As Mothers Watch by an Unknown Author
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As the mothers watched, the two girls prepared to fight. Robin and Tawny had known and hated each for years. The mother’s were Diane and Sandy. Their rivalry went back much longer, going back to their own high school days. The mothers had dated the same boys, tried out for the same spots on cheerleading and pep squads, and generally competed. Diane even ended up marrying Sandy’s boyfriend. (Diane says he was in love, but Sandy thinks Diane got herself pregnant.)
The daughters were eighteen and this was their first formal ball. Their gowns were almost identical, which heated an already intense rivalry between the two. They of course danced with the same boys all evening and each was the center of a rather large group of admirers. They competed to have the best boys dance with them, to have the largest group around them, etc. The two girls glared daggers at each other all night. As the ball reached its close, they found themselves near each other. Catty words were exchanged, glares grew darker until finally a hand flashed out in a quick slap that resounded across the hall. The mothers quickly separated them, not wanting to make a scene in public. The mothers also quickly made arraignments to meet in an hour at a quite place one of them knew about. The girls could have it out there.
So here they were. A house on a lake, empty of furniture, unoccupied till next summer. The women quickly laid out boundaries. The mothers could not cross the boundaries, unless they wanted to fight each other. If one did cross a boundary, she must come in contact with the opposite mother before helping her daughter. At that point it would become a two on two. Until then, the daughters would duke it out one on one. It was agreed that there would be no eye gouging or intentional broken bones. That was the extent of the rules. These girls meant to hurt each other. And if one of them thought she could disfigure the other without retaliation, she would do it. They would fight till one gave up. No pins, no TKO, only submission would end this fight.
All four were still in their three quarter length, formal gowns. Robin and her mother Diane (blonds) in red and Tawny and her mother Sandy (redheads) in gold. All four were impressively built, the mothers going about 5’6” – 5’7” and 140 – 145 lbs with large C or small D cups and the girls being about the same height, 15 pounds lighter and a cup size smaller.
Without further preamble, the girls walked to the center of the room and grabbed each other by the shoulders, pulling and pushing, staggering around the room. They fell to the floor and buried their hands in the others hair, rolling over, screaming and cursing. Over and over, first one way then the other. Now they started exchanging slaps to the face, other hand still full of hair.
The dresses precluded any kicking or kneeing, but the slaps were flying back and forth, as the girls rose to their feet. Finally, Robin changed targets, balling her hand she punched Tawny hard in the belly. Tawny’s breath “wooshed” out of her and she doubled over. She tried to take a couple of steps away but Robin pulled her back with her hold on Tawny’s hair. As Tawny came back toward Robin, screaming at the abuse of her scalp, she was meet by another fist ploughing deep into her stomach. A pull of the hair put her head where Robin wanted it and a hand slashed out at her face. But this time the hand was not open for a slap, but closed into a fist, which connected solidly with Tawny’s face, just between the nose and her left eye. The blow was not quite hard enough to break the nose, but Tawny’s scream attested to the fact that it hurt plenty. Tawny ended up on her ass on the floor, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. She looked up just in time to see Robins kick coming at her and landing low in her belly. Again she screamed out her pain. But she also wrapped her arms around Robin’s leg and pulled to the side. Robin was caught totally by surprise and dumped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, thumping her head soundly. The girls rolled away from each other and collected themselves for a number of seconds.
Seeing Robin rise to her feet Tawny quickly rose also. The two girls now struck a silly looking boxer’s pose. Obviously neither knew anything about boxing. A large number of powerless jabs and a couple of roundhouse punches that completely missed began to frustrate the girls, and the “boxing” match quickly dissolve back into a slapping, hair pulling frenzy. Again they began pulling each other around the room by a handful of hair while slapping with the other hand. This time Tawny tried the belly punch, but Robin saw it coming, and as Tawny cocked her hand back for the blow, Robin snaked a leg in and tripped Tawny, taking her to the floor. Tawny yelped as she hit on her ass, then yelped again, louder, as Robin dove on her and the girls again filled their hands with each other’s hair and began rolling across the room. More and more Robin was taking control of the fight. Finally, Robin managed to stay on top and begin banging Tawny’s head on the floor. Even cushioned by carpet, Tawny finally went limp from the pounding. Robin sat on her stomach and slapped Tawny’s pretty face several times to make sure she was completely out. Satisfied, Robin swung off Tawny and stared ripping the dress from the unconscious girls body. Grabbing the cups of the bodice, Robin pulled down and out like she was peeling a huge banana and ripped the dress right down the middle. She completely shredded the dress and threw it to the side. She then grabbed the cups of the strapless bra Tawny was wearing and ripped that away, taking some skin with it and leaving several scratches behind. Finally Robin looked down at her most hated target and began ripping away at Tawny’s panties, finally leaving the girl clad only in g-string and stockings. Robin rose and quickly removed her own dress and underclothes leaving her dressed exactly the same. She grabbed Tawny by the hair, pulled her to a sitting position and began lightly slapping her face to wake her up. After five or six slaps Tawny began to stir and Robin dropped her to the floor and stood up.
“Come on bitch, get up and fight!” The first words of the fight.
Weakly Tawny stirred and rolled over, looking at Robin over her shoulder. As she realizes how little Robin is wearing, her eyes widen and she looks down at herself. Totally embarrassed, to say nothing of being totally bare assed, she tries to cover up. Laughing, Robin pulls her up by the hair and begins slapping her face again. Having no choice, Tawny tries to fight back. As Tawny starts to come alive, Robin begins alternating her slaps with punches to the breasts, stomach and groin. Tawny’s initial efforts stop a few punches and slaps, but as more land, Tawny’s defenses weaken and soon Robin is pushing her all over the room, finally trapping her in a corner. Robin pushes the now defenseless girl into the corner, wraps her hands around Tawny’s neck and squeezes. Tawny’s hands fly to Robins wrists but she cannot even begin to remove the hands from her throat.
Tawny gags and sputters, trying to get air past the restricting hands of Robin. As well as squeezing, Robin is shaking the unfortunate girl like a rag doll, side to side, forward and backward, banging Tawny into the walls of the corner. Tawny is desperately trying to get the air depriving hands from around her neck. The edges of her vision are beginning to go black and she knows it won’t be much longer before she is out again. The last time she ended up nude, who knows what will happen next time. Tawny is slowly sliding down the wall, with Robin over her, pushing her down. Suddenly, Tawny reaches up and grabs the breasts hanging down in her face. Robin screams and immediately releases the choke. She grabs Tawny’s wrist to try and stop the excruciating pain in her chest. Tawny sucks in a huge lungful of air, pulls Robin down to the floor and increases the pressure on Robins breasts by straddling her, pushing down with all her weight and scratching with her nails. As quickly as that, the tables are turned, Tawny is in control and Robin is the one screaming her lungs out. Tawny twists and squeezes, breastflesh oozing out from between her fingers, and nails leaving little half moon punctures in the breasts. Tawny pulls up, lifting Robin off the floor, stretching the breasts, adding long scratches and bringing fresh screams from Robin. Robin falls back to the floor sobbing and crying. Tawny reaches down, grabs Robins breasts again and pulls. Robin can take it no longer. With a final elongated scream she faints from the pain.
Tawny drops her to the floor and stands, dazed. For a second, she is at a loss as to what to do. Seeing her hated rival, supine on the floor and spreadeagled, she suddenly knows exactly what to do. Positioning herself between Robins legs, she pulls her bare foot back drives the heel straight into the exposed pussy, as hard as seven years of soccer lets her. Robin actually slides along the floor and bumps into the wall. Tawny walks over, grabs Robins ankles and lifts up. She begins rubbing Robin’s cunt with her toes and foot, lightly kicking every now and then to wake her up. Finally, Robin begins to moan and sob, pushing with her hands at the foot at her vagina. When Tawny thinks she is awake enough, she starts scratching at Robins womanhood with her toenails. Scratching at the vaginal lips…penetrating the pussy with her big toe and prodding around…scratching inside and out… Tawny overtures Robin’s cunt.
“Ready to quit yet bitch?” asks Tawny. “If I stop now you probably will be able to fuck again in a week or so. If I don’t stop now…..?” Tawny puncuates her words with a swift kick of the ball of her foot into Robins snatch.
“Well…bitch….give….up?” With each word Tawny kicks into Robins cunt. Robin screams and sobs, cursing and yelling at Tawny.
“No..No…I’ll never give up…OHHH, STOPPPP PLEASSSSEEEE.” The last caused by Tawny grinding her heel into Robins tender vaginal lips. Blood starts to come from the injured pussy and seeing it, Tawny goes into a kicking, stomping frenzy.
Breathing heavily, from both the physical exertion and arousal, Tawny drops to her knees between Robins thighs. She grabs Robins thighs right at the V of her groin and jabs her thumbs into Robins gash. Robin screams and bolts up, hands going between her legs to try and stop this invasion of her privates. Tawny stares her right in the eye, and pulls her thumbs apart. Robin screams, bouncing up and down on her ass…falling onto her back and rolling from side to side…sobbing, moaning, screaming as Tawny works her thumbs inside Robin’s cunt.
“OHHHH, GOOODDDD, PLEASE STOP, YOU’RE TEARING ME APART” screams Robin.
“All you have to do is give…then all the pain stops” croons Tawny, as she continues to pull, push, scratch and twist with her thumbs, inside Robins’ pussy.
Suddently Robin rears up and lunges, her thumbs aimed directly at Tawny’s eyes. Tawny screams and twists away, avoiding the hands lunging for her face, her thumbs popping out of Robin. Robin’s hands flash down to her crotch and hold her wounded sex as the two girls again separate. Tawny bounces to her feet as Robin crawls away, still holding her cunt with one hand. Tawny jumps on Robins back, wraps an arm around her throat and pulls back. As Robin pulls on Tawny’s arm, Tawny’s other hand slids down to Robins crotch. But instead of clawing and scratching, Tawny changes tactics, and begins to rub and massage Robins abused womenhood. Robin is already wet from the combat and though she continues to struggle for several minutes, she quickly responds to Tawny’s ministrations of her pussy. Robin is now totally aroused, and pumping against Tawny’s hand. Tawny’s arm slides from around Robin’s throat and her hand lowers to Robins breast. Robin’s nipple responds to the caressing hand and is soon hardening and pushing against Tawny’s palm. In very short order Tawny has Robin completely in her control, and slips first one, then two fingers into Robin’s snatch and pumps into her with increasing speed.
The mothers are standing on the side lines watching. Robins’ mother, Diane, while aroused, is dismayed by the turn of the battle. She continues to shout at Robin to snap out of it and attack Tawny, to not let that “lesbian dyke” beat her. Suddenly, Diane feels Sandy’s hands pushing her down and hears Sandy’s husky voice in her ear.
“My daughter is not a lesbian, but she is bi-sexual….just like her mother…and we both know how to get a women off, especially repressed bitches like you and your daughter.”
Diane feels Sandy’s hand slid under her clothing and begin to caress her breasts and vagina. Much to her dismay, Diane’s body instantly responds to the touch, her nipples hardening and her clit engorging like a mans penis. Diane can not resist. Her knees turn to rubber and she drops to the floor, Sandy holding her from behind, rubbing her tits and cunt.
“Watch bitch…while my daughter dominates yours and makes her cum.”
Diane watches as Tawny pushes Robin down to all fours, and jambs her fingers into Robins’ box from behind. Robin moans and groans and pumps against Tawny’s fingers. As Diane watches, Tawny starts adding to the fingers jambed into Robins cunt. Finally four fingers and a thumb are being pushed into and out of Robin. Tawny is pushing harder and harder and Robin is crying and begging for her to stop. Finally, with one last push, Tawny’s hand up to the wrist disappears inside Robin, who with a final scream and cry, yells out her surrender.
“Your turn cunt!” snarls Sandy. Sandy has been working on Diane for the entire time and Diane is litterly dripping wet and very ready. Sandy throws Diane to the ground onto her back, pulls up her dress and rips off Diane’s panties. Sandy’s hand makes a small fist and plunges directly into Diane’s pussy. Diane is so ready that the hand slips in with barely a problem. Diane is withering on the floor, pumping up onto Sandy’s arm. Much to Sandy’s surprise, Diane is taking Sandy’s arm inside her half way to the elbow, and not only is she not in distress, Diane seems to be enjoying it.
“Well bitch” pants Diane “John always said… he never fucked you… and I guess this proves it…. If he had… you would know… that he’s bigger than your arm! Now lets see…if you can ….take it.”
With that Diane reaches up under Sandy’s dress and begins fingering Sandy’s pussy. Sandy hadn’t realized how worked up she had gotten herself, till she felt those fingers at her cunt. She inadvertently widens her legs to allow Diane better access, and feels Diane’s fingers slip into her cunt. Suddenly this had become a sex fight between the mothers. As Sandy tries to resist the waves of pleasure radiating from her pussy, she continues to work on Diane. Sandy watches as Diane’s free hand reaches up for Sandy’s breast and begins massaging it through the dress. A low moan escapes from Sandy’s lips and she slowly sinks to the floor beside Diane, as each continue to work the others sex. Sandy is an experienced bi-sexual, but Diane is experienced in her own way. The two rip clothing away to gain better access to tits and cunt, and Sandy almost screams when she first feels Diane’s lips on her nipple. More and more, Sandy is losing to Diane. Sandy can feel more and more fingers going into her cunt, and she if getting nearer and nearer to a momentous orgasm. She already has her arm into Diane nearly up to the elbow. She tries to get to Diane’s breast to suck her, but Diane is already at her tits. Finally, Sandy feels Diane’s fist slide into her pussy. Diane is pumping her fist farther and farther into Sandy. Past the wrist… coming up on mid-arm…past that and to where the arms flairs out with muscle. Sandy is screaming and withering on the floor, bouncing her ass up and down, rolling side to side, pounding her own hand deep inside Diane. With a final scream Sandy yells her surrender and begs Diane to stop, before Sandy’s pussy is split in half. Diane pulls her arm about half way out.
“Finish me bitch. Keep pumping till I cum or else.” Sandy continues her pumping of Diane’s pussy with enthusiasm. She also manages to get her mouth to Diane’s tit and sucks a nipple into her mouth to try to heighten Diane’s pleasure. Diane pulls her arm the rest of the way out, and lets Sandy get on with the job. Finally, Diane lets out a small sigh and pulls Sandy’s hand out of her pussy.
“I guess that will have to do. You don’t begin to measure up to John, but then most men don’t , much less a women.”
Diane lets Sandy go and Tawny lets Robin go. The four women decide that they can’t continue tonight, but being tied they need another match and that all four would fight again.
The End.