Thank you. Would it be possible to link to the deviant art page? Hostboard's censors have bleeped a lot out here lol.
This was a story request I received on Deviant Art, co-written with my wife. We don’t usually cross-post stories, but someone requested I post this story here with our own account. Enjoy.
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“What was that?” Dylan asked Ali, hearing a terrible crash coming from downstairs. The two young men, both in their early twenties, had just become new neighbors. It hadn’t taken long for them to become quick friends, bonding over catfight comics and shared stories online. It was a normal Saturday, or so they thought, when they decided to introduce their two single mothers to each other. Their plan: go upstairs and find hot catfights, while their moms become quick friends below.
“You ****ing *****!” Ali heard his mother, Debbi, scream from below. “You take it, you cow, you ***** cow!” Howled Dylan’s mom in reply.
“Shit,” Dylan said, standing up, “Ali, I think… I think they’re fighting!”
Ali and Dylan shared a long look, listening to things break, and the sounds of their mothers grunting out in pain and frustration. Curses were traded, and it was clear both mothers were going all out. The yelps of pain and breaking glass confirmed: these women were ripping each other apart down there. Breathing hard, Dylan and Ali felt their ***** rise in stark excitement. “Should we go stop them?”
Ali stood, and stepped his body into Dylan’s. Their hard members met, both standing around five inches long. They were thick set *****, strong, and already throbbing. The men could feel themselves leaking precum, the excitement of the mothers fighting was a fantasy come true. Ali pushed himself into Dylan, and they felt their ***** glide shaft to shaft between their shorts. “No,” he breathed, pressing his nose into the white boy’s, “no, I don’t think we should…”
“Yeah,” Dylan replied, pressing his own nose back into Ali’s. Face to face, breathing, they began to grind *****. “I want to see.”
“Me too,” confirmed the other man. A small cockfight broke out, staring each other down as they rubbed and bumped together. Then, they broke apart. Dylan grabbed Ali’s ***, and the Indian boy returned the favor quick and strong. “Let’s go.”
Downstairs now, both men watching from the furthest stair that could see the ground floor, they finally caught a glimpse of their mothers. Debbi had Dylan’s mom, Ellen, by the hair. Both had ripped open each other’s buttoned up blouses, revealing expensive, frilly bras underneath. The two women, older and more refined than the men, had the body of mothers. Soft, fatty, and strong. Mature, in every aspect, making this contest a contest between two fully realized women at their most skilled and most resilient.
Caramel skin mashed against creamy flesh, belly bumps pressed together as they grabbed at each other, clawing, hissing, and rolling in the debris of more than one broken trinket. Neither of the sons knew why their moms were fighting, they hadn’t heard an argument, nor had they heard threats of violence until the fight broke out. Late to the party, but not missing the show, both men unbuttoned their pants and watched in sexual thrill as their own mothers clawed and bit at the body of another rival female.
Hip to hip, the men were rubbing bodies together. Pushing together for position as they eyed each other out of the corner of their eyes, and kept watch as their moms rolled across the floor. Hair was getting tangled and ruined, hair buns had come undone and were left flowing in curly brown and blonde rats nests along their shoulders and backs. Hands grabbed at hair, pulling and ripping, a savage display that left strands littering the floor with the debris of broken things. The sons were throbbing hard, ***** out now, and watching in rapture. Breathing hard, Ali snarled as he felt the white boy grab his ****. Without a word, he tugged at the man’s dick, wrapping it in his grip and pulling a jerk that made Dylan suck in through his teeth. “Bastard,” he hissed.
“You’re the *******, Dylan,” Ali spoke under his breath, not wanting to interrupt the dueling hellcats below. Mommy to mommy, they continued their catball. Sweaty and huffing in rage, Ali could see his mother was cut and bleeding from nail marks and bite wounds. Ellen was no better off than Debbi. The two mothers had truly laid into each other before the sons got downstairs to see the carnage. It was fast, and brutal. The women were going at it in this struggle like mortal enemies.
“Look how cut up your mom is,” Ali snarled at Dylan.
“Yeah? Yours is bleeding from head to toe, idiot, don’t think your mom is better off.”
“You’re right, she’s not better off, she’s just better.”
“My mom is better!”
“Mine is!”
Bumping into each other, mashing hips, the men still tugged at each other’s ***** with intense grips. “Your mom is nothing, Ali,” Dylan said, twisting the brown rod of his newfound rival, “your mom’s getting her *** beat by mine, we’re going to leave here, your mom ruined.”
“**** you, Dylan,” Ali snarled as he too began to twist as Dylan’s fat dick. The two catfight fanatic sons grunted and hissed as their jerking turned to twisting, making them hiss in pain, before both returned to jacking each other off.
Breathing hard, Debbi and Ellen slammed into a wall in their catball. The sudden hit ruined their grips, and as one the women pulled themselves off from each other. The mothers stared each other down, letting out slow hisses and growls like two cats sizing each other up. “You’re not leaving here until I break every last part of your body,” Debbi said, eyes not moving from Ellen’s own gaze.
“Oh good,” Ellen snorted. “I didn’t plan on leaving unless your **** popped, and your ***** clawed to ****.”
“You wanna claw my *****, *****?” Debbi asked, almost huskily as she scooted forwards on her knees.
“**** yeah,” hissed Ellen.
“Mmm I am gonna cut that weak **** up,” Debbi promised as she licked her lightly bleeding lips.
The sons were amazed, it was as if all their fantasies had come true! In fact, they had written lines just like this together in catfight forums for RPs. Shuddering in pleasure, both men wondered if their moms knew about their fetish, or, if they had even read the stories they had written. The jacking off became slower, more measured as the women spoke. They knew if they went harder it wouldn’t be long before both came. They didn’t want to *** until the fighting began again.
Ellen shrugged off her top, and ripped off her bra. Heavy pale breasts, massive and long swollen with the milk of a mom brimming with fertility. She was freckled, pale, and beautiful. Her ******s were a light pink, and stood out strong and swollen.
Debbi too began to strip. Her body was hot, heavy, and equally fertile as Ellen’s was. Fat brown breasts were tipped with a darker brown pair of swollen ******s. Her breasts were perfect, hung with the weight of motherhood. Perfect, these two pairs of breasts were hanging perfection. Each was well over D cups, and strong enough to hurt when the titfight finally began.
The pants went next, and to both men’s surprise, their mothers were hairy. Crotches and armpits were full bush, brown and blonde respectively. Sweaty and hairy, swollen with fertility, they looked like an even match. Blood dripped from claw marks and bite wounds. Bruises and bits of debris littered their sticky bodies as they both stood tall and began to circle each other. Together, the men began to jack off harder, faster.
Ali watched his glorious mother step her body into Ellen’s. Dylan shook in pleasure from the hard stroking, and the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world clashing against his rival’s mother. Debbi met Ellen full force. Body came against body, and the women stared each other down. They knew what they were doing, they knew this was a catfight fueled by sex and hate. A Sexfight, that would test them to their limits.
“Let’s see how deep you can take it,” Debbi challenged, pushing her **** hard into Ellen’s. Brown and cream mushroomed together, until their bellies kissed at the button. Both moaned softly, before the Indian mother reached out and hooked four fingers into Ellen’s mouth.
Gasping, Ellen slapped Debbi’s ***, and thrust her crotch in. Blonde bush rubbed into the tangled mass of black hair, and they began to trade hateful thumps, bashing pelvis into pelvis, belly to belly as Ellen reached into Debbi’s mouth and forced her fingers inside. Both glared at each other, eyeing down their enemy, as they began to finger **** each other’s throats.
Spit welled in their mouths, stimulated by the throat fingering. Spittle began to spill down their cheeks and necks, dripping and running towards their sweaty breasts. Gasping, hissing, then gagging, the mothers forced fingers deeper, harder, faster, until they were both free leaking spit.
Then, eyes wide, both mothers began to cough. Pulling fingers out, Debbi and Ellen coughed freely into each other’s face, spitting and coughing, trading wetness as their **** rubbed together and spit wet their torsos. It was sticky, messy, and spit began to fly. Coughing turned to straight spitting, just blasting each other’s beautiful faces with wads of thick saliva. Entire strands rolled down, some even soaked their hair as they spat, and spat, and spat.
All the while, their **** were squeezing together. Pressing hard, clashing ****** to ****** as the women pushed and pushed. Sweat and spit mixed. Still, the friction was tight, and neither woman relented as they clashed mother to mother. Claws dig into *****, thighs press hard, and crotches smash together in a battle of sexual supremacy that could go either way.
Grunting and growling, the sons were relentlessly jacking each other off. Stroking vigorously, gripping so tight they could feel a fire on their shaft as the other man tried to tug his enemy to ******. The sight of their mothers having a nasty spit fight was enough to drive them to that edge. Moaning, trying not to yell out and curse, the men tugged and tugged, until Dylan spat into Ali’s face. Shocked for a second, Ali froze, and Dylan was able to spit again. Before long, both men were trading spit for spit, soaking each other hatefully the same way their mothers were doing.
That was enough, neither man could take the stimulation anymore. Stroked to ******, spitting, the pair of fight crazed sons came. Bodies shook in raw pleasure as the ******* rocked them, and the *** flowed out, spewing down the stairs. Wet ropes of white flew, almost nonstop. It was the most powerful ****** either man had ever felt, and neither stopped in their stroking as they came.
Either unaware or not caring about their moaning, orgasming sons, the mothers never stopped their spitting, even as their hands gripped each other’s soaking wet *******. Through the hair, they found each other’s folds and dug in. Fingers sank into meat, and pulled apart lips. Cunts dripped, leaking freed fluids onto the floor as the hands disturbed the mounds of womanhood. Both were puffy, strong cunts. Wet and healthy, made to breed and ready to fight. Ellen and Debbi wanted nothing more than to ruin that for their rival.
Rubbing each other, stopping to claw and twist, before rubbing again, the mothers hissed and moaned. Pain and pleasure mixed, melding together in this wet, messy fight of moms. The sons watched, stroking each other through their *******, as the women mashed guts and **** together hard as they worked each other’s mounds. Nose to nose, the mothers kept spitting, glaring each other down and clashing their noses together as they snarled and cried out in pure sensation.
Body to body, they began to full on finger**** each other. Fingers dug up, curling and penetrating the other mother’s soaking ****. They went deep, challenging each other to take all four fingers, as they struggled and jostled together. Hips and thighs pushing, as spit and ***** wetness flowed all over their bodies. Sweat was dripping from their brows as they rammed noses, bashing them now, nose vs. nose as they bucked and fingered each other furiously.
They called each other names, cursing, hating each other for everything as they went on. Their sweat, blood, spit, and juices mixed together as they battled it out. Fighting, fighting, fighting not relenting in this carnal challenge that felt better than any sex either woman had ever had before. Hate and lust bleed as one, blending inside of the mothers as a potent mix of euphoric feelings that overwhelmed the mind and made them lose all sense of self. Other than the need to ruin and win.
It was red hot, juicy and cruel, and even worse as the moms began to lean harder. ***** pressed out, no longer mashing bellies or bushes as they went at each other. Their **** flattened together, and their faces were pressed so hard the sons thought their noses may break. Arms shot up into cunts, with a loud slurp. Fingers formed into fists, and just like that, both women began to penetrate each other with their full fists and drive their wrists up into each other’s gaping cunts. Fluid spilled freely, wetting their legs and the floor below as they fisted each other to the finish.
No more words could be said between the men. Only snarls, only body clashes mattered now. Their moms were taking this to an extreme neither expected it to go, and they knew well it could end in more than just scrapes and bites. The idea excited them. The violence and carnage of a sexfight this equal, it drove them to a second powerful ******, almost in time to their mothers’ first shared ******.
Spraying squirt and ***, all four of them moaned in rapture, wetting everything with sprays of fluids clear or white. Overwhelming needs and desires shot through them all, mothers and sons, losing themselves to the lust of sexual warfare. It was so much, too much to take, and yet they all wanted more.
Dropping away from each other, legs weak from the powerful ******* and fistings, the moms lay in their shared pool of fluids. Breathing, moaning, and spasming, Debbi and Ellen could barely move for four whole minutes. The sons never stopped gripping each other’s *****. Twisting them, not trying to pleasure, but hurt the other man. Eyes on each other, they breathed in, and bit.
Bite to bite, the sons met each other in a savage display of need. Their teeth ached for battle, and as skin was torn, teeth clashed. The sons shook their heads, like wild dogs, as they went. Twisting *****, biting bites, they slammed their backs into the walls as they did battle.
The mothers watched now, both seeing their sons tug and twist at each other’s rods, and bite fully into the other’s mouth. It was a sight to behold, one that made them both shudder in excitement. The violence, the taboo of it, it drove all four people mad, losing themselves even further to the family vs. family battle taking place.
Regaining their strength and lust, the mothers picked themselves up. Debbi and Ellen shared a hate filled look, and knew what their next matchup would be. They could see the damage they did on each other’s *******, and knew what would hurt the most. Moaning, they slid in, legs parting as they entered into a wet, messy trib. Hair caught hair, blonde bush met black, as their gaping cunts mashed openly together. They were each dilating, pulsing, throbbing. It made a wet sucking sound as the two gaping holes came into each other, moving and flexing due to the fisting each received. Their cunts kissed as they moved closer, leaning up, until both women were **** to **** and sitting on their ***** at the same time.
Close together now, the mothers’ heavy breasts heaved together, catching massive fleshy orbs as they began to grind and smear gaping cunts freely. The heat and wetness made it feel like they were steaming as they ****ed, using all their muscles to trib in a sitting position, they mashed together. Lashing out with hands and claws, they caught each other, gripping and pulling tighter. Spitting, snarling, they ****ed deep, jabbing **** straight into **** as they went woman to woman.
Faces bleeding, both sons stopped their biting to watch as the next phase in the mommy brawl began. Tribbing hard, practically glued into each other, the moms were savage. Sexual goddesses clashed like only goddesses could, aweing the men to their core as their own mothers fought to destroy a rival mom. It was so tantalizing, so wrong and taboo, but so pleasing to the eye. The twisting stopped and the stroking began again in full. Neither man gave the other warning. They jacked each other off, hard, wet, and raw. Both knew they were already at their limit, yet, neither bowed out from this dirty contest of son vs. son.
**** to ****, gape to gape, Ellen could hardly contain herself. All senses were focused there, all her bodily functions ignored as she ****ed Debbi, woman to woman. Smearing *******, feeling the hot rush of pleasure and the stab of pain as their nails clawed and ripped flesh wherever their hands grabbed. It was brutal, lusty, and dirty in a way she never imagined she would ever ****. Then, she screamed in wide eyed horror. Debbi, her enemy, was unleashing a hot stream of **** right into her gaping ****. Crying out in disgust as Debbi glared at her with nothing but loathing, the white woman sobbed, feeling the strong stream of pee fill her hole and wet her folds.
Not to be outdone, Ellen’s own stream came out only a second later. No words were spoken between them as they pissed deep into each other’s gaping cunts, just screams of disgust and shock. They emptied themselves into their enemy, peeing, using the other woman as a toilet in this battle of sexual depravity. Lost to it, they screamed and cried, not stopping until both women finally came again, shook to their core by the pee, and forced to ****** in mutual humiliation.
Sobbing, dripping in ****, the women move away from each other. Wet, messy, and full of rage, they let the other woman’s **** flow out of their hole. Peeing out rival **** from their ***** hole, while their sons watched on dumbfounded. Something changed in the room then, like a bridge had been crossed, and now, neither woman could ever look back. Tears streaked down their faces, running makeup, and making them look all the more frantic and full of hate.
Two hairy, **** soaked mothers charge as one. Bodies clash, **** mash. No longer are they looking to test the other, now, it is nothing but hate and violence. Nails rip into flesh, hair is ripped out, and **** are twisted and bitten in gushes of blood.
Twisting, twisting, nails on breast meat, two pairs of **** are strained to their limit. Howling, crying more, the mommies begin to milk each other, spraying their bodies with blasts of breast milk as they savage each other’s massive milkers. ******s spew, and **** crash down. Pairs of soggy breasts crush each other, slamming, ramming, and smearing even as they claw twist. Hands get *******d away, and soon hair is grabbed again. It is fast, even hard to follow for the sons as their moms go wild in this fight.
A titfight breaks out, hard and heavy. Both women are giving it their all, and spraying each other with flowing milk with each bash of *** meat. Soaked in all fluids, the women just want one thing; ruination. They bash and bash, not letting up until they spill every drop of milk and flatten each other’s breasts.
The strength they put into the fight is too much. Both pairs of breasts grow dark with bruising, and swollen with pain. The swelling continues, the bashing and swinging of *** into *** doesn’t stop, even as they rip out chunks of hair, and claw deep gashes into each other’s back. Spitting, hissing, they clash, and clash, until finally… something pops deep inside of their mounds of flesh.
Milk sprays everywhere, blood drips to the floor, and with one final pounding of soggy, mashed up ****, the worn out mothers collapse on top of each other. Ruined, broken, in a feral draw that would satisfy neither.
The sons, caught in the view, never let up their stroking duel. Faster, faster, matching their mothers in intensity, they try to keep up with the titfight. Jacking each other viciously, hatefully, cursing and grunting as they too feel that limit coming. They can’t take it, it is too much. At first, they think they’re going to *** again… but, instead… snap.
Screaming, both men push each other away, howling in pain as they grab at their broken, snapped *****. Their balls ache, swelling as their ***** throb in agony.
Two battles. Two draws.
Mother vs. mother,
Son vs. son.
Enemies, rivals, who could not get the better of each other.
This was not the end. They were neighbors, and even though both pairs were ruined… all four knew there was a step after ruination. A darker place they could take this rivalry… they all began to plan, to imagine the battle to come. Sometime in the future, they would do this again. Then, they knew, no one may walk out of the battle alive.
Thank you. Would it be possible to link to the deviant art page? Hostboard's censors have bleeped a lot out here lol.
Originally Posted by Rocko23
Request: Mom vs. Mom, Son vs. Son by Sfightseeker on DeviantArt
Request: Mom vs. Mom, Son vs. Son by Sfightseeker on DeviantArt
It wasn't "Hostboard's censors", nobody is previewing and censoring forum posts, there's an ongoing issue with the server software or some such, 'it's been happening a couple of years now. Check with some of the writers who get their stories posted without the problem, they can tell you how to work around it.
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