like Karen could defeat her arm wrestling. They both layed down on the floor facing each other and grasped each others hands.
Mom told my sister to count to three and say go, while I watched somewhat open mouthed at what was happening. My sister counted to three, then said go. I could see mom was smiling as she started to exert pressure. I could also see the smile slowly leave mom's face as she strained harder and harder to force Karen's arm down. Karen's face was clenched in determination as the match wavered incrementally back and forth. To my surprize Karen was slowly gaining the edge. Mom's face was beet red as Karen began forcing her arm down. Before Karen could force mom's arm completely down, mom grabbed karen's wrist with her other arm and rolled her body, reversing things and pining Karens arm to the floor.
Karen immediately yelled, no fair, you cheated. Mom was trying to laugh, telling Karen she was just playing with her. Mom let go of Karen's arm, and came to her knees on the floor. Karen quickly jumped up and launched herself into mom. I should add here that both were wearing shorts, barefoot, Karen had a t-shirt on, while mom was wearing a sleeveless blouse.
Mom found herself knocked over backwards with Karen on top of her. Karen went for one of those sloppy schoolgirl pins, and mom was able to roll Karen off her. Mom followed Karen over and tried to use her weight to hold Karen down.
Mom had grabbed Karen's wrists, and was trying to pin Karen's arms down. to her credit, Karen was doing a good job of holding mom off, even though on the bottom. karen was able to get her legs up, and lock them around mom's waist. Mom let out a groan as Karen applied Pressure with her legs. Mom tried to twist and free herself from Karen's legs. That made it easy for Karen to use her legs to roll mom off her. They were now laying side by side facing each other on the floor. Karen had been able to improve her scissors on mom as they turned to the side.
Mom was starting to look frantic as she tried to get free of karen's scissors. Karen was grinning confidently as she kept the pressure up, all the time asking mom if she wanted to give up.
I could see the sweat starting to pour off mom as she struggled in karen's grasp. Mom's breathing was becoming labored as she kicked and struggled to get free. Mom twisted in an effort to reach Karen's legs with her hands in an effor to pry them apart. Karen grabbed mom's wrists preventing that move. It was obvious mom was weakening quickly. karen was not having much trouble controlling mom's arms. Karen gave a particularly hard squeeze with her legs, causing mom to let out a gasp. Then released her scissors. Quickly turning mom to her back, Karen withdrew her leg from under mom and straddled her chest. Still holding mom's wrists, Karen pinned mom's arms to the floor, then slid her knees over mom's shoulders.
Looking down at mom, Karen proclaimed herself the winner. Then told mom she wasn't getting up till mom admitted she had lost. Mom's face was beet red, and she was totally embarassed. It took a minute, but mom finally decided she had no choice but to admit defeat.
Both my sister and I were quite stunned at what happened. My sister even blurted out, "Mom how could you let her beat you like that!" Going on with I guess you were right Karen, you are tougher than mom. Then with a look of chagrin, my sister added, I guess there is no reason to think mom could beat your mother either, is there Karen?
Karen was still holding mom on her back, and laughed. My mom would make it look easy she announced.
I think that had to be the most embarassing loss for mom. I know there was no way she thought the young neighbor girl would take her like that. Not to mention being held on her back while being told how easy Karen's mother would take her.
Here is the story about my mom fighting my aunts daughter. My mom is 48, 5.5 and has a bra size of 34B, My aunts daughter Ilse is 15, 5.7 and a bra size 34C.
After the loss against my aunt in a playfight my mom was willing to prove she was not a weakling. My mom is really proud and was saying to Ilse she was gonna take her down easely and that she had at her age still the nicer body and boobs.
Ilse was laughing with her.
My mom was getting angry and slapped Ilse to her face.
Ilse reacted with a slap to my moms right breast and quickly after that a punch to her left breast. Mom wassurprised by the attack and could not react immidiatly. Ilse grabs onto my moms hair with 1 hand and delivers 3 punches to her stomach. My mom went down, Ilse said: are you ready to give sweety!!!
Ilse climbs on top of my mom's back and took her in a camel clutch. My mom was unable to free herself and my mom was starting to cry. My mom said she give.
Ilse slowly realeses the hold,my tortured mom simply falls to the ground sobbing.
After a while mom was trying to get up, totaly humiliated. At that moment Ilse took my mom by her hair and command her to take of all that she was wearing, so my mom did. My mom was standing in front of my aunt, 3 uncles and me with her naked body. Surprisingly,Ilse took her clothes of also, she wanted a vote to know who had the nicer boobs, belly and ass.
So we voted My mom gets a 5.5/10 at her boobs, Ilse 8/10, The ass my mom was given a 4.5 and Ilse a 7 and the belly mom getted a 5 and Ilse a 7.5.
Now mom was totaly humiliated.
Mom's name is Heidi. She is around 5'5 or so, and about 135. She has shapely legs and and really nice ass. Shoulder length brown hair, tanned skin, and about average sized breasts, but they are very round. One day my sister came home crying about how her friends mom had told her she can not come to their house anymore because she was a bad influence on her daughter. the mom's name was Sherry, and I often found her quite attractive. She was the kind of women who could have, and actually did marry men just for their money. She had blond hair, D cup breasts, stood at about 5'9, and probably weighed about 145/150. She was bigger than mom, but she was very attractive. Out of all the neighborhood women I would have to say Sherry and mom were most attractive, and that includes the younger girls.
When my sister told mom the news, it was ironic because my mom always passionately felt the same way about Sherry's daughter. Just as my sister was explaining the story mom was getting visibly angry. A few minutes into the explanation the phone rang. The caller ID said it was from Sherry's house. Mom answered it, and there was loud yelling from the other end. I couldn't make out what was said, but mom went from angry to very angry, she hung up and went outside. A few minutes later Sherry's car pulled up (she was going quite fast. Mom stood on the front lawn in short cut off jean shorts, and a tube top, and flip flops. Sherry was wearing tight jeans and a tight shirt showing off her large breasts. Sherry stormed up to mom while her car was still running. Mom stood there relaxed but angry, most her weight on one leg, and her hands on her hips. I was watching from behind. Just as mom opened her mouth to say something Sherry slapped her in the face. Mom's face turned and before she even turned her face back Sherry slapped her again. Mom began to tangle with Sherry but Sherry spun her around and nailed her on her back on our front lawn. I ran up to get a closer view. Sherry ripped mom's top so that her breasts were partially exposed. Sherry landed hard slap after hard slap to mom's face while calling her names. She also grabbed ahold of mom's hair and pulled her hair so that her head was bent forward. Mom could not do anything. to make matters worse several neighbors were outside watching. I wanted to stop it but was enjoying it too much to do anything about it.
After 2 losses,one against my aunt and one against her daughter my mom lost a little confidensce but she want to win in a catfight match. So she asked me to set up a catfight with a girlfriend of me.
I asked a girl who wrestles competive and is 5.8 and has a huge d cup.
My mom is smaller and has the smaller tits.
The night of the fight my mom was a litlle nervous.
It was called a 10 pin fall.
The fight started and my mom grabbed the my gf by her hair and pushed her in her stomach.
My gf replyed with a slap in my moms face, my mom went back. The gf grabbed my mom and pushed her tit against my moms, my mom yelled:stoooop!!!
The gf let go of my mom but grabbed her by her hair and slapped her tits!
After that she grabbed my mom by the crotch, my mom felt to the ground,she begged to stop the fight but my gf didn't want stop.
My gf sat down in a schoolgirlpin position and easely count my mom out.
It was the 3 humiliated defeat for my mom!!
When I was about 16 my mom and I were living in a apartment after she left my dad. Shortly after she had met and started dating a man. This guy, Rick. Also was paying a lot of attention to our neighbor Robin who was a adult entertainer. Robin had a habit of running around with not much on and flirting with all the men in the neighborhood. On one particular hot summer day I was in bed taking an afternoon nap when I heard a lot of yelling coming from outside. I look out and was shocked to see mom face to face with Robin yelling at each other. I got dressed in a hurry and ran out to see what all the commotion was about. Mom and Robin were about the same height and weight but Robin was much more toned and more muscular than mom. Especially Robin's legs. Mom was much older at 38 than Robin who just had turned 21 As I turned the corner of our apartment I seen mom Shove Robin as Robin punched mom in the chest almost as a reaction. Mom went down like a ton of bricks. Robin wasted no time on jumping on mom and getting a scissors and hamerlock on mom. Robin's other arm was around mom's throat. Robin was now playing to the crowed that had gathered and despite mom's pleas to submit Robin kept the preasure of her scissors and hammerlock. Sometimes Robin's whole body would come off the ground as she applied more and more pressure to her legs around mom's waist causing her to wince in extream pain. Finially Robin thought mom had enough and released her and turned mom on her back putting her in a schoolgirl pin. Mom was completly done. Her legs lay straight out. Not even trying to attempt to fight back. Robin straddled mom's stomach but didn't even bother to pin her arms. Robin gave my mom a good lercturing with her finger in mom's face about keeping to her own bussiness and made mom promise never to compain to the apartment managers again. Finially Robin got off of mom and left with the cheering neighbors as I helped mom back into our apartment. Mom kept a very low profile after that. A few months later we moved into a house. Its still as very sore subject to this day with mom. Steve
I am telling this second hand as I wasn't concieved when this occurred. I only heard the details many years after the fact. Mom, (Alex), was 20, as was Millie when this happened. It was the first of many times Millie would take on mom. I saw some of the battles when older, but this is the fight taht set the tone. I have no idea what started it, the description below is what I was told by Millie one day when I was over visiting her son. Her son had apparently been told the story, and coaxed his mother into telling me about the first time she took on my mother.
At twenty, going by pictures of both women, I would say my mother wighed somewhere between 115 and 120 pounds. She is 5'6", small chested, and at that time still had kind of a small ass and hips. Mom's butt and hips widened as she approached her forties, and her weight climbed to around 130 or so. Mom never put on any weight above her waist, anything she gained went straight to her ass and thighs. Millie is 5'4" tall, at age twenty I would guess her to be no more than 110-115 pounds. In pictures Millie appeared to be quite fit. In one pic of her in a swimsuit her slender legs looked quite firm, with shapely toned calves. She had a small, nicely rounded butt, slender waist, and litterally tits to die for. I can remember as a teenager thinking Millie was the most attractive woman in the neighborhood. She was always an active, fit woman. As a teenager I felt she had a body that any of the teen girls I knew would envy. Millie had to have close to D-cup breasts, though maybe I had that impression due to the fact that the most she ever weighed was 125 pounds. staying relatively slender may have enhanced the appearance of size to her breasts. Anyway, here is a short rendition of what I was told.
I can see my young mother sobbing in pain with Millie's legs entwined around her, gripping her as if in a vice. Mom desparetly pulls on those firm legs trying to ease the pressure enough to breath as she sobs and begs Millie to let her go. Finally releasing my mother, mom rolls to her side, barely able to move. Millie's crushing scissors has taken all the fight out of mom, she has no strength left to resist. Millie turns mom to her back, pulling off the remaining shreds of her swimsuit. Millie pulls down her own swimsuit exposing her breasts, then pulls mom to a sitting position by her hair. Sitting on mom's thighs, Millie lines her breasts up with mom's tits. Now gripping mom by the shoulders, Millie smiles. mom knows what is coming, but has no strength left to stop it. Millie brings mom forward slowly, pausing briefly as their nipples touch. At their young age, both of their breasts are firm, Though Millie's are much larger, they stand up nicely, pointing at mom's little tits. Millie's nipples are still erect from the excitement of battle, mom shudders briefly as Millie's nipples meet hers. Mom looks down, a second shiver running thru her as she watches Millie's tits incrementally move forward in slow motion. She can do nothing but watch as Millie's erect nipples dward her own, pushing her own nipples back into her breasts. Mom whimpers as she sees her breasts being flattened against her chest. Millie's breasts are still jutting forward, mom can no longer see her own breasts, she can only feel them being flattened against her chest. Millie smiles as she feels her nipples meet mom's chestwall. She pauses there to admire her tits. She has mom's tits completely covered with her own tits, yet her tits have barely begun to feel mom's chestwall. Mom's lower lip is quivering, she is looking into Millie's eyes, silently pleading with millie to stop.
Changing her grip, Millie wraps her arms around mom's back. Millie's breasts are beginning to bulge upward as she mashes her tits into mom's chest. Mom begins sobbing again, no Millie, stop, you'e hurting me, arrrrgh, my tits, my tits, no more Millie. Millie simply grins, she is enjoying herself way to much to stop. Millie's own tits are now somewhat flattened out as she mashes them into mom. Mom's sobs are becoming uncontrollable, she has no strength to writhe free of Millie's grip.
Millie is very pleaed with herself, she is glowing as she taunts my mother. I kicked your ass Alex, I showed you whose legs are more powerful, and now I've crushed those little things you call tits with my beautiful full breasts. Letting mom go, mom falls to her back. Mom wraps her arms around her sore chest and sobs. You win Millie, you win. Millie grins, I know I win, tell me who the better woman is Alex. Mom closes her eyes, no more Millie, you're the better woman. Millie continues to rub it in, tell me more Alex, tell me all the ways I'm better. Millie pulls mom's arms away from her chest, then moves forward placing her knees on mom's shoulders and pinning her arms to either side of her head. Mom feebly pushes against the ground with her bare feet. She is to exhausted to get her feet planted and bridge her hips up, or try to buck Millie off her. Tell me Alex, tell me how inferior you are to me.
Mom kept her eyes closed, she had no desire to look up knowing that Millie was leaning over her, her breasts hanging over mom's head. Millie edged forward, now gripping the sides of mom's face with her knees. Talk Alex, tell me how pathetic you are compared to me. Mom stuttered, p please Millie, I'm no match for you. You're to fit, I can't match you, please get off me, please get off. More alex, you know there's more. Mom had tears flowing freely from her still tightly closed eyes. MMillie, she stuttered, your breasts are beautiful, mine are insignificant compared to yours. Your legs are so strong and toned, they would snap mine like twigs if we leg wrestled. I can think of no way you aren't superior, I'm nothing compared to you. I'm like a little girl compared to you, you are to much woman for me. Please Millie, what do you want to hear? Please get off me, mom sobbed. Millie grinned, then stood, her feet planted on either side of mom's chest. Mom covered her face with her hands, unwilling to look up, and totally humiliated at being forced to admit her weakness while praising Millie's body.
Millie slowly slid her swimsuit down over her hips, and tight round ass. Mom started as she felt Millie's swimsuit fall on her chest. Uncovering her face mom watched wide eyed as millie stepped out of her swimsuit. Looking up all mom could see was Millie's protruding pussy lips and dark hairy bush. Mom's eyes practically bulged as she watched Millie lower her pussy towards mom's face. Mom tried to squirm away, but Millie quickly mounted mom's face, clamping her thighs on mom's face, and grinding her protruding pussy lips into mom's face. One last thing to forever etch in your mind my superiority Alex. Mom couldn't hear, Millie's thighs were clamped tightly over mom's ears. Mom felt herself at a new low of humiliation as she felt millie's pussy sliding back and forth over her mouth and nose. Mom silently prayed for this to end, her body was wracked with silent sobs as she knew what the end would be. Mom knew she would never be able to look Millie in the eye again. The shame would be to much.
Worse, mom knew there would be no avoiding Millie, they were neighbors with many mutual friends. She knew Millie would make a point of flaunting her victory, mom also knew Millie wouldn't hesitate to do this again to show off to the other women in the neighborhood. Mom had no question that this would not be the only time she would suffer at Millie's hands.
Hello everybody ! I'm new here, great site, stories and (of course) writers !
First of all I apologize for my bad english.
I'm an italian boy(18yo+) who like read stories of catfight, expecillay stories about mom vs mom or mom vs another woman/girl, told by the subjective perspective of the watching teen son.
I wonder if you can help me telling me where i can read your stories and stories of the type i said above or generally good catfight stories (I've already read almost all here and searched and read a lot starting from google ...).
In case you like writing for fun starting from some hints, I've some themes and a plot in mind about my mother:
I can say that I'm not into foot fetish, but I like when women in a catfight loose their shoes accidentally or for the other forcefully taking them off; another particular I like is a mom catfight being caused accidentally or intentionally by the son or sons involved (also actively) in some way.
My Mom is now 46yo quite nice (I think) woman, with long natural dark red hairs, a slim body with round bottom and medium breast.
Facts take place when I was 14yo and she was 35yo, all the story is told in first person by me witnesing almost all events.
There is a boy about my same age who go on bulling me for weaks, this lead to several verbal arguing between my mother and that guy and finally to my mom challenging him to a "fight" intitialy meant as a "sportive" test of strenght with her intetion to teach him a lesson (:mom is also a teacher!; the fight starts fair but soon mom is surprised by the boy being able to take off her shoes an stockings; the fight goes on not too much rude but with her a little embarassed and in difficulty for being barefoot on an unconfotable terrain (a yard with no grass or whatever); finally she wins with somthing like pinning down or a hold, but she ends up almost naked (sommething like only panties or a little more or what you thing better...).
From that day the boy only temporally stop bulling me and when he restart also manage to make tricks to my mom making her loose her shoes or other clothes wen they met in public.... this lead to my mom arguing with the boy's mom several time...
I'm also thinking about inserting somewhere in the
story, a "rematch" between mom and the boy: again not
a very violent fight but this time she loose ending
totally naked and with some stuff like nipples sucked,
pussy and/or ass fucked with fingers or something slse
stranger (a vegtable or toe or heel of her own shoe
... ?)
From then the story go on in a more "classic" way with some fights between the two moms (with sons watching) with growing intensity of all aspects each time, all end in a savege no holds barred catfight
where women ends up naked and my mom loose with an hard
beating and is sexually dominated and abused by the other (something like a rude sexfight).
"Classic" attacks at sexual areas are "welcome", I don't now what is the "tone" you like in your stories but if you want insert real hard fighting with blood wounds ripping of body parts it's ok (it's only fantasy); please no killing or fatal wounds.
IMPORTANT!: in my intention there have never been a single bit of something regarding pedo content: i instinctively setted the ages of boys < 18yo because
at that age happened to me and mom somthing real like
the fight mom vs boy (shorter, accidental, and with she getting only shoes off and blouse opened) that inspired me; in case, the only sexual thinking should be by the boys for the excitement for older women's bodies and the fights; if you will write a story on this plot feel free to shift the ages of the boys to 18yo+ if you think it's better.
Some more information(I'm sorry that at the moment i know only european and italian measure units):
to visualize the type(not the exact details of her face) you can think at the redheaded actress in the tv serial "Desperate Housewifes"(one of main characters) or the one who is Clark Kent's mother in tv serial "smallville" (adding smooth dark red hairs) or the female Doc. in the staff of "Dr. House", another tv serial.
My mom has green eyes, a thin nose, wide lips with dark red lipstick often on; she has some freckles under her eyes and on her chest; she's about 1,65 m tall, her weight shold between 55 and 60 kg; she has a 37 foot size (italian uinit, it's small size).
Her "horizontal" measures (i mean the length of a circumference around, in order, her breast, hips and bottom) are: (about) 95cm, 70cm, 90cm; she has long (as possible as with her height) thin well shaped legs, quite firm breast and bottom, a not totally flat but nice belly; other details maybe usefull for the fight scenes: her skin color is light but not milky, she usually have long light color painted nails on hands, natural short nails on feet, light brown aureolas an nipples, trimmed curly pubic hairs (i'm not a perverted (at least not the way you is now thinking): the last detail I can only guess(from situations like being at beach for example) and about her breast I saw her feeding my brother long time ago).
She usually wear:
blouse (eventually some kind of jacket on it), medium length skirt(sometimes pants or jeans), nylon collant(stockings?) grey, flesh-colored or white, shoes with not very high heel, and (i think) bra and panties
a summerdress knee length, snadals, bra and panties (mostly around the house)
Generally her look is quite discrete and conservative
She is generally a quiet and sweet woman, religius, altruist, working wife/mother and also a good housewife; but sometimes she is also very competitive and easy at anger at work and in life usually with people she don't like very much; usually her anger is first "cold" but when she is really pissed off she's not rational and argue with great noise but from what I know she never got at it physically (except the little episode told above).
She's a teacher at elemntary school.
My father is a manager in a small enterprise(I think you shold keep him away for some reason during the story)
Me (at the time I initially settled the fact) a highschool student (now at university)
We live in a ancient italian small town on a hill near the coast where all people knows each other (however settle the story wherever you prefer), in a modern middle-class standalone house with a little garden.
About stages for the fights I don't like very common ones like gym, living room... I also would like some fights in public places (shop, mall, open place?) some in private ones.
If you want, insert other characters beyond the 3 in the "plot" (other boys/girls/friendsofmine/women/men witnessing the events ?)
Some more on her personality: today entering the house
I found out she could really have the gut to be in a
catfight: I heard her arguing with another woman she
works with, in our kitchen, they yelled each other
not really nice words then I saw them stepping out
of their shoes ... but they also saw me and all ended.
Moreover, talking, in a joking way, about that I
advised her not to wear things like her today
summerdress in that kind of "situation" if she didn't
want to risk to be easily stripped, and she, cleary still
pissed off, surprinigly answered that, even if
normally in every situation her priority his to behave
right and preserve dingity, she would beat with
pleasure "that stupid cow" not only even if stripped but
even "with a pole in the ass" (it's a common low
talking expression here, hoping my traslation is
I never heard her talk like that but i'm not sure she
would really have had a fight (or maybe I can't belive
it !)
... I would like also a plot involving a mother a son and a babysitter or colf...
I don't want to tell you how to do your work, I've only tried to give some starting points and info about character and background.
Feel free to ask evey kind of info you need.
In case, if you ask detailed questions I can give targeted answers and not to waste your time with long texts, for me it really doesn't matter, to write a lot or not so ask the way you prefer.
I would be pleased to know your opinion on these "themes and plot":
original/common, stupid/functional, it dares too
much/not enough ... and whatever you have to say.
I hope I haven't seemed "sicker" of the average of people into this kind of stuff!
I apologize if annoyed you too much with this long post.
Hoping to get some replies and maybe a story(ies) from a(some) good soul(s) out there,
I thank you all fo your attention anyway.
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A story about a mother fighting for her kid son, I don't know who's the author or if it contains something true.
I sat and stared across the room at my son who sat with his head in his
hands, his whole demeanor was one of defeat. He looked up at me with tears
threatening to flow in his eyes, and then put his head back in his hands.
"Tell me again what he said." I said softly with disbelief tingeing my
In a dull voice my 15-year-old son repeated what he'd told me no more
than twenty minutes past.
"Don said the only way to stop him bullying me was for you to beat his
girlfriend in a fight."
Shaking my head I wondered what the hell was going on. I'd known that
an older boy called Don and his gang of bully-boys was harassing the kids
in the area, along with a number of other parents I'd complained to the
local authorities and even the police, yet they'd seemed powerless to stop
this teenager's reign of terror. Now he'd given my son an out and I knew
that there had to be a catch in it somewhere, though for the life of me I
couldn't see what it was. Don's girlfriend would certainly have the
advantage of youth on her side, but I'd seen the girl hanging off his arm
and she was a mere wisp of a girl. I might have been 31, but I was in
damned good shape thanks to daily workouts, I had the height, weight, reach
on this 'girlfriend', and felt confident of the outcome if we met. Looking
at my son I decided that he was at the end of his tether, if all it was
going to take was beating the slip of girl Don called his girlfriend to end
my Bob's torment so be it.
"Okay," I said firmly, "where and when does this fight take place?"
"Mum, no, don't!" Bob gasped, his head whipping up out of his hands.
"I can beat that girl I see hanging off his arm." I said confidently,
"Trust me."
"Oh please mum," my son pleaded with me, "you can't. The bastard has
something up his sleeve; I just know it. Please mum, I don't want you to
get hurt!"
The concern in his voice gave me a moment of doubt, but I felt confident
in my ability to win against the girl. Looking at Bob I gave him a
confident smile and repeated my question about when and where the fight was
to be. After about five minutes of trying to dissuade me from the idea of
taking up the challenge Bob finally gave in.
"He said if you had the guts to accept the challenge" he sighed
forlornly, "we should be at the old sports club at seven thirty tonight
When he faltered I waited a few moments before encouraging him to go on.
"And" he said with great reluctance, "you had to dress right."
"Dress right?" I repeated in a puzzled tone.
"Mum, please don't do this." Bob pleaded with me again.
"Bob, just tell me what the hell this 'dress right' means." I replied
more firmly than I'd intended.
"No trousers, slacks, jeans or shorts." he said softly staring down at
the floor, "Dresses or blouse and skirt are okay. Stockings, no tights;
knee-highs or socks and high heels. Bra and panties, no one-piece leotards
or swim suits, no bikinis. Mum, please, I'm begging you don't do it!"
I waved off his final plea as I thought about the 'uniform' Don had set
for the fight, it seemed quite clear to me that he was hoping to get a few
flashes of body parts during the conflict. Well, if I had anything to do
with it the fight would be over as soon as it started. Glancing at the
clock I noted it was approaching six forty, if we were to get to the old
sports club on time I needed to get a move on. Rising I told my son to get
himself ready while I changed, he looked at me with pleading eyes, but got
up to get himself ready as I had asked.
All the way to the place where this fight was to take place my son
pleaded with me not to go through with it, I was touched by his assertion
that he would rather be bullied than see me harmed. Full of my own
confidence I tried my best to reassure him that everything would be just
fine, that I'd beat the girl easily, that I wouldn't come to any harm and
the bullying would stop. Yet nothing I said seemed to calm his fears, he
was positive that Don had some trick or other up his sleeve. Some of his
doubt rubbed off on me and I wondered what it might be Don could possibly
do to change the outcome of the fight in favor of his diminutive
With five minutes to spare we arrived at the old sports club, it was a
secluded site hidden away in one corner of a large park, and when I say
hidden I mean just that. The place was concealed behind a stand of trees
and bushes, so much so that not everyone even knew the place was there,
many assumed that it had been torn down years back, but there it stood and
it seemed that Don had turned it into his little domain. There were lights
on in the main gym and I led my son inside with him almost going down on
his knees to beg me to turn around and go home. Inside the gym was a group
of fifteen 16 and 17 year old boys, one of whom I instantly recognized as
the chief bully Don, there were also about three teenaged girls there, one
of whom was the petite girlfriend I was to fight. As we crossed the dirty
floor of the gym Don spotted us and grinned triumphantly, a shiver ran down
my spine at the look of sheer confidence in the youths face, but I steeled
myself with the thought that his girlfriend was a pushover.
"Well, well," Don crowed, "look who we have here. Seems momma has got
some guts after all."
The gang of boys all laughed at his comment, annoyed I walked up to him
and glared at him.
"I see you dressed right." Don smirked looking me up and down.
Now I was proud of my figure, but his look was disgusting and I wanted
to wipe that smirk off his face.
"Just get on with it." I snapped.
"Ooh," he laughed, "a cocky bitch eh? Well I'll tell you what, let's
just up the ante shall we?"
"What the hell are you prattling about?" I frowned.
"Well, if you feel so confident about winning" Don smirked looking me in
the eyes challengingly, "why not make the stakes even more interesting."
"Like what?" I snapped.
"God mum, no!" Bob gasped behind me.
"Shut up wimp!" Don snapped menacingly at my son, then smirked at me
again, "How about 24, no make that 48 hours of service."
He had lost me totally, just what the hell did he mean by 'service'? My
puzzlement must have been obvious because the youth laughed.
"What's up bitch, don't know what service is?" he cackled with his gang
joining in the laughter, "Let me make it simple for you. You win and we
leave your wimp of a boy alone plus you get to have me do anything you want
for the next 48 hours..."
It sounded stupid, especially as the only 'service' this boy could do
for me when I won was to leap off a tall building. His 'dramatic' pause
drew on for a few heartbeats then he went on.
"You lose" his voice dropped menacingly, "and your boy keeps getting the
treatment and you do anything I want for 48 hours. Anything! And in case
you think of welching remember we got your kid here."
"And what's going to stop you welching when I win?" I snapped angrily.
He laughed at me and swept his arm around his gang.
"I got a rep lady," he sneered, "I'd lose respect if I welch on a deal.
'Sides, you got to win first bitch, if you think you're up for it of
course. Are you on or not?"
I was more determined than ever to wipe the smile off the bastard's
face, he was throwing out the additional challenge and I looked him
straight in the eyes as I answered.
"You're on!" I snapped, "Now cut the chatter and let's get this over
with, I have things to do!"
"No!" I heard Bob breathe, "Oh God no!"
"It's okay Bob," I smiled at him over my shoulder, "this won't take
"I'm lookin' forward to taking you down a peg or two bitch."Don growled
at my comment to my son.
"Dream on." I smiled confidently.
"Okay, get it on then." Don snapped waving at his girlfriend to come
The boys all formed a large circle around us as I eyed up the short
teenager facing me, I grinned at the thought that she wouldn't last long
against me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Don grab my son and
pointedly order him to watch the fight, but I couldn't let myself be
distracted by this. The girl moved and I tensed ready for her attack, only
she just paced around me so I had to keep turning to face her. Around and
around she paced, he lips parted in a cruel grin that began to get on my
nerves, then suddenly she bounced at me, I punched out at her then gasped
with pain as the girl ducked under my punch and hit me in the gut. For a
moment I was winded and that moment was all this girl needed, I felt her
foot hit the back of my knee and I dropped to my knees, she was all over me
before my knees hit the ground!
I suddenly felt my head jerked backwards sharply by a hand painfully
grasping my hair, an arm went around my throat in a chokehold and I gave a
choked cry as the girls arm tightened relentlessly. Grasping at her arm I
tried to pull it away from my throat, I was shockedto discover that I
couldn't budge her arm even a millimeter, her muscles felt like knotted
bands of steel under her thin blouse as I gurgled in her grasp. It was my
son crying out to me that gave me the strength to make a last effort,
punching back over my shoulder I felt my fist connect with the girl's face,
heard her cry out and her arm loose it's hold for a moment. With a
desperate strength I tore loose from her grasp and struggled to my feet,
turning to face her I gasped for breath and threw another punch at her.
Once again my blow failed to land as she ducked under it and hit me in the
gut again, what breath I had left whooshed out of my body with an 'oof' as
I curled over the girl's fist. I cried out in pain as her fingers locked
themselves in my hair and pulled me forward, I hit the ground with enough
force to stun me and as I struggled to my hands and knees the girl kicked
me in the ribs with enough force to twist me over onto my back. Even as my
back was striking the ground she was leaping astride my chest, groaning I
tried to struggle up against her and she slapped me across the face. I
cried out at the sudden pain across my cheek, then again as she slapped the
other cheek, her small fists struck downwards and I yelped as she punched
me in the breasts. Her hands grasped the front of my blouse and tugged,
though the haze of my pain I heard and felt the buttons bursting, my blouse
flapped open to slide down either side of my body as the girl dug her
fingers into my breasts painfully. Grasping her wrists I tried to push
them away from me as her fingers mashed at my boobs making tears spring to
my eyes.
"Not so tough now bitch!" the girl hissed at me.
Grasping my hair she started banging my head in the floor leaving me
dazed and stunned, I felt her get off me, roll me over then my arms were
jerked backwards as my blouse was torn from me. Shaking my head I tried to
push myself up, but I just couldn't seem to find the strength and before I
had raised myself more than a few inches she was on me again. She jerked
my head backwards by my hair with one hand while the other tugged at the
back of my bra, desperately I tried to reach around to stop her pulling the
hooks open, but I couldn't get at her. Suddenly my bra went loose, with a
cry of humiliation I flung an arm across my chest as she pulled my upper
body upwards by my hair. Despite all my struggles this petite teen tore
the bra from me then stood up, she kicked me in the ribs again and I cried
out, next thing she was behind me, her hands pulling at my skirt as I
kicked and screamed at her. I tried to grab at my skirt with one hand
while covering my bare breasts with the other, but there was no way I could
hold my skirt up one handed. With a laugh the girl ripped it from me,
forcing me over on my back as she pulled it off my kicking legs, as she
threw the skirt aside I lashed out with one foot and caught the girl in the
ribs,with a 'whooof' she flew backwards.
Gathering myself I climbed to my feet and kicked her again, I was
hitting at her with everything I had left, her cries sounding with each
blow I landed. Just as I thought I was getting the upper hand she reached
up and dug her fingers into my pussy, her nails digging painfully into me
even through my panties. My scream rang around the gym as I staggered
backwards away from the girl's grasp, but she moved with me, squeezing and
crushing at my pussy as she rose to her feet, desperately I clawed at her
hand trying to free myself. Then my screams became a breathless gasp as
she hit me in the stomach with her other hand, her clutching hand released
my pussy as I doubled over, when she grabbed the waistband of my panties
and tugged sharply at it I didn't have the strength to resist. With
unbelievable strength she literally ripped the panties from my body,
jerking me towards her as I became nude, as our bodies collided I tried to
grasp her, but somehow she twisted me around, I felt her hand lock around
one of my wrists and force it up my back. She forced me to my knees, my
arm feeling as though it would break at any moment as she pushed it further
up my back, crying out I tried to twist free to no avail. Then her sharp
clawed finger were digging at my pussy again, my legs jerked out as she dug
her nails in, my scream echoing around the room to die in a groan as my
body crashed down to the hard floor.
"Fucking bitch!" the girl hissed at me, "Thought a stuck up cow like you
could beat me did you, well now you know better!"
Her knee came down in the small of my back pinning me to the ground as
with one hand she tried to force my arm up between my shoulder blades and
with the other hand assaulted my pussy. I couldn't take any more
punishment from her, I cried out to her to stop, I begged her to stop and
she laughed at me, her laughter joined by the rest of the group around us.
"Do you surrender bitch?" the girl hissed.
"Yes!" I cried, "I give in, I surrender!"
"Know what that means bitch?" she laughed, "You lost, you're Don's for
the next two days."
I groaned in despair at her words, but she wanted more than a groan out
of me.
"Say it bitch," she snarled pushing my arm up harder, "say it! Say what
losing means!"
"I lost," I whispered, "I'm Don's for the next 48 hours."
"Louder!" she snapped digging her fingers into my pussy again.
"I lost," I screamed out, "please no more, I lost and I have to do
whatever Don wants for the next 48 hours!"
Suddenly she released me and stood up, she prodded me almost
contemptuously with her foot the walked away from me. With tear filled
eyes I struggled to my feet trying to cover my pussy and boobs with my
arms, raising my eyes I found myself looking at my son, his face held a
look of shock and dismay, beside him stood a leering Don. His eyes raked
over my battered body, and then he crooked a finger at me signaling me to
come to him. My legs felt unsteady as I walked the few feet towards him,
his eyes burning into me as I came to a stop in front of him.
"Bit late to be covering up ain't it." He smirked.
'He's a fucking prick, get him!' shouted Dan's mom, Beth.
'Teach him a lesson babe!' screamed Tom's mom, Dilly.
The boys were already wound up and with their mothers' encouragement they started laying into each other with reckless abandon. The four had met at Tom's mom's place to settle a simmering feud between the boys, but instead of calming the situation the intervention of the mothers had merely heightened the tension between them, adding a layer of family pride to an already personal grudge.
With their mothers screaming encouragement, the sons fought so frenetically it wasn't long before their shirts had been ripped off their backs. Both were frequent users of the gym and their revealed torsos were sources of pride for both mothers.
'You can take him!' shouted Beth.
'Hit him! Punch him!' shouted Dilly.
The boys' punches were hard and fast and it wasn't long before both were bloodied. Their fistfight became a grapple as they threw each other to the floor. There ensued a desperate struggle to get on top, which drew even shriller cries of encouragement from the overexcited women.
More by luck than judgement Tom forced his way on top of Dan, causing Dilly to jump and down with glee, clap her hands and shout for him to hurt Dan. An anxious Beth yelled at her son to fight back.
Dan squirmed desperately beneath Tom, but Tom managed to free his arms enough to land some heavy punches from his dominant position. Beth's cries of 'Come on, Dan' were becoming increasingly hysterical, while Dilly drunk in the glorious sight of her semi-naked son destroy his bitter rival.
One particularly well timed blow rocked Dan's head to the side and his arms, which had been extended in an attempt to defend himself, slunk limply to his side indicating to all that he had been knocked unconcious.
Beth let out a yelp and rushed forward to get Tom off her son. Dilly made a grab at her. Beth tried desperately to free herself so she could help her son, but Dilly held on so that the only way Beth could extricate herself was by ducking out of her top. She reached Tom, but her feeble efforts to get him off her son proved in vain. Dilly caught up with her, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from the boys, slapping her in the face as she did. Beth began to fight back, grabbing Dilly's hair and swinging wildly at her face.
Beth grabbed Dilly's top and pulled it over her head so that Dilly's arms were stuck. Beth took advantage to land some good punches in Dilly's face, so that when Dilly managed to back out of her top her face was red and she looked like she was ready to quit.
Tom, still sat atride Dan's motionless body, called out encouragement to his mom, 'you can take her mom, fucking get her'. She nodded at him and the two mothers, stripped to their bras raised their fists and edged closer together. Grabbing hair with one hand they threw wild punches with the other, eliciting yelps as some connected painfully.
Having just seen her son beaten unconcious, Beth was more out of control than Dilly. Her hairpulling was stronger and more vicious, pulling Dilly's head down to her hips. Dilly therefore couldn't punch Beth in the face, so resorted to punching her in her loosely covered chest.
'Nggh, don't fucking punch my tits, bitch' said Beth as she too started to pound on Dilly's chest.
'Keep fucking punching her mom,' yelled Tom.
Beth's adrenaline rush started to peter out, while Tom's encouragement invigorated Dilly, who began to force Beth back and kept up her vicious assault on the other woman's wobbling breasts. Beth started to cry in frustration. Now her head was in an awkward position and as she reached up to try and push Dilly off, she could only grab Dilly's bra, which ripped off in her hand. Dilly flushed with embarassment at being stipped topless in front of her son and wildly increased her attack on Beth, using her bra to throw her around the room until it snapped off and Beth went tumbling.
Beth had almost looked as if the fight had gone out of her, but now topless, with self-esteem almost completely eroded and seeing her son still supine beneath her rival's son, she flipped again, charging at Dilly with new found ferocity.
'Come on, mom!' shouted Tom as he watched this astonishing fight ebb to and fro.
The brawling women grabbed at the other's neck, squeezing hard, determined to choke the other woman out. The topless women both stood their ground determined not to give an inch. They almost looked as if they weren't moving, and the only give away that they were trying at all was the slight shaking of their arms and legs, trembling with the effort.
Suddenly, Dilly's legs buckled and she staggered back until she hit a table behind her. Neither had released their hold and the other's throat, but now Beth tried to force her advantage, pushing Dilly back over the table and leaning into her, so that their topless bodies collided and their free boobs flattened together.
Seeing his mom struggling Tom jumped up.
'Ug...don't...' coughed his mom, and Tom stopped. He wanted to help his mom, but he realised she would have to beat her opponent if this whole feud was to end. His win over Dan would mean nothing if he interfered to help his mom beat Beth.
The choking had been going on for what seemed like ages. Neither woman could breathe and fear and panic was etched across their faces. Beth had almost won, when Dilly closed her eyes, grit her teeth and bucked with her hips to create enough room to straighten up. And from this more equal footing began to force Beth back.
'Yes!' cried Tom, 'you can beat her!'
Beth took a couple of shaky backward steps, then dropped to one knee. Dilly used her higher position to force Beth down further.
'You've got her,' shouted Tom ecstatically, enjoying seeing his topless mom standing tall over her rival and forcing her down.
Dilly forced Beth down onto her back and sat astride her. She strengthened her choke until Beth's eyes rolled to the back of her head, then released her. She cocked her arm back and landed several hard punches into Beth's undefeated face, letting out a banshee-like scream of victory with each one.
At last she stopped and, breathing heavily, looked over at her son breaking into a large smile.
'Wow, mom, you are amazing,' he said breathlessly. Dilly smiled, then noticed the tent peg in her son's jeans.
'Come here,' she said. He stepped towards her and she reached out and lightly touched the bulge through his jeans.
'Sorry' he murmured.
'Don't be,' she said,'I felt the same when you were on top of that dickhead. I always knew you would beat him up, you're such a strong boy.'
'I've got to get rid of this,' said Tom and he rapidly unbuttoned his jeans and released his swollen cock. 'Let me come in her face.'
Dilly got off her beaten foe and let Tom sit astride her. He started massaging his cock.
'Can you do me a favor, mom? Can you punch her in the face again? he said.
'OK,' she said amused, and punched Beth's face just inches from Tom's cock.
'Oh god, yes' breathed Tom quickening his stroke. Giggling at the deliciousness of the situation, Dilly continued to punch the other mother's face, each blow eliciting moans of pleasure from her masturbating son. And just as he reached his peak, as he groaned 'oh god mom you're great,' Dilly reached out and cupped her sons balls. Tom's eyes widened at the crossing of such an intimate boundary, but he was already coming, shooting copiously over the face of Dan's unconcious mother.
He sat back heavily on her limp body, resting for a moment after such a momentous orgasm. When he sheepishly looked up at his mom, she smiled and hugged him.
'I'm so proud of you,' she said. 'I'm proud of you too,' he replied as they enjoyed the warmth of each other's body.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 7:04 am
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I did not completely read every article of yours. But my very favorites of yours, and overall of all the stories other than mine are:
1)Soccer Mom
2)You and your mom at the gas station.
I really love these two events. To me, they are better than all of the incidents told so far; other than mine.They are really Great!!!!
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 7:06 am
Post subject: I really mean it.
Sincerely, I really mean that your topics are the best topics of all who have contributed to this cat fight story forum.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 4:13 am
Post subject: Thank you
Thank you so much for your positive comments
! I hope that my readers do not turn these story telling fantasies of mine into an actual reality. Again, thank you.
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