Mothers and sons

[Ted Mark]

From the Family Fight board

MOTHERS AND SONS

by David

I have got to tell you about the wild fight my mom and I had with a neighbor mother and her son. The mother is named Dot and she is about 5’6”, 43 years old with brown hair. She is around 140 pounds with a nice figure, 35 26 34.


Her 20-year-old son is Mark and he is about 5’10” and 170 pounds.

My mother is named Iva and she is 5’4”, 41 years old with red hair and a 36 25 35 figure and her 137-pound body.



I am Tony and I am also 20 years old and 5’9” and 170 pounds.

We live on a peninsula where the river flows around the five houses that are there. While we have neighbors, we also have privacy with many trees and the houses not close together.

To be honest no one on our street likes Dot. She is a queen witch. She has a pool but no one on the street is invited to use it, and she has massive pool party with many other people there, so that driving on the short street is impossible. There are other things she has done but suffice to say she and her family are not well like on the street.

I will say that when we were younger Mark and I had our share of fights with each other. If the fights were in my yard my mother and sometime my father would watch us and cheer me on, and the same would happen with Mark’s mother if the fight took place in his yard. These fights were not really too serious just a couple of school kids fighting. When we had gotten older we just started to avoid each other.

Anyway during the summer the local volunteer Fire Company would hold a fund-raising fair. I usually don’t go, but decided to this past summer. I literally ran into Mark, as we bump into each other spilling our drinks.

“Clumsy bastard.” Mark said to me. I looked at him in anger. He continued, “What to do something about it?”

“Not now.” I said in a low menacing voice.

“Anytime.” He replied.

Now I probably would have let this go, except that night Mark and his friend had a loud pool party, so I was pissed the next morning. I waited all morning for Mark to come out into his yard and when I saw him I told my mother I was going across the road to clear up a problem Mark and I had. As soon as he saw me, he came over to me and we started yelling at each other. Mom had come out onto the porch watching us two screaming at each other.

Finally Mark said, “Let’s go into my backyard and finish this!”

“You got it!”

Mark saw my mother watching us and said, “Why don’t you bring your mother, so she can see you get your ass kicked?”

As he walked away, I said to Mom, “You want to see me beat Mark up?”

Mom walked ups to me and said, “Go do it, honey.”

I saw Mark come out of his house and his mother was right behind. We all went into his private backyard. As soon as we were there, Mark and I raised our fists and started. It was a great bare-knuckle fight. Neither Mark nor I head hunted, we punched and counterpunched, but the tide turned when I started going to the body. As our mothers yelled encouragement to us I began to back Mark up against his garage where I started punching his body. His hands came down and I went to his head. Suddenly he was waving his hands and saying his gave up. His mouth was bleeding as was his nose, and he was going to have a couple of beauties of black eyes. I knew my nose was bleeding and I had bit my tongue on one of Mark’s uppercuts.

I was going to get my Mom, but she was staring behind me. I turned to see Dot standing in the middle of her back yard with her hands on her hip.

“Come on, Iva. Our turn.” She said.

Mom walked past me toward Dot. When she got in front of Dot, Mom also put her hands on her hips and said, “Our turn for what, Dot?” I think Mom knew that Dot wanted to fight her, but she wanted Dot to say it.

“Our turn to fight.”

“Any rules?” Mom asked.

“Our sons didn’t need rules.” Dot answered her.

That said both women grabbed each other by the hair and pulled back. For three minutes they stood there, their bodies barely touching, their heads being pulling by the other hair pull. Every few seconds one of them would open a hand letting some hair fall to the ground. Both mothers quit their hairpulling and then suddenly started punching each other. It was almost funny, because their fists didn’t travel more two inches, so there was really no damage done to either woman. They stopped punching each other and grabbed each other in a bearhug. As they danced around the large backyard, I saw Mom looking at me, and I pretended that I was throwing some punches, so Mom could see how she should throw punches. Mom nodded at me. She then pushed Dot away from her but in doing so, Dot grabbed Mom’s blouse, ripping the buttons off, so that her lacy white bra was revealed. Mom looked at her torn blouse then took it off. She put her hands on her hips and stared at Dot. After a moment Dot pulled her blouse over her head so we could see her red bra. I thought the mothers might start fighting again, but I was wrong. Mom came over beside of me. Then she kicked her sneakers off. A second later Mom unhooked her jeans and slide them down her shapely legs. My Mom then waited for her rival to do the same. Dot did not hesitate. Her shoes and slacks came off then came her bra. Mom did the same. Now both topless women went back to the center of the backyard and faced each other.

Without a word being said, they both grabbed each other by the tits and began twisting and squeezing their rival’s breasts. Soon they screaming from the pain that they were inflicting on each other. Suddenly Mom pushed Dot away from her. Dot fell on her back to the ground. Mom tried to get to Dot, but the woman kept kicking out at Mom. Mom must have watched some wrestling for she tried a big splash on Dot. Dot saw it coming and brought her knees up so that Mom’s stomach landed on Dot’s knees, taking Mom’s breath away. Both women rested for a couple then got to their knees. On their knees they were within reach of each other so they began slapping at each other. They were slapping each other’s tits and faces. The slaps were open handed and backhanded and they were HARD. The fighting mother’s faces and breasts were red. Suddenly Dot grabbed Mom and the two were rolling around on the grass, pulling each other’s hair. They rolled over and over until, Dot managed to sit on Mom. She tried to punch Mom, but Mom kept her hands moving effectively blocking any punch. Dot got off Mom and tried to kick her but Mom rolled away in the opposite direction. Both women were now on their feet facing each other. They again closed with closed fists. Dot tried to throw hard punches to Mom’s head but Mom kept ducking out of the way, until she got a punch into Dot’s breast. In doing so however she left herself open to a punch from Dot that landed flush on Mom’s jaw. Mom was stunned but luckily her punch to Dot’s boob hurt Dot. That gave both women a chance to recover. They came together again, pulling reach others’ hair, hitting each other in their backs, and kicking each other’s shins. Then with the chins resting on each other’s shoulders they began stomach punching each other. Dot’s fists were being thrown harder than before and I could see Mom flinch every time, but her punches were hard also.

Suddenly both women backed up and began punching at each other’s head. Within seconds the two mothers were bleeding from noses and lips. Mom suddenly brought her knee up, just as Dot was moving in, and it caught Dot right in her pussy area. Dot screamed and brought her hands down. One, two and three punches on Dot’s jaw mom landed before I could get to her. Dot had a glazed look in her eyes as she fell to the ground.

I managed to get Mom across the road with no one seeing us. Once home I hugged my champion fighter.

[erik72]

thx for posting this great story