Repost: Mother-Daughter Grudge Fight

**tr0tz** · July 10th, 2007, 11:29 AM

And another classic repost from the old board ...

Mother-Daughter Grudge Fight
Author: Mr. Cage

Opening:

I grimaced as I listed to my wife, Sally as she shouted over the phone at her estranged Mother. They had not seen each other since the reading of her father?s will. The last time they spoke by phone was two years ago after Sally had heard her mother had finally declared herself a lesbian and started living with one of the women she had been seeing for years before her husband?s death. The conversation had been nasty. This current shouting match started when Sally learned that her Mother was attempting to break into the Trust her father had left for our children.

Sally shouted, ?You lying bitch! I can?t believe you would try and steal from your own grandchildren. What?s the matter run out of beer money? Why don?t you just sell you?re ugly ass for a round like you used too??

I made sure the children were not in the house. Needless to say, Sally and her Mother, Anne, did not have a happy bond. Whenever asked Sally had a laundry list of abuses she attributed to her mother. If half of what she said was true, the bitch should have been arrested, charged and jailed. Sally had left home at sixteen and moved in with her father?s sister. Even then the abuse didn?t stop. Apparently Anne tracked her down and beat the crap out of four or five times before Sally left the state for college.

Anne was a big woman, 5?9?? 185 pounds. Even at 45 years old she was still drinking and fighting. She kept her raven black hair dyed solid. I had seen her only once at Sally?s father?s funeral when she was 43 and Sally was 29. Anne was a tough looking old bitch and apparently now a full-scale bull dyke. There was only fourteen years between them. I don?t know all the particulars, but Anne was married at 14 to Sally?s 30 year-old father. He had thought she was in her twenties; she got pregnant; he had money and it was marry her or go to jail for statutory rape. He paid off her parents and took on Anne (and very quickly thereafter, Sally) as his burden. Sally had nothing but goodwill toward him so he must had done something right, but from the sound of it he should have taken Sally and left the country.

Sally screamed, ?I?m not a little girl anymore, you CUNT. I?ll kick your ass anywhere and any time you want.? I watched as her face turned another shade of red. Then I listened to my wife negotiate a final settlement with her mother.

?I?m not scared of that you fat bitch!? Pause for reply. ?Fine, no rules, no clothes, anything goes.? Pause. ?Yeah, you sick cunt, that too.? Pause. ?Fuck you, bitch. That?s no problem for me.? Pause. ?Yeah, you ass-licking dyke, cunt you can tell me how it feels after I fucking jam my foot up your fat ass and kick out your teeth.?

Seven days later I drove Sally to a bar her mother now owned. The summer was hot and the bar reeked of sweat, other bodily fluids and stale booze. The air-conditioning was not working. It was dingy and disgusting, even by my imagination?s standards of what a broken down lesbian biker bar might be. In the center of the bar under a light was a six by six foot chain-linked cage, anchored to four metal pools that held up the roof. A tattered, stained, one-time white mat covered the floor of the cage. The steel poles were wrapped in stained, foam rubber. It looked like a well-used arena. On close inspection I could see tuffs of different colored hair snagged in the chain links.

Anne was waiting with a smaller woman she called Dash. Anne laughed at Sally and snarled, ?Does your dick know what he?s going to see.?

?Yes you old cow. He knows to stay out of it. Who is your little cunt licker??

Dash flipped the finger and said, ?You fucking breeder bitch, Anne says that after you finish drinking her piss we get you for a fuck toy for a week. How do you feel about that Dickhead??

Having been addressed I responded with what in the circumstances seemed appropriate, ?Fuck you, cunt. I know the rules do you??

?Yeah and I?m not at all worried,? replied Dash.

The Combatants, Arena and Rules:

There were some more pleasantries, but nothing of any consequence. Within a half of an hour two women stood in opposite corners, sweating in the heat, nude and barefoot.

Anne stood 5?9?? and weighed 185 pounds. She hadn?t worn a bra in years, but my guess would be she would have had to use a custom job, perhaps a 50GGG. Her tits were huge, balloon-like things, riding high on her rounded belly. Even at 49, she apparently shared my wife?s state of near permanent lactation because her glands looked full and her dark brown nipples stood out like thumbs from baseball sized pimpled aureoles. Her belly was fat, but not grossly. It grew out from just under her massive tits and retreated a little at the waist; say 32 inches, only to bulge out more softly down to the furry triangle between her legs. She had a black strip of pubic hair that began a couple of inches below her tits, flaring out into a thick patch that obscured her lower belly. She noticed me looking and obscenely rubbed her crotch, pulling back the curly, black hair and opening up thatch to reveal swollen, dark lips hanging heavily around her pink cunt topped by what looked like a thick inch-long penis-like clit. The hair continued down between her legs and apparently around to her asshole. I?d guess her hips were at least 44 inches and her ass was heavy, white and broad. She had stopped shaving her armpits, but thankfully her heavy, powerful looking legs were shaved. Her shoulders were broad. Her arms were thick and powerful. Her hands were very, large for a woman, with big, scarred knuckles. Thankfully, her nails were stubby, unpainted things that rivaled my own in terms of lack of care. Her black mane of hair rolled thick and free down across her shoulders and to the middle of her back.

Sally overmatched her mother in height at 5?11??. She weighed a strong, well-padded, but fit 158 pounds. At 31 years she was extremely strong and conditioned from aerobics, weights and tennis. She also had wrestled and boxed privately as a turn on for both of us for the last seven years and she too had a history of brawling in her younger years. With a bitch like that as a mother, who could blame her? Sally?s figure was a lush 44DD-28-38. Her boobs were lush, rounded gloriously heavy orbs with thick, dark red nipples set in swelling, palm-sized aureole. Her belly was round, but firm. Sally had colored her hair and eyebrows dark blonde for years, but her thick, slightly trimmed bush was solid black. Her long, perfectly shaped legs were strong, steel pythons. I had felt their power more than once in our playful matches. I have to admit she had much of the size and characteristics of her mother, but on the human, attractive side of the ledger. I had marveled at the size and sensitivity of her larger than normal clit for years. On her it was sexy, but on her mother it looked more than a little unnatural. She had strong, red, silk-wrapped nails that she claimed she would use to open her mother up. Her dark blonde hair was neatly cut to curl around her face and just top her shoulders.

Inside the cage in the corners and on the floor were various implements of pain and humiliation they intended to use on one another. I noticed lengths of bicycle chains, thick leather straps, a number of obscenely large black dildoes with what looked to be two-handed grips. Two leather strap-on girdles with what looked to be twelve-inch, flesh colored, heavily studded, rubber dicks already installed. It had taken me more than a short time to get my brain around this, but Sally was on a mission and she was going to do this with or without my help.

The fight was to be fought in an unlimited number of rounds with no holds barred. After a knockout or submission, the winner got one minute with the straps to whip and five minutes with the strap-on or hand held to sexually abuse the loser. Then both would be allowed five minutes to recover. The fight would start again. The end of the fight would only come when one of them surrendered the match after a five minutes rest. After that, the loser would be shaved bald and then be whipped with a strap by the winner?s partner for ten minutes, only to be raped and enslaved by the winner and her partner for the next week.

Round One:

Sally stood grim and determined. Anne smirked and worked on her nipples getting little white drops to appear. She twisted her breast to her mouth and licked them clean, laughing at the disgusted look on Sally?s face. The old bitch taunted, ?What?s the matter little girl, don?t you remember sucking on mama?s titties when you were still fifteen. I beat you bloody, but you sucked them dry and then did a good job licking my ass too. Did you ever tell your milk toast husband about our old play times.? Sally snarled, ?You sick old cunt. Today you pay, bitch. You?re going to pay big time!?

They rushed at each other. I was momentarily afraid that Sally would not be vicious enough for this fight. I was wrong. As other mother grabbed for her, my wife sidestepped and slammed a fist into Anne?s face, snapping her head back. Anne stumbled forward in the direction of her charge and bounced into the fence. Sally stomped her bare foot into her mother?s kidneys. The big woman slide down the chain-link fence, tits swelling between the lengths. The old bitch moaned, ?You fucking cunt!?

Sally reached down on the mat and grabbed a leather strap. Her arm snaked up and down bringing the heavy leather down across her mother?s white back. SMACK! Anne screamed and arched her back. Sally stepped forward and wrapped the strap around her mother?s neck and started choking the big bitch. Anne?s fingers sink into Sally?s forearms. Sally drove her knee into her mother?s back again and again, pulling back on the strap, choking her mother cruelly. Sally took both ends of the strap, wrapped them around one fist and then grabbed the top of her mother?s hair and ripped back added another source of agony. Anne?s red face trembled with fury and pain; her eyes wide open from the pain and the face that her scalp had pulled her skin taunt. Sally shouted, ?How?s that feel, you filthy old whore??

Anne twisted around and her right hand grabbed Sally?s ankle. The big woman pulled and twisted, but Sally managed to stay standing, still choking and ripping hair. Anne squealed as a handful of hair ripped out of the front of her head. Sally snarled in triumph and grabbed another handful. Anne twisted slowly, but surely. Suddenly her paw was moving up the back of Sally?s perfect leg. Sally jerked the strap, but her mother?s hand found her crotch. Sally screamed as the kneeling woman gouged her thumb into Sally?s vagina, while her fingers gripped the curves of Sally?s muscular ass exploring for my wife?s asshole. Sally twisted and jerked away, but Anne was able to trip her.

My wife thudded down on the mat, her near six foot length reaching the other side diagonally. Anne, her neck still wrapped in the leather strap, threw her sweaty body on top of her daughter?s. The savage dyke fell belly first across my wife?s legs and fastened two hands onto Sally?s right boob. Squeezing and pulling herself up by my wife?s big breast she fastened her teeth into its? underside. Sally screamed and ripped her mother?s already bloody mouth away by yanking back on the bitch?s black mane. Anne snarled, ?You could never take in the tits, you little cunt, could you??

Anne continued to maul my wife?s right boob. Squeezing and twisting it. Her fat fingers sinking in deep, gouging and trying to crush the glands within. Anne was a brutal fighter who enjoyed a reputation for wringing out tits while ignoring more typical head attacks. Sally grimaced and twisted in agony, getting one leg out from under. She immediately bridged and pulled her mother off her. Anne held on to the boob and added her knees to the fight by sinking one of them into Sally?s crotch.

Anne?s mouth opened and tried to reach Sally?s nipple. Sally put her left hand under Anne?s chin and pushed her back further. She reached around behind her searching for the chain she was laying on. Not finding that she fastened onto one of the hand held dildos. Screaming, ?EAT THIS YOU CUNT!? she whipped the black dildo around from behind and jammed into and pass Anne?s teeth. Stunned Anne gobbled and found herself on her back, her daughter sitting astride her belly with a twelve-inch dildo being shoved down her throat by both Sally?s hands. Anne gagged and pushed back with both her hands, but Sally had the advantage and leaned forward shoving the dildo down into her mother?s mouth. The look of sheer pleasure on my wife?s face was more than frightening.

Anne tried to reach for my wife?s face and actually did grab at her hanging breasts with one hand, but the downward thrusting dildo threatened to nail her to the floor. She had to use two hands to keep from having her throat ruptured. Anne started grunting and kicking her foot on the mat. Three taps and Dash started yelling break. It was my responsibility to enter the cage and pull Sally off. After a bit of struggle I got my panting, sweating bitch fighter of a wife off her groaning mother.

Sally grabbed a leather strap and started by whipping it across her mother?s heaving boobs. Anne screamed in shock and rolled over, taking the next strap to the back. Sally lowered the whip to leave red welts across Anne?s ass and legs. My wife put ever pound and inch of herself in each stroke. The leather bit into Anne?s fat leaving red and then dark blue marks. Anne screamed and cursed with each stroke. Then Dash yelled time and I stopped Sally after one late stroke.

Sally looked around and found a monster hand held dildo complete with studs. She dropped on Anne?s reddened legs and in one push rammed it hard into her mother?s pussy. Anne gasped and then groaned clawing at the mat in agony. Sally jammed the thing in until her hands were parting her mother?s shaking ass cheeks. Then she twisted it and jerked it back and forth, smiling as sweat flew from her evil face with each stroke. Anne grunted like a pig with a boar on top of her and cursed in between bellowing shouts of pain. Sally was almost gasping louder than Anne was as my wife pumped her arm driving the studded dildo in and out. She paused for a second. Her mother grunted and started to move. Sally cursed her and jammed one hand on her mother?s ass, holding the old cow down. My wife pushed her thumb into her mother?s ass and resumed the dildo pumping. Anne?s grunts turned into pants and moans. To my shock the dirty old bitch started flopping about in an obscene orgasm about ten seconds before the time ran out. Sally snorted, stood and spit on her mother?s twisting body.

Round Two:

Both women were still sweat-covered. Their hair was already stringy and matted. Anne?s face was swollen, particularly her lips. Sally?s right boob was bruised and covered with finger marks. The first round had been as brutal and sadistic as anything I had seen or imagined to that point. My vision was soon proved to be severely limited.

Anne faked a charge. Sally whipped out a foot, which missed her mother?s body by at least half a foot. Anne lunged forward with a straight jab that smashed into Sally?s mouth. Anne?s big, hard knuckles crushed my wife?s lips, splitting open the lower one with that one savage punch. Sally staggered backward into the cage. Anne yelled and tried to do a standing stomp to Sally?s round belly. My wife turned to the side and took the big foot on her hip. Bouncing off the cage, Sally came back with a right hook to Anne?s left eye. Anne backhanded Sally across the cheek. Sally?s wild left hammered her mother?s right cheek and drove the old bitch back a step. Ann?s experience as a street fighter, her power and weight stood against Sally?s fitness and trained skills. Ann?s right cheek split first, then her nose bored blood, then Sally?s nose splattered, then Ann?s lips split, then Sally?s lips opened up fully. Sweat and blood flew as that battered each other like old fashioned battlewagons. Ann staggered back from a wicked uppercut that chipped her teeth. Sally followed with an overhand right that caught her mother on her left eyebrow. The swollen brow split and Ann fell back against the cage and slumped.

Sally grabbed her mothers head by the hair. She screamed cursed and then sank her teeth into the old bitch?s forehead. Anne screamed and bled at the same time. Not finished Sally drove her knee into the center of Anne?s big belly. Anne dropped to her knees groaning. Dash yelled for her to ?Cunt the bitch.? Anne must have heard because she drove her right hand straight up, fingers straight into my wife?s crotch. There was a squish sound as four fingers sank in up to the knuckles in Sally?s sex. My wife stopped suddenly, her mouth formed and O and she then screamed. She stumbled backwards gasping. Her hands went to her crotch as her mother?s fingers slipped out. Anne set back on her haunches bleeding. A smile spread across her swollen, bloody face. ?Fucking little pussy, you can?t take it in the cunt and you can?t take it in the tits. I?m going to toughen you up baby girl.?

The big pig pulled herself up by the chain-link fence and started for my bleeding wife. Sally?s hands came away from her crotch; blood was on her fingers and upper thighs. Anne held on to steady herself. Sally had really almost had the old cow. Anne spit blood at her daughter and charged forward swinging. Sally ducked under the big fists and drove her shoulder deep into hand?s darkening belly. Anne?s breath exploded as she was driven back into the fence. Sally grabbed the fence and started pumping her shoulder into and out of her mother?s lower belly. Anne spit blood on her daughter?s back with each impact. The big woman formed her hands into a double fist and drove them down hammer-like on my wife?s lower back. The impact sounded like a drum. Sally?s legs dropped out from under her and she was suddenly on all fours in front of her mother, groaning.

Anne grabbed Sally?s blonde hair, now stained with blood, and pulled her up to her knees. The big bitch knee lifted the underside of her daughter?s big boobs and drove them up to her chin. Sally moaned pitifully and regained the use of her arms. I yelled, ?Cunt that pig.? Sally responded with a copy of her mother?s finger strike. Anne screamed as her daughter violated her sex. I wondered for a moment what Sally?s wrapped nails were doing. When Anne screamed and drove her fingers in Sally?s eyes I new. Sally was forced back on her ass as she avoided being blinded. Anne stood there her legs open, blood on her inner thighs. She looked at herself in amazement. Sally managed to see threw the red haze and drove her hard heel straight up into her mother?s mound. Anne gasped and fell back against the fence. She slid down it with her arms limp. Sally drove both feet straight into the huge jugs rolling on Anne?s heaving belly. Anne?s monster boobs seem to splatter around my wife?s big feet. Then they rose as Sally pushed upward. Anne?s bloody face and vacant eyes were soon obscured by her own fat bags. The treatment started the milk flowing for the first time. My wife?s nipples had bled white, but Anne?s spurted. My wife was milking her mother with her feet. Anne was helpless. She took the abuse no longer than it took her mind to come back to land in a sea of pain. She screamed her surrender.

Sally was on her with the strap, flaying the skin on her mother?s rapidly swelling and constantly leaking boobs. When she finished that she dragged her mother by the ankles away from the fence. She took time to strap on the huge dildo. Then she placed her mother?s ankles on her own shoulders and rolled the old cow up into a ball. Anne?s feet flopped uselessly over her head. Sally took careful aim and drove the strap-on down into her mother?s puckered asshole. Anne screamed and cried out as the huge black-studded weapon split her ass and tortured her rectum. The look of glorious fury on Sally?s bloody face was beyond scary. My wife took her five minutes with gusto. When she was finished her mother was bleeding badly from another orifice.

Round Three:

I was stunned that Anne stood and shook her head for the third round. Sally was battered and bloody, but Anne was ruined. She staggered forward swinging. Sally boxed her brutally around the cage. She never tried to knock her mother out. She stunned her with head shots and then fired left and rights to the ribs and belly. After the body work, Sally switched to the head again to rock her mother and get the gore flowing freely. Anne leaned against the cage and fought back, scoring to Sally?s face and tits. But my wife was too strong and fit to be stopped now. She started working on her mother?s swollen boobs. Soon red tinged milk was squirting again as Anne?s huge mammaries were milked by savage uppercuts to the bottom, brutal hooks to the side and wicked chops to the top. Dash yelled for the punishment to stop. A group of dykes had gathered and they were enjoying the torture. ?Work those tits. Use your feet. Bust her open. Pop her tits.?

Anne finally fell to her knees. She reached out for Sally?s bloody crotch and then fainted. Sally pleasured herself by whipping the strap back and forth across her mother?s flame red ass. After that, Sally road the old cow from the rear with the strap on. When she was done we waited for Anne to come around, but that was it. The old bitch was finally finished.

Sally asked me, ?Do you want a piece of this??

I shook my head no.

She looked at Dash and then said too bad. Fuck her in the ass. I did as instructed. Dash cursed me from the cage. The other dykes laughed. Apparently, they enjoyed seeing Anne get it from a man. When I was done Sally instructed me to flop her mother over. We managed the nearly dead weight. Then Sally squatted over her mother?s face and carefully pissed in Anne?s bloody mouth. When she was done she turned to Dash and said, ?We?re done here. I wouldn?t have this bloody rag as a house slave. Tell her that pay back is a bitch and that I am that bitch." Then she shaved her own mother bald.

We heard later that Anne had almost died from the beating. She took months to recover to her former status and she never again darkened our door.

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ July 20, 2007 04:56 AM: Message edited by: tr0tz ]</font>

**MikeJV** · July 10th, 2007, 11:43 AM

I remember this, great story! Thx for the repost.

MikeJV

**Chaoswolf9** · July 10th, 2007, 12:51 PM

lol damn sounds like this Family needs Dr Phil!

haha awesome stuff thanks for the repost [img]graemlins/devil.gif[/img]

**tr0tz** · July 15th, 2007, 04:27 PM

What a little family dispute can lead to ... the abuse the mother had to take from her daughter is incredible. In my opinion, one of the best mother-daughter fight stories ever written ... but I'll be looking for more stuff to repost.