Mother-Daughter Tussle

Back before I had ever met Ayn I dated a girl named Leigh. She lived in my neighborhood, maybe 3 blocks away, having moved in from Los Angeles in the 9th grade. A mutual friend had introduced us as a favor to Leigh, who didn’t know many people in this new town yet and was a bit too shy to introduce herself to anyone. This year’s July 4th fireworks show was coming up, the big social event of the summer, and I was taking Leigh. Truth be told, I was more interested in the friend that had introduced us, a girl named Stella, but she had made it clear that going with Leigh would earn me brownie points with her.

“Cmon, do this one thing for me. It’ll be nice. Leigh is really cute, too.”

Stella was right about that. Leigh was more than cute. She had a pretty face, but even more impressive was her body. She tried to hide it with loose-fitting clothes, but her chest was a spectacular 36 D even in grade school. And what clinched it for me was her legs. A former competitive ice skater, she had thighs of steel and calves to match. The first time I saw her in shorts rather than jeans I was already forgetting how much I wanted Stella. By the time the July 4th fireworks were over we were arm in arm and I had a new girlfriend. It lasted just over two tumultuous years, with all of the drama and passion you’d expect from young and inexperienced teenagers. This was the first long-term relationship for both of us, but it was a time of even more first for me. First time having sex, and first time seeing two girls wrestle, to name a few. The sex was pretty average, but the wrestling was spectacular!

Leigh’s mom was almost 40 years old and still in great shape, spending lots of time in the gym and also jogging around the neighborhood. Clearly this is where Leigh got her tremendous chest – her mom’s was easily a 40 DD. Mrs. K. had quickly gotten on the bad side of many of the other neighborhood women by showing that tremendous chest off whenever she could. Jogging in a halter top, or working around the yard in a bikini top and shorts, she earned the reputation of a tease and flirt. I suppose part of it was her ultra-competitive streak, pushing her to vie with every female on her street, in any way she could think of. Even with her own daughter, Leigh. Mom had to be the queen bee, the center of attention, and she pursued this with a jealous vigor that was difficult to believe. Remember the movie, “Mommy Dearest”? Just like that. She could go from normal mom to jealous, scheming bitch in 0 seconds flat.

That first summer in the neighborhood Leigh’s dad had the whole family doing some landscaping in the back yard. Her younger brother and two sisters were too young to be of any real help, so it was Leigh, her dad, and her mother doing all the real work. The project I remember best was the backyard retaining wall they built out of rocks from around the property. Her dad worked weekends, when he finally got some time off he went fishing with the guys. That left it to her mom and herself to build most of the wall by themselves. Some of the rocks were in the 40 lb. range, just barley manageable for the women to lift and carry. It became a contest of who could carry the biggest rock, each showing her competitive streak and trying to outdo the other, especially in front of me. I was there to take Leigh to the lake as soon as they finished a small section of the wall, and since they were nearly done for the day I was watching rather than helping. As usual Mrs. K was working in a bikini top and old denim shorts. Leigh was not about to be outdone by her mother, especially in front of me, so she pulled off her t-shirt and worked in shorts and bikini top just like mom. This competitive streak definitely ran in the family. While she didn’t say anything, the look on her mom’s face spoke volumes. She was threatened by her daughter’s body, and my attention to Leigh only made it worse. This sick woman was competing for my attention with her own daughter. I couldn’t believe some of the stuff she actually said!

To Leigh: “You’re still not as big as me up top, kiddo. Maybe someday though.”
And with a catty little grin she turned toward me and held her chest out.
“What do you think, Ombar? They’re still firm, too.”

She wasn’t lying either. With her hands on her hips and chest stuck out for me to admire it was quite a scene. I couldn’t help but notice the muscle in her arms, shoulders and back as well. Very impressive indeed, and I told her so.

“Wow, Mrs. K. You’re in amazing shape!”

Which she was. And she knew it. By saying it out loud I was instantly on her good side. Never mind if I made her daughter happy or not. I had just passed a bigger test and became her friend as well. Besides, how many 15 year old boys are going to argue and look away? Not me! I was beginning to really like this crazy old broad.
Leigh was clearly getting annoyed at her mother flirting with her boyfriend right in front of her and was not about to stand by quietly while her mom got all the attention. Leigh had a competitive side too, and a jealous one as well. Time to speak up and grab back some of the spotlight.

“They’re not so much bigger than mine. And they probably fall to your knees when you take your bra off! Getting old must suck, huh mom?”

Mrs. K’s face flushed red with that insult. Leigh was standing maybe 10 feet away from her, hands on her hips, smiling like the cat that ate the canary after that little barb. Her mom stepped over to her, not ready to let this little verbal sparring match die.

“You’ll be luck to look half this good when you’re my age, sweetie. And I’m in just as good shape as you’re in right now, so unless you want a lesson in just what that means, I suggest you back off.”

“Or what? You don’t intimidate me.”

“Maybe I should. Don’t start thinking that a boyfriend means you’re all grown up. I’m way more woman than you are, so don’t push your luck.”

“Oh, I’ll push alright!” And with that Leigh gave her mom a little shove. It might have been a playful gesture, but the look in her eyes said she was ready for more.

“Ah, O.K. Fine with me. Let’s settle this right now. Over here on the new grass.” And with that her mom walked over to the side of the house with the new sod. “C’mon you little bitch. Come get some!”

Off come the shorts and sneakers, leaving Mrs. K in her bikini standing barefoot on the sod. Leigh looks over at me with a questioning glance and I answer with a shrug. Are these two going to have a girl fight right here in front of me?! Clearly the older woman is ready to wrestle, and to my surprise Leigh smiles and takes her shorts off too. Work boots off, socks off, and she heads over to meet her mother on the grass, bare legged and bikini clad as well. Leigh is about 2 inches taller, maybe 20 lbs heavier, all in those large muscular legs, and of course 20+ years younger. Her mother has the obvious advantage in upper body muscle, and mom’s legs are more defined. The wild card is experience. I have no idea if either girl can fight, but both show an eagerness to face each other that makes me think they both have wrestled before.

“Ombar, don’t interfere. You can stay and watch if you want. I’d really like it if you did stay. But leave us alone, O.K.?” Final words from Mrs. K. before turning her attention back to her younger rival. Then to Leigh: “You have this coming and I’m going to make it a lesson you won’t forget.”

Not a word from Leigh. When she gets about 6 feet away from her mother she breaks into a charge. Wow, she’s fast! Those powerful thighs and big calves get her going full speed in 2 steps and the women collide with a smack. Their bodies smash together with what sounds like a slap, bare skin meeting bare skin. Mom barely budges an inch, holding her ground stubbornly as Leigh barrels into her and throws her arms around the older woman’s head, going for a headlock. Immediately experience shows through, proving mom is more skilled. Before her daughter can get a firm hold she grabs for the backs of Leigh’s thighs, lifting her off the ground and dumping her onto the grass on her back. The two wrestlers land with a thud, forcing the breath out of the younger fighter in one loud gasp. Mom comes down on top of daughter and quickly gets her in a straddle pin, sitting on her stomach and grabbing her wrists. Leigh is too stunned to fight back yet, just barely able to catch her breath as her mother slams her arms back onto the sod, pinning them along side her head. Leigh plants her feet in a wide base, arching her back as violently as she can in an attempt to dislodge her foe. Her mom slides forward from her stomach up onto her chest, knees coming to rest on Leigh’s biceps. She tries bucking upwards again but it’s ineffective now and her mother stays firmly perched on her chest, staring down at her pinned daughter and showing an evil smile.

“I told you I was way more woman than you are. Now you’re seeing it up close. Time to start feeling it, too.”

With that, Mrs. K. slides back onto Leigh’s stomach, stretches her legs back along her daughter’s legs while still maintaining a straddling position and keeping Leigh’s arms pinned by the wrists. Then releasing her daughter’s wrists, mom grabs a hand full of Leigh’s hair with her right hand and jerks upwards, bringing her head up off the ground slightly. It’s enough to wrap her left arm around the younger fighter’s neck and to start squeezing, pulling her face into her massive bosoms. Letting go of her daughter’s hair Mrs. K. then adds her right arm to the hold, both arms completely wrapped around Leigh’s head and squeezing as hard as she can. Grunting with the effort, the older fighter is smothering her foe using those awesome 40 DDs as a weapon.

“Mmmgnph!!!!!!” “Frmncknbmtch!!!”

Her mother is laughing wildly at her daughter’s pain and embarrassment, taking great pleasure in using her big breasts against the girl who mocked them only moments ago. Leigh’s bare feet paw at the ground, her heels gouging long divots out of the sod but failing to get any traction, her face buried deeply in her mom’s huge tits. Noticing her victim’s legs thrashing around beneath her, mom grapevines Leigh’s right leg. She can’t get the left leg secured but doesn’t seem concerned. Mom’s in total control with or without that last leg, and she’s enjoying it fully. I can see Leigh is losing her strength fast as she’s struggling much less now. Her mother seems almost disappointed by Leigh’s lack of fight.

“Are you giving up already? You should have more fight in you than that!” Easing up just a touch on the bear hug around the younger wrestler’s head gives her the chance to get a few words out.

“Get off me!! I give, I GIVE!!”

“For someone with such a big mouth you sure don’t have a lot to back it up.”
Then to me:
“What do you think, Ombar? Pretty weak, huh? Should I let her up yet?”

I have nothing to say. I can’t even move. No way do I want to see this end yet. My girlfriend has just been whipped by her mother, and in only about 4 minutes, but I could watch this go on for another half hour easily! And I think her mom would oblige if only I asked, but I can’t do that. Loyalty to Leigh demands that I don’t ask for this beating to drag on any longer, so with mixed emotions I say to her mom,

“Yeah, you proved your point. You can let her up now.”

“Nah, I don’t think I’ve taught her enough of a lesson yet. Here, watch this!”

Mrs. K. is playing to the crowd now, and that’s me. She releases the bear hug around her easily beaten daughter’s head and neck, sitting up in a straddle on Leigh’s stomach again. Reaching for the younger wrestler’s hair, she yanks her head up and brings Leigh into a sitting position but stays astride her, sitting on Leigh’s lap. She extends first her left leg, then her right, immediately hooking her foot around her ankle and applying a face-to-face body scissors. With her thighs wrapped around her opponent’s waist mom tightens those toned runner’s legs and starts applying pressure, causing Leigh to let out a yelp. Mom leans back and really starts to crank the scissors hard, and now Leigh starts moaning through clenched teeth.

“Oooooowwwwww!!” “No, mom, PLEASE! I give I said! Get off me!!”

Almost as if she’s taunting her younger rival, Mrs. K. eases up on the crushing scissors for a second but then resumes the punishing hold with even more vengeance and determination. One second it looks almost playful, but the next it looks like she’s trying to kill her own daughter in a girl fight. This has gotten both scary and erotic, and I have no idea what to expect or what to do. Leigh starts pounding on her mother’s thighs with her fists in a desperate attempt to break this torturous fighting hold, but mom is not letting up. I can see the pain on my girlfriend’s face but there’s something else there too: panic. It’s beginning to sink in that they’re not mother and daughter right now, they’re just two females locked in physical combat. Girl on girl, fight to the finish, and it’s a mismatch. The older woman is more aggressive, more ruthless, and more skilled. Leigh gets her legs curled up underneath her so instead of sitting on the ground she’s now kneeling. Her mother slips to one side but maintains the punishing scissors. With lightning speed the older fighter slips her left arm around victim’s neck and starts choking her as well. Pulling Leigh back onto her chest both women are now practically welded together, Mrs. K.’s massive breasts crushed up against Leigh’s back and her beautifully toned legs wrapped around Leigh’s waist, alternating between relaxing slightly and crushing down mightily. Her thigh muscles bulge with the exertion and her calves flex and tighten like chiseled diamonds. As painful as those gorgeous legs are, however, the more urgent need for Leigh is to get some air. Both her hands fly up to the arm that’s choking her, and she has just enough strength to create a bit of breathing room and catch a ragged breath or two.
Mrs. K. glances at her opponent’s now tear-streaked face and suddenly seems to realize it’s her daughter she’s beating up. It seems to bring her back to reality and she quickly releases the choke and scissors.
With an almost sad look Mrs. K gets up off Leigh. Sad that she fought with her daughter or just sad that it’s over? Still standing over her, mom lingers so Leigh can’t get up right away and has to lie there waiting for her to step away. Both fighters are breathing hard still, but mom has enough energy to hold up both her arms and flex her biceps in victory, staring down at her beaten daughter as she does so. Then, still holding the pose, she looks at me and smiles the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen in my life. That’s the exact second I became hooked on girl fighting and wrestling. That mother/daughter backyard contest and confident victory pose sealed it for me forever. The second Leigh charged her mother they quit being family and were instantly transformed into rivals in a fight to the finish. Afterward, an uneasy truce ensued between Leigh and her mom, lasting for the rest of the summer. That’s not to say neither one wrestled again. That summer both Mrs. K. and Leigh fought the neighbor across the street, Leigh and Stella had a couple of battles, and eventually Leigh and her mom wrestled again. But those are stories for another day.