Posted by A.V. on 12/21/2001, 8:15 am

My sister is three years younger than me so this would have been when my sister was in her first year at senior school. She had been coming home with badly bruised shins and finally my mother got out of her the Martina Hammond had been bullying her. We lived in a fairly rural setting and the Hammonds were a particularly unpleasant family and one to steer clear of. She was tall, 5'6 to 5'7, with ginger hair and a permanent sort of sneer. Anyway I was walking with my mother down this alley which was a shortcut to the corner shop when coming in the opposite direction was Marina Hammond and two of her friends. My mother said there's that little b-tch and I said just leave it mum we can't beat them and it'll only make matters worse. As they passed us my mum was staring hard at Martina who said to my mum 'what you looking at' 'I'm looking at you you common little b-tch. My Mum would have been 42 she was a well built woman 5'5 with big breasts and strong legs (she was a keen horserider). 'Yeah well f*ck off you old cow' This was in an age where young women just didn't speak to adults like that. I could see my mum was amazed she had probably never been spoken to like that ever before and she had a certain physical presence where people would't treat her disrespectfully. She went towards Martina and said how dare you and raised her hand to strike her Martina cought her hand and the two of them hand locked in front of them about face height. After 4 or 5 seconds Martina broke her hand free and slapped my mother really hard around the face. My mum cried out and put her hand up to her face. Martina was shocked herself but wasn't going to back away and sttod her ground. My mum said you little..... and just blindly lunged at her. Instinctively Martina half turned away as my mum crashed into her and both went down in a heap. Martina was wearing her school uniform which was a white blouse with a two inch tie tied in a huge knot grey skirt and white socks. My mum was just wearing a light summer dress. Anyway as they crashed down my mum was the driving force and was half on to but Martina sort of half had her back to her my mum got on her knees with one hand on her shoulder the other in the air to strike her. Martina lashed out with her foot and cought my mum in the side and brought her foot back again and lifted her leg high in the air and hooked the back of her knee around the back of my mums kneck and roughly wrenched my mother to the ground banging the side of her face on the dirt surface of the alley. She her other leg under and had my mum in a scizzors lock but with her back to my mum so she was facing dowmn mum's back and backs of her legs. my mum must have been dazed or shocked but Martine reaching behind her bum grabbed a handful of mum's hair twisting it rerally viciously and jerked her head right up between her legs and clamped her thighs around mum's head so effectively the cheeks of her arse were on the back of my mother's head she was wearing navy blue knickers and her skin was really white with a fewginger freckles. I couldn't understand why mum wasn't doing anything and just seemed to lying there passively waiting for Martina next move other than trying to pull her dress down that had ridden up over her thighs. Her friends were saying 'f--kin do 'er' Martina had a look of real satisfaction on her face and said to her mates 'what's old cow doing' 'nothing f--kin' 'it 'er' Martina said see if she's got a hairy box and started pulling mum's dress up to expose her panties. My mother started wriggling frantically and Martina started shouting and swearing at her clenched her fist and reached behind her to try and punch my mother's face my mumoved her hand up to protect her face and tried to prise her thighs apart mking scratches on the white skin. Reaching behind her Martina couldn't get at my mum's face plus she was getting her legs scratched so with a susudden twist she got herself into a sitting position on mum's back and neck. Mum lifted her bum in the air to buck her off. Martina's face smile/grimace and really viciously punched mum twice in the back. She the leaned forward and pulled my Mother's dress right up to the small of her back. She told her friends to 'pull 'er f--king kaks off I wanna see her box' Mum started shouting and thrashing around. Martina lifted her bum about 4 or 5 inches off my mum's neck and slammed down again as hard as she could literally splattering my mum's face on the floor. This was just as the other one was pulling her pants off. There was silence and then mum statrted crying like a baby and her friend said 'f--kin' 'ell Mart you are't smashed up her face good' Marina's skirt had ridden right up and the navy blue knickers were wet in the front and so were the insides of her thighs were she had wet herself and wet on my mum's neck and back. My mum was crying in a hoarse rhythmical sort of way. The other two said 'quick we betterscat Mart' I just couldn't believe that a thirteen year old could deal so easily and viciously with a powerful 42 year old. Martina got off my mum and the thtree of them started to run away but Martina stopped and ran back and looked down at my mum sneering sort of smile. My mum was still howling but had moved into a foetal position - her nose was broken as were her two front teeth and her lips were swollen and badly split and here was this thirteen year old admiring her work. She then moved behind mum and really kicked her between the legs baring her teeth as she did it Mum screamed and chanted like a mantr 'please, please' over and over again. Aman walking his dog helped us home. Mum had to go to hospital and my Dad insisted on calling the police who basically said that she was too young to prsecute and besides her two friens swore blind that mum had started it. So we had to move away.