“Fighting Moms” by Jaxjag

Two sixth grade boys, Tommy and Scott, were friends for a long time. They enjoyed each other’s company and played together every day. As a result, one was always at the other’s house. Because of their friendship, their families got acquainted and their relationship grew as they shared weekend trips to the beach and vacations together. Tommy’s mom, Joan, was a 35 year old brunette with short curly hair. She stood about 5’3” and was somewhat plump at 135 lbs. Her breasts were also fairly large with large areola and nipples. Kate, Scott’s mom, was very similar in appearance with straight black hair in a page boy cut.

The two women were friends, but they were also very competitive with each other. At first, the competition was subtle. When family picnics were arranged, each woman secretly wanted to pack the most unique and tasty dish. And while neither woman coveted the other’s husband, they did compete for the attention of both men. Outings to the beach became arenas as both women wore the most provocative bathing suits they could find. Naturally, this intensified the rivalry and both women knew it. They also knew that some day it would escalate into physical combat. And while neither mom was experienced at catfighting, each secretly looked forward to the day when it would happen.

The breaking point came at a beach outing on a Sunday. Kate’s bathing suit was the sexiest thing she had ever worn: a skimpy two piece number which could barely contain her round breasts. She laughed and ran on the beach, delighting all of the male onlookers, especially the two husbands. While Joan’s costume was also quite sexy, she definitely felt that Kate was getting all the attention. During a quiet moment when the husbands went to get ice cream for the families, Joan got Kate aside.
“That costume is kind of over the top. Why didn’t you just come naked, you can see all the goodies anyway,” said Joan.
“Kate replied, “I like to show off what I have. Besides, you don’t exactly dress like a nun, either.”
“You’re pouring out of the sides and top of that thing. You ought to dress your age,” said Joan.
“Jealous?” said Kate.
“Of you?” said Joan. “I can take you in any competition you can name.”
“Look, this has been building up between us for quite a while. I want to fight it out with you once and for all,” said Kate.
“I knew it would come to this some day. I’m not afraid of you. When and where?”
“Tomorrow. We’ll meet at my place. A catfight to the finish. Topless, of course, so I can sink my claws into those boobs of yours,” said Kate.
“It’s a date,” said Joan. “Garter belts and stockings suit you?”
“That’s fine. This will be a catfight. The rules will pretty much be ‘do what you have to do to win’.”
The next day was a school holiday. The moms waited until the boys went out to play. Joan phoned Kate, “Are you ready?” Kate replied, “Let’s go!”
Joan drove over. She wore a simple sun dress. She was greeted at the door by Kate, who wore a bathrobe. Kate had a large carpeted basement, and both women went directly downstairs. However, as they got down there, the two boys entered the house. Seeing the door to the basement open and hearing voices, the boys, their curiosity piqued, walked in. What they saw shocked them.
Joan slipped off her shoes and removed her sun dress. Underneath she wore nothing but a black garter belt and matching stockings. Besides her gold wedding band, she wore nothing else at all. Kate took off her bathrobe and she was similarly attired. She also wore her gold wedding band and no other jewelry. The two women looked each other over. They were very well matched, both physically and in experience. They paced their hands on their hips and stared into each other’s eyes, the tension growing by the second.
“You remember the rules,” said Joan.
“Yes. We fight till one of us quits. That will be you,” said Kate.
“What’s going on?” said Scott.
Both women turned, startled to see their children there.
“Well, it’s too late to turn back now,” said Kate. “You kids can watch, but you can’t interfere. Miss Joan and I are going to fight. This is not play. It’s for real.”
Joan added, “And we’re going to fight like women do. That means hair pulling, scratching and biting.”
“Bitchin’!” said Scott.
“Take her out, mom!” said Tommy.
Both women returned their attention to each other. They slowly advanced on each other, their ample breasts almost touching. The air was tense, both women breathing hard, excited and probably a little nervous about what was going to happen next. Suddenly, all hell broke loose. At once, they grabbed each other’s hair and a savage hair pull was under way. They pulled their heads down so that they were looking at their stockinged feet as they painfully lurched in small steps back and forth. Still on their feet, Joan reached behind Kate with her left hand and scratched Kate’s back, leaving red welts. Kate winced and grabbed Joan in a headlock. In an instant, both women were matching headlocks. Their large naked boobs mashed together. Both women were equally strong and they began to perspire, making it difficult to maintain the grip. Kate tripped Joan and both women fell to the floor. In the meantime, both children were rooting their moms on. “Get on top of her, mom!” yelled Tommy.
The two women rolled over and over across the floor, pulling hair and scratching whatever they could find to scratch. Neither would gain an advantage for long. Scott noticed that if his mom pulled Joan’s hair straight back, it was painful and Joan would release whatever hold she had to try to remove Kate’s hands. So Scott would shout, “Pull her hair back, mom! Scratch her!” In the meantime, when they weren’t kicking at each other, the women scissored each other’s legs, excited at the feel of the nylon and the flesh.
What happened next shocked the boys. Joan went for Kate’s breasts, grabbing them and twisting them. Kate screamed. Tommy shouted, “Way to go, mom!” while Scott cried out “Come on mom, get out of it!”
In retaliation, Kate grabbed Joan’s ample breasts and the fight got really dirty. The two women scratched and twisted each others breasts, screaming and cursing as they did so. The stockinged legs scissored and kicked up in the air as they squirmed along the floor. Although the boys didn’t understand what exactly was going on, never having seen tactics like this in a fight, each stoutly cheered his mother on.
Locked in their hold, the women’s pussies began to rub together. Both women had the same thought simultaneously. Their left hands shot down between their legs and they began to maul each other’s cunts, scratching and pulling the hair. Joan bit into Kate’s shoulder to try to ease the pain. And with their right hands both women brutally pulled hair. Neither would give up.
Seeing the pain their moms were in, the boys jumped in, and with great difficulty, pulled them apart. The women separated, breathing heavily. “Are you OK?” each son asked his mom. Kate had deep scratch marks on her breasts and on her back and arms. Her hair was a mess and she was bleeding from where Joan had bitten her. Joan was in no better shape. She also sported battle wounds and scratches, particularly on her breasts. Finally, Kate said, “I think you better go now.” Joan replied, “Yes, but this isn’t over yet.” Kate said, “You bet it’s not, bitch.” Joan said, “Just call me and tell me when you’re ready.”
Joan slipped her sun dress and shoes back on. As Tommy walked her to the car, he said, “You were great, mom.” Joan told her son, “There was no way I was going to lose to her. A little longer and I would have made her give up.” At the same time, Scott was telling his mom, “I didn’t know you could fight like that. I know you would have won.” Kate said, “Next time I will!” And both women told their sons, “And don’t tell your father about this!”
There was no doubt there would be a rematch. And soon. Both women had tested the other and learned a lot about what they were made of. Both were very sore, but while they nursed their wounds, they planned what they would do when next they met.
And both boys had memories that would be the source of a life time of fantasies.