Hello, I used to write mom vs mom catfight stories here, but haven't written a story in several years. I do enjoy writing, but a good story take a lot of time and effort to produce. The main reason I quit is because of all the hate email I would receive after every story. People would want to know what color their toe nails were, what brand of shoes they was wearing, the height of their heels and on and on. I would tell them they was just stories, their toe nails, brand of shoes, or heel height was what ever they want. This didn't satisfy most and they demanded an answer. No matter what I would say, they would be angry. They didn't like red toe nails, or this brand of shoes are the best and a certain height of heel was the best. I would get mail for days/weeks over this silly stuff, my mail box would be filled with angry hate mail, because they didn't like the shoes or heels, ect. I would also get dozens of letters wanting me to write a story about their mom or wife. I would tell them I get tons of request and couldn't possibly do all of them, and again angry emails. I was, we will say 18 and writing catfight stories, and getting hate mail from 50 year old men. After awhile it takes the fun out of it, and there is no need to write stories if it isn't fun for me to do.
During the recent cold snap we had, I stopped in to looked around and happen to run into another great writer that used to post stores here. We chatted for awhile and it seems he had received his share of email as well. After talking to him and remembering the fun we used to have here. I decide it was 20 below zero and I didn't have anything else to do, so I started a new story. The story is finished, but still being looked over by a great writer to give his opinion. I haven't posted in several years and don't know most of the names here. I figure most haven't seen my old stories so I will repost them before I post the new one. They aren't really a series, but they do kind of follow one another. Here is my first mom catfight story,
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This is the story of a catfight my mother was involved in. At the time of the fight I was 15 years old and my mother, Mary was 40 years old. She is a very shapely, beautiful woman. She is 5 feet 4 inches tall and her measurements are 37 27 35. She is a very conservative school teacher. She has the looks and body of a super model, but doesn’t show it off. She is a very classy, proper teacher, mother, and house wife. Her looks and body could rival any models, but she chose to lead the conservative life style. Early that spring new people moved in next door. A woman, Jill and her son Jim. Jill like my mom was a very beautiful woman, 38 years old, 5 feet 3 inches tall and her measurements are 38 26 35, according to Jim. But very unlike my mom, Jill liked to dress in provocative outfits. It seemed like her tits or ass was always hanging out, and sometimes both. She became very popular among the teens boys in the neighborhood. Being the same age, and living next door. Jim and I became very good friends. I spent a lot of time at his house, and was always getting an eye full of his mom. She always looked so hot in her skimpy outfits. She became the object of my fantasias. She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen. If I wasn’t at their house Jim was over at mine. As time went on he told me he was hot for my mom. He said she was the classiest and most sophisticated woman he had ever seen. We spent a lot of time comparing our mothers. Each of us thought the other mother was the hottest. We each dreamed of seeing the others mom nude, but we both knew it was unlikely it would ever happen.
Though Jim and I was very tight, out mothers was far from the same. Neither mother cared for the other. My mom considered Jill a cheap tramp, and Jill considered my mom a prude. Neither mom talked to the other much, they just exchanged snide looks at each other. Jim and I never gave it much thought, as the two mom just avoided each other most of the time. As the hot part of summer hit, Jill would lay out in her yard in a bikini. She would lay front down and untie her top and let the string fall to the side, so her back would have no lines. This really didn’t go well with my mom.
By this time all the teen boys and men in the neighborhood would stare at her. Jill loved the attention from the guys of all ages. Of course I loved this and would look at her all day long. My mom noticed the attention I was paying to her while she was sun bathing. She scolded me several times, but I couldn’t help myself as she was sooooo hot. Finally one day my mom caught me and she had had enough. She sent me into the house and walked over to talk to Jill. I ran upstairs to look out. Mom walked up to Jill and started to speak to her. Jill got a little pissed, and told my mom she was just jealous of the attention she was getting. Mom told her she would never be jealous of a tramp. Jill was offended by this and stood up. I got a funny feeling that something might happen over this. A heated discussion started, and several of the neighbor ladies seen the happenings and walked over. They too disliked Jill and her behavior.
They all would love to see Jill get slapped around and put in her place. It wouldn’t have mattered who did it, but they would have loved for my conservative mom to do it. She was the typical woman in the neighborhood , and the other women would love for mom to bring her down. After awhile they stopped yelling at each other and the name calling. Jill walked back into her house and mom came back home. Jim wasn’t home at the time, and I filled him in as soon as he got home. We both knew our mothers didn’t like each other, but we was both shocked they nearly fought. For the next few days my mom didn’t allow me over at Jims, but it all blew over. Jill stopped laying out, or at least she didn’t when my mom was home. Jim and I went back to normal, admiring each others mom. A few weeks went by and Jill was back to laying out almost daily. My mom was fuming, but didn’t react to it. One afternoon Jill was laying out with her top untied and either on purpose or by mistake. She got up a bit and her top fell off. Jim and I was out in my yard and by the time we seen what happened. She already had it back up and retied. Neither of us got a look. My mom seen the whole thing and was really fuming this time. She headed straight over to Jill’s but she was already headed inside. Mom stormed back over to our house when she seen Jill had went into her house. Jim and I became to wonder if our mothers might really end up in a catfight.
Neither of us had ever really thought about it before. We wasn’t sure how we felt about it, we had never seen two grown women fight each other. We knew the other women in the neighborhood would do nothing to try to stop it from happening. All the women was very tired of Jill and her skimpy outfits and sun bathing. We was excited by the fact that an all out catfight might mean clothing could be tore off. That would be our dream to see the others mom topless or even totally nude. The idea of one or both mothers getting hurt also concerned us. we talked about what we would do if they started fighting. Would we stop them or let them fight it out? All we knew for sure was, we just hoped that if it happened we would both be there to watch them.
A few days later Jill was back out sun bathing. My mother wasn’t home, she went out shopping with some friends. So I was able to stare at her uninterrupted. I was so into staring at her that I didn’t notice my mother was home till she was in the house. Not wanting to get caught, I hurried away from the window in the side room where I had been staring at Jill from to greet my mother. She asked what I had been doing and I told her just hanging around the house. She asked me to go out and help her carry her packages in. I don’t think she had noticed Jill being out when she came home. As we was getting her items out of the car, she looked over and saw Jill laying out. She made a comment about needing to do something about the tramp next door laying out with her body on display for all to see. She said it quiet enough that Jill couldn’t hear her. We went in and she started to fix my lunch, but from time to time would look out at Jill laying out.
During lunch she commented a couple times what a nice day it was and it would be a nice day to go fishing. After we finished she told me to go upstairs while she cleaned up. I ran upstairs and stared at Jill next door. After a few minutes Jill got up and went into her house. I got bored without Jill laying out to look at so I went back down stairs. Mother was talking on the phone so I just went on outside to find something to get into. A short time later my mother called for me, and I headed in. She said she was going to be cleaning and moping and didn’t want me running through the house till it had dried. I thought this seemed odd, she never ask me to leave before, and the floors was already clean. She again stated what a nice day it was and I could go fishing. There is a nice lake near by and Jim and I spent hours at a time fishing there. I decided that I would go for awhile. Mother kept watching me as I got my stuff together and got my bike out.
I thought it was strange that she was watching me but didn’t think much about it. Being it was a hot day, I decided to get a bottle of water to take with me. As I ran back in to get it My mother was on the phone again. I asked her what time she wanted me to come home for dinner. I had to ask a couple time just to get her attention. She told me I could fish most of the afternoon as she didn’t want me running through the house on the wet floors. I got on my bike and headed to the lake. As I was riding off I saw Jim and stopped to ask him if he wanted to go. He said that he was going too, as his mother wanted him out of the house while she cleaned. She had a hair appointment, but as she was about to leave it got cancelled, so she too decided to clean. We talked as he slowly got his stuff ready to go. I told him I saw his mother laying out earlier in the day and how hot she looked. He said she had come in and got ready for her hair appointment. Then she got a couple of phone calls and seemed nervous and told him her appointment had been canceled. Both of us had the feeling maybe something was going on.
Both moms making sure we was both gone, and both moms on the phone a couple times about the same time. The more we talked the more we got a feeling something wasn’t right. We decided to ride to the woods and park our bikes and walk back through the woods to see if anything was going on. The woods was large and joined both of our yards in the back. We played there often and knew them very well, so getting to where we could see our back yards was very easy. Upon getting there we didn’t notice anything or see either mother. We waited a long while and nothing seemed to be happening. We was just about to go back and head for the lake when we seen Jill walk out of her house.
She was still dressed for her hair appointment. She had on a nice blouse and skirt, with black stocking and heeled pumps. Jim said it was odd she hadn’t changed, she wouldn’t clean in that outfit. She just walked around her yard occasionally looking over at our house. We just watched for several minutes wondering if something was going on,
Then we seen my mother walk out into our yard. She was still dressed from her shopping trip. She too had on a nice blouse and skirt with black stockings and heeled pumps. Both mothers was dressed very similar. I too thought this was odd, my mother wouldn’t clean in her outfit either. Neither mother had bothered to change in to some cleaning clothes.
My mother saw Jill and started walking toward her. She was half way to her before Jill noticed her coming. We now knew something was up for sure, as our mothers never really talked. Jim said he was very very excited, I told him I was too as well as a little scared. He admitted he too was a little scared . We wasn’t sure how to react, we both wanted to see our beautiful mother catfight the other mother. We knew that the only chance we really had to see the other mother nude was for them to catfight each other. We didn’t want to see either mother get hurt, so we was a little confused as to what we should do. We had often talked of seeing our mothers fighting lately, and hoping it would end up with one or both of them partially or totally nude. We decided we would just watch for awhile, and if things got out of hand we could always step in and stop it at that point. Both mothers now walked toward each other and stopped several feet short of the other. They both stood facing the other with their hands on their hips, and seemed to be talking. As neither woman was taking her eyes off the other we decided we could craw up the double row of shrubs between our yards in the back. If we stayed low they probably wouldn’t see us. We started slowly up the shrub line and was able to get near to them without them noticing our presence. Both moms looked so sexy in their skirts and hose and heels.
They stood for several minutes a few feet apart bitching about each other. My mother was calling Jill a cheap tramp, and Jill was calling my mother a jealous prude. This went on for so long Jim and I was beginning to think nothing was going to happen. With their attention on each other, we was able to sneak up even closer to the two women. We was now very near them and could hear every word. It was obvious that both mothers desperately wanted to fight the other mom. They was still bitching and name calling to each other. They seemed so willing and ready to finally settle things between them. Like they should be settled, alone, woman to woman once and for all. But still no action, it seemed neither mom knew how to start the battle. They was like two kids on a school lot. Each telling the other to come on and challenging the other to make the first move. Two beautiful, sexy, mature women ready to finally fight out their differences woman to woman, but neither would make the first move. Jim and I was about to die over this. Was they really going to fight or just dare each other to be the one that started it.
We both wanted to jump up and yell for them to fight, or yell to our mom “ get her mom “ but we both knew better than to let them know we was there. Sadly I have to admit it was Jill that made the first move, a small one but a move never the less. With her hands still on her hips, she bumped into my mom. They met breast to breast, forcing my mother back a step. I was a bit ashamed when my mom looked shocked that Jill would bump her, but she warned her not to do it again. It appeared like Jill might not, several more minutes of arguing followed but much heated now. Finally Jill bumped my mother again pushing her back a step. This time my mom paused for a second and then stepped forward very fast with her hands out shoving Jill back several steps. Both women just stood a few steps apart staring at each other. They both looked so sexy, You could tell they both was ready and willing to rip the other mothers hair out. They walked back to with in a few feet of each other, and some minor pushing started. Finally it was my mother who raised the level. She gave Jill another little push, and warned her to stop pushing her or she would slap her face. Both women, including my mother seemed shocked by the statement. I think she was just getting caught up in the excitement. Jill walked up and just put her hands on my mom, not sure if she was a little scared, or just daring my mother to slap her.
My mother looked a little hesitant but drew back and gave Jill a little slap across the face. Now it was Jill’s turn to look shocked. She just stood there and looked at my mom. Then she slapped my mother back. Neither was much of a slap. More like warning slaps, of what might be coming. My mother not wanting to be out done slapped her back. Now both women just stood there trading slaps. By now the slaps were coming in faster and harder. The force would make each womans head turn. She would rub her face for a second and then return the slap. We knew this would surely get the fight going. The two angry mother just stood there exchanging slaps. I think both of their faces was starting to sting by now. They had both received and given several slaps. They both stopped and just stared each other in the eyes. Neither making the next move, and finally stepped away from each other. I figured if the slapping contest didn’t get the fight going, nothing would. Both mothers just stood looking at each other.
Then without a word between them, they both charged each other. They both let out a little grunt as they crashed together. Fingers franticly grabbed for hair to pull, the catfight had finally started. Jim and I was so excited, we both stood up to watch the action. I think if you could have asked them, both women would have said they was happy to finally be fighting the other. It was like their woman instincts had finally kicked in. They was both pulling hair like mad, heads was being pulled forward, backward and side to side. Both was really jerking the other around by the hair. We couldn’t believe what we was seeing, our mothers was really fighting each other. They was pulling hair for all they was worth.
Jim and I both had mixed emotions. We was both very excited and turned on, but a little scared by what might happen, and quite shocked by the sight. Though neither woman was really getting hurt, it was so exciting yet it did seem violent. Both women doing all she knew how to hurt the other woman. They continued their hair pulling battle for several minutes. At times one would pulling other one around and then the other would be doing the pulling around. Sometimes neither moving, both standing still bent over at the waist pulling each others hair out. Neither woman having an advantage, both just pulling hair. They both had some hair strands on their blouses, so we know they was both losing some hair.
We wondered if we should stop it, but we both wanted to see if they would start tearing some clothes. We was now standing between the two row of shrubs. Not easily to be seen, but we had a front row seat and could see everything fine. We both wanted to shout encouragement to them to fight it out,. Or to tear some clothes, but we both knew to keep our presence unknown. They had now stood back up straight and had their bodies together pulling hair. They soon got there legs or feet tangled up and fell to the ground. We now saw the true reason they are called catfights. Both women was pulling hair, slapping and scratching. Their legs was fighting to tangle the other legs up. Legs that just a few minutes before they took pride in showing off. Whether it be from under a classy skirt like my mothers. Or the skimpy out fits Jill wore.
Now these same legs was having a fight of their own, both trying to control the other legs. All of this going on while they rolled back and forth. Neither able to stay on the top long, one would maneuver to the top. The other would grab her hair and pull her off , and it was back to rolling in a tangled mess of arms and legs. We couldn’t believe how determined they both was to win their fight. Especially my mother, she was a very class, sophisticated, and very feminine. Now she was rolling around in the dirt, pulling hair, scratching and fighting like a wild cat. After a several minutes they rolled apart, and both woman laid on the ground catching her breath and resting. We wondered if that was it, maybe they both was satisfied with the damage they had inflected on the other. We watched and waited for the ladies to make their next move. Both ladies sat up and looked at each other, then got to their feet. Both women looked at each other, and walked apart several steps. We got back down low, so as not to be seen. The ladies just kept looking at each other, neither saying a word.
We was starting to think it might be over, both might be happy with the punishment they had gave the other woman. Both showed a little wear, their hair was a mess as well as their clothes. They was wet with sweet and had fine strands of hair stuck to the front of their blouses. They had marks on them for rolling on the ground and the slaps and grapping that had went on. Both their faces was a little red, either for the straining during the fight or from the slaps they had traded. If this was the end of the battle, it was still the sexiest thing either of us had ever seen, but we was still hoping for some clothes ripping. Standing looking at each other, they very slowly started toward each other. Not sure what to expect, Jim and I just watch the ladies. As they came near each other, four hands went out like claws, and we knew the fight was going to continue. We stood back up as soon as the women locked up, so we wouldn’t miss a thing.
They was back locked up in the womanly warfare of hair pulling. Jerking heads in every direction, and pulling each other around. We was both surprised how quiet our fighting mothers were. Neither of them was screaming or yelling, they was just fighting. One of them slipped in the grass and went down, taking the other mother with her. Once on the ground, it was an all out catfight again. Vicious hair pulling, slapping and scratching. They was both really into the fight now, when they would roll apart. They would almost jump to get together, so they could fight each other some more. Neither mother had gotten any serious injuries. Just losing small amounts of hair, red spots from slaps, and some red lines from the scratches. But both women was giving it her all. We was both surprised how violent and vicious our loving mothers could be.
They rolled apart yet again, but this time, Jill jumped to her feet. As soon as she did my mother rose to her feet as well. We hadn’t noticed, but some how even with all the leg action. Both had managed to keep their pumps on, we noticed this as Jill picked her leg up and removed one of her shoes. She held it by the toe end and went after my mother. My mom seeing what action Jill had taken did the same. Both mothers charged each other, but lucky both missed each other with their shoe. As their bodies came together yet again, both dropped their shoe and went back to hair ripping. With one heel on and one off, it wasn’t long before they was back on the ground. Both our mothers was shapely and in good shape. Neither mother was really showing signs of tiring of their fight. As they rolled around this time their skirts finally started to ride up, and we got our first look at some panties. I felt a bit odd seeing my mothers panties, and stocking tops but was delighted to see Jills. Both our mothers looked so sexy fighting. They had rolled apart a couple times, and just rushed to get back at each other. Till one time they did and my mother started to get to her feet again. She was going to get to hers before Jill could, Jill seeing this reached up and grabbed my mother. It doing so she grabbed a hold of my mothers blouse. With my mom trying to stand and Jill trying to keep her down, the blouse got ripped open in the front. You could plainly see her pretty bra. My mother had a look of horror on her face, this was what Jim and I had been waiting for.
Finally the fight had turned to some clothes ripping. As my mother stood shocked Jill was able to get to her feet. At first my mother tried to keep her blouse closed, but it was no use. Some of the buttons was missing as well as the blouse itself being tore. Jill seeing my mothers shock of losing her blouse, went to work trying to remove it. She had it all ripped to shreds, while my mother trying to protect herself. She wasn’t even trying to get to Jill now. Seeing it was useless to try and protect her blouse, when Jill came after my moms, this time she went after Jills. Now both women only concentrated on ripping the other blouse.
With in a matter of minutes both blouses was in rags, now both pretty bras was in plain site. It was the sexiest site we had ever seen. Two sexy, mature women catfighting. Their hair a wild mess, their blouses in ruins and their sexy bras in plain site. Both women stepped back from each other and looked down at their blouse. Jill then make a shocking move, not that it really covered anything, but she removed what was left of her blouse and tossed it back over her head. My mother looked hesitant, not that hers was coving anything either, but she too removed her blouse and tossed it aside. We was getting nearer out dream of seeing the other sexy mom topless or nude. We was both excited beyond belief. Both sexy women stood staring at each other in just their bras and skirts. Being they bothered to take their tops off, we figured the fight wasn’t over. So we waited to see what was going to happen next.
They walked toward each other and started yet another hair pulling match, these two seemed to love to pull each other hair. As this was going on, they now started to slap a little more regular. Neither woman was gaining an advantage in this, so they started to separate. Just as my mother was stepping back, Jill swung a slap. It caught my mother right on her left boob, nearly knocking it out of the bra cup. The look on my mothers face went to total rage. She drew back and threw a slap with everything she had, it caught Jill right across her face. It was a vicious slap that spun Jills whole body around, nearly knocking her down. Jill didn’t react, she just stood with both her hands on the side of her face looking at mother as her eyes filled with rage as well. The tempo of the fight had escalated so fast the last few seconds, we was afraid we would have to stop it before they could finish it themselves. Jill slowly walked up to my mom, and drew back for a slap of her own. I’m not sure why my mother just stood there, but she did. Jill delivered a very hard slap again right into my mothers left boob again. This time knocking it free of her bra cup. My mother turned away from Jill, holding her boob in her hands.
She slowly turned back around to face Jill, and slowly drew her hand all the way back and delivered another very hard slap to Jills face. It spun Jills whole body around again, and she just held her face in her hands again. Neither woman made any attempt to stop the other they just traded slaps. They repeated this for another round, Jill gave my mother a hard slap to her now exposed boob. It brought tears to my mothers eyes, and then she responded with another vicious slap to Jills face. Jill too now was getting tears in her eyes from this slap fest. I think both women had enough of this punishment, and both stepped back. Both nursed her wounds a little, and mom put her boob back in her bra. Jim was very very excited, he didn’t see a lot but just a little of my mothers boob was driving him crazy.
Both women stepped back toward each other and engaged in more hair pulling, the catfight was now getting a little rough. It was getting a little more vicious with each round. Knowing moms boob was probably tender, Jill crossed the line. She reached down and grabbed my mothers left breast. Mom was totally shocked as she shoved Jill and pulled away. Mom stood staring at Jill with daggers in her eyes now. She was in shock that Jill had made this move. She spoke the first words that had been spoken since the start of the fight, as she called Jill a fucking bitch. She said she should have expected such a move from a cheap tramp like her. Now I was the one in shock, I had never in my life heard my mother swear a single word. Jill didn’t reply, she just stood staring at my mother. We was worried that this was going to get out of hand, and we might have to stop it. They stepped back together, hand out like claws again. Mom went for Jills hair again, but Jill changed tactics. Knowing it hurt and bothered my mother, Jill grabbed both her breasts. Mom went wild, she jerked Jills head everyway image able, but Jill wouldn’t release her boobs. Mom pulled Jill head down along side her by the hair, and started slapping her exposed face.
She was really getting some good slaps in on Jills face. Finally Jill released moms bobs, and started fighting back with her hands. The way my mother was holding her down, there wasn’t much she could do. So she reached up and grabbed my mothers bra, pulling the front of it down over her boobs. I thought Jim was going to faint. Mother released Jill so she could pull her bra back up into place. Both women separated and took a second to catch her breath. With in a few seconds both women was circling each other again. Now both women use extreme caution, as the fight had crossed the line. There was now no boundaries, both women was now fighting for the win. Both had their hands out in womanly claw fashion again. Jill make a move for my mother, and mother reacted by going for Jills hair again. Just as they was about to be in reach of each other, Jill dropped her hands down. Mom seen Jill was going for her boobs again, I think by this point all caution was now thrown into the wind. I couldn’t believe what I was about to see, my mother dropped her hands down as well. Both women went for the breast, and both was successful in finding their mark. Now both women had each other by the boobs. Jim and I was in a state of fever now. We couldn’t believe it, our mothers was dragging each other around by the breast. From the looks on their faces, it must have been very painful. Both women had lost hair and received vicious slaps, and been scratched, while showing very little expression.
The looks on their faces now showed for sure, both was delivering and receiving pain. I was feeling sorry for my mother now. I was just about to ask Jim if he felt we should stop them. Then my mother made a move that shocked and delighted me at the same time. She released Jills boobs just long enough for her to grab her bra and flip it up over her boobs, and then grabbed them again. Now both of Jills breast was hanging down, bare and totally unprotected by her bra. Mother now started to really give Jills boobs some rough treatment. Seeing mom had an advantage now,
Jill made the same move, now my mothers breast were totally exposed and receiving some abuse from Jills hands. They didn’t stay in the position for long, both was receiving lots of punishment, and they broke apart. My mother pulled here bra back up into place, but it was so stretched now that it did nothing to protect her boob, and kept sliding down. Now it was my mothers turn to raise the level. She reached back, unhooking her bra, and tossed it aside. At this point, I thought Jim was going to faint. I felt odd looking at my own mothers boobs, but I had to admit, they was awesome. Jill seeing this challenge, unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside as well.
Both women must have been tiring as they both just stood staring at each other again. After a very short break, they again started to come together. They became circling again with all four claws out. Just as they was about to come together and start their womanly war again, Jill stopped and stepped back. I thought that was it, Jill had enough and was calling it quits. Both women was still locked eye to eye, and Jill started to slowly drop her claws. Like me. I think my mother was starting to think it was over. Jill let her hands down to her sides, and slowly moved them behind her. She unfastened her skirt and let it slide down her legs to the ground, and slowly stepped out of it. She was now standing in just her panties and stocking. My mother looked a little shocked again, but they both had past the point of no return and now neither would be out done. My mother slowly unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Now both mothers stood in only panties and stocking. I was so sexy it couldn’t be described, Jim and I was both about to faint. Both mother just stood waiting for the other to make a move, they both must have been excited and scared or both. Their nipples was huge and sticking straight out, it was so awesome. We thought both mothers looked so very sexy, this was better than we ever dreamed. Their breast raised and lowered with ever breath. It was my mother who made the first move, she stepped out of her skirt and toward Jill. Jill followed the move and the four claws went back up. Both now circled very cautiously, then like a flash they came together. They crashed together and was on the ground in a matter of seconds. The fight had entered a new stage now. It had turned very vicious. Hair was being pulled out, red scratch marks was forming on both women very rapidly, all while rolling much fasted. This went on for a couple minutes, and we was thinking of separating them, just as they rolled apart on their own. Both women got to their feet as soon as they could. It was obvious now both women was tiring. Their breast jumped up and down as they took very deep, very rapid breaths. The had been going on quite a long time now, and we could tell more damage had been done in the last couple minutes than the whole fight before then. Both women now had scratch marks on their arms, legs, backs, and boobs. There was now clumps of hair on the ground, instead of the little strand like before. They now looked like warring cat instead of our mothers, our sweet loving mothers looked intent to kill each other now.
Just several minutes ago they didn’t know how to start a fight and get it going, now they looked like they was ready to do what ever it took to destroy the other. We was talking seriously of stopping it, when they both attacked again. They was on the ground tearing each other apart again, viciously fighting like wild cats, both women now was grunting and growling as they fought. This went on for a couple minutes and they rolled apart, my mother now slowly got to her feet. She was standing wobblingly but stayed standing. Jill was having trouble getting up, she had only made it to her hands and knees. My mother stood catching her breath and getting more steady. She was much better in a few moments, but Jill still wasn’t up. She waited a few seconds and then walked over to Jill. She stood their a few more seconds and reached down and grabbed Jill by the hair, and started pulling her head from side to side. Jill made no attempt to fight back, she just let mom jerk her around. Mom then pulled Jills head up as far as she could by the hair. This left both of Jills boobs hanging free. My mother then began the slap them violently with her free hand. Her boobs swung and smacked into each other with ever slap my mother delivered. After several slaps mother stopped and just held Jill up by the hair. She then slowly reached down and gave Jill a few good scratch marks across her boobs. Then she released Jills hair and let her fall to the ground. Jill just laid there crying, the fight had finally ended. It was far sexier then either of us had ever dreamed, and a great deal longer.
The fight had lasted close to 30 minutes, if not longer. Both women fought a very sexy fight, and we both was very proud of our mothers. My mother started to slowly walk back to our house. I noticed some movement coming our way and told Jim to get down. A few other women from the neighborhood was walking to my mother. Jim said they had been standing watching the fight too. I hadn’t been able to see, but Jim said they hadn’t seen us. We slowly crawled back down the row of scrubs and back into the woods. We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the fight. By the time we went home, both mothers had done a good job cleaning up and covering up the battle marks. We acted like we didn’t know a thing about the catfight. Over all things at my house was surprisingly normal. Mother had put on a blouse that went up to her neck, and a pair of slacks, if I hadn’t known better I wouldn’t have known she had just won a vicious catfight. I hung around the house for a bit, and seeing there was nothing to really see there I headed over to Jims. He met me outside and said his mother was quiet, but not really acting like anything major had happened. When we went in I did notice the side of his mothers face was sort of red. From the slaps I would guess, but other than that she was dressed so she didn’t show any of her battle marks either. We went out back to talk some more about the afternoon we just had.
We wondered what would happen the next time our mothers saw each other. We didn’t know if they would ever fight again, but we figured neither woman would want to do it again anytime soon. I had a few chores to do, so I went back to my house to get them out of the way. I told Jim I would be back over to talk some more later in the evening. Jim said he was going to help an older neighbor with a few things and we would get together later. I went home and emptied the trash, and started a couple lawn chores. I had a small pile of twigs and started to carried them to the back to toss them into the woods. As I turned to walk back up I thought I heard someone softly call my name. I looked around but didn’t see anyone. On my next trip back I heard my name again. This time I stopped and looked around, I seen Jill in the row of shrubs. I walked over to see what she was doing, she just was sitting there for no apparent reason. She said she had noticed me staring at her over the summer as she laid out. I felt my face turn red from embarrassment. She giggled and told me not no be embarrassed, she thought it was sweet. She went on to ask me what I thought now that I had seen her all but nude. I was stunned, I didn’t know what to say, so I played innocent. She told me she had seen us in the bushes watching the fight. I didn’t know what to say again,
I was embarrassed all over again. She pointed to a tall tree a ways back on the woods, and told me when I took my last handful of twigs back, to just go into the woods and meet her at that tree. I did as planned and she was there waiting. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I was excited by some that I had. I walked over to her and she told me that I probably knew, but her boobs got some damage in the catfight. She pulled her top up and my mother had scratched them up pretty good. At the end of the fight when my mom worked on them pretty good, she had put some scratches on the bottom side. She ask me if I could rub some cream she had in the scratches, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I acted all shy about it, and she ask again. She said she couldn’t very well ask her son to do it, as that wouldn’t be right. I acted reluctant, but loved every second. I wasn’t sure if the cream was cold to them, or they was sensitive from the fight. As soon as I started putting the cream on, her nipples stood straight out. Even all scratched up, they still looked wonderful to me. I did this for her every day or so till she was all healed up. I was in heaven doing this.
We would discuss the fight during this time. After I was finished I told her to stay in the woods till I waved to her to come out. I didn’t want my mother to know, she might have really tore in to her for this. I went back to my house and my mother was in the front room, so I waved to Jill to come on out. I went in the house and my mother was sitting looking at a magazine. We really didn’t say much, she just sit there. Later mother asked me if I had enjoyed myself this afternoon. I told her I had, still not sure if she know we was watching the catfight. She asked if it was the first catfight I had ever seen, I felt like crawling away, I didn’t know what to say, but told her it was the first one I ever saw. She asked what I thought, and told her I had mixed emotions about it. I was scared and excited at the same time. We talked more, and I told her it was so sexy at first when it was just slapping and minor hair pulling. But was shocked how vicious it got toward the end. I told her Jim and I thought about breaking it up at the end when it was turning nasty, as we didn’t want to see either mother get hurt.
She said it was the first catfight for both of them, but she had see other women catfight before. She said catfights are vicious and nasty by nature, clawing and scratching and hair pulling, that is why they are called catfights. Being it was their first fight, it took them awhile to get it going good. She said she was afraid that we might stop it as it got vicious, and was glad we didn’t. It was a woman thing between her and Jill and they needed to fight till one of them gave. If we had stopped it, they would have had to fight again when we wasn’t around to stop it this time. She said her and Jill had wanted to fight each other for a long time, and the time had come.
Neither of the mothers wanted us to be around to see it, but by the time she saw us. They both was worked up and ready to fight, so she said she just acted like she didn’t know we was there and fought Jill anyway. She said she wanted to fight Jill so bad by that point that she would have fought here right there and then even if the whole neighborhood was there to watch. I asked about the other women that was watching, I told her I hadn’t seen them till it was over. And she was lucky they hadn’t interfered and stopped it. They had seen almost the whole thing she said, and that a women won’t stop a catfight unless one of the fighters is going to really be seriously hurt. They understand that the women have a score to settle and they might as well let them do it. She said it was odd, but she really enjoyed fighting Jill. She had always been conservative, and it was exciting and fun in an odd way.
I asked her about taking her bra off and throwing it away, she said it is a womanly challenge, like Jill removing her skirt. To see if the other is woman enough to meet your challenge. Both mothers healed up from their fight in a couple weeks. My mother was the woman of the neighborhood, we heard almost no talk of the fight. The women that seen it must not have told many, but everyone seemed to know my mother was the woman boss of the neighborhood. All the other woman was so happy Jill got beat, and they loved it that a conservative woman like my mother did it. Jill didn’t lay as much anymore, and when she did. She did it in the corner of her back yard, where no one could see her.
They haven’t have another catfight, but who knows we still live there. Jim and I are still very good friends, and hang out together all the time. My mother said she would fight Jill again if need be, and even said she probably would enjoy it. Jim said he isn’t sure if his mother wants to fight mine again or not. I told my mother if they plan to fight again. This time don’t try and send us away, Jim and I both want to watch them. She said she didn’t know, as now that they have fought before, the next one probably won’t last as long. They will get it started faster, and get vicious quicker, but she said she would probably let me know.
