Leigh and her mom, Mrs. K, observed an uneasy truce for the rest of that summer. The tension between them was worse when I was around as the cattiness and competitive nature of both women came out. At the time it was an incredible rush to be in the center of this conflict. Talk about an ego boost! Two women fighting for my attention. I was Leigh's boyfriend, and her mom's pal and confidante. Now, looking back on the whole mess I have the perspective to realize it would have been any guy at all that Leigh brought home. There was nothing magical about me per se, it's just that I was the lucky stiff that walked into this situation. As the summer wore on and her father continued to work weekends, I was eventually dragged into the project to landscape the backyard and build the retaining walls with the women. It wasn't even my house, but the lure of sex with Leigh was strong, her basement close by, and the chance to see her and mom wrestle was even a stronger attraction. Leigh was almost always ready for sex on the gym mats in her basement, and afterwards the subject of either her working out or fighting came up often.
One Saturday we were out back, lifting those damned rocks and fitting them together like a jigsaw puzzle. Satisfying but backbreaking work. No cement, no mortar of any kind. As usual the ladies found something to get competitive about; who could carry the biggest rock, and I thought, "Oh boy, here we go again." No telling where the competition would lead. They were both wearing work boots, shorts, and bikini tops, the standard uniform for this backyard work. All three of us were sweating like pigs and covered with a fine layer of dirt. Mrs. K was having a hard time keeping in her bikini top but never really fell out of it. Damn! Her breasts are spectacular. Big, solid and firm, there's no sag when she's topless. I saw her earlier this summer fighting the neighbor (Older Women Fight) when she lost her bikini top. Her nipples are huge, maybe 3 inches across, and bright pink. I'd love to see them again but it's not going to happen today. The cloudy skies have darkened even more and the cool breeze on such a hot and humid day tells me it's going to rain soon. Right on cue, the skies open up and it's raining cats and dogs in an instant. By the time Leigh and I get to the cellar door we've practically had showers. Mrs. K made a beeline for the kitchen door and left us to ourselves. Down into the basement we go, through the storm door on the side of the house. The air is cool and refreshing after the heat and humidity outside.

Leigh looks over at the Universal weight station and asks, "Wanna work out?"

I know full well that's code for, "Lets get undressed and fuck."

"Yeah, sure, might as well while we're down here," I answer. Boots off, shirt off, and BAM! Leigh tackles me blind side like an Oakland Raiders linebacker on a blitz. She comes down on top of me onto the mats and I discover she's stripped down to her panties. She has her tits in my face and her arms wrapped around my head in an instant. I start biting on her nipple gently and licking her bosoms, and she's moaning softly, grinding her hips into me. I manage to get my shorts and drawers off, all the while almost wrestling with Leigh. She's strong and aggressive, and sex starts out almost like a fight. She's working her muscular bare legs around and under mine, positioning herself to grapevine me and lock us together with those killer thighs. Not even pausing to remove her panties, she simply pulls them to one side and I slip into her. I'm pinned to the mat by this horny Amazon, her arms still locked firmly around my neck to keep my face in her tits, legs entwined so I can barely move. She's on top and in control, just the way she likes it, and I reach back for two handfuls of that tight, muscular ass. That spurs her on, bucking her hips more violently and moaning louder and louder. As she nears orgasm she releases my head and pushes herself up with her arms, head back looking toward the ceiling. Reaching up, I take her 36 Ds in my hands and she leans forward again, allowing me to support most of her upper body weight. As she climaxes she starts contracting the muscles in her vagina and they grip me like tiny hands, kneading me and caressing me. I don't last more than a minute longer than her. But the mood is broken when suddenly the door from upstairs opens and Leigh's mom is standing at the top of the stairs. We're around the back of the staircase so she can see us but she HAS GOT to know what's been going on. Staying at the top of the stairs in the kitchen, she calls down to us and asks a favor of us "when we're ready".

"Would you kids go across the street to Sue Ward's house?"

Leigh answers, "Sure mom. Don't want to go yourself?" She's grinning at her mom, who can't see her expression but can hear what she's thinking by the sound of her voice, and her mother just ignores it. Word has started leaking out (not from me!) about Mrs. K.'s fight with Sue and they've not yet patched things up. Only whispers and rumors so far, but that's how it starts. Both women politely avoid each other at the lake, making idle conversation when they bump into each other, but the friendship is at a low point. Mostly they just steer clear of each other. The cover story was a car accident, but no one thought to ask why Sue Ward's car was undamaged and she was so banged up. Maybe Sue said something to another friend when she'd had a few cocktails, or maybe somebody just figured it out. Hell, maybe Mrs. K. let it slip, but the whispering has begun all around the neighborhood.

"Just go and get the papers she has for me. They're for the lake membership committee." Leigh's mom has a weary tone in her voice, like she doesn't want to explain it and doesn't want to argue. We had dried out clothes in the basement laundry room while Leigh fucked my brains out so we're ready to go. I take Leigh by the hand and lead her out and towards Sue Ward's. I'd still do pretty much anything Mrs. K. asked of me. My worship phase of Leigh's crazy mother is far from over.

"I think mom and Mrs. Ward had it out," Leigh says as we cross her lawn. "Remember how they were behaving towards each other at the lake party last month? Then Mrs. Ward is bruised on her face? I think she and mom had a fight." Leigh is confident she's sleuthed out the real story, but I stay mum. She has no idea I was there for the whole thing, and I'm not about to let on that I was. She'd freak out. I can think of a dozen reasons not to tell her and none to be truthful. So I leave it alone.

Leigh is still talking as we walk across the street and up onto the Wards' porch, but I've been mostly ignoring the conversation. Her words have been background noise as I've been reliving the fight Joann and Sue had, just a few steps from where we are now standing. My mind had been wandering, but Leigh jerks me back to reality with her next statement.

"I could take Sue Ward. She's tall and maybe a little athletic, but I'm sure I'm so much stronger than her. Don't you think?" My head snaps around like I've been slapped!

"Do you think she can wrestle?" I'm stammering for words. I know Sue can fight. She gave Leigh's mom a tough time at first. Honestly, it would probably be a good match. Leigh's leg strength against the taller woman's experience.

"I don't know," Leigh says. "If that black eye and fat lip were from mom, then maybe not. Mom's tough, but she didn't even have a mark on her. I think I'd love to try Mrs. Ward." Leigh's cheshire grin hint at some half-formed plan.

I'm afraid the whole story is going to come out and I'm nervous as hell. Leigh will be furious that I was with her mom for something like that, and even more furious that I haven't told her all about it. I'm not supposed to be such a close friend of anybody but her, and especially not her own mother. Now Leigh has that mischievous grin on her face like she's up to something. Oh, man, this is bad! I should be scheming about how to get these two to wrestle, but I just want to avoid anything that will spill the real story. I ring the doorbell and Sue Ward opens it right away. She's just gotten back from the lake and is still in her tennis dress. She didn't get to play on account of the rain that send us running for cover earlier, but she's obviously spent some time at the bar in the clubhouse. She opens the door with a fresh cocktail in hand and I'm guessing it's her 5th or 6th. She's not bombed but she's more open and gregarious than usual and invites us in like we're old friends, not two of the neighborhood kids.

"Oh, high you two! C'mon in. Make yourselves comfortable. I was trying to wait out this weather at the club, get in a game of tennis or two, but after a while I said Fuck It and went to the bar. No exercise for me today, I guess! Do you kids want something to drink? I won't tell if you don't!"

Sue's laughing and starting to slur her words slightly, and she's talking fast. But she's in a really good mood for someone who's had her plans spoiled. She takes her tennis very seriously, and it shows. Long, strong, tanned legs, a very lean physique, and some good definition in her sinewy arms. At 5'10" or so, 130 pounds, she looks like a model, except for that rack! No, not natural, but an excellent boob job none the less. She's sporting a set of 38 DDs and shows them off like a proud parent. Her tennis dress is no exception, cut deep at the neck and showing some awesome cleavage. Conversely, Leigh is 5'6", weighs maybe 140 pounds, but shows the thick muscle of an athlete. Sit ups, push ups, weight training all combine to give her the look of a competitive sports girl. Nowhere does the exercise show more than in her amazingly muscled legs and ass, though. Ice skating had given her the lower body of a gymnast while weight training has sculpted her. Her 36 D chest is firm and stands up for itself, bra or not, thanks in part to the weight training and push ups, and also in part due to her genetics. Like mother like daughter. She's gotten some hard-earned definition in her abs recently by dieting and working her midsection like a maniac. Her shoulders and arms have responded to weight training too, getting that thick, muscle girl look, the undefined strength of a powerlifter. Her body responds quickly to weights and she loves what it's done to her. But as much of an effect as it's had on her physique, the change is even greater in her self-confidence. She wants something, she goes for it. And now her mind is on a little tussle with the neighbor. Mrs. Ward being a little drunk makes it even more appealing to Leigh, who figures this should be easier to make happen with some vodka in her opponent's blood. I'm wondering what Leigh is up to when she makes her move.

"We got our exercise in earlier." Leigh smiles at me and I blush at the double meaning she's hinting at. "That rock wall doesn't build itself. But I'm always up for a little workout." A quick smile at me confirms that she's thinking about some other form of exercise she wants, girl on girl.

Sue is curious about Leigh's last comment. The way Leigh is staring at her, half smile on her face, is suggesting something more, but what? So Mrs. Ward asks, "Honey, are you looking to lift some weights now, after the morning you had?"

"Nah," Leigh answers. "I was hoping to get some exercise with you."

"Tennis was rained out today, and the clay courts won't be dry for a few days. Besides, I don't think you'd have much fun playing with me. I'm a little out of your league." Just a little smirk with that last line, telling me Sue Ward has a competitive streak too.

"Oh, I wasn't thinking about tennis," Leigh answers. "I was thinking about something we could do right here." And with that, Leigh kicks off her sneakers and stands up, hands on hips. She's flexing her arms a little as she stands there, staring dead into Sue Ward's eyes. Her tank top is showing off her shoulder development and those cutoff denim shorts look superb on those beautifully rounded, muscular thighs. She didn't bother putting a bra on after sex but she doesn't need it. Her nipples threaten to poke right through the cotton tank top. Leigh rocks up onto her toes, flexing those massive calves. As she comes down onto her flat feet her breasts barely move, no bounce at all. I'm totally turned on by this big-breasted diesel girl of mine, and her challenging the neighbor is even more of a turn on.

Mrs. Ward regards us both with a raised eyebrow, finally understanding what Leigh is saying. She's here to fight. She turns a questioning glance at me and I offer the slightest shake of my head, wordlessly saying "no, I didn't say a word."

Then looking at Leigh: "So, you know about your mother and me, huh?"

"I figured it out. Not such a big mystery really. I'm not here to fight you like my mother did. I just want to see if I can beat you wrestling. That is, if you're up for it."

"So, you couldn't take your mother and now you want to try me," Sue says to Leigh with that smirk.

Leigh is momentarily stunned to see that her fights with her mom are no secret either, but she recovers quickly. "Something like that. And I think Ombar here would enjoy it."

I almost choke! Sue smiles at me but then quickly just looks away. Then to Leigh: "If we do this, we need rules. No punching or kicking. But ANYTHING else goes. It's not over until one of us surrenders. And no crying to your mother when I beat you. Agreed?"

"Yeah," Leigh answers. "Everything but the part about you winning." And a big smile with that last little dig. Then she kisses me long and hard on the mouth and turns back to Sue. "Is right here good?"

"Fine," Sue Ward says. "But I'm not wearing this tennis dress to wrestle. Mind if I change?"

"Wear whatever. What have you got on under that dress?"

Mrs. Ward does something at the back of the dress and in an instant it's puddled at her feet. She's in grey thong panties and a white support bra, smiling at Leigh who is suddenly a little unsure. Sue has a killer body, Lean and tight, and the combination of her height and massive tits is a little intimidating to Leigh. Mrs. Ward is an Amazon! Hands on her own hips, Sue is ready for action, the adrenaline rush caused by this confrontation sobering her up immediately. Leigh unbuttons the denim shorts and lets them drop, revealing her blue bikini panties, then pulls her tank top over her head. She's bare bosom, bare legged, and ready to fight this taller and more mature woman. Without a word from anyone they approach each other and the fight is on. Two muscular women collide with the slap of warm flesh meeting warm flesh. Sue tries to wrap her arms around Leigh's head but Leigh is reaching upwards for Sue's neck, going for a headlock. They each get one arm around the other's head but neither can complete her hold. They've blocked each other by going for almost the same move. Sue thinks faster and takes advantage of her height, wrapping one long leg behind Leigh's leg and twisting that way. It's a fast trip move and works perfectly. Both fighters go down, Sue landing on top of Leigh, chest to chest. Before Sue can mount and straddle Leigh, the younger fighter wraps both her legs around Sue's right leg and applies a scissors to it. It won't cause much pain but it will keep the taller wrestler from gaining a better position. Unfortunately for Leigh, Sue gets both arms around her head and applies the pressure. Blinded by those 38 DDs, Leigh reaches towards Sue's face and tries to push her up and away with both hands. For a second it looks like maybe it will work. Sue's head is forced back and she's looking straight up at the ceiling in almost a yoga pose. But a quick jerking motion, tightening her arms around the younger girl's neck causes the young fighters hands to drop away from older fighter's face. Leigh reaches for the Sue's arms that are wrapped tightly around her head and neck, crushing the Sue's massive chest her face. Only the fact that Sue left her bra on to fight is keeping it from becoming a total smother hold. Leigh is keeping both her legs locked tight around Sue's right leg and the older fighter can't break free. Without that leg Sue can't get into a good straddling position and really crank her bear hug. Try as she might, she can't get her leg free of Leigh's monster thighs. And in her present position she can't mount much of an attack beyond what she's already doing. Letting go with one arm, Sue reaches down and tries pushing at the younger wrestler's thigh in a futile attempt to get free. One arm is not enough to keep opponent's face buried in her massive chest and Leigh gets the breathing room she's desperate for. The scissors hold on her opponent's leg has distracted her so much that Sue isn't paying attention to anything else. Leigh quickly releases the scissors, keeping one leg wrapped loosely around Sue's right thigh, and plants her right foot on the floor for a massive shove. Just when Sue thinks she's broken Leigh's scissors hold on her leg she finds herself being rolled violently onto her own back. Leigh comes to rest on top of Sue, face still against Sue's chest, but now straddling the older fighter.
Mrs. Ward claws wildly for the back of Leigh's neck with both hands, desperate to re-establish her bear hug on the shorter muscle girl, but it's too late. Leigh drops bare bosom onto Sue's head, her sweat-covered tits slamming into her foe's face with a wet slap. Both women are grunting with exertion and breathing heavy but no one is speaking. Leigh grabs the older fighter's hair and pulls her head up off the carpet just a few inches, but enough to get her own arms around Sue's neck. Now it's Leigh's turn to smother the her opponent and she is clearly relishing her new position of dominance. She hasn't even glanced at me since the fight began but I can see she's now smiling broadly, enjoying dishing out some punishment of her own. Sue's long legs thrash about wildly but with Leigh straddling her in the mount position there is little she can do. In desperation, maybe hoping to roll the two of them over to one side, Sue plants her feet and arches her back, raising herself and Leigh high off the ground. Her long legs produce over a foot of space between her back and the floor, even with my 140 pound girlfriend on top of her. She holds the arch for what seems like an eternity, in reality maybe 7 or 8 seconds, and then the two wrestlers come crashing down hard. My girlfriend retains her position straddling her taller and older foe, smothering her with her bare chest and squeezing her neck with all her strength. Sue tries again to arch Leigh off of her, but this time Leigh is ready. Like a cobra, Leigh wraps her legs around Sue's waist and begins immediately to crank the body scissors with all her power. Underneath her, the older woman's thrashing goes into overdrive. Arms flailing wildly, legs kicking desperately, and what sounds like screaming barely escaping from under Leigh's bare, sweaty chest. Slapping frantically at the dominant young fighter's back, it's clear Sue is in trouble and trying to signal her submission.

"Leigh," I say. "I think she's submitting. I think she's done."

Leigh smiles and grunts, straining to squeeze just a bit harder with those killer things. It's a feral smile, a predatory look, reminding me of a mountain lion jumping on the back of a helpless deer. She's not letting up, and the wild thrashing of her beaten victim is slowing noticeably. Leigh releases her bear hug, pushes herself up off Sue with her thickly muscled shoulders and arms, and stops squeezing with her magnificent legs, instead just holding Sue with them. Leigh hasn't said a word. It's the first look I've gotten at Sue's face and what I see scares me. Mascara running down her face and into her cleavage, a tiny bit of blood in the corner of her mouth, and a glazed look in her eyes. She was no more than a few seconds away from unconsciousness. I have no doubt she had been pleading to surrender, crying and begging, but Leigh was smothering her so completely neither of us heard. At least if Leigh did she kept quiet and kept delivering the pain through torturous fighting holds. It's obvious my girl was enjoying almost killing her bra-and-panty-clad opponent. Athlete against athlete, girl muscle to girl muscle, Leigh proved herself the superior fighter. And while the fight is over, Leigh is hesitating to get off Sue.

"It's done honey. You destroyed her."

"I don't want to let her go yet," Leigh says to me.

Leigh's got an odd look on her face, very much like the sad look her mother had when she finally let Leigh up in the backyard. I understand it now. She's sad it's over. She was so totally wrapped up in beating this woman in a girl fight that she can't bring herself to stop. If Sue is still moving then Leigh feels she could do more to her. Should do more to her. Completely releasing the scissors hold from her beaten opponent's waist, Leigh moves back to a straddle, sitting atop Sue with her beautiful muscular ass perched on Sue's stomach. Hands on her hips, bare bosoms still sweaty, hair matted to her head, Leigh is staring into Sue's face. For her part, Sue is still groggy. Truthfully, I'd love to see my girl continue to beat on Sue Ward. I'd love to see her try some choke holds, a figure four with those massive legs of hers, and I'd even enjoy seeing her fist fight Sue. But I'm afraid that if this goes any farther it's going to go all the way.

"What do you want to do to her?" I ask.

"I don't know. Kill her? I could choke her with her own bra. Or just use my bare hands." Leigh's massive, sweaty chest continues to rise and fall as she catches her breath.

"C'mon, she's done and you win. You almost did kill her."

"If I wanted to finish her, I mean REALLY finish her, would you let me?"