[sinclairfan]

Although Taylor's mom was one in a multi-generational line of wealth and status, the opposite was true of Jordyn's mom Brittany.  Brittany was the product of a nasty mid-1980s divorce as she was finishing high school, and she and her mom had downsized to a rough Tallahasse, FL neighborhood right as Brittany's high school graduation was concluding.  The rental property Brittany had moved into was on a slight hill and was the neighborhood teen hangout spot for girls' touch football.  To Brittany's amazement, the girls' makeshift team uniforms were shirts vs skins, the skins team incredibly playing topless. 

When play would get ragged, or the "touch" part of touch football escalated to a push or a shove, and 2 girls took exception to each others' rough play -- or, just plain didn't like each other -- topless catfights would erupt on the slanted gridiron. Brittany would thrill to the sight of college-aged coeds slugging it out tooth and claw, foot and fists, half nude, battling like Roman gladiatrixes. 

It made her masturbate in her bed at night.

Before long, as a neighborhood newcomer, neighborhood bullies decided to test Brittany's topless catfighting prowess.  She knew it was inevitable that one of her fights would go the distance in front of her new female peers.  She thrilled at the flesh on flesh sensation of her enemy's exposed breasts pressing on her own, as fists found nose, mouth, and chin.

The sensory overload was primal, like cavewomen fighting over a days' hunting scraps.

Today, she had witnessed her own daughter Jordyn fighting a horrid upper class bully, Taylor, using similar tactics.

Brittany swelled in pride at Jordyn's toughness.

Jordyn had all the strength of an upper class upbringing, yet none of the softness.

Today was already totally worth it.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

All 5 women were by now exhausted from a Sunday afternoon of catfighting.  And Jordyn had a long, busy week ahead of her.  It was prom week.  And she had to get ready for her Friday night of pictures, dancing, after-partying, and fucking of Taylor's boyfriend.

What was the point of Jordyn driving to Taylor's house, confronting her over their shared man, and catfighting her in her own living room if she didn't have the energy to claim the spoils?

What was the point of riding Taylor's face if she couldn't ride Taylor's boyfriend's face in 5 days?

Katara walked over to the power-MILF catball on the other side of the living room and whispered in Brittany's ear, "Jordyn got everything she came here for.  Get her home and cleaned up.  And ready for Friday."

Brittany reluctantly released her scissor hold on Taylor's Mom.  The bitch wasn't beat yet.

The next time she fought the bitch, she'd have to start from scratch hurting the cxnt.

Both women knew there would be a next time.

But not this week.

This was Prom Week on the Gold Coast.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Both Taylor and Jordyn were anxious to get HER OWN side of the Sunday afternoon brawls to Franklin.  But neither wanted to appear being a try hard.

Part of being in Generation Z (Taylor and Jordyn were born in 2003) was to let your image speak for itself, but to feign forgetfulness about your accomplishments, so numerous and difficult to keep track of were they.

So, Taylor was proud that she had stood up to Jealous Jordyn showing up to her house unannounced to fight (in effect, to jump her), and needing to enlist Katara to "finish the job".

But she didn't dare brag about it to Franklin.

And Jordyn was proud of stealing Franklin from Taylor, 'borrowing' him for the upcoming prom, unknowingly (until Sunday) following in the footsteps of her mom Brittany, who had 'borrowed' Taylor's dad from Taylor's bitchy mom.

Jordyn was itching to 'consummate' her borrowing of Franklin this upcoming Friday night and Saturday morning.  They'd fuck at the after-party.

Jordyn could hardly wait.

But she wasn't going to brag about it to Franklin.

So both teens were blase in texting to Franklin that week.


F> What up, Taylor?  U still cool with me going Jordyn's prom Friday?

T> That corny square?  Pfft.  U gonna pin a corsage on her?

F> lol.  U think she's a bookworm?  Aren't u the Ivy Leaguer?

T> Hafta be well-rounded for the Ivy's.  And have recommendations.  Dweeb.

F> I hope her tits are well-rounded.

T> Eww, gross.  Mine are better than hers.

F> U seen hers??

T> No comment.

***********************

F> Looking forward to Friday, J.

J> Me too, F.  I take it we're on a first letter basis?  lol

F>  Appears so.  That ok?

J>  Yes.  My dad used to say 'call me  anyhing but lare for dinner'.  Too corny?

F>  Ok, so this is weird.  Taylor called you corny about an hour ago.

J>  U WERE WITH HER?

F>  No, no.  Text.  Y - everything ok between u2?

J> Sorry.  Didn't mean to be jell-y.  She just gets under my skin.  Grrr.

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All week, Taylor and Jordyn mastutbated themselves to sleep, saying the sallme thing to themselves.

Taylor:  I hate that bitch.
Jordyn:  I hate that bitch.

To be conitinued......

[sinclairfan]

While Taylor and Taylor's mom sustained an icy silence between them that week, neither knowing how to bring up the long-time-coming thrashing Katara had laid on Taylor (Taylor couldn't help but wonder if this was the real reason Katara had recently been hired as her mom's assistant), Brittany and Jordyn, by contrast, had an awkward but open discussion of the events of Sunday afternoon.

B:  I'm proud of you standing up to that bitch Taylor.

J:  Thanks.  And thanks for not interfering in the fight.  Most mom's wouldn't have done that.

B:  Thanks.  I'm proud of that too--that you're so good at fighting.  I had no idea.  I wanted to protect you from fighting ... to protect you from what I did and saw when I grew up in Tallahassee.

J:  You got into chickfights.

B:  Yes.  Lots.  I didn't bring it up, because I didn't want to encourage it.  I guess you learned on your own.  I didn't know.

J:  No one actually taught me.  Just picked it up by watching, I guess.  I felt like it came naturally, once I was in actual fights.  Something just .... kicks in.  Or at least with certain .... types of .... bitches.

B:  Like Jordyn. 

J:  The funny thing is .... I didn't go over there to fight her.  I assumed her parents would be home. 

B:  I'm not saying you're lying .... but .... women's intuition can make your body do funny things.  I think uou sensed she was alone.  A type of e.s.p.

J:  Like .... when you slept with Taylor's dad?  You sensed he had a bitch wifey?

B:  Cute.  Wifey.  Be careful how you use that word, Jordyn.  Someday YOU'LL be the wifey.

J:  Maybe.  But anyone I catch flirting with him will get my boot up her ass.

B:  I'm very proud of you.

J:  I know.  And you set a good example.

*******************
Jordyn and Brittany went to their own bedrooms, closed the door, and masturbated with vibrators.

To be continued......

[sinclairfan]

That Friday, Franklin stood up Jordyn at her prom.  The reason he gave was that he had heard about the catfight between Jordyn and Taylor, and had heard (correctly....sort of) that Jordyn had initiated the trouble by driving to Taylor's house, uninvited, with Taylor home alone.

> Of course a catfight happened, Jordyn.  WTF did you expect?!?

> But, Franklin .... No! No!  TAYLOR started the fight.   SHE wanted to fight ME.

> Jordyn ... 2 girls that look like you?  Dating the same person?  You're smarter than THAT.  We both know it.

> Franklin???  What do you want???  I'll apologize to Taylor!  I'll do ANYTHING.  Don't stand me up!  Please?!

> I'm sorry, Jordyn.  It's over.  Have fun in college.  Have a nice life.

***************************
In Sepember 2022, Jordyn's mom Brittany found out that Franklin's breakup excuse was a lie.

Katara and Taylor's Mom felt so bad at letting Katara and Jordyn beat up Taylor at Sunday's brawl that Katara and Taylor's Mom had done something devious Thursday afternoon before Prom.

They got in a Mercedes, naked except for boots and a fur coat each, and drove to Franklin's baseball practice.

They offered him a ride.

Franklin accepted.  He had a crush on Taylor's Mom.

Taylor's Mom looked damn fine in the fur coat.

They didn't take Franklin home.

They took Franklin to Taylor's Mom's empty work spa.

They brought him to the massage room.

Franklin lay on his back.

Katara rubbed her tits on Franklin's face, inviting him to suck, or, if he wanted, to bite.

Franklin wanted to do both.

Taylor's Mom sucked Franklin's cock and balls as this was happening.

He came on her face.  She let him see how her face looked with his cum.

Then Taylor's Mom and Katara switched positions, and made Franklin cum sgain.

Then they made him call Jordyn.

They listened to him break up with Jordyn.

"Goid boy, Franklin."  They masturbated each other with Franklin watching.
***************************
Brittany found out about the illicit 3some in September 2022.

From Taylor's Dad.

When he was hiding out from Hurricane Ian in Brittany's bed.
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Brittany called Jordyn at UCF, telling her the REAL reason Franklin dumped Jordyn.

> Thank you, Mom.  But....

> Yes, baby?

> Can you kick the shit out of Taylor's Mom?

> For u, sweetie?  Yes.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Taylor's childhood home had taken on water during Hurricane Ian, which in central Florida is an issue which must be tackled immediately, less black mold get a foothold and make the residence's air unbreathable for decades.  Taylor's parents were of such status in Gulf Coast circles that they were able to secure a contractor (no doubt one whose skills were in desperate demand in badly-damaged Fort Myers), but they needed to vacate their home for three months while work proceeded.

Since Taylor's Dad was fucking Jordyn's Mom Brittany, he logically stayed with her--half his clothes, and all his toiletries, were in Brittany's bedroom anyways?

But where would Taylor's Mom stay?

Brittany reluctantly allowed Taylor's Mom to stay in Jordyn's room.  On humantarian grounds.  Because of the hurricane.

> Won't she and I always be bickering? .... or worse?  Brittany had protested to Taylor's Dad. 

> Don't worry.   She works 120 hours a week.  That's why she and I fell out of love.

Against her better judgment, Brittany allowed a bitch she had once catfought with for an entire Sunday afternoon into her house.  And into her daughter's bedroom.

Taylor's Mom hated every minute in Jordyn's bed.  It was humiliating being at the mercy of the woman who had stolen her husband.  Accepting lodging and board from her.  Eating the meals Brittany prepared.  Peeing in a toilet Brittany cleaned.

Brittany cooked and cleaned.  Was that why her husband loved her?

Or was it because Brittany fucked better than Taylor's Mom?  Taylor's Mom could here her husband and Brittany fucking every night.  She couldn't sleep.  At first she tried to masturbate to the sound of it.  But she found it to be a turnoff.

So she went thru Jordyn's drawers.  Jordyn was away at the University of Florida.  Taylor's Mom found Jordyn's Facebook Messanger id and password.

She logged into Jordyn's account and found her emails.  Not too many--mostly between Jordyn and Brittany.  All with Jordyn begging Brittany to kick the shit out ot Taylor's Mom.

> Those bitches, thought Taylor's Mom to herself. 

The next morning, Taylor's Mom confronted Brittany with what she had learned about Jordyn.  Both women were in bathrobes and hadn't had their morning coffee yet  so they were crabby as fuck.

> I heard a rumor your little brat daughter wants you to kick my ass.

> [Holy shit, how does she know that?]  I'm pretty sure half of Florida wants me to kick you ass, dearie.  What's your point?

> Well?  Why haven't you done it.?

> [The women stand up and are nose to nose.]  You know damn well why, honey.  I'm trying to make things work with your soon-to-be-ex.  And he asked me to keep the peace.

> You do everything he tells you to, coward?

> Where his career is involved, yes.  Having said that, if you're so brave, darlin', you're free to take the first swing.

> [Is this really gonna happen??  Right here??  Right now??]  I need a place to live.  While my house gets worked on.  But once I'm ouuta here, your ass is grass, Brittany.

The two women brought their coffee to their bedrooms and masturbated their brains out.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Anytime Taylor's Mom and Brittany were alone together at Brittany's house, the two MILFs would stand up and get nose to nose with each other.  They would bicker bitterly, searching for each others' weak spots, and hurl insults and threats back and forth.  Their mouths would almost touch during these stadoffs, and Brittany wondered if Taylor's Mom would kiss Brittany.

Taylor's Mom was reminded of growing up in 1990s Alpharetta, Georgia, and well to do cul de sac was other ambitious, attractive girls her age.  Confronting them, or being confronted, over boys or over school gossip (the latter, to her surprise, being more toxic and contentious than the former).  The verbal confrontation seldom leading to actual violence.  But then Taylor's Mom, aroused to near ecstatic heights at calling her rival a "bitch" or a "cxnt" or a "slut", quickly retreating to her bedroom, pulling down her pants and her soaked underwear, and masturbating herself to orgasm. 

Orgasms she seldom achieved in actual sex with boys.  She found little sexy at the feeling of a disappointing small and partially stiff cock moving around aimlessly outside the edge of her pussy.  Boys always needed to be told how to do it right.

Orgasm only came from her own hands and fingers, pleasuring herself to a face to face argument with a bitch.

(Vibrators would come in college, at Vanderbilt.  But those were almost TOO effective, causing Taylor's Mom to writhe uncontrollably.  Losing control was not the preference of Taylor's Mom.  Her boyfriends, and eventual husband, called her a control freak.)

When Taylor's Mom had Taylor and started taking her to the playground, she would find other stressed out Mom's and get in their face, if privacy allowed, and engage in nose to nose arguments.

Then go home and masturbate.

Taylor's Mom was surpised one day when a pretty, young playground Mom, right in the middle of bitching out Taylor's Mom, starting fingering the outside of her jeans right at her crotch.  Taylor's Mom was tempted to do the same, but found it degrading.  She waited until she was safely home to begin touching herself.

Now today, as Taylor's Mom and Brittany's faces were so close that their breath was being swapped into each others' mouths, Brittany was fingering herself at her waistline. 

> Are you going to cum in front of me, slut?

> If I do, it will be from how hot your husband makes me, bitch.

> He's not here right now, sweetie.  I am.

> Then I'm going back to bed, where the smell of his cum and sweat from this morning will make me orgasm, hun.

Taylor's Mom retreated to Jordyn's bed.  She began fingering herself, but the sound of Brittany orgasming down the hall made her feel empty. .... incomplete.

Taylor's Mom walked down the hall and opened Brittany's bedroom door.  Brittany was bottomless ..
 and startled, but then stared back at Taylor's mom challengingly.  Then she patted the bed, inviting Taylor's Mom to sit next to her. 

Taylor sar, and the two women got nose to nose again.

> Brittany, when you startdd fucking my husband, did you know I was his wife?

> Not at first.  But I did some internet stalking, and found you.

> And?

> And .... I hoped we would catfight.

> And then .... when we finally did??

> Thanks to our daughters?

> Well, yes, thanks to them.

> It was a vicious fight.  Like I knew it would be.  [Brittany's lips sre now touching Taylor's Mom's.]

> Their fight?  Or ours?

> Well, I give the edge .... even tho WE're older, to you and me.

> Because?

> Because their fight had a winner .... my daughter .... but OURS didn't.

[Brittany reaches down under Taylor's Mom's pussy and brings her to orgasm.]

The two women kiss.  No tongue at first, then deeply tonguing.

> I hate you, bitch.

> I hate you more.

> Prove it.

> How?

> By kicking the shit out of me someday, hun.

> Someday, sweetie.  Someday.  I promise.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

Taylor's Mom continued snooping in Jordyn Messanger App, obsessed with one question:  when Jordyn drove to Taylor's house last spring on that fateful Sunday afternoon, had her intentions been genuinely peaceful?  Or was she seeking a catfight?

Taylor's Mom thought back to weekend and summer nights in 1990s Alpharetta, "cruising" for girls she either had a beef with, or who were known to be in a posse of another girl with a beef.  Sometimes the best fights weren't between the two original girls with the squabble, but between their best friends.

Sometimes the girls' cats would pull up to Winn-Dixie or Circle K.  The girl would pile out of the cars, eyes peeled for cops.  Fights wouldn't break out if a cop car was near.  The two enemy girls would just go nose to nose, sometimes no speaking a word.  Taylor's Mom loved confrontations like this--they got her hornier than a porn star.  She'd have to masturbate when she got home from a confrontation like this.  Or sometimes, in the car on the way back home, if she was alone in the back seat.  She liked furtively masturbating in the backseat of a car of drunk girls.

1990s Alpharetta had a lot of drinking.  Sometimes the most laid back good girls would get aggressive on vodka or tequila.  You could bait them into a nose to nose standoff. 

Did Jordyn get horny like that when she thought about confronting Taylor.  She seemed to imply she did in her texts to Franklin.

Or was Taylor's Mom just imaging that?

Why not call Jordyn directly and just ask her?

Did you masturbate before getting in your Jeep to bait my daughter into a vicious catfight?  Just curious.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

Taylor's Mom tossed and turned all night, craving to text or talk with Jordyn about her memories and feelings of how she arranged her catfight with Taylor.  How she "made it happen". 

She considered "cold texting" Jordyn, who was 2 hours away in Gainesville.  But she feared getting blocked, which would cut off all future communication.

The next morning, both MILFs in pre-coffee bathrobes, Taylor's Mom got nose to nose with Brittany.

> Good moning, bitch.

> Good morning yourself, hag.  You look like you slept like hell.

> I actually did, Brit.  Had something on my mind.  Or someONE.

> Oh?  Who might that be?  [Brit expected Taylor's Mom to say Brit, or possibly Taylor's Dad.  Some more ribbing about the in-progress separation, leading to arousal and masturbation.]

> Jordyn.  I've been thinking about Jordyn.

> [Brittany is taken a bit aback.]  Excuse me??  WHAT .... about her could you possibly be wondering??

> I was wondering if you could ask her if I could call her.

> [Brittany's demeanor gets serious.]  Ok, time out.  Fucking seriously, time out.  We should have come up with a safe word, cuz, I swear to fucking God, I'm calling our safe word here.  YOU . .  DO .... NOT .... under and circumstances .... contact Jordyn.  Understand??

> Brittany, is it just me .... or did yiu and I watch her .... and MY daughter, I might add.    .... fight nude??

> [Brittany gets in Taylor's Mom's face.  The two are nose to nose.]  We did.  AND IT'S OVER.  You... [pokes her finger in Taylor's Mom's tits] ...  are NOT to talk with her.  EVER.  Got it.

> Or what?

> Or the self-control I've been showing is over.  OVER.  GOT IT?

> Bitch.  [shoves Brittany away]

Taylor's Mom and Brittany retreat to their beds and masturbate, each forgetting their morning coffee.

Taylor text Jordyn.

> It's Taylor's Mom.  You prolly heard by now .... I'm staying at your house.  Hurricane Ian.  Your bedroom, actually.

> Wtf?  No, I didn't hear.  Prove it.

> [That's odd Brittany didn't tell Jordyn by now.  Taylor's Mom sends a selfie of herself in Jordyn's bed.]  See?

> Well?  What's ur point?

> I thought it was sexy the way you challenged Taylor.  Did u know u and her would catfight?

> Yes.  I knew.  Well, u csn never know for sure.  But I wanted to fight.

> That makes me wet.  Hearing that.

> It makes me wet.  Telling u.

> Are you free the video chat?

> Not now.  Later.

> Ok.  Let's do this soon.

> Soon.

> Don't tell ur Mom.

> I won't.  U don't tell her either.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Taylor's Mom reflected on her argument with Brittany earlier this morning.   "Floozie," she had been called.  Where had she heard that word before? 

She remembered now.  In the 1990s, at a Saturday night Alpharetta sleepover, at 1:30am, the TV was still on--a black and white 1950s horror B-movie, 'Attack of the 50-foot woman.'  A 40-something, but still attractive brunette, was losing her husband to a young-20s nubile blonde.  To win him back, she took a scientific gtowth formula (hey, it was a B-movie), and the two rival women, as 50-foot giantesses, battled it out on the dusty desert streets.

Taylor's Mom, on that Alpharetta early Sunday morning, realized why she enjoyed her Circle-K nose-to-nose standoffs with rival bitches.  With all of Alpharetta circled around them to witness the confrontation, Taylor's Mom felt 50-feet tall.  She enjoyed the power .... the potential for power.  The power to hit, to scratch, another girl.  She might end up losing the fight .... but Taylor's Mom had the power to dish out a black eye, a fat lip, to tear out a tuft of hair.  She loved having that power, even if she rarely inflicted it.

Taylor's Mom reflected back on those Alpharetta sleepovers.  Such safety.  Safety from what, though?

Well, for one, safety from the .... constant evaluation at Alpharetta schools.  Evaluation on grades... AP Zoology, Honors English, Pre-Calculus.  Non-stop pressure to get high grades, to participate in clubs (or, for the boys, in sports).

And looks.  Always pressure to show your bustline, your legs, your hips.  Your clothes, and the best makeup.

Nice hair, dying it if necessary.

Alpharetta sleepovers provided a respite from all that.  If just for Saturday afternoon thru early Sunday.  She was never happier than at those sleepovers.

When the 2 50-foot women were fighting, all the other girls at the sleepover were sleeping.  Or pretending to be.

Taylor reached under her pajamas and masturbated to the movie fight.

She was pretty sure a couple other girls heard her cum.

To be continued...

[sinclairfan]

'The Attack of the 50 Foot Woman' ends, Taylor's Mom now recalled, with the 50-foot wife shot dead with a high-powered rifle, dropping her husband and killing him in the process.  The Sherriff's Deputy feels both of their pulses, and more in sadness than judgment, dolefully declares, 'Well, she finally got Harry to herself.' .....[Roll credits]

Taylor's Mom thought that a generation of women had internalized the lessons:
> Stand up for yourself, yes.  You'll stand as tall as a 50 foot woman.
> Resort to actual violence?  No; the ending will be tragically counterproductive for both you and your man.

But Taylor's and Jordyn's generation had rejected this message .... or, more likely, had never heard it in yhe first place.  They fought with claws and fists and nails, in private and in the open. 

Taylor's Mom had seen Taylor on Instagram and Snapshot, instigating catfights involving friends or herself even.

Taylor's Mom was turned on by the spectacle of it all.  Was Taylor turned on?  Taylor's Mom had never asked.

But now she could ... and would .... ask Jordyn.  Is being in a catfight a turnon?  Does starting one make you cum?

To be continued.....

[sidekick]

In love where this is going. The build up and confrontation is so hot. People think kissing and fighting don't go together. But when there is real fighting lust, there is nothing hotter.

[sinclairfan]

The next morning, Taylor's Mom rolled out of Jordyn's bed, put on her bath robe, and went into the kitchen to get her morning coffee.  She loved how her long, thick brunette hair looked first thing in the morning before showering.  She hoped it made Brittany jealous.  She hoped the two MILFs would have another nose to nose confrontation.

They did, but not in bathrobes this time.  Brittany was fully dressed, in jeans and a halter top.  Her dirty blonde hair was combed back and drying.

The two women approached and got in each others' face.  Taylor's Mom spoke first.

> Up and at 'em , bitch??  Why such a go-getter?  You normally have a lazy bruch.  [The two women's mouths accidentally touched.  Taylor's Mom felt herself moisten.]

> Publix is open regular hours again.  We need to restock, stupid cxnt.  I do MY OWN gorcery shopping.

> [Taylor's Mom was taken aback.  She was reminded that Katara had left as part of the household budget cutting when Taylor's Dad left yhe household.  Taylor's Mom was doubly stung.  She missed Katara's assistance.  But she missed Katara's companionship even more.  Taylor's Mom wished, before Katara left, dhe could have received an ass-kicking from Katara.  She always wondered that was like, but wanted it from someone she could trust.  She could think of no witty rejoinder to Brittany's insult, so to counter the awkward silence, she pushed forward and kissed Brittany.]

> I didn't say you could kiss me, bitch.

> Don't as act like you didn't want it, sweetie.

> In fact .... I didn't, hun.

> Liar.

> Bitch.

> Swing at me.

> Someday.

> Now.

> Don't boss me.  I'm leaving now.

Brittany left for the grocery store.

Taylor's Mom sat on the couch, opened her bathrobe, and masturbated.

She picked up her phone and called Jordyn.  Jordyn accepted a video call.

> Can you talk?

> Briefly.  I have a class.  Not that I didn't expect it, but why are you showing me your pussy?

> Because I just bickered with your Mom and masturbated.

> You should have called before you finished.  I coulda joined you.

> Would you have?

> Hell ya.

> Good to know.

To be continued......

[sinclairfan]

Since Taylor had stopped checking in from Princeton with Taylor's Mom, Taylor's Mom began tapping Jordyn about the state of post-pandemic academe, circa the 2022-23 academic year.

> Is hook-up culture still a thing?

> Less than you're probably thinking.

> Because of Covid?

> Because of a lot of things.  The administration doesn't condone it as much as it used to.  And there's way more girls than boys.  The boys know they can be picky.

> You're mature for your age, Jordyn.  Check that--you're mature for any age.  That's a compliment, by the way.

> ......

> You're being quiet.

> I'm fingering myself.

> Show me.

> ..... It's hard to show you and still see your face.

> Why do you want to see my face?

> I want to see what it looks like when you cum.

> In the case.... point it where you can see my face.  But .... help me cum.

> How?  I'll do anything.

> Tell me what it felt like .... knowing you wanted to fight Taylor.

> Let me think ..  let me think....

> Think .... but tell me the truth ...

> It was .... a lot of things ....

> But mostly???.....

> Well .... little bit of fear .... her athletic profile said she was 5'10" .... so I thought she had 3 inches on me .... plus, she was an athlete .....

> Did you .... almost reconsider?

> No ....  I needed to fight her .... and not just a fight .... an actual catfight .....

> You needed it ....  how?

> Needed it for my confidence .... and ....

> And? ...... [breathing heavily] ....

> And I needed it sexually.  To catfight Taylor.  I was masturbating to thoughts of fighting her constantly. 

> Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.......

> Now I know what you look like when you cum.

> Did you like it?

> Yes.  I want to see it more.

> You can.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

By Christmas Break 2022, Taylor's Mom's house had been repaired enough from Hurricane Ian for her to re-occupy it.  Which she did in early December.

Her husband, Taylor's Dad, did not reoccupy his own house.

He stayed at Jordyn's house.  He was fucking Brittany, Jordyn's mom.

Brittany and Taylor's dad waited for Taylor's mom to file for divorce.

And waited.

And waited.

For some reason, Taylor's mom wasn't filing for divorce.

Brittany had some theories about why a divorce filing wasn't happening.

> Taylor's dad's stock portfolio was way down in late 2022 from the bear market.  If a settlement was reached now, Taylor's mom's alimony would be smaller.

> The Taylors' household, though habitable, was severely damaged from Hurricane Ian.  It would receive a very low valuation from the Court upon settlement.

> Taylor's Mom did not want Taylor's Dad to wash his hands on the repairs to her residence.  She wanted him to have "skin in the game" for repairs:  finding contractors, getting zoning approvals, finding building materials.

> Taylor's Mom was interviewing for Board positions.  A high profile divorce would foul up the interviewing process.

So Brittany and Taylor's Dad fucked extramaritally.  Brittany was glad .... satisfied ..... fulfilled ...  the she had finally stolen Taylor's Dad from Taylor's Mom.

Brittany got off from that alone.  Her theft of a man.

Her theft of a man got her off.

And so did the fucking.  The fucking she got from Talor's Dad was the best of her life.  Better than her yiuthful fucking in her childhood neighborhoid of Tallahassee, from neighborhood boys who lusted after her as she dominated coed touch football games.

And had neighborhood catfights against girls her age in the cul de sac.

And passed on her catfighting jeans to her daughtor Jordyn.

Who had the balls to go to Taylor's house on a Sunday afternoon earlier in 2022, and challenge Taylor to a nude catfight.

Which Brittany got to watch.

She thought it was the best catfight she had ever seen.

Life was good.

What could go wrong?
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When Jordyn went on holiday break from UF-Gainesville, she had news for Brittany.

> I'll visit you for Christmas, Mom.  But I'm not staying with you at night.

> [Recognizing Jordyn must have a lover] Oooooo, who's the lucky boy??

> It's not a boy.  It's Taylor's Mom.  I'm fucking Taylor's Mom.

> But ..... what could you possibly have in common with her?

> We both hate Taylor.  We fuck to my telling her about my catfight with Taylor.  Why I did it.  How it felt before .... during .... after the catfight.  It gets us off.

> I thought you wanted me to hurt Taylor's Mom.

> I did.  But you didn't do it.  And now I love her.  I love ficking her.  And we both hate Taylor.

> That's .... kinda weird, hun..... Isn't it??

> Weird or not ... it's what I need to do.  I need to see where it goes.  I still love you.

> I love you, too.

To be continued......