Posted by Johnny on 6/9/2003, 2:18 pm
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Out in the backyard Mom stood as if waiting. Within three minutes Jack and his mother came out of the woods that separated our two houses. Mom was wearing her summer dress that was green and came only to her knees and blue sneakers. Joyce's dress was like Mom's but it was blue and her tennis shoes were white. Joyce pointed a corner of the yard and told Jack to go over there. Mom pointed to the corner of the house and said "Go over there, Sweetie and do not interfere in any way. Don't you interfere either, Jack." Don't worry about him, Beth. I will not need his help. That said the two women stared at each other without saying a word. They just stared for ages with the anger growing and growing inside of them and like women do in these situations they jumped out and grabbed each other's hair and began pulling the others hair. They pulled so hard that their heads were both pulled back as far as they could go. Then they tried kicking each other but being so close together they couldn't get in any effective kicks at each other. Of course Jack and I were thrilled as we watched our mothers fight. They eased up on the hair pulling so that now they looked each other in the eye. As if my mutual consents they released each others hair and stepped back. Then they brought their hands up and clasped them together. They began pulling and pushing each other all around trying to get the other balance. Joyce won this as she pulled Mom way off balance so that Mom spun to the ground. Joyce was on top of her in a second and the two pretty women began rolling around the yard. They quit rolling and Joyce was on top so she sat on Mom's stomach and tried to slap my mothers face. She couldn't get a good slap in though because Mom kept moving her head side to side, so then Joyce punched Mom's stomach. "Ow!" was all Mom said and then Joyce got in a couple of slaps to Mom's face. How does it fell to have your face slapped silly in front of your son. My Mom tried to slap her back but being on the bottom she was getting slapped and was only able to slap at her rivals chest and arms. I was thinking she was about to give up. However Mom started bucking until she got Joyce off her. The two fighters got to their feet with Mom rubbing her reddening face. Joyce came toward Mom but Mom was ready for her and slapped Joyce in her face. Joyce stopped in her tracks. "OK, Beth." She said and brought her fists up. Mom did the same with hers and they began to throw punch after punch at each other. Mom got lucky and caught Joyce with a right to her cheek. Joyce backed up and looked at Mom who still had her fists up. Joyce wiped her cheek, maybe checking for blood, and then raised her fists. Again they threw punches but this time Joyce brought a blow to Mom's stomach. Mom grabbed her stomach and bent over and Joyce brought her knee up into my mother's face. Mom felled to the ground stunned. Her nose was bleeding profusely. I feared it might have been broken. If Joyce had asked Mom, she most likely might have given up, but Joyce just paraded around the yard with her arms up in victory. However Mom Quickly recovered and stood. "Come on, b###h! You want to fight or dance?" Mom yelled at her adversary. Joyce just walked to Mom and they again grabbed hair and began pulling. Suddenly they grabbed each other dress in one hand and began punching with their other. Mom got even for the knee by getting in two real good punches to Joyce's nose causing it to bleed. Suddenly they both got caught with a fist to the cheek and Joyce stumbled and fell. As she fell backward she grabbed my mother’s dress and my Mom grabbed her dress and hit her in the cheek causing her head to snap back and fall to the ground. But they still had a hold of each other's dress so that they ripped. My Mom fell over, being pulled down by Joyce’s grip on her dress so our mothers were both flat on their back now. Both dresses had ripped right down the front so that their bras and panties were showing. My mother again recovered first and stood up and removed her ripped dress. She then walked over to Joyce and stomped on her unprotected stomach. Joyce grabbed her belly and rolled over on to it, so Mom stomped on her back a couple of times. Suddenly Joyce rolled again but this time she grabbed Mom's leg making Mom fall to the ground. Joyce quickly got on top of Mom and grabbed her hair and pounded her head into the ground. Mom did the only thing she could do and grabbed Joyce by both breasts. She began to squeeze Joyce's tit flesh. By now Joyce's bra straps had broken so that her bra was hanging on her belly. This gave Mom free access to Joyce's mammeries and she used the advantage. She was digging into the boobs for all she was worth. I loved every second of this it was the first time I had seen anyone I knew topless, I could even see the scratches and red marks my Mom was leaving on them. Joyce was screaming in pain and grabbed Mom's tits through her bra, but Joyce could not get the leverage she wanted so she grabbed Mom's bra and pulled it down so Mom's tits were reveal. Then she began clawing my mother's breasts. Now both our Mothers were down to panties. They seemed so skimpy and thin, you could see little wisps of our mothers pubic hair under and coming out the sides. They both rolled over and over their legs looked so sexy locked and twisting over and around the others. They slapped punched and kneed each other now they seemed to gasp and shriek when they did something to each other. This was everything I had hoped for and more. When they rolled up against a tree my Mom pushed Joyce off and they both quickly Got to their feet. Both our Mothers boobs were bleeding slightly. Both women were quietly moaning and crying from the pain that they were causing each other. Mom looked at me and frantically tried to get her bra back up to cover herself. Taking the opportunity Joyce rushed up and smacked my mom right in the mouth with a right hook. Mom fell to the ground, she may have been unconscious for a few seconds and her jaw looked broken. Joyce looked down at my Mom then spat on her beaten body. She tenderly put her boobs away then walked over to Jack and took his hand, leading him out of our garden without saying anything to me, leaving me alone with my badly beaten Mom. I helped my Mom back into our house and I wanted to call an ambulance but she didn’t want me to. Since then my Mom and Mrs. O’Hara have had another fight, just as nasty as this one and there is still tension between them. I might write up the other fight sometime if I get a good response from this post and if anyone wants to hear it. Johnny