Mom vs neighbour

Martha and the neighbor


I tell this true story of a catfight. Although it is hard to imagine that the fight has played as I tell it here. It is not an invention, not a fake. It happened exactly as I describe it here. Although to date no one has seen it.
Every teenage boy is in love with his mother. It is not clear why nature or God has set up. It is a fact that every boy falls in love during his adolescence in his mother once. This has nothing to do with Oedipus. Probably more of a herd behavior, as one sees it otherwise in wild pack of animals. One of the male offspring sets in with the former leader of the pack in order to expel him from his previous position as head of a pack. He wants to be leader of the pack itself. Unfortunately, his mother is a member of this pack. So I tell myself that all the boys in puberty, fall in love with her mother. And they stay for a long time in love with her mother. Usually the whole period of their puberty.

So also I was in love with my mother when the fight took place at that time. Perhaps I was particularly in love with my mother because I was because of my disability rely on it constantly. Perhaps this has increased my love yet. In any case, it was crucial that I have witnessed this attack by a neighbor, to intervene can not - no, to intervene, without need. Even then I had an idea that I prepare Catfights special excitement.

It was late on a summer day. I had just turned 15th I do not remember exactly, but it will probably have been the end of August to be. In any case, my mother - let's call her Martha - nice tan and the doors of the house stood. My room was just to the right of the entrance door. I lay on my bed and could see toward the front door and the corridor. But as I was, I could move away from there without the help Martha alone.
Martha was on the balcony and there had sunned. She had worn the thong bikini to which my sister and I were talking about it. We did have to persuade a bikini, because due to the slight weight of large breasts and she wanted to wear a bikini. But after we had convinced her that she could wear a bikini, she wore it every time they wanted to take a sun bath on our balcony.
I had often been seen naked on the beach or at home. Although it was very hard fact to raise me and move her belly looked rather soft. Their power was limited to clear her arms.
Martha was 42 years old. Her dark hair she wore a little longer than chin length. At 1 m 69 G it, weighing in of 78. It would have been too hard, if you would have said that they had a potbelly. For under the belly she had not a wrinkle. Yet. For just above her pubic bone, her belly protruded horizontally almost a hand-width to the front. About 4 inches below the navel, her belly was thickest. The points marked on the left and right from the stomach and showed that the belly is rather soft.
For her bosom from her preferred worn bra size 80 C was rather small. The size of her breasts was not to blame because they were too deep. Came from the lower breast crease to the lowest point of her breasts hanging down to about 12 cm. If her nipples were the hour hand of a clock, her nipples were not shown to 3:00 clock, as it actually corresponds to the ideal of beauty. Rather, it is with her about 4:30 clock, their areolas reach almost 8 cm in diameter and are round.

On this day, it was very hot. I lay down on the bed because I could not stand in the sun. But Martha had been sitting in the sun. Now it was her too hot. She has come to tell me that she wants to take a shower shortly. As unobtrusively as possible while I watch her body in the stomach into the oppressive slip, stresses his stomach so beautiful, the belly of approximately 8 cm from the front and has a distinct approach has to hang. When they leave my room I can still see how it opens the upper part of her bikini. Unfortunately I can not catch sight of her breasts, she disappears behind a wall already. I hear she has reached the bedroom and imagine her naked body. At that moment the bell rings.

When the bell rings, she hesitates for a moment. I can hear it, that she stands a moment motionless in the bedroom. But she probably thought that you could hear at the door, that we are at home. So I hear, as she covers the bathrobe. When she comes back into view, it has unfortunately already closed the robe. Of red terry cloth, reaching up to half thigh, with a terry cloth belt in front of the abdomen closed with a knot. Directly in front of my door she makes the knot too quickly, just a simple knot. And still I try to catch a glance at her breasts.

She opens the door just a crack to see who has been ringing since. She tries to hide behind the door, must bend to the side to see through the open door to a crack.
Immediately opened the door brutally, so Martha must recede. It is the neighbor ... W, has already created with the Martha forever. The image of a pub landlady who allows their children too much freedom added fit, not Martha. Again and again she had complained about the neighbor. This neighbor is now in the apartment. It is the age of Martha, a maximum of 3 cm smaller than Martha and with almost the same weight. Only W'S breasts are small, at most a 80 B
Martha has hardly found its balance and instinctively put out her arms to keep the hated west ... with outstretched arms. With both arms outstretched trying to reach their destination, a scuffle, during which opens Martha's dressing gown almost to the waist. Her swollen belly can imagine and it is clearly visible that they have a sagging breasts, although her breasts almost completely covered by the robe.
But w ... Martha urges further back, comes closer to her than even the first punch on the chin angle meets Martha. With a soft moan backs off Martha suggests itself with the right fist to the face of the hated opponent. The fast but can still escape, so that Martha's fist touches only Ws head. The robe has opened up a little more, a big V from the waist down. Even the breasts are covered.
For the first time suggests one of the adversaries not to the head. Using their entire body weight suggests a clenched right fist W the naked body of Martha's belly, the lower tip of the V. clapped loudly when W hits his fist on his bare stomach. A short sharp cry of Martha, which curves away. I can see how her breasts swaying in the bathrobe.
I'm more excited than frightened. I know that I'm not allowed to show. I remain flabbergasted. I hardly get air. My heart beats, that I almost burst the veins.
Martha tries again to the head of the opponent to beat, but can imagine the slow beat and block out time with her own arm, Martha with the other fist strikes to the head of the opponent, but again only makes the cover. M, neglecting their own coverage. Her robe was still open a bit so that you can see that the belt is now under the stomach, breasts and areolas hidden just under the robe.

Again I hear it clap loudly when Ws fist hits just above the belt in Martha's soft belly. "UAAAH!" Martha cries briefly, bends down on her breasts dangling almost in the open bathrobe. The right areola is not covered in half.

"Let me" put on my bra, Martha begged and is concentrated on something. "Why," asks, ... W, while her left fist slams on Martha's chin. The impact depends on Martha, dazed, she is leaning against my door frame. "My ... sagging breasts ..." begs Martha. In response reaches west with his left hand the collar of the robe, Martha wants to dodge to the side so that the mantle rises all over now. The naked sagging breasts, the belly moves and falls in breathing. I see that my mother has a distinct approach to the potbelly, sagging breasts especially. I mean in her eyes to make out that the blows humiliate them less than the fact that of all the W does just that.
W bangs her right fist in Martha's belly button. Again I hear it loud clap and see the belly wobble.

"AAAHH!" Martha moans and writhes far forward. She holds her belly with both hands. She chokes .. I just have to watch as her dangling bare, empty breasts. Instinctively, Martha has seen to it where the last stroke has done her so much. And when they had to bend it, even they had to see how much her breasts hang and dangle. She raised her eyes and looks at W's face, obviously confused about the fact that the west can not now imagine but only saw it, that it is so h?ngebr?stig. Now imagine that the west not only can but knows that she has better boobs than Martha. Even if the W has not taken off is obvious that their breasts do not hang so much like Martha.
Grabbed a bathrobe to the west, toward Martha, she leans back against the wall. Martha can hardly stand. While the W with Martha on the left hand holds robe, so that they do not sag together, strikes again with his right fist between the navel and stomach.
"AOOH!"
A short scream. Martha's upper body tilted forward. The first time I understand that her body is soft and flabby. For a brief moment, she remains with a fixed stare at that. Then she collapses. Naked and helpless it is in the corridor. The W is simple.
After Martha is a few minutes later came back completely, we promise each other to tell anybody about this.

I had to watch as my mother was beaten up because of their lack of tolerance of another woman. Here I was first aware that they are not physically strong or beautiful woman. Brutal is not only their lack of tolerance but also their physical weaknesses have been demonstrated.