Posted by Johnny on 6/9/2003, 2:18 pm
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We were younger my best friend and I manipulated our mothers into a fist and catfight. I guess we just wanted to see two females fight. Let me go back to the beginning. My best friend was named Jack and he was about a half-year-older than I. Anyway we were at my house when pro-wrestling was on and the match was two male wrestlers who both had female managers. Suddenly the managers ran into the ring and started to get into the action, pulling hair and rolling around in the ring. Just then my mother, who is named Beth and is 5'5" 130 pounds and has reddish hair that was shoulder length, came into the room. "Look, Mrs. Harris." Jack said, "Women wrestling." Mom looked at the screen and gave a short laugh saying, "Sorry boys, that is not wrestling, that's a catfight?” What's that, Mom" I innocently asked. "That's a name they have given to two females in a fight." She explained. Jack then asked, "How is that different than wrestling?" "Well, boys, wrestling is trying to pin to other person and there are rules, but in a fight the object is to win. In the case of Women or girls that means pulling hair or clothes, and punching and Scratching and any part of the other person body is fair game." "Wow, Mrs. Harris you seem to know at lot about it. How do you know so much, "Jack where I went to school there was a fight almost every day and some of them were between girls, and before you ask, yes I had a Couple." "Please Mom tell about us about them!" I pleaded. "OK guys." And my beautiful Mom told my friend and I all about her girl fights. After she was done she said, "Now go out and play. I have to clean house." What Jack and I did was run to our tree house that was between the two Properties. I probably should explain that our houses were on two different streets but our backyards join each other. There was maybe 150 Feet between them with each house have 50 feet Of nice level yard and then share 50 feet of dense woods along the back almost like a private little park When we got into the tree house Jack said, "Man that was great!" "I know. It made me hard when your Mom told us about fighting with those other girls and what they did to each other in the fights." "Me too, There's only one thing we can do." "Yup" I answered and we pulled down our pants and underpants and Began to jerk off. (No we never touch each other's)After we were finished Jack said, "I wonder if my Mom has ever been In a cat fight? “Why don't you go and ask. Then you tell me." "Sure. Meet you back here in a couple of hours." Two hours later Jack was telling me about the fights his mother had Been in and what they were all like. "Man I sure would like to see a real girl fight." I said. Jack thought for a moment and then said, "Dave, don't be mad but I was thinking that I would love to see our mothers in a fight." Against who I foolishly asked? Each other, of course my mother could fight yours and we could watch them and see what happens. "Yea that would be something!" I thought for a moment and then asked, "How can we do it?" We decided the best plan would be to trick them into it some way. And I have been thinking. If you and I would pretended to be arguing over which mother would Win and then pretend to fight ourselves that might be enough to get them fighting." It sounded like a good plan to me so we set into motion the next day. Jack knew that his mother liked a television program at certain time of the day, and she would be watching it in their living room. After he made sure that the window were opened so she would hear us has we stood under it. We both slapped our faces a few times to make them red and start a few tears. Then we started with Jack saying, "Come on, Dave, you know my mother could beat your mother up. "No she wouldn't. My mom would win! No Mine would "Oh yea?" With that we grabbed each other by the shirt and started moving around his backyard. We had even worked out signals so we would look like we were we hitting each other. I noticed Mrs. O'Hara she was standing in her doorway watching us. I whispered that fact to Jack and he gave me the sign. It looked like he had punched my stomach. Then I gave him the sign and threw a punch at his head. He threw his head back as if I gave him a haymaker. We fell to the ground and rolled around it. We both knew it would me more convincing if we had dirt on us. As we rolled around we pulled hair and clothes and tried to throw Punches that looked real. Suddenly we were each grabbed by an arm and pulled apart. Still trying to be convincing we tried kicking and still tried getting back at each other. What's this all about? Mrs. O'Hara asked. "Dave said his Mom could beat you up." Jack answered. Mrs. O'Hara smiled and then asked the question we had anticipated. "And how are you two fighting proving which Mother would win?" Jack and I looked at each other in panic when I said, "Family pride." "Oh." Was all she said for a moment and then told Jack to go in the house and she would take me home and talk to my mother. As we near the backdoor of my house, I could see my Mom looking out and I tried to struggle to get away, which made Mrs. O'Hara grab tighter. I knew if I acted like she was hurting me my Mom would not like that. "What's going on here?" Mom asked as she opened the door." Our boys were fighting, Beth." Mrs. O'Hara answered. "Dave, why were you fighting, what was it about "Before I could answer, Mrs. O'Hara said, over US and which one of us would Win if you and I had a fight." "That's crazy, Joyce. The boys are best friends." "I know. But nonetheless that was what they were fighting over." Mom took my arm but Mrs. O'Hara didn't release my other arm right away. The two women stood there looking each other in the eyes, and then Mom said, You can unhand my son now, Come on, Dave, I'll have to come up with some punishment for fighting." I walked inside but my Mom stayed at the door and talked quietly to Mrs. O’Hara for a few moments. Inside of our kitchen Mom sat down in a chair and looked me over. She was real interested in my arm that Joyce had hold of. "Did she Hurt you, Honey?", "No Mom," I smiled and said, "she not that tough." Mom smiled at that and then hugged me. I decided to press the issue. "Could you beat her, Mom?" She looked toward the O'Hara house for second and then back to me. Yes of course, but don’t you start fights over it, was all she said! Kissed me on the forehead and looked out the door towards their house. Jack and I both knew we would not be able to see each other while we worked our plan, but we had other friends, which we used. We would call each other at a certain time and when our mothers asked who it was we would say it was one of other friends. It was lucky for both of us that our mothers didn't socialize much and could check the calls out. Soon we started the call to each other but if a mother answered the phone all we would say, "My mom says she would win." Soon the mothers started in too, when they would see each other. It always seemed that Joyce would start it. She would go up to my mother when they would see each other in public by saying real low almost in a whisper "Don’t even think about it” or "You know I could smack you silly”. Mom was getting angrier each time this happened. Then it HAPPENED! We had gone grocery shopping early one morning. When we came out to the car we all meet face to face, they were coming into the store. They stopped and looked at us as we put the bags in the car. The four of us stared at each other, then Jack made like he was punching something and pointed at Mom and me and laughed. Joyce joined in and was laughing too. She looked at Mom and then cocked her finger and sneered as if she was saying come here to Mom. Mom turned and got in the car I could tell she was really mad about seeing them making fun of us. On the way home she asked me if I had any plans for that afternoon. I had none and told her so. "Good." Around eleven o'clock Mom asked me to call and see if Jack is home. I did as she asked and when Jack answered Mom told me to see if Joyce is home. Jack said yes and I told Mom. "Tell him I want to talk to her." When Mrs. O'Hara got on the phone Mom asked me to go upstairs, but I only pretended to do what she asked because, I only went around the corner and listened to her talking to Mrs. O'Hara. “No I did not appreciate Jack's gestures and then you laughing at it, Joyce." Pause then, "Yes I can take a joke but it was not funny. Look this has nothing to do with being tough. OK if that is the way you want it fine. Mom hung up the phone and yelled to me. I waited a moment and then came back into the room. "Yea Mom what is going on?" "Nothing, Honey."