Moms catfight and sons cockfight story

[Cheryl007]

I am trying to find the old story where two sons are upstairs in a bedroom talking about catfights when they hear their moms downstairs. They end up on the steps watching as their moms have a nasty catfight/sexfight and have a dirty cockfight of their own. If anyone has this or knows where it could be found please share.
Thank you so much
Cheryl

[rojo79]

Never heard of it, but would love to read it

[Cheryl007]

Hopefully someone here either has it or knows where it can be read. It is a very hot story!

[dan_the_man]

It may be this one, but I don't know the name...

“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 fucking bitch!” Ali heard his mother, Debbi, scream from below. “You take it, you cow, you bitch
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 cocks 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 cocks, 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 cocks 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 cocks. “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 ass, 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, cocks out now, and watching in rapture. Breathing hard, Ali snarled as he felt the
white boy grab his cock. Without a word, he tugged at the man’s dick, wrapping it in his grip andpulling a jerk that made Dylan suck in through his teeth. “Bastard,” he hissed.
“You’re the bastard, 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 cocks with intense grips.
“Your mom is nothing, Ali,” Dylan said, twisting the brown rod of his newfound rival, “your mom’s
getting her ass beat by mine, we’re going to leave here, your mom ruined.”
“Fuck 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 tits popped, and your pussy clawed to
shit.”
“You wanna claw my pussy, skank?” Debbi asked, almost huskily as she scooted forwards on her
knees.
“Fuck yeah,” hissed Ellen.
“Mmm I am gonna cut that weak cunt 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 cum 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 nipples 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 nipples. Her breasts were perfect, hung with
the weight of motherhood. Perfect, these two pairs of breasts were hanging perfection. Each waswell 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 tits 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 ass, 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 fuck 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 tits 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 tits were squeezing together. Pressing hard, clashing nipple to nipple 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 asses, 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 orgasm. 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 orgasm, spitting, the
pair of fight crazed sons came. Bodies shook in raw pleasure as the orgasms rocked them, and the
cum flowed out, spewing down the stairs. Wet ropes of white flew, almost nonstop. It was the most
powerful orgasm 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 pussies. 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 orgasms, as the women mashed guts and tits 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 fingerfuck each other. Fingers dug up, curling and penetrating the
other mother’s soaking cunt. They went deep, challenging each other to take all four fingers, as they
struggled and jostled together. Hips and thighs pushing, as spit and pussy 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. Asses pressed out,
no longer mashing bellies or bushes as they went at each other. Their tits 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 orgasm, almost in time to their mothers’ first shared
orgasm.
Spraying squirt and cum, 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 orgasms 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 cocks. 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 cocks,
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 pussies, 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 cunt to cunt and sitting on their
asses 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 fucked, 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 fucked deep, jabbing clit straight into clit 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.
Cunt to cunt, gape to gape, Ellen could hardly contain herself. All senses were focused there, all her
bodily functions ignored as she fucked Debbi, woman to woman. Smearing pussies, 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 fuck. Then, she
screamed in wide eyed horror. Debbi, her enemy, was unleashing a hot stream of piss right into her
gaping cunt. 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 orgasm in mutual humiliation.
Sobbing, dripping in piss, the women move away from each other. Wet, messy, and full of rage, they
let the other woman’s piss flow out of their hole. Peeing out rival piss from their pussy 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, piss soaked mothers charge as one. Bodies clash, tits 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 tits
are twisted and bitten in gushes of blood.
Twisting, twisting, nails on breast meat, two pairs of tits 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. Nipples spew, and tits crash down. Pairs of soggy breasts crush
each other, slamming, ramming, and smearing even as they claw twist. Hands get battered 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 tit 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 tit into tit 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
tits, 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 cum again… but, instead… snap.
Screaming, both men push each other away, howling in pain as they grab at their broken, snapped
cocks. Their balls ache, swelling as their cocks 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.

[Cheryl007]

Dan! Thank you! Yes this is the one. And you are…The Man!