Living Room War, Family Values by Mr. Cage

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WARNING: Beware All Who Enter Here ? If you are not here to read fantasy stories of sex and violence with no regard for societal norms or politically correct guidelines turn around and leave. This is social commentary told via fantasy of extreme violence and archetypes. Welcome to my mental cage fight where unlike some hotels you can check out any time and leave.

Living Room Wars, Family Values by Mr. Cage

I was standing behind the couch trying to keep my hard-on out of sight of my bitch of a sister and the even worse bitch cousins. We had dressed for the pool, one of Grandma?s few entertainments available at her home metaphorically located in East Jesus, Middle America. I was standing behind the left hand side of the wrap around old leather couch that dominated the basement family room. My sister, Melissa, in her slut pink bikini sat in front of me. My girl cousins, wearing even less in white and blue sat on the other side of the couch?s curve. The girls had their feet up and their thong covered fat lipped puffy crotches on display. That normally would have been enough to cause me a problem in my trunks. They had their feet drawn up screaming encouragement and demanding the other shut up. In between checking out crotches and tits my eyes were on the incredible scene on the old shag carpeting.

Mom?s bare feet were trying to lock around my Aunt?s Jill?s wide hips while her left hand wrenched at Jill?s obviously streaked and lightened dirty blonde hair. Mom?s right hand continued to punch her sister in the ribs. Mom was screaming now about her hair. Jill had both hands in it deep and had Mom?s head twisted to the left face pushed hard against the rug. Jill was on her knees pushing down. Mom?s long, thick, curly brown hair already covered the floor. Jill had lost some hair, but she had really outscored Mom on hair ripping.

Both women had started barefoot, with rings, bangles, ear rings, strappy t-shirts cut to show their cleavage and cover their yoga pants covered asses. There verbal sniping during a tense morning breakfast had escalated to a yelling bitch fest after the husbands had left to find the football game on in a bar. Grandma had a tiny old bearskin and stone knife generation television with bent rabbit ears. There was no cable, no internet and when we visited during the summer, no fucking air-conditioning. If it hadn?t been invented by the time grandma was twenty, it was surely wasteful and suspect. I of course had found a work around stealing the unprotected internet from next door, but that is another story.

After a bitchy remembering of every slight either had ever given the other or Grandma, they grabbed for the same stupid porcelain figurine claiming it as their part of the estate. Grandma?s will, last written after losing Grandpa twenty years earlier, had unhelpfully divided what little she had with a simple declaration that half would go to each of her daughters in the hope that they could finally act like sisters. I?m sure Grandma had meant to say loving sisters, but if not maybe she was getting her wish because Mom and Aunt Jill had never been able to be in the same room as long as I was old enough to understand what was going on without unfriendly words or at least looks.

Apparently they had fought until they both got married young and left the house to live with their teenage shotgun husbands. What made it even more fun were that Dad and Uncle John had been football teammates and became lifelong friends. They even went away on their own vacations and hunting trips, but family outings had stopped after three or four disasters, including a fight in a dance club in Key West which ended with both women in jail. We kids got two extra days at the beach as we waited for the judge to approve damages and release them with a stern warning.

After the grab a mutual shoving contest began that naturally ended with the figurine shattering into dust across the room. Cursing and spitting at each other, literally Aunt Jill had spit in Mom?s face. They grabbed hair and started pulling, breaking apart only after Aunt Jill?s hoop ear ring got pulled by mistake. It wasn?t ripped out, but Aunt Jill had grabbed Mom?s smaller ear ring and they just glared at each other seeing who would dare to rip first. Apparently they were firm believers in the Doctrine of Mutually Assured Destruction and pulled back from the brink.

They stood apart. I thought the fight was over, but instead they took off their jewelry and set it aside. Then they agreed to no hitting, clawing or biting above the shoulders. Then there was an agreement to ?I won?t bite you if you don?t bite me below the neck.? Mom said she didn?t need to bite as long as Jill kept her hands of ?my fucking nipples.? Aunt Jill replied well stop using your cow teats to try and smother me.

Both women were large breasted. It was a family trait. My sister and cousins already had big mounds, even the one about to start high school. I was just in junior high and the smallest person in the room, desperately waiting for my spurt of growth. After they ended their negotiation both sets of kids were told to keep their mouths shut and stay out of it as well as ?don?t tell dad or else.?

Mom got her feet locked and shifted her legs just above Jill?s ample hips and clamped her thighs down cutting into my Aunt?s waist. Jill groaned and tried to stand up digging her toes into the rug. As she did Mom twisted and over Jill went hitting on her side, still in the scissors. She let go of Mom?s hair and dig her fingers into Mom?s thighs prying them apart. Mom cursed and ripped at Jill?s hair from underneath with her left hand and drove her right fist into the Jill?s belly. Jill moaned and grabbed for Mom?s fist with one hand. Mom jiggled her thighs, snarling, ?I?ll cut you in half, bitch!?

Jill gasped, rotated her right hand and stuck in between Mom?s legs. Seeing the outline of Mom?s puffy pussy lips and full bush under her light yellow yoga pants now that her t-shirt was rolled up to her belly did nothing to reduce the hard-on threatening the integrity of my jean?s cutoffs. Jill clamped her fingers down on Mom?s pussy and pinched, pulled and twisted. Mom screamed and her legs popped open. She pushed off, using her upper foot to kick and push until Jill was off her leg and rolling to the other couch.

?You pinched my pussy, you fucking dyke cunt!?

?Anything goes below the neck!? shouted my Aunt as her daughters laughed and suggested she give Mom a wax.

Mom climbed to her feet and smoothed her soaked t-shirt down over her ass to her upper thighs. Aunt Jill did the same thing because her white yoga pants did even less than Mom?s to hide the outline of her sex. And, apparently Jill had not been waxed. The women in our family had hairy twats and had to shave their legs regularly.

My sister shouted, ?Strip her Mom and make her cunt bleed!?

That got my cousins shouting back. Both women looked at their kids for a moment deciding I?m sure if they were setting a proper parental example.

Aunt Jill replied, ?I made her eat my pussy the last time I whipped her fat ass in our room. She turned out to be pretty good at it when I twisted her nipples until she got that nasty tongue in just right.?

My cousins laughed. I was more than shocked. I expected my Mom to start screaming her morale tirade about cursing and decency, but that?s not what I got.

?Yeah bitch, well you ate mine plenty of times and more so don?t go bragging about one of your rare wins. Tell you what, when I make you beg this time you can eat me in front of your cunt whore daughters.?

That got all the girls yelling at each other and the others? moms. The fight was back on. As Aunt Jill had turned to tell my foul-mouthed sister, Melissa, to shut the fuck up, Mom had slammed into her, forearm backed by her weight into Aunt Jill?s enormous jiggling jugs. If it had been a cartoon, a big ?splat? would have appeared above the drawing followed by a screaming ?my tits.?

Aunt Jill slammed backwards falling onto the couch my sister was sitting on. Melissa sprang up and climbed over the back of the couch, giving me a full view of her bikini clad crotch and her swinging barely contained boobs. Mom ended up with her right knee on the couch, her left leg stretched out behind her, foot braced in the carpet, her crotch on Aunt Jill?s heaving belly, and both hands ripping apart Aunt Jill?s t-shirt to expose her bra.

Once the bra was exposed, Mom jerked it down under Aunt Jill?s enormous pale white jugs. The big bouncing oblong, fat and round at the bottom were held up by the rolled up bra, exposing two thick, hard nipples, and thick raised bumpy aureole about the size of a half apple. As soon as those brown nipples were out, Mom clamped her fingers on them twisting and pinching.

Aunt Jill screamed and kicked wildly. Her hands went to Mom?s t-shirt and tugged at it. Then she started pounding and grabbing Mom?s tits through the stretching t-shirt. Her daughters were screaming wildly for their mother to get the bitch off her, but neither made a move to help. Mom rode her sister?s body, bouncing up and down on her heaving soft belly riding her expertly. At the same time what she did to those rubbery nipples made mine own tiny man nipples ache in sympathy. Aunt Jill screamed and screamed, then cried and then whimpered.

?Okay, the next figurine is yours. Get off me. You cheated as usual.?

Mom asked me, ?What time is it??

I told her and she cursed, ?The men will be on the way back if they are sober enough to drive. You owe me a muff dive you ugly old cunt. And I say we tell them to go home tomorrow and me, you and the kids stay to settle up the estate with no husbands the wiser.?

Aunt Jill was exhausted, covered in sweat, puffy eyed and her nipples were about twice the size they were when my Mom had first latched on to them. Aunt Jill nodded. Mom smiled triumphantly and stood up. My sister leaped up and grabbed her arm like a referee and raised it.

Laura snarled, ?Melissa you are a cunt.?

?Fuck you slut bag.?

Mom held up her hand. The sound of front gate swinging open meant that the dads were home.

Mom said, ?Everyone on their best behavior tonight. Once we get rid of them we can settle who the cunts are and the slut bags are the old fashioned way. And tomorrow morning when the men leave for home, Jill you will go down in front of me and the kids, just like we bet.?

And so it began. The night passed and after breakfast, we were all in our swimming suits waving from the pool to the dads as they left. Almost immediately the six of us got out and headed for the living room arena. Aunt Jill and Mom were in stretching one piece suits that showed their big round boobs, big asses, thick thighs and the slightly visible outline of their big lipped prominent mound crotches. The girls Jill, Beth and Melissa were in way too revealing bikinis which I had to keep from staring at or the every read bulge in my swim trunks would become apparent. Jill and Beth perched on the back of the couch on the left wing and we did the same on the right wing. Mom had already secured her figure. Then to my amazement she dropped her straps and peeled off her swim suit and motioned for Aunt Laura to do the same.

Then she had Jill lay on her back on the rug. Mom squatted down sitting on her sister?s big boobs, flattening under her pale ass. Mom glared at my cousins and then grabbed my Aunt?s fake blonde hair and pulled her face into Mom?s glisten fur. My sister yelped in triumph as Mom said, ?Eat it you dirty cunt!? Jill?s nose was half buried in Mom?s thick brown bush, but you could tell her mouth was working. Outside of Dad?s stash of porn I had never seen this shit before and I was transfixed.

After a minute or two Mom started grunting and rolling her hips. Her big ass and Jill?s fat tits wrestled and slid across each other as Mom began to hump at the hips. As she got hotter her nipples stuck out like thumbs and her aureole rose up into cupolas on her jiggling breasts. She finally leaned backwards and started fingering Jill?s crotch with her right hand. Jill?s legs started moving and writhing and her feet twisted as she started breathing heavy under Mom?s cunt. Jill?s belly quivered and she began to thrust against Mom?s hand. Every time her fingers emerged from the brown furry slit they were shiny and wet. Finally Mom gasped and quaked. Her belly tightened and released several times and she flopped forward. Her tits flat on the floor, but her ass still riding Aunt Jill?s face. Finally she pushed up, stood as fluids glistened on her thick thatch and inner thighs. She stood over Aunt Jill and posed with a bare foot on the woman?s face. Melissa whooped and I chuckled.

Aunt Jill was still distressed from the fingering but she finally rolled over and covered herself with a towel that Beth supplied. Melissa was shit talking now big time. I could see that Laura, six months older than her, was about to explode, but I didn?t warn her.

Laura snapped, ?Do you want to fight, cunt??

Melissa was ready to go right then, but Mom, who was pulling on her suit stepped between them. This will be for that painting. And no blows, scratching or biting to the face. No breaking anyone?s bones on purpose and no biting off anybody?s nipples.?

Jill finally overcame her embarrassment and snarled, ?Fuck her up baby. Make her cunt bleed.?

Laura and Melissa stood in our impromptu arena. Mom and I pushed another padded couch and a lounge over to complete the four wall. Laura was slightly taller and heavier, but both girls were healthy firm thick bodies with the huge round breasts that ran in the family. Laura?s blue and white bikini did nothing to hide her breasts or the curve of her hairless twat. Melissa?s light pink did even less to hide her body. Just standing there had revealed the edge of one of her baseball sized aureoles. Both bikini tops already had miniature thumbs trying to poke through the fabric. I knew Melissa had been in two school fights in high school and a big group fight in grade school with some black girls at a skate park. I had no idea of Laura?s fighting experience.

The two tall teens glared at each other as their mothers urged them to punch tits or pull hair. For a minute I thought it might not happen. Then Laura snarled, ?Cunt!?
Melissa responded, ?Fat whore!? They leapt at each other grabbing double handfuls of hair, bleached blonde and brunette. Their busts smashed together, then bellies slapped and they staggered around trying to kick each other with their bare tits as they bent back and forth tugging hair. In less than sixty seconds all four breasts were overflowing their cups and nipples dueled. I thanked the gods that my erection was behind a couch.

Melissa squealed as a wad of hair was torn from her head in her cousin?s fist. In reply she drove a knee into Laura?s crotch perfectly catching her as one leg was flailing for balance. The blow lifted Laura a bit and did nothing to help her regain her footing. She fell onto the couch in front of her screaming mother and sister. Beth reached for Melissa?s hair, but her mother slapped her hand away.

Melissa straddled Laura?s hips, knees digging into the plush couch, and held her cousin?s head down with the left and pounded the girl?s stomach right at the bikini line with her right hand. Laura gasped and cursed. Her retaliation was to kick wildly and reach up for Melissa?s swaying half tanned boobs.

Melissa squealed as Laura?s red nails and long fingers disappeared into Melissa?s fat tits. Melissa stopped punching and grabbed Laura?s left wrist trying to get her hand off, but Laura merely pushed upward on my sister?s jugs and shifted on the couch. Melissa squealed again as she tilted backwards and then fell off the couch. Laura tried to hold onto the tits, but they were sweaty and firm and after stretching their limit they popped free leaving red claw marks in the coloring flesh. Melissa hit hard on her back legs spread at Laura?s feet.

Laura sat up and Melissa kicked her in the tits lifted both fully out of their cups, but it was not a smart move. Laura merely raised her right foot and stomped down from the sitting position on my sister?s prominent mound. Melissa screamed and crossed her legs on Laura?s foot. Laura grabbed my sister?s crossed ankles and pushed her legs up and over my sister?s hips. My angry cousin did not stand up as much as she rolled off the couch pressing my sister?s feet to the floor above her head rolling her up into a tight ball under Laura?s not light weight.

Melissa groaned and heaved almost throwing her cousin off, but Laura rode it out and shifted slightly lifting her hips up just to expose my sister?s up pointed pink covered cunt. Using her left hand and forearm to keep Melissa trapped in her embarrassing roll-up, my cousin ripped Melissa?s pink bikini crotch aside exposing two fat lips gaping around a pink wet hole. I managed not to squirt. Melissa squealed and thrashed managing to wiggle her toes and exhaust her limited oxygen. She pleaded, ?Laura, no, don?t.?

Laura snarled, ?Take it slut!?

My cruel cousin jammed four stiff fingers into Melissa?s slit. They did not slide right in. Melissa screamed and her legs straightened despite Laura?s leverage. Laura slide off to the side thudding onto the carpet, her legs against the side of the couch. Melissa rolled over and over hands between her legs screaming. Mom yelled for her to get up and fight. Aunt Jill yelled for Laura to finish it.

Laura rolled to her hands and knees and stood. Melissa was still sitting up against the far couch examining her cunt for damage. She heard my Mom?s shouted warning just as Laura?s right foot stomped down on Melissa?s left boob, flattening it like marshmallow. My sister?s tit looked like an amoeba trying to deform around Laura?s bare foot. Laura lifted the foot to stomp again, but my sister screamed, ?I quit! I quit! She wins!?

Aunt Jill and Beth slid over the top of the couch and hugged their sweaty champion as Melissa cried, one hand on her throbbing tit and the other still trying to find a trace of blood from her cunt. My sister had been whipped and while Laura might have forgotten what came next, Aunt Jill did not. She insisted Melissa eat out Laura, but Laura surprised her mother with a gift. ?No, I want her to eat you out in front of her nasty cunt Mother.?

My Mom almost climbed into the arena to attack Jill, but I grabbed her arm. Instead Laura grabbed Melissa?s ankles and pulled her out flat on the rug. Melissa was crying and begging. Jill slid out of her one piece. Her bush glistened and clumped from Mom?s earlier work. She turned around to face Melissa?s feet, smiled at my Mom and slowly sat down spreading her big ass onto Melissa?s face. Beth helped position Melissa?s nose and mouth by tugging on her hair.

Once seated I could see the bottom of Melissa?s mouth and chin covered by bush. Jill demanded Melissa get to work and when she didn?t the heavier woman grabbed her niece?s fat swollen nipples and began to torture her. Melissa kicked but Laura had her ankles. Her hands grabbed Jill?s big ass and tried to push her off, but Beth pulled them off and held them on the floor. Melissa finally started to work. You could see her chin moving and her lower lip slip deeper into the wet forest of pubic hair. Jill moaned and began to hump my sister?s hidden face. She leaned down until her fat tits rested on Melissa?s heaving belly and began ruthlessly finger Melissa?s cunt and rubbing her clit. Melissa?s trapped feet jerked and curled. She moaned and heaved helplessly. Finally it seemed woman and teen almost came simultaneously.

The three stood over her and laughed. My mother trembled in fury. Melissa just sobbed and curled up in the fetal position completely defeated. They had clearly won the picture and I thought festivities were over.

Beth stepped to the front of the group and pointed at me, ?I want to fight that little pervert!?

?What? I?m a boy! I?m not allowed to fight girls.?

My Mom snarled, ?If she wants a fight, beat her ass.?

My sobbing sister snarled, ?Beat it and fuck it!?

Aunt Jill and her girls gathered to one side and whispered for a bit until Aunt Jill announced, ?He has to take off his trunks because they give too much protection.?

Mom snapped back, ?Then both of them nude! And they can hit each other anywhere, face included.?

Jill shook her head negatively, but Beth ripped off her top and bottom while shouting, ?No rules anything goes!?

Jill demanded, ?No maiming by biting. No gouging the eyes.?

Mom agreed and actually pulled down my trunks exposing my still raging hard-on to my opponent?s laughter, ?Hey, it?s like a dick but only smaller.?

I might have wilted normally, but I think I?d been hard so long that these days the television warning about four hour erections might have sent me to the emergency room. Instead I let my Mom push me to climb over the couch and stand in the impromptu arena opposite Beth. She was slightly taller and looked heavier, but that might have been her big jutting tits and round belly where my belly was flat and showing v-shaping down to where my cock was floating perpendicular to my body.

Beth promised, ?I?m going to kick your balls up into your mouth you faggot pervert.?

Uncertain about what to do, but feeling decided un-gay at that moment so her vile taunt caused no self-introspection. She screamed and launched herself into me fists swinging wildly. We slammed together and sure enough her knee came up for my balls, but Mom had whispered to me to guard myself against knees, feet and hands. Beth was all offense, cursing and yelling while she hit me from every angle with her fists and open hands. She finally grabbed my hair and drove me back on a couch, slamming down on top me. I felt my cock pressed between our bellies.

Mom screamed, ?Fight back!?

While I grabbed her hands and got them out of my relatively short hair and proved our arm strength was about equal. Her tits flattened on my lower chest I got distracted for a moment as she slid down a bit. Then suddenly her teeth dug into hard flesh of my flat chest just above a tiny nipple. The pain was incredible. I heard myself screaming. Beth bit harder and I heard her sister yelling for her to go for my nipple. Somewhere in that pain I heard my voice yelling.

The pain stopped and I looked around. My Mom and sister were disgusted. Aunt Jill, Laura and Beth were laughing and high fiving each other. Aunt Jill grabbed my ankles and dragged me off the couch banging my head. Suddenly Beth?s hairless cunt and ass were covering my face. A firm hand was stroking my still hard cock, while another grabbed and teased my ball sack. About that time I realized I must have given up like a little bitch and now was being fucked.

Nails dug into my nipples as Beth demanded I lick her pussy and stick my tongue in her ass. When I hesitated another woman?s hand squeezed my balls and I started eating my cousin. She started moving her hips and I admit I lost my focus and went to work on her pussy and ass letting her excitement feed my own. I felt like my cock would explode a cruel fist was squeezing it from the bottom.

I heard my Mom curse, ?Jill, you perverted cunt.?

And then my cock felt a pussy for the first time slowly engulf it from above. At that point I lost control and became a fuck toy for my cousin and Aunt. Beth came in shudders again and again, smearing my face with syrupy juice warm and sticky. As she came my cock pumped into my Aunt. She climaxed as well. When all the grunting and groaning was over my cousin crawled off and my Aunt slide up my body. ?Clean my pussy, you little bitch boy!?

I ate her out tasting our mixed juices until she shivered and came again. Then she slide up my face and wiped herself on my hair, laughing at my Mom. When I wiped the drying cum out of my eyes and looked, my Mom and sister looked at me in disgust and I felt it hit me like a bat. I didn?t want to fight again, but if I had to I would hurt Beth bad.

Day Two had ended. That night my Mom and Melissa gave non-stop shit about how I had to fight back and hurt Beth. My sister was full of helpful hints about crushing and twisting nipples, jamming fingers inside cunts and curling them up to gouge inside, but mostly it came to me using my fists on Beth?s face, tits and lower belly. I wasn?t sure I could do it. Beth insisted that I win and then fuck my cousin in the ass so she would hurt for days. All I wanted to do truthfully was watch them fight and whack off.

Mom left for a bit and then came back. She and Aunt Jill had driven fifty miles to a sex shop just to buy strap-on dildos and sex oil. During the drive they had agreed to a family vs family fight, three vs three, only rules no eye gouging, biting something off or purposefully maiming. The winners would be the last ones standing and they would have the right to abuse and humiliate the losers for the rest of the day. The estate prize would be the rest of the stuff in the dining room, all the good china and silverware plus a bunch of figurines and silver framed pictures.

Three versus three, we stood at the end of the tiny arena, it would be crowded. Furthermore we were nude, bruises showed on our fair skin. I suspected since fists and feet would be applied to faces today that tomorrow all six of us would look like we had been in a fight, which amazingly was what we were about to be in.

The women started out cursing each other and I just looked at Beth, my conqueror from yesterday. She was promising to do all sorts of things to my cock and then ass fuck me until I became a faggot for life. Political correctness had walked out the door beside family values and the milk of human kindness. I really was nervous, but my cock was harder for the anxiety. They say hanged men die with an erection so I guess men about to be ass kicked might too.

Suddenly someone crossed the line on insults and the five females rushed across the three feet between us. Fists flew, this time at faces. Hands grabbed hair and jerked. Wild swinging fists in blind uppercuts as heads were jerked down or even knees flew. Beth slammed into me clawing at my face. Once again I was taken unprepared and fell backwards on the couch.

She straddled me and started pounded my face. I could hear the others squealing and grunting, but had no idea how their fights were going. I finally stopped blocking my face and grabbed both of Beth?s swinging fat tits by the nipple tips and as per Melissa?s instruction, pinched the nipple flat and twisted and pushed up. Beth screamed and clawed the back of my hands and I found I was pushing her off my thighs onto the carpet with a thud.

For a second I took in the rest of the arena. Aunt Jill had a knee across my Mom?s tits. But she was getting her face punched by my standing sister. Laura was trapped between my Mom?s thighs in reverse. She was hitting and clawing at Mom?s legs trying to get free. All of them had wild hair, new bruises on the face and body, scratch marks and a couple of bite marks on my sister?s tits.

Then I was on top of Beth. She reached down with her left hand for my hard cock which was poking downward into her belly as I straddled her hips. Her legs were trapped against the couch, folded double with her knees up. I grabbed the hand before it could claw my cock. She reached up and tried to get to my face with her other hand. I let go of her puffy, reddened nipple and punched her in her cursing mouth. After the first time, it became easy to hit her so I did it five more times until she covered her face and started yelling for help.

I looked up and saw Laura had freed herself and was about to lunge for me while Aunt Jill had taken down Melissa and was wrestling with her. Aunt Jill?s knee was now across Mom?s neck and Mom was kicking like she was being choked out. Laura on her knees scrambling forward. She drew back her right fist. I drove my right fist forward and scrambled across Beth?s upper body. My fist hit my older cousin in the nose and stopped her cold.

Laura moaned and sat back on her haunches holding her nose with her left hand. Blood flowed around her fingers. Her right hand was open trying to block any follow up. At that moment I felt Beth?s fingers between my legs from behind going for my balls. I lunged to the side and pulled up on the couch to guard myself. Beth rolled over on her hands and knees, her mouth cut and bloody, but her eyes were glazed over in hate.

Scared I kicked out and drove my bare foot into Beth?s face. She rocked backwards hair flying. Laura slammed into me and rolled me onto the couch with her on top. Her claws ripped at my face and her teeth sank into my upper chest. This time I didn?t freeze. I yelled in pain, grabbed her hair with my left and pulled her head back. Blood from her nose covered her face and dripped on me. I jerked her hair and got my right hand on her long neck. Choking her and pulling hair we rolled off the couch and hit the floor with me on top. I could see Beth shaking her head as she pushed up on her elbows. I was about to be two teamed.

I pressed up and let Laura?s claws scratch my arms raw. Once on my feet I staggered back to avoid a kick and then stomped my own foot down on her pussy. She squealed, crossed her legs and rolled over. Beth was up and stepping over her rolling sister. She didn?t get far. My mom slammed into her and took her down hard onto the far couch.

I looked around. Melissa was sitting on Aunt Jill, choking her with one hand and hitting her bloody face with the other. Laura was holding her pussy curled up against the far couch. Mom had Beth?s hands pinned above her head and was brutally biting the far younger girl?s tits. Not knowing what to do I stepped toward Laura and kicked her in the kidneys again and again. I kept checking, but we were just whipping their asses now. Finally all three were yelling for mercy and the beating stopped.

The three of us were marked up, far worse for myself than I remembered from the fight. Sweaty, breathing heavy, sexually excited we celebrated the victory. Then my Mom smiled cruelly and reminded the weeping defeated of the terms of the battle.

I won?t go into the details, but not many boys learn by watching their Mom how to ass rape a woman to insure her maximum discomfort while still forcing her to climax. I came in pussies, asses and faces for the next eight hours as my Mom and Melissa used their dildos or had their cunts and asses licked. All three of our victims climaxed in between bouts of sobbing. It was a brutal evening of abuse and humiliation.

Tired as hell the next morning, the door rang. I listened from the stairs as a young woman who said she had made an offer just before Grandma?s death and wanted to reaffirm it. She loved the house because it reminded her of her childhood home. The offer was twice what we thought it was worth, but she wanted everything in it, including picture frames. For that amount of money the sentimental value that had caused such mayhem seemed to evaporate. The clueless husbands were delighted. Of course we kids didn?t get a share so all I was left with was the strangest introduction to sex and violence I could imagine as well as a lingering fear that my Aunt and cousins would catch me alone and cut off my cock.

[Ted Mark]

Family fights have always been my darkest fantasy. Family verses family, fighting on PPV to win a house - divorced husband and sons fighting wives and daughters - all ages against all ages.... from AAA League to Night of the Living suburban cul-du-sac... Steve to Helloimred. Thank you [mr] cage. There remains one fight from The Island Series you seem to promise me with and never got to.

[cage]

I know I know. My problem with my longer series is that they sometimes grow so involved and detailed that if I lay off the series I have to reread every story several times, take notes, etc. And as I reread them I find things I should have found long ago. My Big Secret series had the same fate. Hopefully I'll get the bug and lift my ponderous literary ass of the comfy couch and do it. But I know what a lazy ass I can be, so no promises.