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The feud between my mom and Joan went back to high school. They were in their mid-fourties now and had hated each other all that time. There had not been any physical confrontations since high school, but plenty of verbal battles back and forth, mud slinging, and catty remarks. What had brought it to a head was my daughter Lynn beating Joan’s granddaughter (also Joan) in the annual baby pagent. Mom had always said our whole family was better looking and sexier than Joans family, and she said this only proved it. Joan went nuts and challenged Mom to a fight. Mom accepted and the two worked out the terms and conditions. Joan wanted her daughter and Mom’s daughter (me) involved also, but not in the fight, just the aftermath. She figured I was the mother of the brat that beat her darling granddaughter, so she wanted a piece of me also. I swear that if Grandma wasn’t in Florida, Joan would have wanted her and her own mother there, also. She wanted both families totally involved.
Deal was this, Joan and Mom would fight with Joans daughter Mary and I watching, tied up. When someone surrendered, the winner would untie her daughter and the winners would do what they wanted to the losers. The only way to end the fight was for someone to give. The fight would start at seven o’clock and at midnight the losers had to be released. All was agreed and the fight was set for Sunday at a local Gym run by one of Mom’s stud boyfriend/lover’s.
We all arrived together and mom unlocked the door. We had the place to ourselves. A big boxing ring was in the middle of the gym and we all went to it. Mary and I would be tied to the ringposts at opposite sides of the ring. Mom tied Mary and Joan tied me. After that Mom and Joan entered the ring and stripped to the bikini’s they had agreed to wear. They were both big women, but not fat. Large breasts and hips with waists small only in comparison to their hips. Both had sandy blond hair, which Joan wore to the small of her back and Mom to her shoulder blades. Joan had a bag with her which she hung on her ringpost. When mom asked what it was, Joan would only say it had “tools” for her and Mary to use later.
The women circled and meet in the center of the ring. Joan immediately kicked into moms crotch and connected directly with mom’s mound. Mom cried out, clutched herself and dropped to her knees. Joan’s laughter cackled across the ring as she circled behind mom and kneed her in the back of the head, sending her to the mat. Things looked bad already. Joan walked around mom kicking her in the stomach, breasts, side, kidneys, head, where ever she could. She grabbed mom by the hair and dragged her to the center of the ring and slammed moms head into the mat, laying her out on her back. Getting into a good position, Joan stomped on moms tits. After ten or twelve stomps, mom snagged Joan’s foot and twisted, sending her down to the mat. Joan struggled away, kicking at mom and the two seperated.
Back on their feet again, they circled, Mom staggering a little. As they came at each other again, Joan tried for another crotch kick. Mom was exagerating the staggering and anticipated the kick. She swayed back and Joan’s kick missed. Mom caught Joan’s foot on the way by and pushed up. Joan flipped up and landed on her back, with Mom holding one leg in the air. Mom stomped down on Joan’s crotch, bringing a nice scream from Joan. Mom managed a second stomp before Joan rolled over, but Mom still was holding one leg up. Mom kicked into Joans crotch from behind, then again, making Joan cry out. Joan yanked her leg away from Mom and kicked back with it getting Mom in the belly and making her back away. Mom came back in and hauled Joan to her feet by her hair and slapped her silly. Mom threw Joan into a turnbuckle and backed away to catch her breath. Joan moved slowly out of the corner and the two came back at each other.
This time they both went for hair and began pulling each other around the ring. Clumps of hair were coming from each of them and the screaming and yelling was loud and clear. After a couple of minutes, they started slapping each others faces, often and hard. They bounced off the ropes and crashed to the mat, hands still buried in the others scalp, scratching and pulling, rolling over and over. Finally, Joan managed to roll onto mom and straddle her. She pounded mom’s head into the mat until mom’s hand’s let go of Joan’s hair and grabbed Joan’s wrists. Joan pounded a few more times, then ripped off moms bikini top. I thought Joan was going for mom’s tits. Moms tits were noticably bigger than Joans, and firmer, but Joan had always denied it. But instead of going after moms tits, Joan wrapped the bikini around mom’s neck and choked her. Mom was flopping around, tits swinging this way and that, Joan trying to strangle the life out of her. They ended up with Mom on her belly and Joan sitting in the small of her back, bikini wrapped around mom’s neck and Joan hauling back on it. After a lot of struggling, mom’s arms were hanging limp at her side, and she wasn’t struggling at all. Joan held the bikini with one hand and reached under mom and raked her nails across a breast to see if mom was out. No reaction from mom convinced Joan she was unconcious. Joan let mom flop down to the mat, then rolled her over. Her nail marks were visible on moms breast. Joan grabbed mom’s boobs and added a few more marks. I cried as she dug in with her nails and pulled then toward moms nipples, leaving angry red welts and a few long scratchs. Mom just laid there, out cold.
Joan got off mom and walked over to her daughter and untied her. Laughing and telling each other what fun they were going to have, they both went to the bag Joan had hung on the ringpost. From the bag they each took a strap on dildo and a pair of catfight gloves with short steel fingernails. They strapped on the dildo’s, put on the gloves and walked toward mom and me. I was terrified. The dildo was only ten inches, so either in the cunt or up the ass, I had no problem with that, but that bitch Mary was planning on making hamburger out of my tits with those gloves. I know she was. We hated each other almost as much as our mothers did, and she had always been jealous of my tits. I didn’t even want to think what she would do to my cunt with those damn gloves. I looked into the ring and saw Joan shread mom’s bikini bottom with the gloves and rip it away. She scratched at moms pussy a little, then straddled moms belly and slowly reached for moms tits. Mom’s eyes fluttered open just as Joan wrapped her hands around each of moms magnificent boobs. Even on her back, moms tits stood straight up away from her chest.
Joan said “Fights over cunt, welcome back to the fun part.”
She dug her steel fingernails into moms tits. I could see the blood well up around Joans fingers and mom screamed and thrashed. Joan pulled and mom screamed again, and arched her back, trying to lessen the pain. Joan pulled her “nails” toward moms nipples, leaving long bloody gouges behind. Joan was actually lifting mom from the mat by her tits, nails imbedded in the breastflesh like meat hooks.
“I’m going to rip your tits apart with my nails slut, then bite off your nipples!!” yelled Joan.
Mary had made it over to me. She ripped off my shorts and panties and had plunged the dildo into my pussy from behind. With no priming or preparation the pain was incredible. I screamed and started crying. As she was pumping into me, she ran her “nails” down my back, shredding my shirt, ripping up my bra and leaving several long furrows in my back.
“Fights not over till someone gives up, cunt!” yelled mom and punched Joan in the jaw twice with each hand. Bam, Bam, BAM, BAM. Joan flopped to the side moaning and groaning, and laid on her back. Laying side by side, mom smashed her elbow into Joan’s face four or five times. Joan was out like a light.
Mary had not at first noticed what was going on. She was just reaching under me to start shredding my breasts when she figured out what was happening and started climbing into the ring. Mom was kneeling next to Joan, blood dripping from her tits, punching into Joans face and breasts. I yelled at mom to watch out. Mom ran over and grabbed Mary’s hair just as she made the apron of the ring and flipped Mary over the top rope into the ring. Mary hit with a loud thud and Mom stomped her till she was also out.
Mom quickly untied me and we stripped the other two of their dildos, gloves and bikinis. I checked the bag and found some rawhide strips. I hoisted Mary up into a corner and tied her hands to the top rope, laid her legs on the middle rope and tied her ankles. She was nicely spread, naked and quite secure. Mom laid Joan on the bottom turnbuckle, tied her hands to the ring post and her legs to the bottom rope.
I rubbed Mary’s pussy to bring her around. By the time she woke up, she was humping against my hand and moaning with pleasure. I rubbed her till she was just about to orgasm then punched her pussy as hard as I could. She screamed and thumped back into the turnbuckles. I waited twenty or thirty seconds, then I started rubbing her again. When she was again ready to cum, I grabbed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, squeezed and twisted. She screamed and bounced on the ropes. I kneed her in the cunt for good measure. Waiting a while I began rubbing again. This time when she was ready I thrust my thumbs into her gash and pulled them apart. She screamed and bounced on the ropes. I brought the thumbs back together and rubbed her clit with them. I leaned over and sucked a nipple, and kept rubbing her clit till she started to cum, then I pulled the thumbs apart again and bit on the nipple. She screamed but continued to orgasm. With me spreading her cunt lips like that, her cum spewed like a man.
“Um…” I said looking around “where are those catfight gloves you had. Maybe I’ll use those to ‘rub’ your pussy for a while!”
“No..god no, please Carol, don’t. I’m begging you, please don’t use the gloves on my cunt. I’ll never fuck again…please don’t!!!” her begging wound down into sobs and crying.
I heard a scream behind me and turned around. Mom was kneeling between Joans legs, pumping the biggest strap-on dildo I had ever seen into Joans pussy. Mom also had on catfight gloves and was gripping Joans tits, pressing the nails in just a little, just enough to break the skin and make her bleed, but not enough to do any permanent damage to the tender breast flesh. Joan was screaming and crying, begging mom to stop destroying her tits and pussy. Mom just kept pumping. Soon Joan was pumping back, despite herself, responding to the “cock” in her cunt. Mom kept puncturing her tits, leaving bloody little marks all over them. Mom even used the thumbs to scratch the bottom of Joan’s saggy milk bags. Joan started yelling and crying again, but this time begging mom to fuck her more, to make her cum. Mom let go of Joan’s tits and grabbed her hips, really pounding into Joan. Joan was begging and whimpering, screaming about how good it was and she was going to cum, and she wanted more, more, more. Just as Joan was ready to let go Mom stopped and backed away on her knees. Joan screamed and thrashed, thrusting her hips and cunt at the dildo, begging mom to put it back in, to finish her.
“You want me to finish you?”
“YES, YES, oh god Yes, please, fuck me, bang me, put it in, please, please, please.”
“Do you give? Is the fight over?”
“Oh god yes…the fight’s over, you win, I surrender, please fuck me, oh, oh, pleasssseeee.”
“Do I own you…are you my slave?”
“Yes, please, oh god yes, anything you want.”
With that mom slid the dildo back into Joan and started pumping again. Mom took off the gloves and massaged Joan’s tits, spreading the blood from the cuts all over her big floppy melons, tweaking her nipples, pulling on them. Joans breath was coming faster and faster, and she finally screamed and orgasmed. She spewed cum all over the place, down the dildo and onto the mat. When she finished cuming, which took some time, she laid there and cried, totally humilitated by the way my mom had not only beaten her, but then completely dominated and controlled her, making her cum harder than she had ever cum.
I turned back to Mary, as she looked at her mother, laying on the turnbuckle, tits mangled and bloody, cum oozing from her gapping cunt.
Seeing the terror in her eyes, I smiled and asked “Ready for your turn?” All she did was cry.
The End.