: Mom fights Leslie
: by Fanman

: The first time my mom visited my at college, everybody thought she was my girlfriend from back home and called me a lucky bastard to have girl like her. Of course they are right. Mom is thirty eight and looks eightteen. Well ok, twenty two? twenty four tops. She?s 5?8? tall, 140 lbs, 38D-27-37, spectacularly blond and absolutely gorgeous. I know her measurements from talking to my younger sister (never my little sister). She and mom swap clothes all the time. Joan, my sister, is 130 lbs and 36C-26-36. Not bad for seventeen. I can?t tell you the number of friends I have had to warn off my sister. I mean she?s still jail bait, and she?s looked like this, except for the bust size and height, since she was fourteen. If mom is what my sister has to look forward too, she?s got it made. Dad was fifty when he married mom (she was nineteen). He was sixty five when he died and the unkind say it was fifteen years of sex with mom that killed him. Well I don?t know about that, but they tell me it took three morticians to get the smile off his face for an open casket funeral. And, in fifteen years of marriage, there was not even a hint of mom getting some on the side. That?s the kind of person she is.

: The only problem with looking the way mom, and for that matter Joan, does, is you tend get what you want, when you want it, from any man who happens to be around. In other words, spoiled. Neither of them is rude about it or even do it conciously, its just a fact of life. They are used to it, and get downright pissed when they are denied. I guess that?s what lead to the trouble.

: Mom was dating this guy Rusty. OK, Ronald Jacob Abernathy III. Old family, filthy rich, very powerfull. Real good looking guy too, and only four years older that mom. Actually dating is not a strong enough word for what they had. They lived together. Well, that?s not true either. They each had there own lives, it just seemed like he spent half of his life at our house. Anyway, during my senior year of college mom found out where he spent the other half of his life. Leslie Ann Wardner. Another old family, not as rich and no power at all. She was just as gorgeous as mom, same age, same height, 5 lbs lighter and a cup size smaller. His family liked her and wanted him to marry her. He liked her, but didn?t want to marry her. He liked mom too, but didn?t want to marry her either. He liked things the way they were. Mom was athletic, adventous, full of life and sexually active. Leslie was aristocratic, hauty, fit in with his relatives and also was sexually active. Like mom Leslie had children from a previous marriage, so Rusty would never have to worry about babies no matter who he ended up with, if he ended up with either one. Also like mom Leslie was spoiled about getting her way from men.

: The shit hit the fan when they found out about each other. Rusty got them together, hoping something could be worked out. I think he had fantasies about three ways. Bad idea. The women took an instant dislike to one another, and a fight almost started right there at Rusty?s house. Dislike, hell they hated each other. Leslie took it as a personnal affront that Rusty could have sex with ?a blousy, slut? like mom. Mom couldn?t believe that Rusty would have sex with a hauty prude like Leslie. Leslie said she?d show mom how much of a prude she was by beating the shit out of her. This took mom completely by surprise to say nothing of Rusty. Never had he ever heard Leslie talk like that. Anyway, after a lot of insults and verbal abuse back and forth, Leslie challanged mom to a catfight. Mom immediatelly accepted. Rusty was delighted. Leslie had fire in her eyes and told mom that she meant a real catfight, with biting, scratching, hair pulling, the whole works. The only rule was no intentional fatal blows or holds. Mom said fine with her. Then Leslie looked mom right in the eye and said the object of the fight would be to destroy the other women. She wanted the fight to go on till the winner said it was over. Leslie told mom that she fully intended on pounding or scratching moms clit to jelly, scratching her tits into hamburger and pounding them till they were destroyed. Mom told us later she was a little worried, but accepted. Leslie had one more bomb for them, she wanted her children and mom?s to watch so everyone would know it was a fair fight. Turns out she has two children same age and sex as Joan and I. Mom said fine with her, but mom wasn?t to blame if Leslie?s bastards got the shit beat out of them too.

: Rusty rented a gym and we all meet their on a Saturday morning. I instantly hated my opposite number, Rod. Real prick. But the daughter, Kimberly, looked fuckable. Just as pretty as Joan and just as well built. If this thing degenerated into a free-for-all, Kim and Joan might put on quite the show. If I could finish off Rod quickly, I could sit back and watch. With two years of Judo, a year of boxing and a year of Karate, I thought I could handle him. Of course Rusty was there, but vowed not to interfere with any fights, in or out of the ring. He also made all of us promise not to interfere with what went on in the ring. None of us could intrefere unless someones life was in danger. Both women told us the same thing. We were to stay out of it no matter what. Joan and I agreed reluctanly.

: Each group went to an opposite corner, and mom and Leslie climbed into the ring. Mom pulled a pair of gloves from a bag she had slung to the ring post and put them on. Leslie did the same. I looked hard are the gloves. They looked like the palms were real rough, almost like sandpaper, and there were no finger tips, so the womens nails were uncovered. I had watched mom sharpen her finger and toe nails. I assumed Leslie had done the same. Rusty had dictacted the clothes the women would wear. I guess he wanted them to wear something he would like to see ripped off of them. It was no way for children to see their mothers, but each woman wore thong panties, a push up bra and a sleveless/buttonless shirt tied below the breasts. Mom didn?t need any push up bra and the thing she had on made her look twice her normal size. Leslie looked ok but nothing as desirable as mom, and you could see she knew it. She glared at mom with hate in her eyes and we all knew, that given the chance, she would destroy mom?s sexuality if she could. The mere thought of her nails, inside mom?s vagina, scratching her way out sent shivers up my spine. If she got her nails anywhere near moms clit, she would tear it up and possibly tear it out. Mom said that for her side, she was going to do the same thing. It was the only way to end the fight, and this woman deserved to be sexually destroyed. Mom said she had no problem biting her nipples and pounding her tits flat. She didn?t think she would go so far as to rip out the woman?s clit, but she definitely would scratch the shit out of it, as well as scratch up the inside of her p#ssy.

: Rusty asked each woman if she was ready, and the fight was on.

: The woman went right to each other and locked hands. They pulled each other around the ring, arms waving in the air, trying to send each other to the mat. Mom pushed Leslie all over the ring and it looked like she was the stronger of the two. She easily pushed Leslie into a corner and slapped her face three times hard. The rough surface of the glove seemed to abraid the skin a little more than a slap usually would, and Leslie let out groans with each slap. Leslie?s face took on an odd molted appearance and turned red. Mom grabbed Leslie?s hair and slammed her into the turnbuckles three or four times. Then mom threw her out into the center of the ring. Leslie hit the mat and rolled into the ropes on the other side. She slowly got to her feet and they circled each other.

: This time they went for hair. Each grabbed hold and pulled for all she was worth. Leslie seemed to be in control this time and was able to manuver mom into a corner. Leslie slammed mom into the turnbuckle twice and slapped her half a dozen times. Now mom was the one groaning as Leslie?s glove encased hand smashed into moms beautiful face. Leslie quickly switched to punching into mom?s belly. Two, four, five, six punches. Mom started to sag in the corner, but Leslie was also starting to flag. She paused to catch her breath and Mom rammed her shoulder into Leslie?s chest, driving her back and allowing mom to escape the corner. Again they circled.

: Leslie clawed her talons and slashed at mom but missed. Mom slashed back and ripped Leslie?s shirt almost off her. They circled again and Leslie moved to slash, but it was a fake. When mom moved to avoid she ran straight into the real slash, catching her across the belly. Two bloody scratches and two red welts sundenly appeared on mom?s stomach. She screamed and backed up a step to look down, then came back in. A dozen passes later, Leslie had no shirt, two deep scratches across her belly and one on her left arm. Mom?s shirt was in tatters and she had another cut on her stomach, one on her left arm and two across her upper breasts. Both were panting and had tears on their cheeks. Mom started another pass. She was sluggish and Leslie saw her chance. She stepped inside moms swipe and slashed at moms face. She connects and mom screams, spinning away to the ropes. Leslie?s nails had not pierced the skin but mom had two long red welts on her left cheek. She is slightly bent over holding the top rope and checking her face. Leslie comes up on mom from behind. She grabs moms hips and slams her knee between moms legs, connecting solidly with mom?s mound. Mom?s shriek echos from the walls. She drops to her knees, puts her hands between her legs and falls to her side, keening and moaning, rolling from side to side. Leslie stands over her, hands on her knees, catching her breath. Talking to her daughter outside the ring and laughing, Leslie grabs mom?s feet and pulls them straight up.

: ?I?ll bet even you can figure out what?s next, you stupid bitch!? yells Leslie at mom.
: ?Noooo?.please no more?not my pussy, please? from this I take it mom is about done.

: Leslie looks at her seventeen year old daughter and says ?This is how you take care of lowborn scum.? And stomps her foot into moms pussy. Mom screams and begs for Leslie to stop, but Leslie just sneers and stomps again. Three times she stomps moms pussy. Something must have ripped because blood comes from mom?s cunt. Not much, but it is visible. Leslie drops moms legs and goes to her knees beside mom. She proceeds to rip away the rest of mom?s shirt, bra and thong.

: Saying to her daughter ?Watch this baby.? Leslie drags mom to her feet by her tits. Mom screams all the way up.

: Leslie works mom?s tits with her hands, pushing mom into a corner again. Mom is crying and sobbing, asking Leslie to stop, and pulling on Leslie?s wrists. Slyly, Leslie fixes mom?s attention on the pain in her breasts, then lines mom up and knees her again in the pussy. Not satisfied, she does it again, then again. Leslie has mom pinned into the corner. The only thing keeping mom on her feet is Leslie?s hold on her boobs. Leslie continues to squeeze and pinch mom between the blows to her crotch. Mom is just about out by now. Leslie finally lets her go, and mom slumps to the mat, leaning into the turnbuckle. Leslie takes a short walk around the ring to catch her breath and loosen up, then heads back to mom. Mom?s head is resting on her chest, bobing up now and then, when her whole body spasms. I?m afraid the damage to her crotch is bad, real bad. Joan stands beside me silently crying as we watch our mom get taken apart by Leslie.

: Leslie again pulls mom to her feet by her breasts. Clutching mom?s big breasts Leslie pounds mom into the turnbuckle three times. Mom gurgles and sobs, again holding Leslie?s wrists. Leslie lets go of one tit and punches mom in the stomach, then in the lower belly and finally directly into mom?s damaged pussy. Mom shudders.

: ?Please, not my pussy?please stop?pleasseee?.I give?you win.? It?s humiliating to watch my vivacious mother beg this bitch to stop hurting her.
: ?Fight?s over when I say it?s over, cunt. And you?re not hurt enough yet.? Sneers Leslie into moms face. ?You?re mine bitch.?

: Leslie looks over at Rusty. ?What do you say Rusty??
: ?Say? What should I say Leslie.?
: ?Do you want me to finish her off??
: ?No.?
: ?Do you want me to let her go??
: ?No.?
: ?What do you want me to do?? Leslie asks.
: ?I want you to keep your word. Do you remember what you said you would do??
: ?Yes. I said I would destroy her.?
: ?And what do you want to do??
: ?I want to destroy her. She?s not fit to breath the same air as people like us. I want to claw her breasts and destroy her pussy. I want to make sure you never fuck her again.?
: ?Great. She is a good fuck, but is not in our class. Do what you said you would do, Leslie. You keep your word and I?ll marry you.?

: With that Leslie went back to squeezing mom?s breasts with both hands. Sundenly she slashes down, her right hand clawed and opens three long bloody scratchs on moms left breast. More screams from mom. Again Leslie slashes, this time opening up the side of mom?s once magnificant tit. Mom is leaning in the turnbuckle eyes screwed shut loudly crying and wailing. Leslie pulls mom up by the hair and slashes with the left hand. Again and again Leslie slashes, cutting and gouging mom?s flesh. Blood oozes from the cuts and drips to the mat.

: Leslie pulls savagely at mom?s hair.
: ?Open your eyes cunt, I want you to watch what I?m doing to you.?
: Mom opens her eyes, looks down and screams at the sight before her eyes. Dozens of scratchs cover her breasts.

: ?Now keep them open, slut! I want you to watch as I destroy your tits!? yells Leslie. She digs her nails into moms mammeries and slams mom down to her knees. Then grabbing moms hair to hold her Leslie begins to punch down into mom breasts. Over and over Leslie punches moms tits. Later mom told us she could feel the muscles in her chest being destroyed and she could feel the milk saks being crushed. Leslie punches down on moms tits, she punches from the side and she punches up. She crushes moms beautiful breasts. When she is done mom?s breasts hang from her chest like bean bags.

: Leslie lets mom fall to the floor. She moves toward her corner taking off her gloves. When she gets to her bag she takes out another pair of gloves, and puts them on as she comes back to mom. They are catfight gloves, with steel finger nails. She takes a good hold of mom?s hair and pulls her back to her knees. Mom is go far gone she dosen?t even scream at a little thing like being dragged up to knees by her hair. Leslie kneels in front of mom and slaps her. She uses the palm of the catfight glove rather than the nails.

: ?Now I want you to watch bitch. Are you watching??
: ?Yes.? Mom answers.
: ?I want you to know want I am going to do. Do you understand me, cunt.?
: ?Yes, I understand.?
: ?Now watch as I take your nipples off.?
: Mom watches horrified as Leslie picks up one of mom?s breasts in her left hand. Leslie squeezes hard, driving the nails into mom tit, puncturing it again and leaving even more marks. Leslie places the nails of her right hand around moms nipple and starts gouging at the aureola. Very shortly she rips the nipple off.
: ?Ready to do the other one??
: Mom is shaking her head back and forth screaming and crying. Mom begs ?Oh god please don?t ?..please stop?don?t take my nipples?please you?ve already destroyed my tits, what more do you want, you sadistic bitch??

: ?What do I want? Do you remember what I said bitch, when you first accepted my challange? I said I was going to destroy your sexuality. That?s what I?m doing.? Leslie switched hands and began gouging at moms other tit.

: Both nipples were gone. Mom was collapsed back on her heels leaning against the bottom turnbuckle, sobbing, crying, begging Leslie to stop.

: ?One more thing then we?re done. Just open you legs a little more and I?ll have a good shot up that train tunnel you call a pussy.?

: Leslie grabbes moms knees and spreads them as far as they would go. Mom watches terrified as Leslie?s glove covered hand decends to her pussy. Moms screams as Leslie pushes her whole hand into moms cunt. She moves her fingers around inside then stops. With her other hand she scratches at moms right breast. Mom is pushing on Leslie hand, crying, screaming. She knows where Leslies fingers are and what they are gripping.

: Leslie looks mom in the eye and says ?Ready cunt?? when she gets no response, she scratchs at the breast some more.
: ?Ready cunt?? she asks louder. Still no response. The nails dig into the breast and twist, slowly.
: ?Ready cunt??
: ?Yes? very weakly. Nails dig in even deeper.
: ?What did you say??
: ?YES, I?M READY FOR YOU TO TAKE MY CLITORUS.? Mom is emotionaly destroyed. At this point she will do anything Leslie says. Leslie digs in her nails, grinding, ripping, tearing. Mom faints as Leslie rips out her clitorus.

: As Leslie gets up, she throws moms clit into her face. She turns and walks to Rusty. In a sneering voice she tells us to get this sorry piece of shit out of her sight. As we rush to talk mom to the hospital, Leslie and her children leave with Rusty.