Repost of another Mothers deathfight

MOTHER'S DEATHFIGHT IN A TRAIN

by Sega Seganor

I was twelve when it happened? I was twelve, meaning that I began to look at the women otherwise than before: the sight of their breasts always filled my mouth with drool while peering at a pair of bulging butts constantly made my heart pound? And then, in 1995, it happened, stigmatizing my sexuality and my fantasies for good ? thanks God!
My parents were in very good terms with another family, the Carts, who had a daughter called Dora. She was only ten then. The Carts and my parents had developed a practical rule in order that us, kids, would spend as much time as we could outside Neamt, our hometown, during the holidays. My mother would spend half of her holiday with us, while Dora?s mother would also spend half of her holiday. Then, both couples would go together at some place while Dora and I would go to our grand parents.
In 1995, it was Mrs. Cart?s turn to spend the seaside holidays with us. Mrs. Cart was a 37 years old brunette ? she was tall, being 5?10? and she weighted a good 155 lbs. I knew all that because she always complained about her weight, although I found nothing bad about her looks: she had long, muscled legs, a bulging, massive pair of butts and big, dangling breasts. I even liked her slightly bulging belly and the discrete fat pads that surrounded her broad hips. All in all, she was a very sexy lady, with a tall forehead, big eyes and medium sized lips.
She was a sports? teacher at a high school in Neamt, our native town and she was very strict with us: we had to sleep in the afternoon, we had to practice two hours of calisthenics daily, we had to get to sleep at ten o?clock pm. and so on. She was fast tempered and she always pretended that she would punish us in the old ways, by a good ass spanking which, unfortunately, never happened? However, I saw her punish some damned kid who picked on us while we had our calisthenics exercises ? she ran after him and she dragged him by the ear to his own mother? Romania is not as strict as the Western world about the kids? rights and, therefore, nothing happened, although the kid?s mother tried to argue with Mrs. Cart.
The poor woman stood no chance at all! Dora?s mother was much bigger than her and she intimidated the other mother by her looks only, while she also explained to her, in a very ?teacher-type? way, that it was only the mother?s fault for the kid behaving as such, that she didn?t know how to raise her offspring and that she should pay more attention to education and bla-bla-bla and bla-bla-bla?
Needless to say that I fully enjoyed the holidays we spent at the seaside? In spite of our Spartan schedule, I was rewarded daily by the sight of this big lady sunbathing. We were even sunbathing by schedule, but it's then that I had the opportunity of contemplating Mrs. Cart. First, she stood on her back, slightly prying her long legs and allowing herself to tan on the inner thighs. I always positioned myself in order to take short glimpses in her wide crotch and, pretending that I was asleep, I spent every minute watching her groin that looked like a slashed, big plum, as her thong molded on her fat labia. Sometimes, when she indulged herself into parting her thighs wider, I could even steal a brief look at some of her genital hair but this was very rare because Mrs. Cart was very cautious with her general attitude. However, there was nothing she could do when she came out of the water and she was wet: I could guess the thick fur that covered her womanhood as her bikinis molded on her pubic bone and crotch? After half an hour of sunbathing belly up, she would turn on her belly, still parting her muscled thighs and allowing me the wonderful sight of her big butts and of the bikinis that always got stuck in her ass crease. Once again, I could watch her fat plum, surmounted now by her big, strong buttocks?
But, the greatest reward of all was that I could find myself a good hiding place right near the shower. The shower was outside the house, surrounded by a dense bush, somewhere between some big trees, and it consisted of a single person cabin. From my hiding place, I could only see her legs but, as the days passed by, I found enough courage to slowly sneak right near the cabin of the shower, under its back wall. I also got myself a small mirror and, God! I saw then more than I ever imagined! I saw her bare butts, I discovered how a hairy cunt looked like and I stared in her brown ass hole; I saw her part her long legs as she washed her crotch, I saw her crouch and examine her womanhood as she rinsed her vagina and her rear opening, I saw her rinse herself hard, as if she couldn?t get enough of her washing between the thighs, I have even heard her moan after a most vigorous rinsing of her crotch but I really didn?t know then what this noises could mean? I only felt that my dick hardened and I didn?t know what I ought to do about it. But, what hardened me the most was her pissing in the shower, while exhaling in relief. At first, this made me look at her with contempt, but soon I found out that I was waiting for it with anxiety, especially because of the sounds she made?
Spying was rewarding since it made me understand that, after all, Mrs. Cart was not the strict woman she pretended to be?
When we went to sleep, I would always do whatever it took in order to stay awake. The sound of Mrs. Cart?s breathes was inciting, the sight of her strong body, barely covered by the thin drapes, made me swallow my spittle and, again, the muffled moans she sometimes gave while slowly snaking in her bed, threw a strange numbness in my crotch. My dick erected then. My dick was getting hot but still, I didn?t know what I should have done. Neamt is very conservative and I never had the chance of reading men?s magazines?
Anyway, after a good session of muffled moans, she would suddenly stop ? her big body would relax, her breathes would go slower and slower: she would soon get asleep, snoring delicately... Ten years had passed since then but I still get horny when thinking at Mrs. Cart ? I remember each and every moment I spent in her proximity?
Sadly, we had to leave. Neamt was twelve hours away from Mangalia, the seaside resort, and we had to travel by train. Mrs. Cart didn?t like the crowd and we took a train that left Mangalia at 6 o?clock in the evening. As always when she planned something, she had been right: beside us, there were only few people in the wagon and we were alone in our compartment, just the way Mrs. Cart wanted us to be.
I was following every gesture she made and everything she did, since I was aware that soon, I won?t have the opportunity of seeing her so often. She wore a light, blue summer robe that exhibited her tanned muscular legs; the cotton robe had thin straps and it exposed half of her broad, muscled back ? it also molded on her voluminous breasts and massive ass, arousing me. She wore strapped, high heeled sandals that showed off her nervous calves and ankles and this turned me on even more, damn it!
As the train left the station, she gave us something to read. It was a hot summer evening and the air conditioning of our wagon didn?t work but that was the rule then in the Romanian trains. Half an hour later, she gave us something to eat, as it was 6.30, the time we always took a sandwich. When we arrived in Constanta, Mrs. Cart showed us the port from the window ? she said that she had worked there in her youth, when she had played volleyball for the local team. As the train left Constanta, we prepared to go at the restaurant, since it was 8 o?clock, the hour of our dinner.
It is then that someone opened the door of our compartment. It was a tall and slim redhead, accompanied by two kids, a boy and a girl ? I remember that I instantly made the remark that the boy was around 11, while the girl was my age.
However, I never thought about it anymore since I realized that Mrs. Cart and the other woman were looking at each other in a rather weird way, as if weighting each other. Neither was satisfied by what she saw, that was obvious. Moments later, the redhead pursed her lips and she got in, still looking in Mrs. Cart?s eyes. She said a cold ?Good evening!?
?Good evening!? answered Dora?s mother in a low tone. ?Are you sure that your places are in this compartment??
The other woman ? she was taller than Mrs. Cart, being almost 6? tall and she must have weighted some 150 lbs. ? the other woman laid her luggage on the other sofa of the compartment and she took a deep breath, straightening herself and poking forth her tense breasts, as if she wanted to shove Mrs. Cart with her chest. She looked straight at Dora?s mother but the latter was not at all intimidated.
?And what if our places were somewhere else?? asked the other woman, spitting the words one by one. She had a long face, with voluptuous lips and a rectangular chin. Her big eyes were throwing glares but she had a terrible control of her voice which seemed very calm?
The air seemed to spark as the two women weighted each other again, from head to toe, and a strange feeling flooded me. My heart began to pound. The other woman seemed to be around 43 or 44, but she was looking terribly well: as she stood between me and the window, I could see the shape of her legs through her light robe ? it was a beige robe, with huge, purple circles on it. Anyway, I realized that the redhead?s legs were thinner than Mrs. Cart?s but they were obviously enwrapped in fusiform, very hard muscles that strained with her least movement. She wore light, high heeled sandals and this emphasized even more her thin, constant straining calves? muscles. The back of her feet were covered by thick veins and, by a weird twist of my mind, I readily thought then that the redhead was a very strong person.
?And what if our places were in another compartment?? she asked again.
?If you have no tickets for this compartment, I would go to the train attendant and ask him to see you to your places,? answered Mrs. Cart after a while. She took a deep breath, straightening herself and her massive breasts seemed to inflate on the spot, as she held her eyes stuck to the other woman?s face.
The tall redhead gave half a smile. ?You don?t need to do this,? she said. ?Our places are here. You want to see our tickets??
Dora?s mother shook head and she motioned us to seat on our sofa. She looked at her watch. Then she took her magazine and she feigned to read. By then, the other woman began to hoist her luggage on the net above her sofa.
Jesus! She was some woman! Besides being that tall, she had a terribly muscled back, almost fully exhibited by her light summer robe. Dora?s mother smiled ironically when she saw the redhead?s white skinned band running across her back: it was the track of her beach bra and, in Mrs. Cart?s opinion, one shouldn?t have exposed it unless she was some lower class, good for nothing woman.
However, I didn?t mind that the other woman exhibited the mark of her beach bra. Anyway, she didn?t wear any kind of bra then, I could tell it for sure since I was attracted by the sight of her extremely tense tits, which could be easily guessed through the fabric of the robe ? she had long, thick nipples and I found myself thinking that her nipples were bigger and harder than Mrs. Cart?s.
This simple thought made me quiver and I feigned to look at Dora, especially that the redhead took a seat on her sofa, impeaching me to see her breasts anymore. Her kids took seats beside her and they looked at us. The boy, damned him, stole a glance at Mrs. Cart?s crossed legs. After awhile, he swallowed his spittle and I knew damned well what was going on in his mind. Suddenly, his mother got up and she began to search something in her luggage, placing herself once again between me and the window. You?re most kind to me, God, I said to myself as, once again, I got a full sight of the redhead?s strong legs and round breasts. I also realized that she had a most tight, hard as rock pair of butts and I found myself asking if her ass was stronger than Mrs. Cart?s.
A strange feeling ran through me then. I didn?t know what was really arousing me: the sight of the redhead?s hard body, or the comparisons I made between her and Dora?s mother? Anyway, I sensed once more that the air of the compartment was filling with a strange electricity and I realized that Mrs. Cart was once more weighting the other woman from head to toe.
Then, Mrs. Cart suddenly got up and she motioned us to go out. How couldn?t we obey her? We got on the corridor of the wagon and, gosh, I then saw that the tall and slim redhead was weighting at her turn Dora?s mother, from head to toe, as if evaluating her.
I began to sweat. My heart began to pound. Needless to say, I could hardly eat my dinner although Mrs. Cart bought me a pizza. The funniest thing is that I also sensed Dora?s anxiety ? in fact, it was not a pure anxiety: Dora was annoyed and tense and she also ate slowly. I realized then that the redhead?s girl had also been tense in the compartment while us, the boys, had covered our feelings by contemplating the two women?s shapes.
We got back in the compartment and we found the redhead and her two kids sleeping. Hm... Dora?s mother smiled, ironically: the other woman had assumed a vulgar stance ? she layed almost on her right side and her long legs were slightly parted, quaking in rhythm with the train?s rattling on the rails. Her robe had sled up to mid thighs, exhibiting the most muscular pair of legs I had ever seen: the muscles on the back of her thighs were fully relaxed and they had assumed the shape of a young mare?s muscles, covered by a luscious, tanned skin. Slowly, the redhead?s thighs began to part, as she drowned deeper in her sleep and I managed to steal a glance between her legs, but the damned woman suddenly woke up and joined her thighs before I could see her panties.
She coughed. She gathered herself. She set her eyes on Dora?s mother. She then rolled her head and she strained from head to toe, purring as if she was a big feline and, once again, I realized how strong she was.
Was she stronger than Mrs. Cart? ? I suddenly asked myself and this very thought made my heart pound wildly. Her muscular thighs seemed thicker than Mrs. Cart?s, but Dora?s mother had a bigger ass? On the other hand, Mrs. Cart had broader shoulders but the other woman was taller than Dora?s mother.
I was still comparing them when the redhead?s kids woke up too. They began to play. They began to yell. They began to chase each other around the compartment, making a hell of a noise. I looked at Dora and she shrugged: we simply couldn?t understand how the other woman allowed them to do all that, without even frowning.
Dora?s mother cleared her throat, intently. No use. The other kids kept yelling and chasing each other while their mother looked at them, smiling in indulgence.
?When will you bother to tell them to stop?? suddenly asked Dora?s mother.
The other woman sustained Mrs. Cart?s eyes.
?They are kids. I always let them play!?
Crash. Boom. Bang. Boooof.
?You?d better tell them to stop!? said Dora?s mother, raising her voice. ?We are not obliged to stand this? this??
She didn?t finish her sentence but she never intended to finish it. She simply wanted the other woman to feel her despise. The redhead felt it.
?And what will you do if I won?t tell my kids to stop??
?I?ll call for the train attendant. I?ll tell him what happens here. There are rules you should obey when traveling by train,? said Dora?s mother, smiling from the corner of her mouth.
?Oh, I forgot that the train attendant is your friend,? said the other woman, puffing. ?I assume that you always manage to find someone to help you!?
Mrs. Cart pursed her lips. I knew her well and I realized that she was breathing a little faster but then, so was the redhead. Dora gulped. The redhead?s girl gulped too. I looked at the boy and I found him stare at me with wide opened eyes.
?Usually,? said Dora?s mother after a while, ?I take care of me all by myself! I?m very good at it, believe me??
?Well then,? smiled the other woman, ?if you are so good at taking care of yourself, I assume that I will have to call the train attendant for help!?
Their eyes threw glares as they looked at each other. Their breasts were obviously heaving faster and both had clutched their teeth. Dora froze besides me. My heart pounded. The redhead?s kids were noiseless. After some seconds, their mother crossed her strong legs, relaxing, deliberately ignoring Dora?s mother. Mrs. Cart took a deep breath and she feigned to look on the window although there was nothing to see ? it was 9.30 and it was dark.
Five minutes passed in the deepest silence. I couldn?t understand what was going on. I couldn?t understand how two grown ups that have never seen each other before could be so harsh. Suddenly, I noticed a small wet stain on the redhead?s robe, right around her navel and, the simple fact of realizing that she was sweating made me think that she was tensed and waiting to?
Instantly, I looked at Dora?s mother. Her armpit! Her armpit was luscious with perspiration that also stained her blue robe! She was sweating too, mighty Jesus! She was also tense and waiting? Waiting for what? Will these two women?
?Could I go to the restaurant?? I asked Mrs. Cart. ?I am thirsty!?
She looked at me with the corner of her eye and I realized that my voice was trembling.
?OK!? she said, smiling coldly. ?Buy us some grapefruit juice!?
I rushed outside the compartment and I took a lungful of air. I don?t know how I got at the restaurant and I don?t know how I got back to our wagon. On the corridor, I met the redhead?s girl. She grabbed me by the elbow.
?Tell you mummy to stay put!? she said.
?She?s not my mom!?
?Whatever? Tell her to stay put or else, my mom will teach her a lesson she?ll never forget!?
I blushed on the spot, with fury.
?Dora?s mother will beat the hell of your mom, you got that? You got that? Dora?s mom will tear your mother to pieces! She?s a sports? teacher and she can do fifty push ups in a row, without tiring!?
?Yeah? So what? My mom has beaten bigger women than your sports? teacher! She will beat her too! She will make her piss in front of you!?
I opened my eyes wide. I simply found no answer to that. But then, as rage flooded me, I passed by the redhead?s girl, launching over my shoulder that Dora?s mother will break her mom's bones one by one. Seconds later, I got into the compartment just in time to see Mrs. Cart search something in our luggage while being cautiously eyed by the redhead. I was scared but, on the other hand, I began to experience a strange feeling when thinking that Dora?s mother would soon have to fight the other woman.
?Here you are!? said Mrs. Cart. ?Now, you both drink a glass of juice and let?s get to sleep!?
She took out three plastic glasses and she poured juice in them. The redhead took her son by the hand and they got out of the compartment. The little boy went away and his mother lit a cigarette. The back of her robe was sticking to her hard butts, molding on her panties and in her ass crease. I realized that Mrs. Cart caught the direction of my looks and I drank the glass in a gulp.
?I?m thirsty,? I said.
?I bet you are!? she said, pouring some more juice into my glass.
?Err?? I began, blushing. ?You know? I met this lady?s girl on the corridor??
?So?? asked Mrs. Cart, raising an eye brow.
?The girl? She told me that her mother will beat you??
?She said that?!? asked Dora, opening her eyes wide. "And what else did she say?"
"Well..." I blushed and I shook head but Mrs. Cart raised an eye brow, making me go on. "She said that... she said that her mother will beat you and that she'll make you... err... she'll make you piss in front of us!"
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Dora.
Mrs. Cart laughed and she tapped her daughter on the shoulder.
?Come on, kids! You must be confident in me! Be confident and take notice,? she suddenly said in a determined tone that took us both by surprise. I readily understood then that she really expected to fight the other woman? In fact, I realized that Mrs. Cart was prepared to fight the redhead since she showed up. Why? I would never find it out.
?She's just a casual countryside woman. She has neither proper training nor education in anything. The only thing this kind of people knows is to threaten the others. However, they are good for nothing when it comes to serious things. Just watch how I manage this situation, be confident and learn, kids.?
Dora and I nodded. Mrs. Cart tapped us on the shoulders and she smiled. Minutes later, the redhead came back in the compartment, followed by her kids. I eyed her from head to toe. Being a liar, I am good at reading the body language and I realized that the redhead was more tensed than before. Her breathes were too fast and she kept looking from side to side, as a predator expecting an ambush?
She was also preparing to fight, damn it! The prospect of Dora?s mother fighting the redhead frightened me but, on the other hand, I also felt a strange lust that threw shudders along my spine, slowly but steadily arousing me.
I compared them once again. I noticed the veins on the back of the redhead?s forehands but then, I told myself that Dora?s mother had broader shoulders. The redhead?s butts were big and tight but they were not as massive as Mrs. Cart?s. Her legs were thinner but they were more muscular than Mrs. Cart?s, especially in the thigh area. Tits had nothing to do with fights, but I couldn?t prevent myself from thinking that the redhead had bigger nipples than Mrs. Cart. All in all she had a ?dry carcass?, as we say in Romania?
She took a seat and her robe carelessly slid up, revealing her muscular legs. It?s then that the redhead?s girl began to push and shove with her brother, the way they did some hours before. I had the strange premonition that the fight was only minutes away when the girl suddenly bumped her brother, throwing him against Mrs. Cart and hitting her glass of juice. The glass fell in Mrs. Cart?s lap, fully moistening her robe.
To my disbelief, Mrs. Cart simply pushed the boy away from her. Moments later, she said, while looking at her ravaged robe:
?I don?t know why this doesn?t surprise me??
?Damned kids! Apologize now!? said the redhead, but Dora?s mother shook her head:
?I don?t need your apologies! Your kids shouldn?t have done this in the first place, but it?s not their fault! They behave exactly the way they?ve been raised!?
?They are kids, woman! They were playing, that?s all! Please, accept my apologies!?
The air was hot by then.
?Unfortunately,? said Dora?s mother, ?I don?t give a damn for your apologies? The fact is that your kids are not educated at all, woman!?
The redhead swallowed her spittle and her eyes became cold like ice.
?What are you up to, woman? You?ve been picking on us since we got on this bloody train! You shouldn?t talk like this about my kids, woman, or else??
?Or else, what?? asked Dora?s mother and she slowly got up, intently looking at the other woman from head to toe.
A shudder ran through my spine. Dora got near me. The other two kids looked at each other, baffled.
?Mom? mom?? uttered the redhead?s boy. ?We?d better??
?Or else, what, woman?? asked Dora?s mother once again, ignoring the boy?s pleading. Mrs. Cart took a step towards the tall redhead and it?s only then that I understood her maneuver: she was already up and she was dominating the other woman who couldn?t make the least movement without being in Mrs. Cart?s range.
I blushed. None of the other kids dared to breathe but then, so were we, Dora and I? I began to feel dizzy and a strange pleasure filled me from head to toe.
As the seconds went by, the redhead took a deep breath and she looked straight ahead of her, as if staring in Mrs. Cart?s midsection, but it was obvious that she looked through Dora?s mother.
?Don?t push me, woman,? said the redhead, calmly.
?I don?t push you. You said that I shouldn?t be talking like that about your kids because otherwise you would? you would do what??
?Don?t push me, woman. I know the stuff you?re made off.? The redhead made a pause before ensuing: ?Don?t make me beat you in front of your kids, woman. Please.?
Mrs. Cart gave a strange smile. I understood that the other woman?s tone had startled her.
?There are plenty of free compartments around,? went on Mrs. Cart, however. She approached the redhead?s ear and she said, almost inaudibly: ?Go to another compartment if you don?t want me to tear you apart in front of your kids! I can harm you in ways you have never imagined!?
The redhead?s boy burst into tears while her daughter took a deep breath:
?What are you doing, mom? Why do you allow her to talk to you like that??
?Now, take your kids and get out!? ordered Mrs. Cart.
The other woman swallowed her spittle. Her breasts were heaving but she had the force to caress her crying boy.
?Come, baby, come? don?t cry, please? you know that I never disappointed you!?
The next moment, she briskly sprang to her feet, taking everyone by surprise but, Dora?s mother seemed to expect her surge because she readily hugged her and, a moment later, they began to toss each other from side to side, violently trying to make the other one lose balance. They moved from one end of the compartment to the other until, briskly, Mrs. Cart took advantage of the taller woman?s shoving and twisted, getting her in a powerful neck lock.
The taller woman let a strange gurgle and parted her muscled legs. Letting deep moans of effort, she began to struggle, managing to outbalance Mrs. Cart and the next moment they fell to the floor, cursing and hissing. My mouth watered, as both women?s robes rolled up, exposing their muscled thighs. They strained and they impinged against each other letting loud pants and struggling to get the other one in a most powerful grip. Mrs. Cart kept crushing the taller woman in the neck lock and, after steadying her, she began to punch her in the face, gradually getting atop the redhead and pinning her to the floor, between the two sofas of the compartment.
?Mom?? shouted the other boy but his mother hung on. Soon, she got a good grab on Mrs. Cart?s mane and she yanked her head backwards with all her might. Dora?s mother grinned and, letting a moan of effort she got across the taller woman, pinning her for good; in the following moments she made serious efforts to mount the redhead but her foe rolled briskly on her back and, although she was now fully beneath Dora?s mother, she suddenly choked Mrs. Cart with one hand while yanking her by the hair with the other one.
I realized I was breathing like mad. I looked at the other boy: he had clutched his fists and he was mumbling something. Dora and the other girl were both baffled as their mothers writhed on the ground, each trying to insure herself a better leverage.
After some seconds, Mrs. Cart kneeled beside her foe and, keeping her down with one choking hand, she began to punch her as hard as she could, landing fist after fist to the face. The redhead?s head banged against the floor and soon, blood began to spurt from her nose and lips, obliging her to release Mrs. Cart and cover her face with both arms. Dora?s mother gave a wild groan and she resorted to punch the other woman?s tense breasts making her yelp in dismay until she suddenly let a hoarse scream. Overwhelmed, the taller woman vividly rolled on her belly. She hastily crawled away on all fours, heading towards the compartment?s door but Mrs. Cart followed her, launching fist after fist in the taller woman?s loins.
Gosh! I realized then that some people peered in at the fight and, for a brief second I was afraid that they might come in and stop the fight. To my relief, however, none intended to interfere and, by the way they stared at the two wild women I understood that they were as eager as me to let them go on to the very end?
By then, the redhead began to let loud grunts but she managed to grab the door?s knob and she hastily got up. However, Dora?s mother had gone berserk and she rushed at the elder woman, hugging her waist from behind. In spite of all this, the taller woman held on and, twisting briskly, she faced Dora?s mother and she grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head backwards. She began to furiously toss Mrs. Cart?s head until the latter gave a sharp yell, setting her foe free.
?Yeah, mom, pull her by the hair!? yelled the other girl. ?Pull her by the hair!?
The other woman kept yanking Dora?s mother by the hair but Mrs. Cart gathered herself and she began to punch the redhead in the breasts. The bloody bitch let a loud scream but she held on and she pushed Dora?s mother towards the window of the compartment but then, Mrs. Cart erected like cardboard and managed to withstand her foe?s furious pushing. Mrs. Cart?s strong legs seemed to be carved in marble while her massive ass bulged in powerful bursts, as she strained mightily in the effort of opposing the taller woman ? she held on, grinning and for some seconds, the two women snaked between the sofas, letting brief moans and struggling to get a better grip on each other. Suddenly, Dora?s mother twisted violently, outsmarting the other woman who, carried by her own momentum, lost her balance. She almost fell down but, gathering her strength, she gave a shriek and she managed to remain on her feet. A moment later, they embraced in a mutual hug and, struggling violently, they got near the door of the compartment. They began to pant, wildly trying to out power the other one and it?s the taller bitch who managed to get Mrs. Cart in a neck lock, forcefully slamming her against the door.
The impact made Dora?s mother moan from the bottom of her lungs but she began to launch fist after fist in the elder woman?s belly ? her foe withstood the blows, however, and she began to punch Mrs. Cart in the face, letting deep screams of effort.
?Get her down, mom, get her down!?
?Punch her, Mrs. Cart!? I yelled too, sensing a weird urge build up in me. Bent from her waist, Dora?s mother was writhing madly. Meanwhile, the other woman gave louder and louder grunts that reminded me those given by Mrs. Cart when snaking alone in her bed. Moments later, as the taller woman strained as hard as she could, her robe fully got stuck between her hard butts and for awhile, both women had their massive asses pointing towards me. Their strong butt muscles were hardening rhythmically, they parted their muscled legs and they bent even more, robes molding on their asses ? again, I found myself asking which had the strongest ass and this thought launched a thrill into my guts.
The guys from the corridor began to yell then, urging the two women to punch harder. They were a couple of rockers, dressed in leather pants and wearing chains around their hips. The rocker girl was really going mad, as she screamed at the two mothers to aim some vital targets like the cunts or the tits.
Meanwhile, blood began to pour off Dora?s mother?s broken nose and the redhead sensed her foe?s growing dismay and she began to hit harder. Mrs. Cart readily straightened herself and the two mothers lost their balance. However, the taller woman succeeded in using Mrs. Cart?s momentum and forcefully spun her around.
Mrs. Cart stumbled and hit me with her ass, sending me on the sofa; she tried to remain erect but the redhead shoved her again. Mrs. Cart?s voluminous breasts dangled in opposite directions as she tried to gather herself but she had lost balance and her back violently hit the door of the compartment. The next moment, the taller woman gave a loud scream and rushed at Dora?s mother ? she bearhugged her but Mrs. Cart instantly eye gouged the redhead, managing to free herself.
They split, letting deep grunts. Both were bleeding from the nose and lips, their robes were stained by perspiration in the cleavages and at the armpits while their hair was a mess, sticking to their wet faces. Their breasts were heaving in fast pace and, slowly, they raised their hands in guard. The glares they threw at each other made me shiver and I suddenly realized that a strange numbness had seized me from around my balls: I didn?t care what would happen or how bad any of them will lose ? I simply wanted to see them go on and on and on?
I realized that one of Mrs. Cart?s breasts had fallen off the bra since it was dangling more than its counterpart beneath the cotton robe. Meanwhile, the elder woman kept swallowing her drool, breathing through clenched teeth and looking for an opening in Mrs. Cart?s guard. Her belly was inflating and deflating in a mad pace. She was exhausted but then, so was Dora?s mother: I could tell it from the way she was breathing through her pursed lips
I looked at the other two kids. The girl sustained my look and she grinned at me. I clutched my teeth. So did she.
?I?ll tear you to pieces?? suddenly hissed Dora?s mother.
?I?ll make you shit in front of your kids, whore!?
The next moment, they rushed at each other concomitantly ? Dora?s mother had her arms raised, ready to punch, but the taller woman took advantage of her longer reach and threw her right fist forth, fully getting Mrs. Cart between her voluminous breasts. A dull thud was heard and Dora?s mother halted in her tracks, contorting her traits in pain. She retreated and, swallowing her spittle, she rushed once more at the elder woman, arms erect.
However, the other woman anticipated Mrs. Cart?s maneuver and punched her once again, right beneath the chest bone. Dora?s mother gave a groan and she slowly folded over the redhead?s erected arm. Dora covered her face as she saw her mother stagger; a moment later, Mrs. Cart lost her balance and she stumbled forth, passing by the other woman and grabbing the brim of the small table at the other end of the compartment. The redhead followed her closely and punched Mrs. Cart in the face from behind with all her might, snapping her head sideways and, in the following moment, Dora?s mother fell on our sofa. She tried to get up but the other woman gave a scream and met her with a punch to the face, throwing Mrs. Cart back on the sofa.
Mrs. Cart parted her strong legs and propped her hands between her thighs, attempting to get up but the taller woman kicked her in the belly as hard as she could. A terrible splash was heard as the redhead's sharp tipped sandal disappeared in Mrs. Cart belly, making her curl while pressing both hands on her tummy. I realized that Dora?s mother could not breathe in and then, the other woman powerfully hammer butted her in the back of her head.
?You got her, mom!? shouted the redhead?s daughter as Mrs. Cart jerked in a most unnatural way before falling off the sofa and landing on all fours between the two sofas. Groaning, she tried to get up but the elder woman kicked her in the face, straightening Mrs. Cart and throwing her on butts. She tried to crawl backwards but her heels sled on the floor. The redhead kicked her again in the face, snapping her head and, for a brief second, I saw Mrs. Cart reel her head in daze while her muscled legs slowly outstretched. Blood rushed in my prick then, hardening it like never before and I realized I was trembling from head to toe.
I sat on the sofa, almost unable to breathe while Dora gave a loud sob.
?Mummy?? she said. ?Get up, mummy? Fight back, mummy??
Awkwardly, her mother had managed to roll on all fours, turning her ass towards the taller woman ? she tried to get up but the redhead stomped Mrs. Cart in the butts with all her might. A strange sound was then heard, as the redhead?s spiked heel sunk in Mrs. Cart?s right butt, deeply piercing it.
?Aaaaaaaaaaah!?
Mrs. Cart?s sharp shriek was covered by the redhead's children cheering their mother. The guys in the corridor began to argue and I understood that the guy had bet on the redhead and that he was now making fun of his girlfriend.
I began to shudder. The numbness around my balls began to slowly turn into a strange feeling, as if I had my groin sunk in warm honey. Meanwhile, Dora?s mother painfully arched her torso and brought both hands to her ass, pressing them against the wound in her butt while blood was already sprawling on the back of her robe.
?My aaaass!? she yelled as the taller woman took a couple of steps backwards. She lost her right sandal as she retreated and she began to go limp as she stepped on her bare foot.
?Fuck you, bitch!? hissed the redhead and she took off her other sandal ? a moment later, she began to hit Mrs. Cart in the back with the heel of the sandal. Desperate, Dora?s mother let a sharp shriek and, gathering her strength, she got up. Blood was already flooding freely on Mrs. Cart?s back of the robe, sticking it against her big ass before ruisselating on the back of her thigh.
?I?ll damned kill you, bitch!? yelled Dora?s mother and she turned to face the taller woman ? she let a most savage scream, that threw shudders through me and she began to alternate rights and lefts to the redhead?s face, surprising her by this sudden outburst of power. Fury was fuelling her and she managed to land a good series of fists on the taller woman?s nose and lips, snapping her head repeatedly and spurting blood all around. Soon, she forced her to the other end of the compartment, still flooding her with fists to the face but then, the other mother gave a wild yell and rushed forth, ignoring Mrs. Cart?s blows and pushing her towards the window, until forcing her to seat on the small table beneath the window. Mrs. Cart grinned, showing her teeth and she went for the choke with both hands. Her nails sunk in her foe?s throat but the taller woman hung on, although the veins of her neck inflated briskly and her eyes seemed to pop out. The next moment, she grabbed Mrs. Cart by the hair and yanked her head backwards, arching her neck and a most wild struggle ensued as the two strong women tossed each other, letting brief grunts interspersed by sharp screams.
Mrs. Cart?s thumbs seemed to bury in the taller woman?s throat, but the latter began to savagely pull Dora?s mother by the hair from side to side. Mrs. Cart hardened the choke then, making the taller woman grind her teeth but the latter resorted to pull Dora?s mother?s head to the left while punching her in the face with the right fist. Mrs. Cart began to punch the redhead in the tits then, making her scream and, for awhile, both held to their grips, delivering fast punches in the attempt to overwhelm the other. However, they began to tire and, once more, they concentrated on the grips with both hands.
The elder woman managed to fold Dora?s mother to her right, while Mrs. Cart succeeded in pushing her foe back by choking her neck with all her might. The taller woman gurgled. Dora?s mother gave a shriek as her foe snatched a bunch of hair off her scalp. She hardened the choke. The other woman gurgled once more and her face went blue. Mrs. Cart sensed that she was overpowering her elder foe and hardened the choke even more, fully arching the taller woman?s head. Desperate, the other woman closed her eyes and grinned, yanking Mrs. Cart?s head with all her strength. Mrs. Cart gave a brief scream but she held on.
I got up in the same moment with the other kids. We looked at each other, clutching fists. Mrs. Cart gave a loud shriek of pain as another bunch of her hair was snatched from its roots and blood began to pour in waves on her forehead and left cheek.
?Beat her, mummy! Beat her!? shouted Dora as her mother hardened the throat squeeze. Her sharp thumbnails found their way in, piercing the taller woman?s skin and blood began to instantly pour on the other woman?s neck, slowly ruisselating to her cleavage. The taller woman gulped. She opened her mouth wide. She looked around in disarray.
?Fuck? aah? you? bitch aaah?? she uttered between deep moans.
?Mom? mom?? screamed the boy. ?Fight back, mom? fight back??
However, the redhead could not hold on anymore and, the next moment, she set Mrs. Cart free and she retreated, stumbling on unsteady legs. Dora?s mother straightened herself and propped her massive ass on the brim of the table. Her eyes were filled with tears and blood was covering half of her face. Her massive breasts had spilled off her bra and I saw both her fleshy tits dangle freely underneath the robe. Gosh! Her nipples were erected like never before and they poked through the cotton of the robe as big as my thumbs!
The other woman?s cleavage was covered by the blood pouring off her neck wounds. Her muscular legs were trembling and her hard butts were shivering. She was breathing like mad and I realized then that she had a slight potbelly although she was slim.
?Punch her, mummy! Punch her ugly face away!? yelled Dora and, the next moment, the two mothers rushed in, without letting the least sound, engaging in a mutual hug. Their strong bodies clashed, their breasts intermingled and they began to impinge on their feet ? their muscles strained from head to toe, the veins of their necks inflated and soon they began to let brief grunts. Mrs. Cart sunk her teeth in her foe?s neck, right near the angle with the shoulder and she began to bite for all she was worth, making the taller woman yell in dismay. The rocker girl from the corridor yelled in triumph and so did I, but, the other woman readily slid her hand between their bodies, trying to plunge it in Mrs. Cart?s crotch.
A moment later they split. They cursed each other and they rushed back, engaging in a test of strength. Folded in half, they propped forehead against forehead and they began to push like mad, moving back and forth between the two benches, letting furious hisses. Dora?s mother went once again for the bite, managing to sink her teeth in the other woman?s shoulder, but her foe readily launched her hand forth between Mrs. Cart?s thighs. Dora?s mother sensed the peril and caught her foe by the wrist but the other woman grabbed Mrs. Cart by the hair then and pulled her head back, escaping the bite. A moment later they mutually enwrapped their heads with their muscled arms and, propping forehead against forehead they began to struggle, the taller woman still seeking to get Mrs. Cart?s groin, Dora?s mother doing her best to impeach her foe from doing it. Soon, Dora?s mother grabbed the other woman by the hair and arched her head back, but her foe strained from head to toe, still aiming for Dora?s mother?s crotch and raising her robe up in the process. Mrs. Cart?s strong legs were shivering but the taller lady was already quaking from head to toe, signaling that she was running out of fuel.
?Fuck you!? she hissed.
?I?ll kill you, bitch!? threatened Dora?s mother, baffling me.
They began to grunt but then, Mrs. Cart gathered her strength and rammed her knee as hard as she could between the elder woman?s strong thighs.
?Ah!?
"Yeah, Mrs. Cart! Knock her down" I encouraged her when seeing her foe retreat.
The redhead sled both hands underneath her robe, massaging her womanhood. Her muscular thighs were quivering and Dora?s mother sensed her foe?s confusion. Yelling in fury, she kicked her, aiming the crotch but the tall bitch twisted in the last moment, receiving the sharp tipped sandal in her left thigh.
?Aaaaah??
Yeah! The elder bitch was limping in pain by now and Mrs. Cart rushed in like mad, choking her foe with both hands and slamming her against the door. The redhead?s back thudded against the door and fear seized her as she could not withstand Mrs. Cart?s continuous pushing. However, she readily ripped her foe?s robe straps, fully exposing Dora?s mother?s voluminous breasts before grabbing and twisting them in brisk moves.
?Aaaah!?
I opened my eyes wide, as it was the first time I ever saw Dora?s mother?s breasts bare. They were big, they were terribly big and their flesh was oozing between the redhead?s fingers. Mrs. Cart?s traits were writhing in pain but she hardened the choke and, groaning like a banshee, she slammed her foe?s head against the door. The other woman began to pull on Mrs. Cart?s voluminous breasts, mashed them and sunk her nails deep in the flesh, raking the tender tits with all her might.
?Aaaaaah!?
Dora?s mother let a sharp shriek but she withstood the pain and hardened the choke, realizing that she had a lethal grip on the taller woman who was already unable to swallow her spittle. Eyes popping out, the redhead looked at her daughter in fear and she began to rake at Mrs. Cart?s tits in desperation, making her yell madly. The taller woman made a brisk movement then and managed to get one of Mrs. Cart?s erected nipples between the thumb and index finger and squeezed it as hard as she could while also sinking her nail in the soft flesh.
?Noooooooooooo!?
Mrs. Cart?s scream made me shiver and, the next moment she retreated ? her right nipple was oozing blood and she had a baffled look on her face. The taller woman rushed after her, getting Dora?s mother by the hair and tossing her up and down. However, Mrs. Cart kicked her foe in the shin, making her lose balance and they fell to the floor, arms and legs interlaced.
Dora?s mother punched her foe in the face but the other woman knee rammed Mrs. Cart in the belly. The place between the sofas was narrow and, since they had no place to retreat, they went for each other, Mrs. Cart choking the other bitch, her foe yanking her by the hair. They began to kick, to knee each other but none had enough leverage to inflict any serious damage and then, Mrs. Cart hardened the choke.
The other woman answered by slamming Mrs. Cart?s head to the floor. Dora?s mother began to punch her foe with her left hand while choking her with the other. The taller woman began to punch too and soon, blood spurted once more from their faces. The taller woman threw her right leg over Dora?s mother?s waist, pinning her to the floor, but Mrs. Cart powerfully kneed her between the thighs, making her foe grunt.
?Fuck you! I?ll tear you apart, bitch!? hissed the redhead.
?I?ll rip your flesh, whore!? shouted Mrs. Cart in a tone that made me look at Dora in disbelief.
Again, Dora?s mother kneed her foe and the elder woman rolled on her back, curling, unable to breathe. I shouted, rejoicing at the sight of Dora?s mother who mounted the taller woman but the latter suddenly laid her hand over one of her sandals and, grasping it, she delivered a most powerful heel blow that got Mrs. Cart in the jaw. Blood busted out off her face and Dora?s mother staggered above her foe ? the redhead hit her once again, getting her in the cheek now and piercing her skin. A crunch was heard as the heel collided to Mrs. Cart?s teeth and, a moment later, Dora?s mother fell aside, propping on the bench and pressing her holey cheek with the left palm. Her bare breasts heaved like bellows and blood was pouring through her fingers, covering her left cheek all over before spreading on her neck. She tried to crawl away but the other woman hit her with the sandal?s heel for the third time, getting Mrs. Cart in the forehead and slashing her skin open. Blood instantly flooded Mrs. Cart?s face, blinding her and the redhead grabbed her by the hair with the left hand, pulled her head forth and delivered a flinging heel blow to the ear, piercing it.
?Ayyyyyyyyyyyy!?
Mrs. Cart?s scream threw shudders through my spine while the redhead?s daughter began to shout, cheering her mother. Dora began to yell too, urging her mother to fight back, the guy on the corridor was shouting at the other mother, encouragingly and I shouted at Mrs. Cart at my turn. Fear, fury, or perhaps both, made Dora?s mother leap forth - she shoved the taller woman on her butts and she readily got above her. Mrs. Cart?s fingers went for the eye gouge but the other woman averted her face and dug once again a heel blow in her foe?s back but hadn?t had enough leverage to hurt Dora?s mother. Mrs. Cart grabbed the other woman by the hand holding the sandal while straightening her trunk above her foe and choking her with the other hand.
The taller woman let a yell of frustration and she briskly twisted beneath Mrs. Cart, getting on her belly. Dora?s mother enwrapped the redhead?s neck from above but the other woman raised her ass in the air and threw Mrs. Cart off balance, sending her face first against the door of the compartment.
They both got up and, yelling like wild beasts, they charged each other. The taller woman made it for Mrs. Cart?s groin on the spot. Dora?s mother captured her foe?s wrist but the other woman pushed as hard as she could, pressing Mrs. Cart against the door. Mrs. Cart tried to eye gouge with her other hand but the taller woman placed her forehand across Dora?s mother?s throat and impinged on her feet as hard as she could, pinning Mrs. Cart against the door. Dora?s mother was still trying to eye gouge but the elder woman kept averting her face and, as the struggle went on, I realized that her hand was getting closer and closer to Mrs. Cart?s groin despite the latter?s desperate efforts to protect her womanhood. I felt that a thick juice bathed my genitals and, for a brief moment, I didn?t know what to do. However, I forgot everything about it when I saw that Dora?s mother grabbed her foe?s wrist with both hands, driving it away from her groin. However, by doing so, Mrs. Cart allowed the taller woman a full maneuverability for her other arm.
"Mrs. Cart, beware!" I warned her, but it was too late since the elder woman enwrapped her neck in reverse and bent her in two, capturing her head under the left armpit. Dora?s mother let a bewildered shout and parted her legs, pushing against her foe, but the latter spun her around and threw Mrs. Cart across one of the sofas. Dora?s mother fell on her butts and she instantly tried to get up but the taller woman readily got over her and forced her on the back. A moment later, the redhead placed her left forearm against Mrs. Cart?s throat and pinned her head to the sofa. As the seconds went by, the taller woman made serious efforts to plunge her right hand in Mrs. Cart?s groin, fully rolling up her robe and exposing her strong legs on full length. Dora?s mother realized what her foe was after and got her by the wrist. The elder woman leaned then with all her weight on the forearm that crushed Mrs. Cart?s throat while still straining in order to lay her hand on her foe?s exposed groin. Dora?s mother began to twist from side to side, but the forearm crushing her windpipe prevented her from moving freely. Feeling that the taller woman had enough leverage and that she would soon get her by the cunt, Dora?s mother tried to join her muscled thighs but the redhead anticipated her maneuver and hastily mounted on Mrs. Cart?s right thigh, keeping her legs spread as her right hand advanced more and more towards her target. Mrs. Cart tried to bridge, but her feet were on the floor and she didn't have the needed leverage to raise her massive ass off the bench.
?Damn it?? hissed Dora?s mother and she attempted to eye gouge but the the elder woman snaked above Mrs. Cart until resting her left shin over her foe?s right arm. Mrs. Cart tried to twist to her left but the other woman enwrapped her leg around Mrs. Cart's right leg, steadying her.
?Sweet Jesus?? hissed Dora?s mother, overwhelmed.
She tried to bridge but her right thigh was mounted by the taller bitch while her right arm was pinned under the redhead?s shin and her throat was constantly crushed by her foe?s forearm. The redhead sensed that she was slowly getting the upper hand and she concentrated on driving her right hand towards the younger woman?s womanhood.
Mrs. Cart let a terrible hiss then and she began to snake beneath the taller woman while also hardening the muscles of her neck, trying to prevent her being suffocated by the redhead?s forearm. However, the taller woman raised her ass in the air and she leaned with all her weight over Mrs. Cart?s throat before jibbing over her in fast pace.
?Fuck your mother?s... ass... scumbag!? hissed Mrs. Cart, making me open the eyes wide, in disbelief. It was the first time ever I heard her curse like that...
But, Dora's mother was desperate. She brought her left heel on the bench, near her muscled butts, seeking to pull off her sandal, but she realized that by doing so, she would free her foe?s right hand, enabling her to grab her by the cunt. Moments later, Mrs. Cart began to kick with her left heel in her foe?s right thigh, leaving bloody marks on her skin, but the redhead rapidly moved sideways, fully getting on the bench and cross pinning Dora?s mother. She leaned with all her weight over Mrs. Cart?s torso and, taking advantage of the latter?s helpless struggle, she managed to enwrap her neck in reverse, capturing it at the left armpit and leaning over it with the left side of her torso.
A moment later, Dora?s mother began to aimlessly jerk her strong legs in the air. Soon, she brought both heels on the bench, near her massive ass, trying to bridge, but the elder bitch simply leaned on her neck while hardening the reverse lock she had on Mrs. Cart?s neck.
The younger woman raised her legs in the air, uselessly flailing them as she tried to resist the terrible throat crush. Her white panties were deeply stuck in her hairy cunt, moistened by the heavy perspiration that made them almost see through while her big breasts quaked in rhythm with her short, inefficient breathes.
"Fight, Mrs. Cart, fight!" I encouraged her, realizing that she was more and more scared: she aimlessly twisted her feet and, every now and then she would prop on her wide parted heels in the futile attempt of bridging. Unable to stand the neck squeeze anymore, she suddenly plunged her left hand in the redhead?s mane, yanking her head. However, she therefore exposed her womanhood.
?You?re mine now, bitch!? triumphantly hissed the other mother and she readily plunged her right hand in Mrs. Cart?s fully exposed groin.
?Aah??
Dora?s mother released her foe?s hair and she readily grabbed her wrist but the redhead was already penetrating her cunt in brief, wild thrusts, sticking inside Mrs. Cart?s vagina her white panties.
?Mummy!? shouted Dora. Her mother strained tremendously but her grunts slowly turned to sharper and sharper moans that exhibited her growing fear. As time passed by, the elder woman began to let rhythmical grunts, synchronously with her outbursts of effort by which she attempted to sink her fingers deeper and deeper in Mrs. Cart?s genitals. Suddenly, as her panties tore, Dora?s mother gave a shriek, clutching the eyelids. Instantly, the other woman curled her fingers in Mrs. Cart's cunt.
?No!? hissed Mrs. Cart as she began to look around in desperation. Her eyes met mine and I readily made up the deep fear that animated her. She began to realize that the other mother was stronger and I?m sure that it was only shame that prevented her to give in.
?No!? she hissed again, clearly spent out, making Dora yell:
"Jesus Christ, mom, she's stronger than you! Quit, mom! Quit!"
Gritting, Mrs. Cart shook her head and Dora looked at me, as if asking for help but there was nothing I could do. The sight of the redhead taking her time to methodically rake Mrs. Cart?s groin was already making me quake, while an unforeseen feeling shook my groin in most powerful outbursts. By then, Dora?s mother could only take shallow breathes. She tried to oppose the elder woman?s devastating maneuver but, when she understood that the other woman was slowly but steadily wasting her, she lost her control. First, she let a shriek that exhibited her growing fear and I understood that she will soon give in. The other mother felt Mrs. Cart growing dismay and she began to rake her cunt harder.
"Yeah, mom, do her! Do her!" shouted the redhead's daughter when seeing Dora?s mother suddenly open her eyes wide, looking straight at the ceiling. Mrs. Cart let another sharp shriek and I realized that she was still trying to hold on, not willing to lose her face in front of her daughter and me. However, the other woman hardened the neck lock, overwhelming Dora's mother. Mrs. Cart erected her long legs in a prolonged spasm but it was obvious that she hadn't had much fight left in her. Moments later, ignoring the shame, she moaned:
?OK? OK? I can't take it... anymore? I give??
The elder woman, however, was straining harder and harder, deaf to Dora?s mother?s surrender. Some moments passed by and, bewildered, Mrs. Cart attempted once more to fight back but the taller woman?s fingers had grabbed her pubic bone, pinning Dora?s mother?s wide hips to the sofa. She hardened the neck lock even more, gradually suffocating Mrs. Cart. Soon, Mrs. Cart?s left hand slid on the redhead?s forearm, in sheer exhaustion. A moment later, the younger woman began to quake in effort and her belly started to heave faster and faster.
?OK? OK, woman? We fought? You?re? better? Let?s stop? I give?? hissed Mrs. Cart once more but the other mother began to mumble something strange, as if apologizing and we all understood that she wouldn?t stop.
?Omygod? Omygod?? hissed Dora?s mother and then, her strong arms began to tremble harder and harder. She arched herself in an unconscious movement that fully exposed her womanhood, allowing the elder woman to fully grab her pubic bone and rake as hard as she could in her inner parts.
?Aaaaaah? I give? Mother? I give? I tell you I give?? shouted Mrs. Cart as the other woman started to thrust her hand in furious bursts, as if finger fucking her foe. Dora?s mother began to tremble from head to toe. Her arms collapsed, her knees fell apart in a helpless stance and the other woman grabbed her clit between the thumb and the pubic bone.
?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!?
Mrs. Cart?s sharp scream made me stagger. Dora burst into tears. The redhead?s kids began to clap hands, urging their mother to go on while Mrs. Cart erected her long legs like cardboard. Her fingers grasped the leather of the sofa. Her eyes popped out. In the meantime, the elder woman kept thrusting her hand forth, again and again, throwing spasms through Mrs. Cart?s body, as she was impaled deeper and deeper. Suddenly, Mrs. Cart gave a louder scream and blood began to pour off her cunt. Froth instantly blasted off her wide opened mouth and the elder woman briskly got off her, pulling her clit and snatching it from its root. She threw it in my face and the pulsating clit stuck on my cheek like a piece of mud.
?Noooooo!? shouted Dora as her mother briskly raised her trunk, sitting on the brim of the sofa, slowly curling. She was looking in front of her with wide open eyes, jaw fallen. A moment later, she fell to the floor, near the sofa, sliding both hands in her womanhood. The redhead kicked her in the face and Dora?s mother fell aside. Awkwardly, she tried to get on all fours but pain prevented her from taking her hands from between her muscular thighs. Although she got to her knees, she instantly fell forth, face sunk in the floor and pointing up her massive, bare ass. She raised her calves in the air now and then, letting deep groans. She was continuously kneading her toes and soon, her sandals slipped off her feet.
?Finish her up, mom!? shouted the other boy and the elder woman stomped Mrs. Cart in the back of her head, crushing her face against the floor. The next moment, she grabbed Dora?s mother by the hair and she dragged her towards the door of the compartment. She hoisted Mrs. Cart to her knees and she slammed her face against the door ? hundreds of blood droplets spurted on the door and, for a moment or two, Dora?s mother stood against the door?s compartment, as if glued to it. She tried to grab the knob and to get up but her strength failed her and she slowly sled down, her massive butts resting between her parted heels, hands erected forth, propping on the door.
?Please? woman? stop?? she begged. "You did... me... I have a daughter... to raise..."
However, the elder woman grabbed Mrs. Cart by the ankles and she pulled her to the middle of the compartment. She parted her long legs and, while Mrs. Cart attempted to prop on erected palms, she forcefully kicked her cunt, sending a terrible shudder through Mrs. Cart?s muscular body.
?You? kill me? woman?? mumbled Dora?s mother. ?I give? I give??
?I don?t give a damn for your begging,? hissed the redhead and she readily stomped Dora?s mother in the loins, provoking a dull thud.
Dora?s mother froze. Blood had already gathered beneath her heavy butts and her muscular legs were twitching uncontrollably. Moments later, Mrs. Cart awkwardly got to her parted knees, curling and pressing both hands against her bleeding groin. As she was folded forth, her massive, shivering butts were parted, fully exposing the thick fur between them. Blood was still pouring off her cunt, creeking through her fingers before gathering in a puddle on the floor. Her muscular thighs were trembling and her bare breasts were dangling from side to side, sweeping the floor and leaving a stain of blood on it.
Snarling, the elder bitch stomped her in the tailbone, provoking a dry crack. Dora?s mother instantly straightened herself and she brought her hands to her back, freezing. Her mouth seemed to yawn but she could not breathe; her breasts were still swaying in afterwaves and she sucked in her slight bulging tummy. She did her best to drag in the much needed air but she still couldn?t. I realized that Mrs. Cart won't make it - she won't get back home, I told myself.
"Mother... mother..." she mumbled and I understood that she also knew that the other woman will finish her for good. Soon, her face went blue and the redhead grabbed her by the hair from behind and straightened her torso, exposing her heaving, voluminous breasts, to the two rockers on the corridor.
?No?? begged Dora?s mother but the redhead kneed her in the back of the head, throwing her forth on her belly and breasts.
Mrs. Cart?s forehead bumped powerfully against the door ? she began to quake and, a moment later, her sphincters let her out: she gave an endless fart and urine gushed off her bladder, mingling with blood. She tried to roll aside but the elder woman powerfully stomped her head, crushing Mrs. Cart?s face against the floor.
A horrible crunch was heard. Blood spurted off Mrs. Cart's face and, concomitantly, semen erupted off my erected dick. I could not take my eyes away from Dora?s mother who was quaking erratically beneath her victress? bare foot. Snarling, the redhead stomped her once again, in the back of her neck, this time. Dora?s mother farted and the foul smell of the feces filled the compartment as shit began to slowly slide off her ass hole.
It?s only then that the other mother turned Mrs. Cart belly up and what ensued was far beyond any of my expectations: the elder woman placed her sole over Mrs. Cart's face, leaning on it until, desperate, Dora's mother began to lick it. Eyes wide open in terror, the younger woman looked at the redhead and the latter sled then her big toe in her mouth.
"Mummy!" shouted Dora as her mother began to thoroughly suck the other mother's toe. Weirdly, Mrs. Cart?s genital hair erected like a crest while her begging eyes pointed straight in her foe's. The redhead snarled and, shocked, I saw Mrs. Cart humbly smile back at her victress, sucking her toe harder and harder, obviously seeking to please her. Hope showed on her face and, moaning, she embraced the redhead's crushing foot, slurping her toes one by one and searching the pardon in her eyes.
However, the other mother suddenly knee dropped over Mrs. Cart's throat, provoking a horrible gnash. Mrs. Cart's shameful smile froze and her long legs began to jerk in violent outbursts. The redhead twisted on her knee, launching a shudder in Mrs. Cart's muscular body and she got up, leaving her quiver uncontrollably, her massive ass bathing in her own feces, cunt tightening rhthmically and bleeding in abundant bursts.
Slowly, her spasms subsided. After a minute, Dora's mother fully sprawled, her head rolled aside and she remained still, her big body shaken from side to side by the train rattling on the rails. It's only then that I remembered of her clit that was still glued to my cheek.

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