Mother-Daughter Finale
By Ombar

My relationship with Leigh had ended shortly after we both went off to college. We stayed in touch with emails, little birthday gifts, and always planned to get together as friends, but somehow plans always fell apart. Leigh had a boyfriend at Penn State and I had met Ayn at Georgia so we were both content. Leigh would sometimes send me a racy picture online but we rarely talked on the phone.
Ayn and I were planning on spending a lazy summer at school one year when an opportunity for her came up. 6 weeks on board a ship in the Caribbean doing an internship in Oceanography/Climatology. Yeah, brains AND a body. A week before she was to leave I got a long and rambling email from Leigh asking if I could see her. She knew my situation with Any but she was at a low point, having just ended a one-year relationship with her boyfriend. This was the perfect opportunity for Leigh and I to finally get together, just as friends, and catch up. The day after Ayn left I took off for Penn State.
When I arrived Leigh was waiting for me outside her dorm. It was an awkward meeting for a bout 5 seconds, neither of us knowing quite what to say, but as I took her hands and leaned in to kiss her she barreled into me for a bear hug. Our time apart melted away immediately and it felt like we went back 5 years instantly. Picking me up in the bear hug, she walked forward to the grass and we tumbled back onto the ground, Leigh landing on top of me, straddling me and kissing me like she always did. Her strong, bulging legs grapevined mine and she ground herself into me, groin to groin, her tongue deep into my mouth, arms around my neck demonstrating that power I remembered. Her physique had only improved while at school. She was leaner than last time I saw her, weighing maybe 125 lbs. now instead of the 140 or so she used to weigh, but still thick and powerful. Her bodybuilder thighs were more defined than last time we saw each other and bulged with each squeeze of her legs, as did her massive diamond-shaped calves. At 5’8”, with a 38DD chest and trim waist, she looked awesome. My hands went straight to her muscular ass and she showed her appreciation by flexing it as I squeezed. The cotton gym shorts she had on were paper-thin and the simple white t-shirt both told me the same thing: no undergarments. Rock-hard nipples poked into me as we writhed and fondled each other right there in the open next to her dormitory building. If anyone was watching I never noticed. Her broad back flexed as she squeezed my head with both arms, lats tightening and popping out. She then sat up, keeping our legs grapevined together, arched her back to lift her chest up off me, and reached back with both hands to take her hair out of her ponytail. I saw how defined her biceps had become and she lingered in that pose, flexing her arms and holding her stupendous chest out, all the time giving me a wicked smile. Those engorged nipples threatened to put one of my eyes out if I wasn’t careful! Her long brown hair spilled and fell around her face, long enough to brush against my face, and we resumed our passionate kiss. After another minute or so of that Leigh dis-entangled our bodies and pulled me to my feet, leading me by the hand into her dorm room.
The sex was an energetic affair, just like it always was. Leigh initiated it like a fight, barely pausing to strip off her shorts and shirt as we entered her room. Then she was on me like a wrestler, forcing me onto my back on a quilted area rug in the middle of the floor and mounting me just like in the parking lot grass. I had her 38DD’s in my face right away, taking her nipples in my mouth one at a time, biting playfully, sucking, licking, and caressing, all to the gentle moaning sounds she made. I worked my shorts off and Leigh entwined our legs again, releasing me from a near bare-bosom smother only to pull my shirt off. Before I could enter her she worked her way up so she was straddling my face, her womanhood grinding into my mouth. Taking my head in her hands, she rolled onto her back and pulled me along with her, my mouth never leaving her warm moist cunt. She brought one incredibly thick and muscular thigh around the back of my head to lock me into that position, using her other leg to hook her foot and complete the figure-four around my neck. As my tongue entered her she began to moan again, low and guttural at first, then rising in pitch and tempo. Using those magnificent legs to keep me drawn tightly into her crotch, she again rolled us over, with her once more on top where she could control the tempo. Rocking forward and back slightly, she continued to grind into my face. She would relax the figure-four slightly, then snug it up again. My tongue was deep inside her as she began to buck with her hips, moaning louder with each passing second. I caressed her rock-hard ass and thighs, bringing her to a shuddering climax orally. As she came, she momentarily tightened her leg lock around around my neck almost to the danger point, backing off just before she did real damage, and slid back down to put her breasts back in my face for more sucking and biting. Before I realized it I was inside her and Leigh pulled herself against me with all the power her arms and back had. When she sunk in her grapevine again she was in complete control, and I was not arguing! As she began working her vaginal muscles it felt like small hands needing and caressing me inside her. After another 20 minutes of grinding, pounding hips, and alternating periods of near-stillness, she climaxed again with moans that turned into screams. After climaxing myself I was spent and unable to move. She kept me pinned underneath her massive chest, her arms still around my neck but relaxed, as she moaned softly in the afterglow.
At some point we climbed into her bed and collapsed, sound asleep until the following morning. It was just before dawn when I opened my eyes and found Leigh staring at me, all smiles and sweetness, but with a mischievous grin on her face. Round two was much more relaxed and gentle, again with Leigh on top, but this time at a slow and measured pace. Sitting astride me, she sat upright and I supported her by holding her breasts as she leaned forward. She put her hands behind her head and gave her back the slightest little arch, accentuating her monster chest all the more while giving me a spectacular view of her flexed arms and defined abs. She slid forward and back to a gentle rhythm until we both came together, then dropped down onto me to bury my face in those bulging breasts. We talked, I played with her nipples, and we stayed welded together for a while longer. As the sun came up I steeled myself for my daily run while Leigh made straight for the shower. Just the thought of her naked body covered in soap tempted me to hang around for that, but I was pretty worn out, and if I didn’t go out for my run now I might never go.
The run did the trick for me and I was ready for whatever she could dream up. Our reunion was proving to be even better than our relationship had been. There were no strings attached and no whacky family members to make things complicated. As big a turn-on as watching her and her mother fight and humiliate each other, Leigh was a different person away from that whole toxic scene and a much happier person. So when I got back from my 5 miles I noticed that old expression on Leigh’s face that spelled trouble with a capital T.

“Leigh, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“Ugh, that BITCH is here. I thought I’d never see her again, but she’s here now. In town. She just called and wants to see me to talk,” answered Leigh, face down and staring at the floor.

“You haven’t seen your mom since you beat the crap out of her, what, two years ago? Maybe it’s time you two spoke. Maybe ironed some things out.”

“I honestly don’t know WHAT to expect. She sounded calm on the phone and almost desperate, but I still don’t trust her. I don’t trust myself either. Last time you stopped me from doing more than I did, and it was still pretty bad.”

“Yeah,” I said. “You were getting pretty crazy. I have no doubt you were going to put her in Intensive Care. Maybe worse. I’m not saying she didn’t deserve it. But there’s no telling how things would have ended up.”

“Oh, I KNOW how it was going to end up,” Leigh replied. “I was going to finish her. I was going to make sure it was done, right then and there. She was dead to me before that. I was just going to make it final and kill that bitch.”

“Look,” I said. “If you’re this worked up about seeing her, maybe you should just refuse and tell her to go away. Obviously you don’t want anything to do with you mother. Well, you’re an adult. You don’t have to see her if you don’t want.”

“You’re right, I don’t have to see her. But I can’t just pretend she’s not out there, that she’s not my mother. One way or another, we need closure. Hopefully it’s just a talk. But if she wants to fight me again I’m okay with that too. I’m not afraid of her anymore, and I really don’t think of her as my mother. She’s just some crazy bitch I lived with when I was younger.”

Leigh made the phone call she dreaded, and after a very short and clipped conversation she looked up at me and said JoAnn is coming over now. Leigh had long ago stopped calling her “mom”, using her name instead like she was just some neighborhood woman. I referred to her as Mrs. K, but sometimes I called her JoAnn as well. I had a twisted kind of friendship with Leigh’s mom the entire time Leigh and I dated back home. Not only had I seen Leigh and JoAnn fight on several occasions (Mother-Daughter Tussle, 2007 and Mother-Daughter Redux, 2009), but I was witness to Mrs. K’s fight with the neighbor across the street, Sue Ward (Older Women Fight, 2007). That’s when I got to watch JoAnn bare-chested when her skimpy bikini top broke. I was a 16-year old kid, dating her daughter, and she asked me to attend her wrestling fight with another lady. How twisted is that?! Clearly this woman had a few emotional problems to be so competitive with her oldest daughter that she’d actually vie for my attention. Desperate to hang onto her youth? Garden-variety attention whore? Plain white trash? How about “all of the above”. You might expect this out of drunken trailer park trash, but we lived in a nice, upper middle-class neighborhood in the suburbs. We even belonged to a country club for Pete’s sake! Yet this strange older woman, stunning in appearance, acted like a reject from the Jerry Springer show. And as a young kid I ate it up. I had to hide this relationship from Leigh while we dated, but I would have done almost anything for JoAnn, such was the emotional and erotic hold she had over me. And NEVER did anything happen between us physically. Oh, I dreamed about it. Considered making an advance once or twice. But never acted on it.
Mrs. K. had a body that most girls half her age would kill for. Standing 5'6" tall, weighing a lean and toned 115 pounds, she looked like a runner except for that chest: 40 DD, firm, and usually on public display with tight t-shirts, v-necks, or simple skimpy bikinis. Even bare-breasted, those monster jugs didn’t sag an inch. They defied gravity, and yet they were 100% genuine. Great legs too, showing separation in her thigh muscles and matched perfectly by rock-hard calves. Six-pack abs when she dieted, but even when she didn't her waist was lean and trim. Nice biceps too. I'd compare her arms to Madonna's arms now. Not so big that you'd notice them from across the street, but if she reached across the table for something you'd definitely do a double take. Not bad for a 40+ year old woman with four kids! Mrs. K. absolutely relished all the attention her physique earned her, and most of the women in our old neighborhood hated her for looking so good and for parading around in such minimal outfits. She had the same chestnut brown hair as her daughter but JoAnn kept it short, off her shoulders. Just long to make a toss of her head more dramatic and a better attention-getter. She would show off for anybody, but when Leigh and I were together it seemed like I was her favorite audience. If it got Leigh’s goat, JoAnn would do it.
They had not seen each other or even spoken in several years, ever since Leigh and JoAnn really got into it and Leigh ended up throwing her mother quite a beating. That was Leigh’s coming out, and also her moving out. Leigh thought all that toxic drama was out of her life, but as Mrs. K knocked on her door and walked in the tension on Leigh’s face and in her body told me it had all come flooding back in one big tidal wave of emotion.
JoAnn was wearing a sleeveless white cotton t-shirt, your basic Hanes “wife-beater”, tucked into cutoff denim shorts. Slip-on sneakers, and a black lacy bra plainly visible under the t-shirt. She still looked spectacular, nipples erect in the cool air-conditioned room. Her legs were still toned and defined so she’d obviously been keeping up her running regimen. Same great muscle tone in her arms and shoulders too, so maybe she was hitting the gym as well. Her makeup was heavier than I remember but she was tan and fit.
Leigh opened the door wearing just her red bra and those thin tight cotton shorts she greeted me with yesterday. Having just gotten out of the shower her hair was still wet and pulled back in a ponytail until she could dry it. And again, no panties under the shorts and no shoes.

Like nothing had happened between them, JoAnn swept into the room and said, “So. How have you been? You look good.”

Then to me: “Ombar, could you give us some privacy? We have a lot to talk about.”

Without saying anything I looked at Leigh for a cue and she nodded toward the door. Just her stance told me she was on edge and ready for anything.

“I’ll be next door.” Then to JoAnn, “You look good. How have you been?”

“I’ve been better, but we can catch up later.”

And out the door I went, into the next dorm room that was vacant. Through the thin walls I could hear almost everything that was said, and I was ready to bolt into the room if needed. So far everything was casual and polite, but experience told me not to fall for it. I tried to relax and listen.

“I know we didn’t say goodbye or leave on the best of terms. I’m sorry for my part in that. And I don’t expect you to treat me like your best friend or anything, but I need to tell you some things. Family stuff.”

Leigh hasn’t said a word yet. I can picture her just standing like a statue, staring right through her mother.

“So here it is: your father and I are getting divorced. He’s already moved out and shacked up with some young slut from work. We’re all lawyered up and waiting for the court to settle it.”

Leigh finally found something to say: “Jesus Christ, JoAnn! How long has this been going on?”

“Hay, you had a big part in that, kid. You left with Ombar that night and your father came home later. He saw me lying in bed upstairs, a little worse for the wear, and the whole story finally came out. I suppose it had to some day. But what really set him off was that he thought I drove you out. He said he lost a daughter and blamed me for everything! Stuff that wasn’t even my fault!!”

“Yeah, well,” Leigh answered, her voice rising in volume. “I blame you too. You were supposed to be my MOTHER!! Does that ring a bell with you?! You were NOT supposed to try and steal my boyfriend, you were NOT supposed to beat me up, and you DEFINITELY were not supposed to tomcat around the neighborhood in your fucking underwear!!”

Hearing the tension in Leigh’s voice, I went to the door to her room where they were talking but stayed outside, door still closed.

Mrs. K said, “Okay, okay, you’re right. I was a world-class screw up as a mother. But you were no great shakes as a daughter. You played right along, and you gave as good as you got! And you didn’t have to go as far as you did that last time we got into it. I was really hurt!”

“Well shit, JoAnn. You deserved everything you got. That was for all those times we went at it and you were so vicious to me. And humiliated me, in front of Ombar! You don’t know how lucky you were that day that he was there. I swear, I was ready to KILL you!!”

“Oh, come on! You might have won that round, but get serious! There’s no way you could have actually killed me. I stopped fighting back is all. It had to end, and if we kept it up I was going to have to hurt you bad. You’re the lucky one!”

Uh-oh. The apology is starting to sound dangerously like a challenge. Leigh’s mom just couldn’t apologize and walk away. That crazy gene was rearing its ugly head once again. Dormant for several years, it only took a few minutes with Leigh for it to surface. At his point I have my ear to the door and my hand on the knob, ready to barge in.

“I beat you then, and I can beat you now if that’s what you want. Are you here for a rematch,” asked Leigh?

“No, no. I don’t want to fight you. What I really want is for you to sign this paper for the court. It says that you admit to bullying me and causing all our trouble. I NEED this to get a decent settlement. Just do this for me and you’ll never have to hear from me again. Please? Tell you what – you can hit me if you like, right here, right now. One free shot, if you agree to sing the paper.”

The next sound I hear is paper being ripped and crumpled. Yup, that’s about the answer I expected from Leigh.

JoAnn: “You SNOTTY little BITCH!!”

<CRACK!!> The unmistakable sound of a palm making contact with a cheek.

With that I’m through the door in a heartbeat and I’m just in time to see Leigh land a right-handed punch to JoAnn’s stomach. Leigh glares at me, a visual warning to back off. The left side of her face is bright red, so I guess I know who slapped whom and got this party started.
JoAnn is doubled over with both arms covering her stomach, eyes bulging as she gasps for air. She put up one hand weakly to ward off Leigh but it’s completely ineffective. The younger fighter followed up with a knee to the side of the older woman’s head and JoAnn collapsed in a heap. There was a mouse under her left eye immediately and she had a glassy look that says she’s dazed. She had fallen back on her ass, against the wall next to the door, crumpled to one side. But Leigh was not done. Grabbing her mother by the hair with both hands, Leigh yanked her forward and JoAnn found herself on hands and knees in the middle of the room facing her daughter who stands towering above her, ready to press the attack. I expect another knee to the face, and with JoAnn unable to protect herself it might knock her out cold if it lands square. Instead, however, Leigh keeps the two handfuls of JoAnn’s hair and drops onto her own knees in front of her mother, driving mom down so her forehead bangs hard on the carpeted floor. Leigh has always preferred a wrestling fight to a fistfight so now that she has JoAnn helpless I expect the torture to begin. She dropped down onto her mother, sitting on mom’s head with her gorgeous muscular ass, one powerful thigh along each side of JoAnn’s head, trapping her under the younger fighter’s body weight facing down and backwards. Leigh reached back behind her to grab a new handful of JoAnn’s hair and leaned forward, pulling her older foe’s head up off the floor which allows Leigh to curl her left leg under mom’s chin around her neck. Leigh’s right leg quickly bends around her left foot, hooking it behind her right knee and locking in a very lethal looking figure-four. Using only her incredible leg strength the younger woman tightened the hold and elicits a gurgling scream from her opponent. JoAnn is shaking off her dazed condition only to find herself in more trouble. I take a step forward but Leigh again warns me off with another death glare.
Mrs. K’s face is beet red and bruised, and now there’s a look of terror as well. Not a pretty sight, and with her eye makeup starting to run down her cheeks she suddenly looks old. The mature woman’s hands slapped and clawed at the young, muscular legs wrapped so tightly around her and Leigh cringed at the scratching. A trickle of blood ran down one thigh where a fingernail gouged her. Leigh responds by drilling her right fist into her mother’s left ribs.

<THUD!!>

It sounds like a bass drum when Leigh’s punch lands and JoAnn wiggles and moans. Her legs begin to thrash wildly, earning her a punch to her other side by her enraged daughter.

<THUD!!>

More helpless thrashing about. Mom is gasping and coughing, tears flowing freely now, and she’s still locked in her daughter’s figure-four around her neck.

“I can keep this up all night, bitch!” exclaims Leigh suddenly.

These are the first words anybody has uttered since JoAnn called Leigh ‘snotty’. It’s been a nearly silent battle since then. JoAnn’s strangled sobs and Leigh’s grunts have been the only noise apart from the thumping sound of Leigh’s two body blows to Jo’s ribs. Leigh breathes heavily and is sweating with the exertion of beating up the older woman. I don’t know how JoAnn is breathing at all with the way she’s being strangled, but since she’s still conscious I guess she must be getting at least a little air.
JoAnn has no response except to make choking sounds from between the younger fighter’s massively muscled thighs and calves. Even at full strength I could see no way for JoAnn to break her daughter’s leg lock around her neck. But now the older woman is beaten and weakened to the point of helplessness. Just when it looks like she may pass out, Leigh releases the torturous wrestling hold and stands up. Her mother is clearly beaten, but my muscular ex-girlfriend doesn’t look like she’s satisfied. With JoAnn lying face down on the carpet, Leigh leans down and delivers two quick slaps to the side of JoAnn’s head.

“C’mon you OLD WHORE!! Get up and show me some of that fight you said you had in you!!”

Then Leigh dishes out another slap on the side of JoAnn’s head. Not so much to hurt, but rather to humiliate. JoAnn stirs, gasps and coughs violently, and starts to get to her hands and knees.

“C’mon, MOM!!” taunts Leigh. It’s the first time in years she’s called JoAnn ‘Mom’, and it’s clearly sarcastic, spit out like it’s a dirty word.

“No wonder Dad is kicking your ass to the curb! You used-up piece of shit!! Get your old ass up and fight me!!”

JoAnn can’t even get her legs under herself to stand up. She can push her upper body up off the floor with her arms but her hips and legs remain flat on the carpet. Her one eye is swelled shut from the savage knee to the face she took, there’s blood at the corner of her mouth, and she’s still hacking and coughing, but even now she’s starting to smile. It’s a gruesome sight and enrages Leigh even more. Without a word, daughter jumps on mom’s back and forces her back down flat onto her face. Straddling the older woman, Leigh perches herself on her mother’s lower back and leans forward as if she’s going to apply a chokehold from behind. Just as she’s about to rest her massive chest on the older woman’s back and sink in the choke, JoAnn jerks her head upwards and smashes it into Leigh’s face.
There is a solid <THUNK!!> when JoAnn’s head makes contact but no crunching noise that would mean a broken nose. Still plenty of blood though, and Leigh is stunned. She rolls backwards off the older fighter’s back, one hand holding her injured face, the other groping for the wall to help her stand up. Shaking the cobwebs from her head, Leigh is just in time to see JoAnn get unsteadily to her own feet and slip off her sneakers. JoAnn is still in bad shape and can barely stand erect, but she still has some fight left in her and seems willing to continue the war. Leigh’s cheek is bruised where her face took the brunt of the head butt, however her nose is not really damaged, just bleeding. Leigh’s blood runs down her face and chest, between her big 38DD breasts, and continues to run down her stomach onto her shorts. JoAnn hasn’t bled much but her t-shirt is torn and covered in filth from being used to practically mop the floor. JoAnn has spent most of the fight so far on her face, her huge 40DD’s crushed flat on the carpet under Leigh’s bodyweight. As the two fighters circle each other warily, JoAnn painfully pulls her ruined t-shirt over her head and lets it drop. Her ribs must be hurting still because she can’t stand up straight and she winces as she pulls the shirt over her head.
The two big-bosomed warriors continue to eye each other with hatred from only about a foot apart, neither one quite willing to make a move. Quickly JoAnn breaks the stalemate and throws a punch toward Leigh’s face. She was always the aggressor in past fights so this should be no surprise. But with her sore ribs the punch goes nowhere and JoAnn doubles over in pain before the blow even lands. It ends as a weak, open-handed slap on Leigh’s bra-clad bosom, more an effort to hold herself up than to hurt the younger girl. The pain on JoAnn’s face emboldens Leigh once more and she charges at her injured mother, grabbing at the older woman’s head and wrapping both strong arms around her and squeezing. JoAnn’s face is pulled tight against the younger girl’s chest. Leigh continues to drive forward while maintaining the bear hug on Jo’s head, while JoAnn backpedals as fast as she can to try and keep from being run over by her enraged daughter. Leigh has taken almost no beating at all – only a head butt really – and barrels into her mother like a runaway freight train. JoAnn would have fallen backwards if the two women didn’t run our of floor right then. Leigh drives her mother backwards into the dorm room wall with a crash, chest-to-chest, and keeps driving with those well-muscled legs of hers. The walls are painted cinderblocks with no give at all, and Leigh’s charge rams the air out of JoAnn’s chest in a violent rush. As her ribs compress JoAnn let out a scream but its cut off by Leigh’s left fist slamming into her mother’s mouth.
JoAnn is stunned but not hurt so badly that she couldn’t reach for Leigh’s ponytail with her left hand and swing her right in a wild roundhouse slap. Because Leigh was still breast to breast with JoAnn the slap failed to connect, but Leigh stepped away, hands up like a fist fighter, and reassessed her position. JoAnn stayed against the wall and put a hand up to her mouth, coming away with fresh blood. Her lip was swelling already and her one eye was turning a deep purple where Leigh kneed her in the beginning of the fight. Still unable to stand completely erect, Mrs. K. looked like she’d recovered only partly from the punishment her younger opponent had dished out. Leigh would probably have a shiner by tomorrow too, but her cheek was only red where she took a head butt from mom earlier. Both ladies were taking a breather and probably wondering if the contest was done.
They had already thrown as many punches in this one fight as they had in all their previous battles with each other combined. When they fought in the past, it was mostly about submission and not leaving any marks. They tended to wrestle and that was the fighting style Leigh always seemed pick naturally. Punching and even hair pulling was something Leigh did only after it was done to her. And for JoAnn’s part, that big-bosomed hellcat was out to humiliate and torture. Putting her tits in another woman’s face was a good way to show off and embarrass her opponent, and if it cut off the other woman’s air, so much the better. Using her strong runner’s legs to squeeze plus her toned arms for choking were her other favorite weapons. JoAnn was always more aggressive than Leigh, and I guess it’s understandable for a daughter to hesitate to fight her own mother. So Leigh’s fist fighting stance surprised me here. She was no longer just reacting to her mother’s aggression, now looking ready to be the aggressor herself.
Maybe a minute passed in silence, both women staring at each other, when Leigh stepped up to JoAnn and reached for her wrists. JoAnn pulled her arms away from her daughter’s grasp so Leigh instead went for a fast headlock. With her back to the wall and nowhere to go, JoAnn couldn’t avoid the younger girl and was quickly being subdued. Leigh had her mother’s head pulled in hard against her own chest and was dragging the older fighter back towards the middle of the room. JoAnn tried to pry Leigh’s arms off her neck but she was locked in solid. She tried tripping her daughter by tangling their legs as the two rivals staggered away from the wall but had no luck. With her left hand behind her daughter’s back JoAnn grabbed Leigh’s ponytail and pulled. Leigh’s head came back but she only grunted and pulled the headlock tighter. JoAnn’s muffled moans turned into muffled screams and the half of her face that was visible showed agony. Very little of her screams were getting through Leigh’s big, bra-clad bosom that was smashed against Jo’s face. Leigh started twisting violently at the waist like she wanted to rip her opponent’s head off her shoulders. With her big muscular legs planted like oak trees, Leigh grunted with each twist and JoAnn was yanked around like a rag doll. As her arms and one leg flailed helplessly JoAnn began losing her strength. One final twist by the bigger, young fighter sent the older woman to the floor. JoAnn landed on her back and Leigh followed her down, coming to rest straddling her mother, hands on hips. From her position sitting on JoAnn’s stomach Leigh smiled down evilly at the woman she was punishing.
JoAnn looked up at her foe and realized that she no longer had a daughter, just an opponent, and that she was completely overmatched by the younger and stronger fighter. Forget mother and daughter, this was a primal contest between two rivals, a girl-on-girl fight to the finish. The realization that she could actually die right here, at the hands of this Amazon that had her pinned, must have scared her. Gathering her toned and athletic legs under her for one big push, JoAnn bucked upward with her hips and Leigh fell forward. Jo took the opportunity to grab Leigh’s hair again and yank back with all the strength she had left. At the same time she used her other hand to push Leigh’s chin up and away, twisting the younger fighter’s neck and causing her to fall off to the side.
Leigh got to her knees just in time to meet JoAnn lunging at her. With both women on their knees they met chest to chest with a <SLAP!!>, their bras the only clothing on either woman’s upper body. Both sweating profusely, the fighters wrapped their arms around each other and shoved forward, each trying for an advantage that would let them push the other over backwards. Leigh was just too muscular and powerful in a contest like this, and JoAnn started to bend backwards. Knowing she was going over, and that Leigh would end up on top again, JoAnn stopped pushing. Instead she actually pulled her daughter forward toward her as she fell onto her own back, surprising Leigh and controlling the fall. JoAnn landed hard, but on the carpet, and kept the other fighter pulled tightly to her, still chest to chest. Jo was able to quickly wrap both legs around her foe in a lightning-fast scissors, locking her ankles together and squeezing with everything she had left. Leigh grunted at the sudden pain and her hands flew down to her sides, pushing against the lean, sinewy thighs now wrapped around her waist. All the muscle in JoAnn’s legs was on display as she kept constant pressure on Leigh’s waist, straining for all she was worth and hoping desperately to save herself from another vicious beating, or worse! JoAnn let go of Leigh with her arms and propped herself up on her elbows, her stomach muscles contracting and jumping out to display the six-pack abs she still possessed, watching how her legs hurt her daughter.
Leigh grunted with the strain her mom’s smaller but powerful legs caused her, pushing at the older woman’s steely thighs and then hammering at them with closed fists. But this had no effect, only making JoAnn more confident with each second she kept the body scissors cranked on. A feral smile spread across the older fighter’s face as she relished the pain she was inflicting on her foe. Finally JoAnn was on the giving end rather than the receiving end.
Although in obvious pain, Leigh was definitely not anywhere near the point of submitting, and I doubt JoAnn would have stopped anyway. Sitting up even further, Jo grabbed Leigh’s ponytail again and pulled her daughter’s head down onto her own massive chest, maintaining the body scissors and still applying all the pressure she could. Wrapping both arms around her daughter’s head JoAnn can hold her there firmly and control her much like an MMA fighter in the guard position. The older woman’s well-toned arms flex with the exertion of holding her rival’s head against her bulging cleavage, her lats popping out as well. As Jo’s legs tired from the constant pressure she was applying she began to relax them slightly and then snap the pressure back on. Both girl fighters grunted with each new tightening of Jo’s thighs. Leigh began to relent to her mother’s pressure, both from the body scissors crushing her toned waist and from being pulled down flat onto her mom’s chest. Lying flat on top of JoAnn, she brought her left hand up onto Jo’s neck and slapped weakly at her tormentor’s face with her right. Jo whipped her head back and forth to escape the slaps and to keep Leigh from getting a grip on her unprotected neck. Unlocking her legs from the scissors, Jo kept one lean muscular leg around her daughter’s back to keep the two of them bonded together and extended the other to straight up above the younger fighter’s back. Snapping it down hard, heel first, Jo delivered a painful kick to Leigh’s back. Quickly she relocked her legs back together to reapply the scissors. Leigh shuddered with the impact just above her kidneys, her moan stifled by the older fighter’s chest enveloping her face. Again, JoAnn released the body scissors to deliver two more quick heel kicks to Leigh’s back. More ineffective slap attempts by Leigh because without being able to look up she can’t aim them.
Her mother grins despite the hard shots she took earlier, finally dishing out some punishment of her own against the younger fighter who, up until now, was beating her up yet again. Jo might have talked tough earlier, insisting that she backed off the last time these two fought, but the truth is that her daughter really did win that battle. JoAnn didn’t back off; she was beaten.
Two more ineffective slaps with her right hand missed Jo’s face again, but if did give Leigh an idea of just where JoAnn’s head was. A fast and powerful left fist made contact with Jo’s already bruised right cheek and JoAnn releases the scissors hold. Grabbing at Leigh’s ponytail again, Jo yanks her daughter’s head up off of her chest, ready to deliver a punch of her own with her other hand. Not quick enough. Leigh jumped forward, her big bodybuilder thighs and calves powering her forward in an instant. Landing back on top of her foe, Leigh straddles her surprised opponent, and with murder in her eyes begins raining down punches at JoAnn’s face. When Jo covers up with her arms, Leigh pummels the older woman’s sweaty 40 DD’s. JoAnn cried out in pain as Leigh’s fists landed one after another. As she pulled one arm down from her face to cover her aching bosoms Leigh got in a clean punch to Jo’s already bruised right eye. The breast punches started JoAnn crying and coughing at the same time, begging her daughter to stop with weak gasps. Finally, a punch to the eye shuts JoAnn up completely. From her straddling position Leigh stops punching and leans forward, grabbing her mother’s neck with both hands and leans into a two-handed choke. JoAnn’s eyes roll up and she begins gasping for breath, legs thrashing about helplessly, unable to get any traction. Leigh begins to lift the other fighter’s head up by the neck and slam it back down onto the carpet. On about the third head slam JoAnn goes completely limp and Leigh allows her head drop back to the carpet one last time. Still perched atop her beaten mother, Leigh stares down with a look devoid of any pity. Hands on hips, sweaty and blood-stained breasts rising and falling as she gets her breathing under control, Leigh knows she’s won. Underneath the younger fighter, JoAnn coughs and moans, opening her one un-swollen eye, and croaks out her submission:

“I’m done. You win. Please, no more,” the beaten woman pleads weakly.

More writhing and coughing from JoAnn.

Looking up at me, Leigh finally says, “Get her out of here. Get her to her motel. I don’t EVER want to see her again.” As she stands up Leigh says, “I’m taking a hot shower. I’ll get ice from the machine at the end of the hall. See you when you’re done with HER.” And out she goes, grabbing a towel from the back of her door on her way out.

JoAnn props herself up on her elbows and says, “Ombar, help me up. I don’t think I can drive just yet.”

“I’ve got you. I’ll get you back to your motel and catch a cab back later.”

Grabbing Leigh’s other towel from her door, I get a load of ice for JoAnn from the ice machine. When I get back to the room JoAnn is on her feet and surveying the damage in a mirror.

“Jesus Christ, I’m a fucking mess!” And she actually giggles. She takes the towel full of ice I offer and lets out a loud sigh when she holds it to her bruised face.

I give her my t-shirt to cover her up and we walk out to Jo’s car, me supporting her with one arm around her shoulder. She’s walking o.k. but seems a little unsteady.

“We’re stopping on the way,” JoAnn informs me. “Christ, I need some gin.”

After getting her a bottle of Tanqueray (her favorite) and some tonic water we make it back to her motel. I make her a gin and tonic immediately and she downs it in one long gulp, then holds out the cheap motel glass and wiggles it, signaling silently for a second.

“Be a dear and run a hot bath for me? I need a good soak.”

She drops her denim shorts where she’s standing and pulls the t-shirt I gave her over her head, tossing it aside carelessly. She’s never been shy about showing off her body, especially to me. Then off comes her bra, exposing those gorgeous 40 DD’s she’s so proud of. I can see why, too! Still magnificent, and even bruised and battered JoAnn is a knockout. Just like when I watched her fight the neighbor and ended up finishing the fight bare-bosom. Nothing but a pair of purple bikini panties are covering her now, yet she walks around the room, drink in hand, like she’s completely dressed and hasn’t a care in the world. With each silent step she takes, JoAnn’s thighs and claves ripple with the muscle of a runner. Her enormous bare bosoms don’t sag or jiggle, even when they’re unsupported. Great muscle tone in her arms and shoulders, and an equally spectacular ass. Aside from those jugs, this woman has only about 5% body fat.

She pads into the bathroom to climb into the tub, and as she enters the bathroom she kicks her panties back out into the room where I’m standing. I hear her grunt as she eases herself into the hot tub, then moan low and deep with pleasure at the feeling of the hot water caressing her body.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Take your clothes off and get in here!”