Hey forum. This is sort of a repost/compilation post of the 4 posts I made on this forum before about the first 4 fights I ever saw in real life, all of which involved my mother and other women from our school community at the time. I have decided to post all 4 parts as one post here in a complete anthology both for the sake of readability, and to have the opportunity to fix some typos, replace broken links to pics etc, and add a little additional content to each of the stories to enrich the reading experience. Hope you guys enjoy. xx
Moms Fight Over Their Sons - Complete Anthology“What’s the matter?” My mother’s concerned but serious voice asked as my brother and I walked through our front door, him in tears, me making the best effort a 7 year old could to console him.
“At school…” My brother spluttered, beside himself the way only a 9 year old would be. “Tyler…he…he…he beat me up and…and…took my lunch money.”
“WHAT!” My mother exploded.
“I’m sorry mommy…” My brother wailed.
“Oh…oh I’m not angry at you baby.” Mom reassured him as she crouched down and pulled him close for a cuddle. “It’s that thieving little bastard who took your money I’m pissed at.”
Mom was 32 years old at the time. She had been a moderately successful fitness model/instructor before she got pregnant with my brother, but she was probably in even better shape at this point than when was actually modelling. She has one of those incredible crazy fit bodies you think only exist in the magazines. She has a lean yet heavily muscular physique (think Lindsay Renee’s body:
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https://pasteboard.co/Ih6zqkM.png), dead straight chest length black hair, a perfect fake tan, large surgically enhanced C cup breasts, and she stands at 5’8”.
At this point in time, Mom and my father had been separated for a few years, so she was already very used to looking after us all on her own. She had always been extremely protective of my brother and I (particularly my brother), but it had only gotten more and more intense since her break up with dad. In fact, pretty much all of her personality traits kept getting more and more amplified after the separation. Day by day she seemed to get even more extroverted, even more cocky (which was difficult, since she was already the cockiest woman in the neighbourhood), even more bad tempered, and even more nurturing and loving with my brother and I.
“Don’t worry about that little shit, baby.” Mom assured my brother through gritted teeth as she took account of his black eye and swollen nose. “I’m gonna go have a little talk with that bastard’s mom right now.”
With that, she sprung up out of her crouch, grabbed her car keys, and hurried my brother and I out of the house without even changing out of her active wear (a pink singlet, skin tight black yoga shorts, and heavy white sneakers).
The whole drive over to Tyler’s house, Mom was absolutely fuming. She was driving super aggressively, clutching the steering wheel like she was trying to strangle it, and telling us things like “that’s the last time that bastard messes with my kid” and “oh they’re gonna be sorry that little shit ever picked on my son”.
We pulled up out the front of Tyler’s house, Mom slammed on the breaks so the car tires screeched on the road.
“Wait here.” She commanded us sternly as she unbuckled her seat belt, flung the car door open, and went storming up to Tyler’s front door. Where she had parked still gave my brother and I a perfect view even though we were stuck in the vehicle.
Mom pounded on the front door real hard 5 times in a row, then just stood waiting with her arms folded, her teeth clenched, tapping her foot with her hip cocked.
After a brief pause, the front door swung open and there stood Tyler’s mom Rachel. She was the same height as Mom but full figured and curvy with thick powerful looking legs (think Iggy Azalea:
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https://pasteboard.co/Ih6Deml.png), a fake tan that looked much cheaper than Mom’s, and she was dressed in a figure hugging strapless red house dress that barely covered her big round ass.
“Can I help you!” Rachel roared in frustration as she gave Mom the once over, closing the front door behind her, presumably to put a barricade between inside her home and the furious looking woman outside of it.
“Yeah, you can teach that fucking punk son of yours to keep his goddam hands to himself!” Mom replied.
“Excuse me bitch!?” Rachel’s eyes bulged in shock and rage as she put her hand to her ample chest and jerked her head backwards a touch for emphasis.
“You heard me bitch.” Mom answered taking a step forward. “Teach that little bastard of yours to keep his hands off my boy, or fucking else.”
“Are you threatening me you cxnt!?” Rachel took a step forward of her own getting right up in Mom’s face now.
“No, I’m promising you bitch!” Mom roared as she shoved Rachel backwards.
“Fuck you!” Rachel screamed as she lunged forward and gave Mom a big shove of her own.
“Oh that’s it cxnt!” Mom shouted as she cocked her fist and then let fly with a straight right that slammed into Rachel’s nose and sent the thick blonde reeling backwards into her closed front door.
“BITCH!” Rachel screeched as she bounced off her front door and fired a wild right of her own, catching Mom on the point of the cheek.
Mom’s head barely moved as she absorbed the punch, and with that both she and Rachel unleashed a flurry of lefts and rights as they stood toe to toe on the door step slugging it out.
By this point, most of the neighbours had heard the commotion and were now out in their own front yards watching it all go down, oooo-ing and ahhhh-ing as each heavy punch connected.
Mom and Rachel brawled furiously, fists flying viciously as they went at each other.
Rachel connected with a solid looking right to Mom’s belly, but her rock hard abs were like a brick wall as Rachel’s fist bounced off them without eliciting so much as a grunt from Mom.
Mom retaliated with a wicked left to the ribs that lifted Rachel off the ground, visibly rocking her as her whole body violently quaked from the impact.
The two mothers were throwing and landing the same number of punches now as they unloaded on each other with head and body shots, but Rachel’s best hits were just deflecting off Mom with no effect, while every shot Mom landed clearly staggered Rachel and rocked her so bad her entire body began to quiver.
“You’re mine now bitch! You’re fucking mine!” Mom growled through clenched teeth as she unleashed flurry after flurry of brutal rights and lefts. “You messed with the wrong momma, bitch! You messed with the wrong fucking momma!”
Rachel was starting to slow down now, but Mom’s intensity didn’t diminish for a second. She kept coming at Rachel hard, still throwing wild flurries of punches and drilling her to the face and body over and over again.
Rachel fired off a desperate right haymaker that missed completely, then Mom swung up under her with a left uppercut that cracked the blonde right under the jaw, slamming her teeth together with an almighty rattle and sending her careening backwards on her heels.
Smelling blood in the water, Mom sprung forward and ripped a sharp right deep into Rachel’s lower belly, driving her fist hard into the blonde’s pubic mound.
Rachel cried out in pain and doubled over clutching her groin.
Mom reached out and grabbed Rachel’s hair with both hands, viciously wrenched her towards her by the scalp with a violent jerk, and then cruelly flung and dragged the blonde all around the yard.
“Fucking cxnt!” Mom roared as she untangled her right hand from Rachel’s hair and then started slamming it in the form of a fist into her rival’s temple, cheek, and ear once, twice, three times, four times.
“BIIIIIITCH!…BIIIITCH!” Rachel squealed like a pig as she clawed at Mom’s left wrist and forearm, desperately trying to force her to release the vice grip she had on her hair.
Mom wouldn’t let go though. She whipped Rachel around by the scalp with her left hand as she absolutely laid into her with her right fist over and over and over again.
With each blow Mom delivered now, Rachel’s legs buckled, the only thing holding her up being Mom’s left hand embedded deep in her scalp.
Seeing the blonde barely able to remain on her feet, Mom sunk her right hand into her hair once again and, with even more ferocity than the first time, violently jerked her forward and all around the yard before flinging her from left to right and then letting her go, sending her sprawling onto the ground in a heap.
Rachel hit the ground with a thud. She was only down for a few seconds when her survival instincts kicked in and she tried to scurry back up.
Mom strode forward and got round behind her as she was on the ground.
With Mom approaching, Rachel rolled onto her front and pushed herself up onto all fours.
Just as Rachel got onto her hands and knees, Mom ran at her and, in full stride, punted her right between the legs.
Rachel screamed in agony. Her eyes slammed shut, her mouth hung wide open, and her body collapsed back down to the ground completely as she clutched her wounded pussy with both hands.
“Gonna do as I say now bitch, huh?!” Mom roared as she kicked Rachel hard in the shoulder, sending her over onto her side.
“I can’t fucking hear you!” Mom yelled as she sent another kick into the downed blonde, this time into her belly.
“YEEEES!” Rachel screamed.
“‘Yes’ what cxnt!?” Mom bellowed.
“Yes I will!” Rachel pleaded.
“Gonna teach that fucking punk of yours to keep his fucking hands to himself bitch?” Mom asked.
“YEEEES!” Rachel cried.
“Don’t fucking make me come back here bitch!” Mom spat.
“Please, please I won’t!” Rachel begged.
“Better fucking not skank!” Mom roared as she delivered one last kick to Rachel’s belly, eliciting a pained moan from the downed blonde.
With that, Mom strutted away and back over to our car with all the neighbours looking on in awe.
She opened the car door and got inside, and my brother and I just stared at her with pure admiration and pride.
“See baby?” Mom said as she turned back to my brother. “No one messes with my kids.”
ABOUT A YEAR LATER------------------------------------------------------ABOUT A YEAR LATER“Hey baby! How was school?” My Mom yelled from the kitchen as my brother opened and then closed the front door with a bang.
“Good!” He yelled back in the typical disaffected tone of a 10 year old boy.
“Wait a second…” Mom demanded as she emerged into the entrance way and took a look at my brother’s face. “Where did you get that bruise on your face?” She asked as she leaned forward to inspect him.
“Oh.” He replied casually. “Got in a fight.”
“What?” Mom asked. “With who?”
“With Jack Morro.” My brother answered.
“And what happened?” Mom pressed him.
“Well he hit me once, that’s how I got the bruise.” My brother explained. “But then I hit him back, kept hitting him and eventually knocked him down. Pretty sure I made him cry, haha.”
“Well…” Mom began. “If you’re gonna start shit then you sure as hell better be the one to finish it.” She finished with a wink and a grin.
“Neither of us really started it Mom.” My brother explained. “We both agreed to fight.”
“Well, either way.” Mom replied. “The main thing is you won and you’re ok.”
Suddenly, there was a loud persistent banging on our front door.
“Ugh, who the HELL is that?” Mom growled as she stormed up to the front door and ripped it opened.
Standing in our door way was Michelle, the mother of the boy my brother had beaten up in school earlier that same day. Michelle was a very pissed off looking redhead, a couple of inches taller than Mom (probably around 5’10” or 5’11”), with a big heavy set body (think Gianna Michaels:
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“WHAT!?” Mom roared, obviously extremely frustrated by Michelle’s noisy and incessant knocking.
“What do you think bitch?” Michelle replied with an aggressive confidence I hadn’t heard anyone dare to use on my mother since she beat the shit out of Rachel about a year prior. “That little thug of yours attacked my son at school today.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the story your son told you.” Mom answered smugly, folding her muscular arms.
“Are you calling my son a liar bitch?!” Michelle scowled, her hands on her hips.
“Not just a liar, cxnt, but a wimp too.” Mom replied. “Deciding to settle shit one on one and then getting your ass kicked is not getting attacked, it’s being a fucking wimp.”
“You’re the one who’s about to get her fucking ass kicked WHORE!” Michelle roared as she transitioned into a crude boxing stance.
“Threaten me in my fucking house BITCH!” Mom yelled as she quickly adopted a fighting stance of her own and instantly stuck Michelle with a fierce left jab to the face, sending her reeling backwards as a cruel warning shot.
Michelle clutched her face and stood in astonishment for a couple of seconds. Mom stood her ground on the door step, death staring her, intimidating the redhead and advising her, with just a look, to back down.
Michelle pulled her hand away from her face and looked in her palm. Trickles of blood were running out of her nostrils, and when she spotted the crimson stains on her hand, her eyes widened with rage. She shot her bulging eyes straight up to Mom who was still standing in the doorway.
“FUCKING cxnt!” Michelle screamed as she adopted a fighting stance once again and sprung towards my mother.
As soon as she got in range, Michelle let fly with a wild right haymaker, but Mom jerked her head backwards to avoid it and then stuck the bitch with another brutal left jab to the face.
Michelle moaned in pain and grabbed her nose again.
Mom wasted no time and surged forward with a huge sharp right deep into the redhead’s lower rib cage.
“OHHHHHH” Michelle bellowed as she was lifted up onto her tippy toes and doubled over.
Mom immediately delivered a powerful left to Michelle’s opposite ribs, then a right uppercut that smashed into her chin and snapped her fiery head back.
Michelle staggered backwards on spaghetti legs, her feet wide apart to steady herself so she didn’t go to ground.
“YOU’RE FUCKED!” Mom roared as she sprang forward and unleashed a swift kick right up between Michelle’s wide open legs, nailing her flush right in the cxnt.
The redhead squealed in agony and dropped to her knees, her eyes bulging, her mouth wide open in a silent scream.
Mom wasn’t satisfied though. She strode forward, reached down and took two big handfuls of Michelle’s scarlet hair, then viciously hauled the bitch back up to her feet before flinging her all around the place by her scalp.
“Wanna fuck with me bitch huh?” Mom roared through clenched teeth as Michelle wailed in pain. “Should never have fucked with me slut!”
Michelle was flailing around now, her arms swinging wildly, trying to land a punch or a scratch on Mom that could make her stop her assault. What little contact she could make with her attempts was futile however. Every punch just glanced and bounced off Mom’s gym sculpted muscles, and any scratches were surface level at best, none even drawing blood.
“No you fucking DON’T!” Mom yelled as she sharply lifted her right knee and slammed it violently into Michelle’s unprotected face.
Michelle’s legs quaked and buckled, but she didn’t go down because Mom still had her held up by the hair.
The redhead put her hands up in front of her face, now not even trying to mount any kind of offence, just trying to cover up however she could.
Mom pulled Michelle towards her by the hair and then swung her left knee straight up as fast as she could, slamming it into Michelle’s hands and driving them up into her face.
Michelle moaned in pain but had managed to cushion the blow somewhat with her attempt to cover up. In desperation, the redhead once again covered her face with her hands, this time turning her head to the side as well.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Mom wrenched Michelle towards her once again, leaped off the ground and swung her right knee directly up into her opponent’s awaiting hands, driving them up into the redhead’s face with such devastating force that it actually straightened her up and knocked Mom’s fingers loose from her hair.
Michelle stumbled backwards, barely able to keep her footing as she involuntarily took several backward steps.
Mom came at the bitch again and unloaded on her with a blistering combination of a left to the body, a right to the body, a quick succession of left jabs to the face, then a beautiful haymaker right that cracked the redhead right on the point of the jaw.
Michelle’s head snapped to the side, her eyes rolled back into her head, her legs gave way beneath her and she crumpled to the ground.
Mom pounced on her downed foe immediately, brutally dropping the point of her knee deep into Michelle’s mound and holding it there with maximum pressure.
“OOOOWOWOWWWOOWHHHHH” Michelle cried out in agony and panic as Mom’s powerful knee relentlessly crushed her pubic bone.
“This is what you get for fucking with me bitch!” Mom snarled as she continued to focus all of her powerful weight into her knee.
“PLEASE STOP!” Michelle screamed in terror. “YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING ME!”
“You’re never gonna fuck with me or my son again are you cxnt?!” Mom asked aggressively.
“NOOOOOOOO!” Michelle squealed.
“Then admit that your kid is a fucking wimp bitch!” Mom demanded.
“HE IS!” The redhead conceded with a cry.
“He’s what?” Mom insisted.
“A WIMP!” Michelle screeched.
With that, Mom immediately relented and popped back up to her feet. Michelle rolled onto her side clutching her groin for dear life, sucking in air and looking like she was going to puke.
“I EVER see your fat ass around here again and you’ll get it fucking worse slut!” Mom warned before turning around and strutting back into the house and slamming the door behind her.
“See baby?” Mom said as she looked over at my brother. “Like mother like son.”
ABOUT A YEAR LATER------------------------------------------------------ABOUT A YEAR LATER“MOM!” I yelled as loud as my 9 year old lungs could manage.
“Yeah sweetie?” Mom yelled back much more calmly.
“Cody got in another fight at school today!” I told her in my best dibber dobber voice.
“Again?” Mom shouted back before making her way down the stairs to the entrance way.
“What happened this time?” Mom asked. As always at that time of the afternoon, she was dressed in her workout gear (a tight white singlet, skin tight black yoga shorts, and heavy black and white sneakers).
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I just heard he was meeting Marcus Freeman after school and they were gonna fight.”
“Where?” Mom asked sternly.
“I dunno.” I answered with another shrug.
“Urgh.” Mom exclaimed in frustration. “Nothing we can do then. We’ll just have to wait for him to come home.”
So Mom and I just waited for my brother. An hour passed and he still hadn’t arrived. Mom was pacing the floor now and becoming very agitated.
Suddenly though, we heard a key in the lock of the front door, then it swung open and there was my brother, almost as tidy and unscathed as when he left the house that morning.
“Where the hell have you been?” Mom asked aggressively.
“Just hanging with friends, geez.” My brother replied as flippantly as an 11 year old boy could.
“Oh no you weren’t.” Mom folded her arms and cocked her hip. “You got into another fight. I already know, so don’t even think about lying to me.”
“Okay, okay.” My brother confessed. “Well, I did get into a fight right after school, but then afterwards my friends and I were pretty psyched about the whole thing, so we hung out for a bit, but I came straight home after that.”
“Well we’ve been here waiting and worried that you must have gotten your ass kicked so bad you couldn’t walk home.” Mom informed him. “But from the look of you, I’d say we had nothing to worry about.” Mom’s slight smirk betrayed her pride in my brother’s obvious victory as she still tried to maintain her disapproving demeanour.
At that moment, there was a loud knock on our front door, so loud that my brother actually leaped forward away from it in fright.
“I’ll deal with this later.” Mom warned as she strode past my brother towards the front door.
“OPEN UP MOTHERFUCKERS!” A woman’s voice boomed from the other side of the door, followed by another series of loud knocks.
“Who the fuck….” Mom asked under her breath as she grabbed the door handle and swung it open.
Standing in our doorway with a swollen face and busted nose was Marcus Freeman, and beside him was his mother Nicole, an extremely pissed off looking black woman about Mom’s height (5’8”) and age (34), with a beautiful curvy ripped muscular body (think Brittne Babe:
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“Explain this bitch!” Nicole said, gesturing towards her son’s swollen face and messed up nose.
“Well, I’d say it looks like a broken nose.” Mom replied sarcastically.
“Oh I know it’s a fucking broken nose bitch!” Nicole spat. “What I wanna know is what you plan to do about it!”
“I’m not planning on doing shit about it.” Mom scoffed folding her arms.
“Well it’s your little fucking piece of shit kid that gave it to him!” Nicole fired back, putting her hands on her hips.
“Who you calling a piece of shit, bitch?!” Mom roared as she stepped forward and shoved Nicole hard, sending her stumbling backwards about half a dozen steps back towards the fence.
“Oh, you goin down slut!” Nicole yelled as she charged back towards Mom with her fists up ready to swing.
Mom immediately adopted a classic boxing stance and bounced forward to meet her half way.
As soon as the two women got in range of each other, they started swinging wildly, unleashing everything they had as hard and fast as they could.
“COME ON BITCH! COME ON!” Mom roared as she stood toe to toe exchanging furious punches with her wild adversary.
“GO MOM! GET HER!” Marcus cheered as he watched on from a safe distance away in our front yard.
By this time, a bunch of our neighbours had heard all the commotion and had come out to their own front yards to see what the hell was going on. As they looked towards our house and saw Mom and Nicole throwing vicious punches with their feet firmly planted, they all just looked on in awe, unable to take their eyes off the unfolding action.
“SLUT!” Nicole screeched as she reached out and sunk one hand deep into Mom’s long black hair while still laying into her face and body with her free hand.
Nicole wrenched Mom’s head down by the scalp and slammed her fist into her face with a crunch.
“Fuck!” Mom growled through clenched teeth, seemingly more pissed off than hurt as she kept her feet firmly planted in place, still swinging violently.
Nicole kept laying into Mom’s lowered head, slamming her fist into her face and the side of her head with shot after shot.
But, with Nicole’s left arm stretched out holding Mom’s hair, Mom let fly with an almighty right hook to the body, smashing her fist hard into Nicole’s unguarded left ribcage.
“OHHH!” Nicole moaned in pain and immediately let go of Mom’s hair, her left arm reflexively retracting to cover her left flank.
“cxnt!” Mom roared as she surged upwards driving her left fist up under Nicole’s chin and nailing her with a wicked uppercut.
Nicole’s teeth slammed together and she staggered backwards in a daze.
Mom pounced forward and nailed the bitch with a right to the body and a wild left to the cheek, backing her up even further again.
“YEAH! GO MOM!” My brother cheered as Mom pressed her advantage, not giving Nicole a second to recover.
As Mom continued to surge forward, Nicole started swinging back at her, but still on her heels and backing off, her opportunities to land punches were limited.
Mom kept the pressure full on, backing Nicole up with a right jab to the face, a left cross to the cheek, a right rip to the body, and a left jab to the nose.
“YOU’RE DONE! YOU’RE DONE BITCH!” Mom yelled triumphantly as she beat Nicole across the yard.
Out of options now, Nicole just covered up and tried to avoid taking more punishment as Mom continued to unload on her.
Mom kept swinging but she was having a hard time landing punches consistently now with Nicole’s arms in the way, blocking her head and body from taking most shots.
This was the breather that Nicole needed. Without taking so many big hits she was able to plant her feet once again and steady herself enough to fight back.
“PUSSY ASS BITCH!” Mom screeched in frustration as she paused for a split second before throwing a haymaker right aiming around Nicole’s guard.
As Mom’s fist came rocketing towards her, Nicole swung her forearm out and deflected the incoming blow.
“cxnt!” Nicole screamed as she retaliated with a vicious right hook of her own that absolutely nailed Mom right in the mouth.
Mom’s head snapped to the side as a combination of blood and spit exploded from her lips.
My brother and I both screamed in horror as Nicole’s son let out a loud cheer.
Nicole dropped her guard completely now and started an all out assault, throwing lefts and rights in quick succession as Mom, still with her feet firmly planted, ducked her head and covered up.
Nicole unleashed a flurry of punches, lefts and rights which slammed mercilessly into Mom’s shoulders, chest, and arms, but with Mom covering up and ducking she was managing to protect her face.
“YOU GOT NOTHING WHORE! YOU GOIN DOWN! YOU GOIN DOWN!” Nicole roared as she swung relentlessly.
Then suddenly, Mom jumped into a split legged stance with her left foot forward and her right foot back, then, in a split second, she sprung forward and swung her right knee straight up between the black mother’s legs, driving the point of her kneecap right into her groin.
Nicole let out the most sickened strangled gasp imaginable and immediately dropped her hands, clutching herself tightly between the legs as she doubled over.
“NOOOO!” Nicole’s son screamed as my brother and I both exploded in a synchronised cheer.
Immediately, Mom grabbed Nicole by her hair with both hands and began dragging and flinging her all over the yard by her scalp as Nicole squealed in pain.
In control now, Mom started leaping towards her foe and throwing her knees up, smashing them brutally into the black mother’s unguarded face with sickening thuds.
Then, as Mom swung her right knee up towards Nicole’s face once again, she drove the point of it brutally into the bridge of her nose with an audible crunch.
Blood erupted from the black woman’s nostrils and her legs went completely limp.
Mom dragged her by the scalp for a few more steps, then threw her to the ground.
Nicole landed with a thud, one hand clutching her pussy, the other clutching her face as blood streamed out of her nose.
Nicole was down on her back now, crying and quivering in agony as Mom stood over her.
“Look at you now skank!” Mom taunted arrogantly. “Shouldn’t have fucked with me huh?”
Nicole just weeped and cried, her body shivering from the pain.
“God you’re so fucking pathetic!” Mom continued. “I don’t care if you have to fucking crawl out of here bitch, but I’m going back inside for a few minutes, and when I come back you better be fucking gone!”
With that, Mom spun on her heels and strutted back towards the house. She passed by my brother and I as we shot places between her and the suffering bitch writhing in pain on our lawn.
Mom ushered us back inside and closed the door behind us.
“See baby?” Mom said to my brother. “Momma always finds a way.”
ABOUT A YEAR LATER------------------------------------------------------ABOUT A YEAR LATER“Hey Mom!” I called as I came in the front door after my walk home from school.
“Hey Lexi!” Mom called back as she emerged from the kitchen wearing a short semi-loose fitting sleeveless pink linen dress, and a pair of heavy white sneakers.
“Is your brother with you?” Mom asked.
“Um…noooo…” I answered suspiciously.
“Well um, why not?” Mom replied sarcastically?
“Well…” I hesitated, my 10 year old mind struggling whether to just tell the truth or not.
“Well what?” Mom teased playfully, but with a bit of concern.
“Well, I’m not suppose to tell you, but he’s meeting up with some guy for a fight after school, so he said he’d be a bit later than me.” I confessed.
“Ugh, again?” Mom asked trying to sound disapproving, but her tone totally betraying a slight hint of admiration and pride.
“Yeah, again.” I answered sheepishly.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to deal with him when he gets home then.” Mom told me with a cheeky wink as she strutted back into the kitchen.
I went and sat down on the couch and started watching some TV. About half an hour passed like that when suddenly, the front door swung open and there was my 12 year old brother, his face swollen and red, his left eye black and bruised, and a slight limp to his slow walk.
“Oh my god baby, what happened?” Mom gasped as she ran straight over to my brother and took him in her arms.
My brother just groaned and staggered inside.
“Oh baby, come here, lie down.” Mom insisted as she guided my brother to the couch and got him to lie down on it as I stood up to make more room.
My brother let out a soft moan and arched his back as Mom placed a comforting hand on his chest.
“Who did this to you baby?” Mom asked frantically, her anger and frustration starting to intensify, her eyes wild with maternal fury.
“…Josh.” My brother grunted meekly.
“Josh Hayes?” Mom asked, since there was only one Josh in my brother’s grade at school.
“Yeah.” My brother confirmed.
“Oh that little fucking punk!” Mom roared as she got up off the couch and started pacing the floor in a rage. “Oh he’s definitely gonna fucking pay for THIS!”
I had never seen Mom so pissed off in my life. She was talking to herself under her breath, walking up and down the living room like a woman possessed. Her muscles were tensing, her skin was flushing, she was seriously in a furious rage at this point.
“OK!” Mom announced. “I’m fucking going straight over there to that punk’s house to sort this out right fucking now!”
Mom grabbed her car keys and didn’t even bother to change out of her dress or anything. Clearly she didn’t want to waste any time venting her frustrations at the culprit in this case.
“Can you walk baby?” Mom asked my brother tersely.
“Ah, yeah, yeah mom.” He stuttered as he pulled himself up off the couch.
“Good, then both of you, with me, let’s go!” She commanded as she strode out the door with us following behind.
As we sped through the neighbourhood on our way to Josh’s house doing way faster than the speed limit, Mom was doing a combination of muttering to herself and telling us what she was about to do to anyone that got in her way.
“Oh, they’ve bitten off more than they can chew this time.” Mom roared. “Oh, they are gonna pay for this shit, mark my words…mark my fucking words…someone is about to pay big time.”
The sound of tires screeching on the road rang out throughout the otherwise peaceful neighbourhood as Mom slammed on the breaks right in front of Josh’s house.
“Wait here.” Mom commanded sternly as she unbuckled her seatbelt, aggressively swung her door open, and stepped out of the car without even shooting a glance back in our direction.
Even my brother and I were terrified of her at that moment. We had never seen Mom this pissed off in our lives. She was definitely out for blood.
Mom stormed up to the front door of the house as my brother and I cautiously eased our way out of the car and around to the side that would give us the best view of what was about to go down.
The peacefulness of the neighbourhood was once again shattered, this time by the sound of Mom’s fist pounding against the wooden front door of Josh’s house.
The sound of Mom’s knuckles knocking against wood only lasted for a few seconds though, because before long the door swung open and standing there was Josh’s mother Jen.
Jen was the same height as Mom (5’8”) and also the same age (35) with long straight shoulder length black hair, a very stern but attractive face (think Katy Perry but older and much harsher:
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https://pasteboard.co/J7XNVfK.jpg), a light tan, and she was dressed in a super tight fitting sleeveless blue and white summer dress that came not quite halfway down her ripped muscular thighs.
“What the fuck?” Jen asked in an extremely frustrated tone as she gave my furious looking mother a condescending once over.
“You’re Josh’s mom right?” Mom asked in a rage.
“Yeah?” Jen replied dismissively as she folded her arms and cocked her hip with an inquisitive eyebrow raise.
“Well then it’s YOUR little fucking bastard I’m here to talk about.” Mom roared as she stuck her finger right in Jen’s face.
“Hey hey HEY!” Jen scolded as she unfolded her arms and put them on her boney looking hips. “Watch who you’re calling a bastard you fucking bitch!” Jen added as she gave Mom another insulting ‘once over’.
“You’re the one who’s gotta watch out BITCH! Mind your fucking attitude before I kick your scrawny ass!” Mom threatened.
“Don’t you fucking threaten me bitch!” Jen roared back,
With that, Mom was instantly right up in Jen’s face, shouting and screaming insults, as Jen shouted and screamed insults of her own right back at her. With the two mothers yelling over the top of each other now, it was pretty impossible to make out exactly what they were saying most of the time, but I can tell you that the words “bitch” and “cxnt” and “son” were used with extreme frequency.
With the two mothers screaming so loudly in each other’s faces, within seconds every single neighbour had emerged into their front yards to see what all the drama was about, all of them just staring dumbfounded at what was unfolding.
Mom and Jen continued their tirades for a while when suddenly, clear as a bell, I heard Jen yell:
“Well if your fucking son is too much of a pathetic wimp to fight his own battles, that’s not my fucking problem bitch!”
“Oh, BIG mistake SLUT!” Mom roared as she hauled off and cracked Jen right in the chin with a fierce straight right.
Jen’s head snapped back and she let out a grunt as she stumbled backwards into the house.
“Ya goin’ down bitch!” Mom yelled as she surged forward through the doorway with her fists up.
As soon as Mom got in range though, Jen started swinging back and it was fucking on.
The two raven haired mothers brawled right there in the hallway, both of them swinging as violently as they could.
They stood toe to toe right there in the entranceway, neither of them budging an inch, both of them just unleashing a flurry of powerful fists.
“GET HER MOM! GET HER!” My brother yelled as the two women brawled on.
Suddenly then, as Mom went high for a hook to the face, Jen rolled down and ripped two vicious rights deep into Mom’s ribs.
Mom winced in pain as her body contorted, her feet still solidly planted in place though.
But Jen didn’t waste a second. She rolled back up and nailed Mom right in the cheek with a left hook.
As Jen’s fist collided with her face, Mom’s head snapped to the side and, for the first time, her footing yielded and her right leg instinctively recoiled back a step.
Again, Jen didn’t waste this opportunity and she let go with a brutal straight right that drilled Mom right on the point of the chin, snapping her head back and sending her stumbling backwards down the hallway.
Jen pursued her relentlessly though, unleashing a torrent of lefts and rights as she backed Mom up and backed her up out the doorway and into the front yard.
My brother and I both gasped at the sight of Mom actually getting backed up, a sight neither of us had even witnessed before, as the crowd of neighbours just gawked and stared at the unfolding action.
“THAT’S IT MOM! BEAT THAT BITCH!” Came the cheer from inside the house as Jen’s son Josh had quickly made his way to the front door to watch the fight.
With Jen all over her now, Mom desperately kept swinging back at her with a wild flurry of lefts and rights of her own, but it looked as though she was having trouble connecting with anything significant, as trickles of blood visibly ran from out of her bloodied nostrils.
As Jen closed in even more though, Mom swung a desperate knee straight up between her legs and drove it hard into the wiry bitch’s groin.
“OUFF” Jen groaned as she doubled over and halted her onslaught.
"Cheap shot!"..."Oh, the dirty bitch!" I heard some of the neighbours scold at the sight of Mom driving her knee up into Jen's crotch.
Mom took this brief respite to steady herself and plant her feet once again before she let fly with a rapid flurry of wild punches of her own.
As Mom had steadied herself though, Jen had been able to do the same, and once Mom’s fists started to fly again, Jen also started to swing back at her with equal intensity.
The two mothers were standing toe to toe again now, both of them throwing everything they had at each other, neither of them budging an inch.
The sight and sound of the two mother’s fists slamming brutally into each other’s muscular bodies brought the crowd of neighbours to life now as they all started reacting with “ohhhhs” and “ahhhhs” as each heavy blow connected.
“COME ON MOM! GO! GO!” My brother yelled getting more and more agitated by the second.
“FUCK HER UP MOM! FUCKING DO HER!” Jen’s son Josh screamed from inside the doorway.
Both mothers were throwing and landing the same number of violent shots now as they brawled toe to toe.
Things were looking even like that for a few seconds, but then, as they brawled on, Mom’s punches continued to elicit only a grunt and a gritting of teeth from Jen, while every time Jen’s punches connected, Mom’s powerful thighs would quiver from the impact.
Then, with each consecutive punch that Jen landed, Mom’s quivering progressed lower and lower until soon her entire legs were absolutely quaking every time Jen nailed her.
Then, with a brutal left hook, Jen cracked Mom hard in the cheek and dislodged her footing once again, sending her stumbling backwards awkwardly as she continued to swing wildly while she back pedalled.
Once again though, Jen didn’t give Mom an inch to breathe as she pursued her relentlessly, backing her up further and further with a barrage of wild lefts and rights.
“NO!…NO!” Mom shouted as she desperately tried to swing back at her foe as Jen beat her across the yard.
With Mom on her heels now, Jen surged forward and drove a hard right uppercut deep into Mom’s abdomen just below her sternum.
As Mom gagged in pain and doubled over, Jen reached out with both hands, took hold of the front of Mom’s pink linen dress, and started to rip and tear at it, flinging Mom all over the place as she did.
Then suddenly, with an almighty “RIIIIIP”, the back of Mom’s dress tore straight down the middle, splitting it into two halves and exposing Mom’s black lacy bra and panties to the whole neighbourhood.
As Mom pulled away at the same time as Jen split her dress, Mom’s arms just slipped straight out of both halves and she and Jen both stumbled backwards like tug-o-war competitors when their opponents suddenly let go of the rope.
Mom now stood a few feet away from Jen in nothing but her black lacy underwear and heavy white sneakers, while Jen stood holding the two halves of Mom’s ruined dress in her hands, cruelly admiring her handiwork. Shooting glances back and forward between the two of them, I noticed that Mom now had blood pouring out of her busted bottom lip, from a cut above her left eye, and even more now streaming out of her nostrils; while Jen's face was reddened from some of the blows it had taken, but so far devoid of any blood.
“Oh, that’s IT!” Mom screamed in a bloodthirsty rage as she charged forward and let fly with a bunch of hectic lefts and rights in rapid succession, obviously desperate to punish Jen for exposing her to the whole street.
Jen stood her ground though and started swinging back as the two mothers once again planted their feet and went toe to toe with everything they had.
As they brawled, both now landing with the same number of shots once again, Mom’s legs and thighs weren’t quivering on impact now. Maybe it was the adrenaline or the sheer anger Mom was feeling, but Jen’s shots weren’t buckling her legs like they were just seconds ago.
As the two mothers kept on swinging at each other with murderous intent, neither one getting the better of the other, Mom’s confidence grew and grew, and she started shit talking her wiry foe under her breath through clenched teeth.
“Ok, come on bitch…come on, bring it on…ya goin down bitch, yeah, ya FUCKING goin down…” Mom taunted as she brawled toe to toe with her equally relentless rival.
“YOU’RE GONNA DO HER MOM! YOU’RE GONNA DO HER!” My brother yelled in joy as he saw Mom now holding her own against her wiry foe.
As the two mothers kept on swinging though, all of a sudden, Mom’s shit talking just stopped.
For a second I thought it was cause she was getting really serious now, but then, I noticed it.
Jen ripped a hard body shot into Mom’s ribcage and when it landed, Mom’s thighs quivered from the impact, just like before.
Mom retaliated with a fierce left hook to Jen’s chest, but as it slammed into her slender muscular frame, all Jen did was clench her teeth and grunt.
As Mom and Jen continued to brawl toe to toe, each shot that Jen connected with caused Mom’s legs to quake more intensely than the last, until, once again, every punch that Jen nailed her with had Mom’s knees buckling and her muscular legs shaking from her thighs to her ankles.
Then, after only a couple more punches exchanged, Jen connected solidly with a right hook to the cheek that sent a violent shockwave ripping through Mom’s entire body and sent her reeling backwards from the impact.
Ever the opportunist, Jen once again didn’t squander her advantage and she came at Mom with a furious left-right combo to the head.
Mom’s head snapped from side to side as Jen’s fists slammed into her cheek and jaw sending her stumbling further backwards again as blood sprayed into the air.
Jen came at Mom like a tornado now and absolutely lit her the fuck up.
Mom looked like a fucking deer in headlights now, her arms out to her sides desperately trying to steady herself, her big ass sticking way out behind her as she lent forward awkwardly trying to balance herself while Jen just beat her across the yard.
Jen didn’t let up for a second as she continued to throw brutal lefts and rights to Mom’s body and head, backing her up and backing her up.
With Mom reeling now, Jen sprung forward and pivoted into a right hook that smashed into Mom’s cheek so hard that it actually spun her around 180 degrees so that she now had her back turned to her wiry rival.
Now with Mom turned completely around, Jen rained a barrage of punched and elbows down into her back, kidneys, shoulders, and head as Mom just ducked and desperately tried to cover up.
All of a suddenly then, Jen stopped swinging and reached out, grabbing two big handfuls of Mom’s long black hair and wrenching her backwards and upwards as viciously as possible.
“ARRRRRRRRRRGH!” Mom screamed so loud as Jen violently tore at her scalp that her cry echoed throughout the whole street.
In a flash then, Jen released Mom’s hair, wrapped her arm around Mom's throat and lent backwards, choking her so hard that Mom was actually up off the ground, the tippy toes of her sneakers just barely brushing against the blades of grass as she hung there.
A sickening gurgled gagging burst forth from Mom’s mouth as she desperately flailed her arms in a wild panic.
Within seconds though, Mom’s struggling started to weaken as her face turned purple, her eyes bulged out of her head, and the veins in her temples popped and swelled like they were about to explode as blood continued to pour from her mouth, nostrils, and split eyebrow.
“NOOOO! MOM! NOOOO!” My brother and I screamed as Mom’s flailing reduced to nothing more than an occasional pathetic looking slap at Jen’s forearm, the rest of her body limp like a noddle, her face frozen like a statue.
“Yeah mom! Fucking choke the bitch! She’s fucking finished!” Josh was cheering.
After only a couple more seconds, Mom’s struggling stopped completely and her arms fell limply to her sides as well.
“Mom…” I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes as it looked as though Mom was just about to pass out in Jen’s arms.
In that moment though, out of nowhere, Mom’s right hand suddenly sprung to life, reached back and viciously sunk its nails deep into the tender flesh of Jen’s pussy.
“ARRRRROOOHHHH!” Jen screeched in agony as Mom locked in the most brutal cxnt claw I’ve ever seen in my life.
“OH! FUCKING DIRTY!”..."CHEAP MOVE!" A few of the neighbours yelled in disapproval as Mom continued to scratch and claw as hard and as deep as she could into Jen’s cxnt.
Out of sheer survival instinct, Jen immediately let go of her chokehold and recoiled, both of her hands dropping and clutching herself between the legs as she backed away a few steps to a safe distance.
Now free from Jen’s choke, Mom’s feet hit the ground and she dropped to her hands and knees. She was only down for a second though before she threw her head back, flicking all of her long black hair out of her face. In that moment I saw that look in Mom’s eyes again, that sheer fury and vengeance building and burning as she clenched her teeth in a rage before shooting back up to her feet and spinning around, all in one swift motion.
“BITCH!” Mom roared as she lunged forward and hauled off with a vicious haymaker right that flew through the air and smashed into Jen’s cheek with a sickening crack.
“OOOOHHHH!” The neighbours exploded in unison at the terrifying sight of the violent blow as Jen’s head snapped to the side and a mist-like spray of blood and saliva erupted from her lips.
“YES!” My brother cried in joy at the sight of it, punching the air as he did.
Mom immediately pressed her advantage and ripped a brutal left uppercut deep into Jen’s ribcage.
Jen winced and her face contorted in agony as, for the first time since the start of the fight, she actually took a backwards step, recoiling from the sheer force of the impact.
“YOU’RE DONE FOR!” Mom yelled as she unloaded with a straight right to the face that sent Jen stumbling backwards, then a straight left to the face, a right rip to the gut, a left rip to the ribs, and a right cross to the face as she got Jen backing up and backing up.
“YEAH! GO MOM!” My brother cheered at the top of his lungs as Mom continued her relentless assault.
Jen just started trying to cover up now as Mom lit her up like a fucking Christmas tree with a wild flurry of lefts and rights to the body and head.
“YOU’RE MINE! YOU’RE MINE BITCH! YOU’RE FUCKING MINE!” Mom roared triumphantly as she surged forward rapidly swinging at her wiry rival like a fucking hurricane of fists.
Mom was on a roll now, backing the bitch up and backing her up further and further, all the way to the fence line.
Jen slammed into the waist-high picket fence as she desperately tried to cover up, but Mom didn’t let up for a second. She stayed toe to toe with Jen, not giving her an inch to breathe, just unleashing a barrage of body and head shots to her cornered opponent.
“YES! GO MOM! GO MOOOOM!” My brother cheered as Mom continued to beat on Jen against the fence.
With Jen cornered and totally on the defensive now, Mom was right up in close unloading on her with lefts and rights, but at that range she just couldn’t wind up enough for a big hit in close like that, especially with Jen’s guard as tight as it was now.
Realising this, Mom shoved Jen hard into the fence and hopped backwards to wind up for a knockout, adopting a textbook boxing stance with her left leg forward so she could really step into a knockout right.
Mom was only back out of range for a split second, then, with her fist cocked, she sprung forward to finish her.
"YES!" My brother cheered.
Mom pounced!
But right then, Jen pushed off the fence and swung the most terrific fucking kick you’ve ever seen straight up between Mom’s legs and absolutely nailed her right in the crotch.
For a split second, my 10 year old mind thought maybe Mom could absorb it and keep on coming, but she just stopped fucking dead in her tracks, doubled over with her mouth and eyes wide open in utter shock and agony, then she collapsed in a heap, wailing and crying on the ground.
My brother and I just stared in shock and disbelief. Neither of us moved, neither of us made a sound. We just stood there, staring at Mom crying and moaning as she writhed around on the ground.
“OWWWWWARRRRGGGHHHH!” Mom cried out, her face contorted in pain, her eyes shut tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as both her hands clutched at her wounded sex.
As Mom lay there wailing and crying face down on her knees in the dirt, the sheer shock and agony she was experiencing suddenly caused her bladder to loosen, releasing a heavy stream of warm liquid that gushed from between her legs, through her fingers, and down the backs of her thighs as she literally pissed herself right there on the lawn in front of everyone.
“Not so tough now bitch, huh?” Jen taunted as she stood over Mom looking down at her with utter distain.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Mom screamed in agony.
“Guess you’ve had enough then bitch?” Jen asked.
Mom didn't reply, but just kept on crying and wailing in pain.
“Can’t hear you skank. Have you fucking had enough?” Jen persisted as she adopted a combative stance as though threatening to throw a kick.
“YEEEEES!” Mom cried.
“Then say it bitch.” Jen insisted. “Say you’ve had enough.”
“I’VE HAD ENOUGH! I'VE FUCKING HAD ENOUGH!” Mom yelled.
“Well then fucking apologise and beg me to forgive you.” Jen replied.
“PLEASE! PLEEEEEASE! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! PLEASE!” Mom pleaded.
“Fuck you’re a pathetic whore.” Jen taunted. “All that big fucking talk, and now look at you, crying like a bitch in a pool of your own piss in front of everyone.”
Mom just cried and wailed even harder as more tears streamed down her face.
“You better NEVER let me catch your fat ass around here again bitch!” Jen warned as she strode past Mom and back into her house, closing the door behind her.
Mom just remained there on the ground, crying and moaning in the dirt.
My brother and I just stared at our mother, still stunned by what we had just witnessed, not sure what to even say or do now, but both of us absolutely certain that we would never ever forget this day for the rest of our lives.
AFTERMATHMom immediately moved us to a different school after her fight with Jen, and we started shopping at places much further from our home and neighbourhood than we had before that. Mom has also never fought again after her brawl with Jen. She also refuses to even
discuss fighting any more after that, and she is also a lot more timid and less confident in herself too. To this day, 12 years later, I don't think she's ever gotten over what happened that day when she decided to start shit with Jen.
