Sally and Betty just spent the last hour soaking in the hot tub. Sally was letting all the immediate aches and pains and whatever, from her fight with Rachael, just melt away. The pain was still present as were the aches, but it helped start the recovery.
Her concern was not so much Phil, but her daughter Gwen who suspected something after her first fight. She could fool her once but this one no way.
Betty was watching her as if she could read her mind she knew what she was thinking.
“Dear, just fess up to her, you can’t hide it forever. You’d be surprise how much she might know already.”
Looking at her mother in law, “About Cat-Pin?”
“Good lord no, about catfights silly, she is old enough to know what they are, she had to have seen some in school. Don’t treat her like a child, she’s a woman just like you.”
“I don’t want her doing this.”
“You can’t stop her, she can make her own decisions now.”
Looking at Betty with a scowl of disagreement, but she knew she had to have that talk with her. It was like she was going to talk to her about the birds and bees again.
Standing up in the tub totally naked Betty reached out for Sally’s hand.
“Come dear, I think it’s time to show you something.”
Sally accepted the hand and both ladies still naked stepped out of the tub, they grabbed towels to dry themselves but only wrapped them around their waists. Sally didn’t want the fabric to rub against her still raw boobs and aggravate the pain more. Betty just did it anyway she was a free woman in her own house and did whatever the hell she wanted. She also didn’t want Sally to feel alone.
Both entered the house and she led Sally to her mini theater room. There she had the state of the art giant screen, the latest video gadgets and those theater chairs, which she and Sally sat down in.
“I want to show you something, you may be a little upset but watch it. This is important for you and your decision to be in the Cat-Pin.”
Grabbing her remote she pressed a few buttons and just as Sally reclined in her seat the video began. She immediately shot up when she saw her mother, Sandra, in a warm up suit, and on that suit was a Cat-Pin.
“What the hell?”
“Hush and watch dear.”
She didn’t recline again she sat at the edge of her seat eyes glued to the screen.
Her mother was pacing around in what looked like the basement storage area in what was their general store, she saw something that confirmed it. She also spotted a wrestling mat spread out covering the floor. As her mom paced another woman entered the scene and turn to the camera, it was Betty.
“OH NO DON’T TELL ME!”
Betty didn’t say a thing.
Betty was also wearing a warm up suit also with a Cat-pin attached.
Both ladies were eyeing each other from across the mat and almost in sync they removed their warm ups.
Her mother was wearing a very non descript bikini bottom and equally drab top. Betty also wore a rather bland bikini and top mix as well. Nothing fancy just the stuff women would probably wear to a fight, right?
Judging from what she was seeing Sally knew this happened about the same time as their wedding, The hair on both ladies was the same at their wedding.
“When did this happen?”
Again silence from Betty.
Both ladies were intently eyeing each other and the voice holding the camera was unmistakably her Father-in-Law.
“Ladies we need your bio please.”
“Betty 45, 5’5” 150, 38D, oh and brown hair.”
“Thank you. Next.”
“Sandra, 44, 5’6, 145, 36C, dirty blonde.”
“Ladies what are we going to see?”
Sandra beat Betty to the answer, “A catfight!”
“Is that correct Betty?”
“Yes it is honey.”
“Ok ladies when ever you are ready, fight!”
Sandra quickly turned and slaped Betty in the face which stunned her enough to allow Sandra to grab her hair and yank her head into a headlock. As she was pulling Betty’s head into her side trying to twist and suffocate her so she could drive her to the floor, Betty braced herself with one hand above Sandra’s knee the other resting around her waist. Her legs were braced for Sandra’s attempt to drive her to the floor.
She was just trying to steady herself, once she felt confident she sent a punch into Sandra’s kidney. It hurt Sandra, she let out a squeal, but still held Betty’s head tight. With her other fist she punched her in the lower gut, Sandra let out a gasp from it but still held Betty’s head. She launched another punch, this one hit Sandra in her pussy. Betty was free of the headlock. Sandra was now holding her crotch bent over from the pain.
Betty didn’t waste the opportunity, grabbing Sandra by the hair she got her into a similar headlock and started applying the same pressure she had been getting. Sandra just held on trying to get over the pain in her crotch, all she could do was be marched around the floor by Betty. That walking helped, and the moment she felt ready she also slammed her fist into Betty’s pussy. Betty let go of Sandra and fell to her knees on the mat holding her pussy in pain.
Sandra quickly scrambled away and took a few steps back to get her breath and ease some of the lingering pain out of her own pussy. She watched Betty slump down from the pain she took, it made Sandra smile seeing it.
Pacing on the opposite side of the mat, working out her pain as well. She wanted this fight badly it was written all over her face.
Slowly Betty stood up and walked in a circle on her side, the pain was easing. She was ready she stood and faced Sandra.
The two rushed each other and this time both of their hands were a blur with slaps to the others head, body and then went to the others hair. Once grabbed their pulling was relentless. They bent at the waist and were both looking at the floor. Sandra wanted to force Betty down. Betty wanted Sandra to taste the floor too. It was a stalemate.
A few spins and Sandra knew it wasn’t going to happen this way, she yanked up forcing Betty to rise as well. Both pressed into the other while pulling hair. Breast slammed into breast, thigh wrapped around the others leg. No sooner than that happens they went crashing to the floor.
Betty on top and Sandra taking the weight into her gut. She didn’t let go, and with a grunt Sandra started to roll Betty off her. Betty took the momentum of the roll and continued it rolling back on top. Sandra continued it and again was on top. Both ladies were not letting the other be in that dominant position. Wrapping their arms around the other combining both a bear hug and pulling hair from behind, and legs entwined, the rolling got harder. Fists were hitting backs and heads, it was a catball pure and simple.
Splotchs of hair could be seen on the mats as they let go of the others hair just to make a fist and punch. The sounds of fists to head or backs accompanied with the grunt of pain then back to that head and hair were heard. More pulling, more rolling, trying to leverage from the top some kind of move to break out of this.
The ladies rolled a few more times before they stopped. Betty had rolled Sandra into a wall and was pinning her against it. Sandra could not roll out of this and knew it. Letting go with one hand she slapped at Betty’s face. Betty recoiled from it but held her pin, letting go with her one hand she returned the favor and caused Sandra to bleed at her mouth.
Sandra knew she had to do something fast and did, she grabbed Betty’s boob which was still covered by her top and dug in with her nails. She knew the top would dampen the pain somewhat but she had to do something.
Betty squealed from it but also attacked Sandra’s with her own claw. She wasn’t going to let her get away with it. She worked her hand under the top and squeezed hard. Sandra squealed it hurt.
There was little movement, Sandra let go of Bettys covered breast and worked her hand under the top to really get a good hold of it. Betty now screamed from it and had to let go of Sandra to try and pull her hand out of there. It weakened her pin and Sandra kicked and rolled out from the wall.
She stopped on top of Betty who now had the one hand trapped under their weight, while still holding Sandra’ s hair with the other. Sandra’s one hand was still attached to Betty’s breast, still gouging away at it. Betty was squirming in pain from it and needed to do something fast.
Letting go of Sandra’s hair she balled her fist and sent it to her face. She got Sandra’s eye solid, it made her let go of Betty’s breast and hair and cover her eye.
Betty shoved and rolled her off then kicking her away and then crawled away from the wall and sat on the mat. She took off her top and started to examine her clawed breast. It was bleeding there were rake marks that were swelling up as well, she knew it would take a while to heal.
Sandra was trying to sooth the damage she received from that punch she knew she was going to have a black eye, all she wanted now was to be able to see clearly from it. Holding her eye while sitting, she was able to see Betty remove her top. She saw what her clawing did and started to smirk about it. She let go of her eye and reached behind and undid her top too. She looked down at her naked breasts only to see they too were covered with scratches, some bleeding as well. It could have been worse if she hadn’t had the top on. Then she realized they weren’t done and were now bare breasted.
Slowly both ladies rolled to their knees, it was coincidence they did at the same time and both saw it. Betty was slowly lifting herself up she hurt and was feeling it. Sandra was doing the same only she stopped as Betty rose to full standing and quickly rushed her tackling her. Betty could only latch on to Sandra’s hair with her hands and held it tight as they crashed. Sandra’s tackle made her drive her head into Betty’s boob, and both ladies felt it.
Betty was in pain but still held on and pulled hair, Sandra felt some rip as they did. She held on as well and from her position started to bend Betty, with her head pressing into Betty’s chest, lifting her by her thighs and rolling forward. Trying to “matchbook” her if she could. Betty just held on to Sandra’s hair, and wrapped her legs around Sandra’s waist and started scissoring. it countered Sandra’s move. From their positions, Sandra’s head was right at Betty’s breasts.
As Betty held, Sandra turned her head placed her mouth on one of Betty’s orbs and gave it a bite. Betty quickly slapped her head but doing so only made her bite harder. She couldn’t hit her without causing more pain to her breast as it was. All she could do was bear it as best she could. She saw Sandras swollen eye and grabbed her face with both hands and stuck her thumb into that eye. It did what she wanted.
Sandra gasped when Betty’s thumb poked her eye, and releasing her mouth from the nipple she had just latched her teeth on. Betty quickly punched her in the mouth and that erupted with a spray of blood. She socked her again and Sandra tried to reach out with her hand to claw at Betty’s face, but she was stopped with a third punch to the head which she saw stars. She rolled off and away from Betty holding her other eye now.
Betty was breathing hard she looked at her nipple that was chewed and saw some reddness. She touched it and winced from the pain and she felt a little stickiness from blood that had formed on it. She was in pain but her anger was overtaking it. She wasn’t going to let Sandra get away with what she did.
While Sandra was flat on her back holding her eyes, Betty got on her knees and crawled over, she held Sandra down with a forearm across her neck bent over and bit Sandra’s nipple just as hard as was done to her’s. She chewed it until she tasted that familiar taste of blood, then let go. Easing up on the arm that was choking Sandra, she moved to straddle her which got no resistance. Sandra was crying, Betty pulled Sandras hands from her face and pined them to the side.
Looking into her puffy eyes, “You give?”
Sandra shook her head.
Letting go of her pinned hands Betty sat up on Sandras chest. It was a flash, Sandra let out s shriek and went silent. Betty had landed one of the hardest fists she ever did into the side of Sandra’s head. Sandra screamed and went silent. She was knocked out. Betty made sure by raising one of Sandra’s arm only to have it crash to the floor. Betty knew she was done.
Slowly getting off her and to her knees. Betty began to cry. Finally on her feet she looked at her husband who was recording their fight, reached down picked up what was Sandra’s top and waved it to the camera. She turned to go to her corner of the mat and sat down hard in the chair.
The filming stopped.
Fight lasted all of 5 minutes.
Sally’s jaw was wide open and she looked at Betty.
“You didn’t know that your mother was in the Cat-pin. I didn’t either until a few weeks before you two got married. We both went to different colleges so how would we?”
“But?”
“I found out one day when I was over your mother’s and was in the bedroom with her, she was fishing something out of her jewelry box and I saw it. I didn’t say anything, not wanting to throw a wrench into the wedding.”
Sally was listening intently.
“So she found out a week before the wedding when I accidentally left my jewelry box open and she saw mine. I knew she saw it and looked at me and I told her I saw hers.”
Sally was now rocking her crossed leg.
“She asked if I was looking for a fight and I told her yes but not until after the wedding. She was ok with that and we arranged for that Monday after while you two were off on your Honeymoon.”
“Did you two have problems with each other that I didn’t know about, that was a vicious fight and looked like you did.”
“Considering we both were in the same class in high school, we never so as much argued or had any problems with each other. I never knew or had heard of her getting into any fights while we were there. Something happened to her when she went off to college. That had to have done it.”
“But all the time we were growing up here not once did you wear your pins out?”
“Why should have we? It’s a small town remember?”
“Oh I get it, being so small how on earth would either of you know. But it was a vicious fight, you two never so much raised your voices at each other before we were married.”
“Honey, I looked back to it being the old saying that in-laws never get along, specifically, the moms hate that their children are leaving the house to live with “HER” child. I don’t want to let them go kind of thing. Trust me I wasn’t, your mom was. You saw how she came at me?”
“Yeah I did, it was nasty from the start.”
“And you know why your mom sold the business?”
“She wanted to retire but I can guess there is only room for one Cat-pin in town right?”
“Well she didn’t know about Veronica, neither did I, but yeah that’s how she took it and being the loser made the decision for her. I was fine with her staying but she wanted to leave.”
'Were you worried that you two might fight again and the whole town find out?”
“Kind of but that wasn’t main reason.”
Sally relaxed when she heard that.
“I also got to tell you something else that I know, you only know part of it.”
Sally looked puzzled. “What don’t I know?”
“You know your father split from your mom right?”
“Yeah, pretty much like your husband did, after the business was sold, moved to another state. They got divorced and I only hear from him at holidays.”
“There was more to it and your mother never told you. I shouldn’t but she can’t do anything about me telling you now, you need to know. I know you two talk and she has been down here many times to visit, but promise me never let her know I told you what I’m about to.”
“Oh I always wondered why she didn’t want to get together with you on those visits? I won’t tell her a thing.”
“First off let me say your mother likes fighting, she did the Cat-Pin in college, and had many fights before meeting your father. Being a regional officer I can look up this stuff. Anyway your father wanted no part in this, he wasn’t at that fight, and you know Ralph was there filming it. When the fight was over, Ralph took your mom home…”The long way.”
Sally’s eyes widened.
“Yes he did.”
“This is getting crazy Betty but I want to know.”
“Well your father didn’t care because he was done with your mother, and Ralph was done with me. It was lop sided because your father just ran off somewhere, Ralph ran off with your mother. I was stuck here by myself.”
“Why hadn’t she told me he ran off with her?”
“Because it was short lived. He was in it for the catfights, she had more than I when we tangled and though she lost he got her to fight again. She did, she had a good record, but lost in another vicious fight and he ran off with that woman. Don’t ask I don’t know why and i don’t give a fuck.”
Sally was all mixed up now and it showed on her face what they fuck did her father-in-law do? She was more confused as to why her mother kept it secret from her and Betty was right it’s none of her business.
“Honey, I’m just telling you that your mother had been a fighter before you were born, after you were born and to this day she has kept at it more than me. It’s just something to think about when you talk to Gwen.”
Looking at Betty, “Wow thats more than I can deal with for now. I’m going to head home and just prepare myself for Gwen.”
“Honey I know she will be ok with it trust me, Phil on the other hand would have been a total jerk had he known about me at her age. It’s that guy thing you know.”
“Yeah you’re right.”
Five minutes later she was home, and went straight to her bedroom and drew another bath to soak in. She had to think.
After hearing all the sorid details of her mom’s involvement in the catfight scene and the Cat-Pin Sorority on top of her mother in law and now herself, yes she needed to come clean to Gwen. She needs to know as soon as possible. She shouldn’t hide it from her like her mom did to her.
