[Tomas]

     Let me be right up front.  This is not a long and exciting story.  It is something that really happened and fueled my imagination for a lifetime.  Way back when I was in my teens.  Had been doing some light weight lifting with the guy next door.  We were outside, not working with anything extreme.  just doing reps and trying to be cool.  We were working with a mere 65 pounds.  Goal was lots of reps, and hey, we were teenagers.

     Our mothers had been out in the backyard visiting.  We were paying them little attention.  mostly absorbed in ourselves.  When we took a break Gary and I were a bit surprised when our mothers decide to give it a try.  I think we were both taken aback by this.  Was almost like our mothers were out to make a point.  Now maybe I was reading too much into this, but at least in my mind I thought there was a challenge being laid down.

     A little about mom and the neighbor.  Mom, (Alix) was at that time 5'6" and about 125.  The neighbor, Barbara, was a bit shorter, though a bit heavier.  Guessing 5'4" and around 130.  Barbara appeared a bit bigger thru the shoulders and chest.  Mom was about equal with Barbara thru the hips and legs.  Mom was small chested, was clear to anyone Barbara had the bigger breasts.  Not that Barbara was big chested, more a matter of mom had small breasts.  From having helped with the laundry I knew mom wore two sized of bras.  32A, or 34AA

     My mother went first.  She bent over and grasped the weight bar.  I watched her strain a bit as she straightened, bringing the weight to her hips.  With great effort mom brought the barbell to her shoulders.  Taking a short break, mom tried to lift the barbell over her head.  I could see her arms shaking, I yelled encouragement, but mom could not finish the lift and dropped the weights to the ground.

     Barbara looked confident as she stepped in front of the barbell.  I suspect Barbara felt she could do no worse than to end up dropping the weights.  Grasping the barbell Barbara stood up.  To me it looked like she had not struggled as mom had.  Barbara then brought the barbell to her shoulders.  Gary was urging his mom on.  Barbara proceeded to lift the barbell over her head.  She even repeated the lift a couple more times before setting the weight down.  Gary was yelling alright mom!!!

     I felt my face flush.  Not entirely of embarrassment.  I was in fact totally impressed with the neighbor.  My mind was already in full fantasy mode.  I knew it was unlikely, but I was envisioning Barbara pinning my mom down and making her surrender. 

     Barbara could not resist making a comment.  "Wow Alix, I did not expect that, I had no idea I was that much stronger than you"

     Sorry, there was never a real fight between them.  Though in my mind there were many.  For me, it was incredible to have seen my mother in a weight lifting competition with the neighbor.  I already had female wrestling and catfight  fantasies.  Now AI had something concrete to base some of them on.

     I had one other event involving my mother that happened prior to this.  Again, it was real.  Pretty much just Mom and a friend, (Ruth) being silly.  I will say that was the primary thing that got me hooked on female wrestling and catfighting.  I will post that story later. 

     That also hooked me on being focused on mom fighting other women.  I also have a couple ex wives I like to envision fighting, along with a GF from my late teens/early twenties who was physically very strong for her size.

     

[Tomas]

     This, while not a fight in anger was something I have never forgotten.  In particular I always felt this what started my interest in women fighting.  This is a true story.

     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 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.  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 Alix.  (mom's name)  Mom was getting a little carried away, 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 OK 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.

[footfight]

Wow-brings back memories of my mom from long ago.Let's you and me chat about this some more.
Tony

[Tomas]

     In my late teens and early twenties I dated a girl I would have loved to see get into it with mom.  There was always a certain low level tension between them.  Marsha was only 5'1", but was quite strong for her age.  She weighed a bit over 130 and had a very curvy body.  Nice ass and a great pair of tits.  She was a natural D cup.  In fact, it was the size of Marsha's chest that caused some of the tension between her and mom.  Mom was quite small breasted.  I had known for a few years that mom was envious of others due to their breast size.

     Marsha had commented more than once that she did not appreciate mom's attitude towards her.  She also flat out said, "Your mother needs to back off, she may be taller than me, but I know I can take her."  I was quite sure Marsha would whip mom.  I watched Marsha in a brief fight with a girl.  They were both about 20.  Marsha totally dominated this girl, (Jane).  Jane was about 3 inches taller, but her height advantage did not help her.  Marsha grabbed her and threw her around like a rag doll.  Yeah, Marsha was tough, and I did not doubt she would take mom.

     Marsha also made the comment that her own mother had heard enough about mom's attitude and may well confront my mother next time they talk.  Marsha made it clear she believed her mother would take mine if things got physical.