Mother-Daughter Redux by Ombar

The end of my relationship with Leigh was coming. We had been going out together for almost 2 years and as often happens, things between us cooled off. Too much drama for me, maybe not enough drama for her, whatever. She was acting desperate and seemed threatened by any friendship I had with other girls, no matter how innocent that friendship was, and this was creating a tension between us that just hung in the air. Instead of the constant thing our relationship had been in the past, a new phase had begun. Now it was an on again/off again thing. We’d be hot and heavy for a while, there would be a blowup, and then a quiet period. A few days of no contact, then an apology and reconciliation. Like I said – drama.
Leigh’s middle sister was growing up and joining in the family circus, competing for attention with both Leigh and their mom. Nothing like the craziness between Leigh and Mrs. K, but more and more she would flirt with me just to piss off her big sister. Leigh would come downstairs from getting dressed for our date, I’d be in their living room waiting, and just as Leigh came down the stairs Lainie would sit down on my lap. 15 years old, filling out nicely, and flirty as hell. Leigh had administered a few minor beatings to her sister for this, further straining her relationship with her mother who had to pull her eldest daughter off her middle one. As Leigh got ready to go off to college on a track scholarship, she cared less and less about keeping the delicate truce with her mom and cared more and more about asserting herself. Mrs. K played right along, giving as much attitude as she got from Leigh, and often using me to give it. Telling me she’d call me later to talk, complimenting me on how I looked, that my workouts were paying off for me and that I was “hot”, all in front of Leigh. My girlfriend would look daggers at her mom, who would only smile and walk out of the room telling us, “Have fun, you kids.” But as she walked away she would touch my cheek lightly or let her fingers fun across my shoulders. That stuff would send Leigh ballistic. For an older woman in her mid-forties Leigh's mom had maintained and even improved her killer physique. She was an avid runner, watched her diet, and with my coaching had taken up weight training. At 5'4" and a trim 125 pounds she was a looker. Lean and muscular runner's legs were complimented by a tight waist and an unbelievable chest. 40 DD's that stood up and begged to be noticed. Even bare-chested, there was zero sag. Large nipples measuring a good 3" across gave her a rack even Playboy bunnies would envy.
In comparison, Leigh was built like a weight lifter and strength athlete. Competitive ice skating had built her legs into thickly muscled pillars of power and her large and chiseled calves complemented her thighs perfectly. She had the lower body of a gymnast and was often asked about her athletic background. I had gotten both her and her mom into weight training with the superb Universal weight station in their basement. Leigh took to lifting like a fish to water, quickly becoming addicted to how it made her feel and how it changed her body. After only a year of weights her upper body matched her lower body in muscular development. By this summer she looked like an aspiring body builder. Maybe because of the competition between her and her mother's lean physique, maybe because of personal insecurity, Leigh had always been afraid of looking fat. She wasn't, but with her thickly muscled legs If she didn't do some cardio she tended to look bulky. Therefore her daily regimen included some jogging and100 sit-ups every morning. She developed a nice six-pack set of abs and was quite proud of them. She also relished the attention her developed biceps earned her. She stood 5'6" tall and weighed between 135 and 145 pounds. Her chest was a gorgeous 36D, a measurement she had since about the 9th grade. Like her mom, Leigh's chest was firm and full, and when topless her breasts seemed to defy gravity. They simply refused to sag.

Mrs. K. spoke to me about her flirtations, making sure I knew why she did these things. One day when she and I were alone, outside her house while I waited for Leigh to shower and change, she brought up this subject.

“Ombar, I do like you. You’re a good friend and I feel like I can trust you. I just don’t want you to read the wrong message in how I act. Sometimes I just like teasing Leigh.”

“No problem JoAnn, I get it. And of course you can trust me. You know that. You don’t need to worry that I will get the wrong idea or make assumptions. You should also know how much I value our friendship. I’d never do anything to compromise that.”

“Good. Then we’re on the same page. Leigh and I have some issues. They’ll work themselves out, I’m sure, one way or another. And you’ve seen some of how we work them out. You know I like to perform, and that I like an audience. I’m glad you understand.”

“I do get it. And if I’m being honest I have to tell you I enjoy it.”

“Yeah, I can tell. That’s not something you can easily hide.”

“Well, I HAVE seen you topless. THAT’S not something I’ll ever forget! And I’ve seen you fight more than once. That’s something else I’ll never get over.”

“Yeah, well, like I said, I do like to perform for an audience. But it only works because of the trust. As long as we have that I expect you’ll get plenty of entertainment with THIS family!”

Mrs. K’s words were prophetic. It was the summer before our freshmen year in college. I was heading to school in Georgia and Leigh was going to Penn State. This season was our last hurrah in our sleepy little hometown and at our lake club, and we were determined to make the most of it. We still hadn’t decided how we would handle our relationship once we were separated by about a thousand miles, but I think we both knew it was not going to be like it was that summer. Leigh seemed determined to make it work but that wasn’t realistic. I was thinking about how strained our relationship had become and that maybe a clean break would be the best way to handle it. As I acted more distant Leigh became desperate to hold the relationship together. She was more edgy than usual and had a really short fuse with her mother. She was a powder keg and ready to blow. Push the right button and BOOM! And who knew her buttons better than her mom?
Leigh and I were at her house, outside along the side where there was a small secluded patch of lawn. No windows on that side of the house, plus new shrubs to shield us from the street, and a rock wall opposite the house as well as behind us. The door to the cellar was there, and we spent a fair amount of time down in that cellar “working out”. They had a great Universal weigh station and had added a small assortment of dumbbells. But the real attraction in her basement was the area with the gym mats for stretching or warm up exercises. Leigh and I made good use of those!
We had just been at the lake, enjoying a great day with friends, sailing, swimming, and lying out in the hot sun. Now we were sitting on that hidden patch of grass just talking. Leigh was in her black bikini, a skimpy little thing that showed off her muscular physique quite well. The top had barely enough material to keep her large 36D chest covered and she was about to bust out at any second. Leigh’s chest was huge but firm, needing nothing to keep those superb full breasts from sagging an inch. Like mother, like daughter on that! The bikini bottoms were low-rise in front and accentuated her toned stomach muscles. The high cut leg openings did the same for those big muscular thighs. Her huge bulging calves balanced out her legs perfectly. Her flip-flops had been discarded out in front of the house along with our towels and her beach bag. I was ready for sex and could barely contain myself, but Leigh was acting all serious.
We had avoided drama all day but it seemed like a sure thing now. Leigh wanted to talk about our future. I played the “lets just see where it goes” card and it was not a popular one. Before she could really start to complain about it we heard footsteps coming up the cellar stairs. The doors swung open and out stepped Mrs. K., halter-top bikini damp with perspiration, barefoot and grinning wickedly. Uh-oh!

“Great workout! But the air is a little stuffy down there. Mind if I cool down out here with you two?”

“Yes mom, we do. We were talking. Private conversation. And I DO NOT appreciate you parading yourself around in THAT skimpy outfit!”

And what an outfit it was! The bottoms were pretty normal, tight but full coverage as bikini bottoms go. The halter top though was tight and strained to the breaking point. Her mom’s 40 DD’s, firm and full, were ready to spill out everywhere.
Leigh was peeved at the interruption, but I was grateful. I certainly wasn’t about to get laid, and we’d had this conversation already. But Leigh kept asking the same questions, hoping for different answers. Mrs. K. was not one to back down or to give an inch, and especially not to her daughter.

“Oh, please! I look great and I’m proud of it. Why shouldn’t I show if off If I’ve got it?”

Leigh was starting to seethe. I could see it in the burning in her eyes and by her posture. She turned to face her mother, hands on hips, and the muscles of her arms and back had tightened.

“I’m SICK OF THIS!!” Leigh was almost yelling now. “I don’t trust you around Ombar! There!! I’ve said it. You’re a slut! The whole neighborhood knows it too.”

SLAP!!

No warning. Mrs. K’s right hand came out of nowhere and made perfect contact with her daughter’s left cheek. Leigh’s head snapped to the side from the blow but she stood her ground, not budging an inch from where she stood.
Leigh’s reaction was equally fast. Stepping into her mother, she grabbed two handfuls of the older woman’s hair and brought her trailing knee up hard into mom’s stomach.
Ooof!! Mrs. K staggered back towards the open cellar door and stumbled inside. Leigh wasted no time, following her inside to press her attack. Fight on! Her mother was standing in the doorway, half bent over and holding her midsection, gagging and gasping for breath. Leigh grabbed a handful of sweaty brown hair and pulled mom back outside to the lawn. Her mother waved an open left hand toward her daughter’s face, a half-hearted attempt at a slap, but it landed weakly on the younger girl’s shoulder. Leigh didn’t even notice. She used her mom’s hair to throw her toward the middle of the patch of grass and watched as the older woman fell to her knees. Coming in behind her opponent, Leigh crashed down into her and used her bodyweight to drive her mother face down into the grass. Then taking a straddling position on Mrs. K’s back Leigh grabbed her hair again with both hands and began yanking her head up and then slamming it back down into the ground, face first. After the second slam into the thick grass mom got her hands out and into pushup position, preventing her daughter from ramming her head down again. Leigh continued to yank her mom’s head back and forth, eliciting some moans and curses from Mrs. K.

“Oh, you FUCKING little BITCH!!! I’m going to KILL you!! Let me up!!”

“Fuck YOU, mom! I’m done taking your shit, watching you flirt with Ombar, and making my life miserable! Now YOU can take the beating, and I’m going to enjoy giving it to you!!”

“When I get up you’re DEAD!!!”

Taking her left hand from her mother’s hair but holding on still with her right, Leigh delivers a brutal round-house slap to mom’s left cheek. Then another and another before mom covers up with both arms around her own face, dropping back down onto her chest on the grass. Mrs. K is whimpering something but I can’t make it out from behind her arms across her face.
Leigh brings a left fist hard into her mother’s ribs and the blow echos like a bass drum. Mom convulses as the punch lands but doesn’t take her arms away from her face. So Leigh slams her ribs again, same place. Mrs. K’s moan becomes a low scream, caused both by the pain and rage. Still face down with her daughter sitting on the small of her back, JoAnn abandons her protective cover up. Placing her right hand on the ground and twisting back to her left, she looks back at her attacker and throws a backhand that catches Leigh across the face. It bloodies her daughter’s nose and causes the younger fighter to recoil and lean backwards. Mom uses her considerable upper body strength to push herself up farther from the grass and Leigh goes tumbling backwards off her mother. JoAnn gets unsteadily to her feet and I can see a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. As she straightens up, Mrs. K’s bikini top gives way just like the other one did when she fought Sue Ward next door. I guess there’s just no containing those huge tits. It’s like they have a mind of their own. She pulls it the rest of the way off and throws it aside, standing bare-breasted and bloodied but with a look of fierce determination on her dirty and bruised face. JoAnn is not at all shy to be standing in front of me topless. After all, she did it before, and as she said, she likes performing.
Leigh is on her feet and puts a hand up to her own face, bringing it down to see the blood from her nose. Shock turns quickly to rage and the feral grin on her mother’s face only makes it worse. The two fighters charge at eachother, flesh smacking flesh as JoAnn’s massive bare chest smacks into Leigh’s bikini-clad chest. The women bounce off each other slightly and Leigh grabs for her mother with both arms, attempting a bear hug. JoAnn is ready for it and throws an uppercut at Leigh which lands squarely on the younger girl’s chest. Beautiful technique on the punch makes it a powerful one. JoAnn’s right foot was planted firmly in the grass and she pivoted so hard into the punch that her foot dug up a divot of sod. Leigh staggers back from this punch, clutching her breast and turning slowly away. She’s trying to cry out in pain but no sound is coming out of her mouth. Mom moves in and stomps down on the back of Leigh’s left knee with her bare foot, dropping Leigh to her knees facing away from the older woman. With her daughter on her knees JoAnn moves in behind her and delivers a haymaker slap to Leigh’s left cheek. The force of the slap knocks the younger fighter over onto her right side. Mom moves in again and grabs her daughter by the hair, hauling her back into a kneeling position on the grass.
Now the fight moves into a wrestling match. JoAnn sinks down behind her moaning daughter, wraps her left arm around Leigh’s exposed neck, and quickly yanks back to complete the chokehold. JoAnn’s monster tits are crushed up against her duaghter’s back as the two fighters topple backwards in a heap. Mrs. K. lands with her back on the ground, her daughter crying, and on top of her and facing upwards as well. Leigh is clutching her aching bosom with one hand and pawing ineffectively at the arm that’s wrapped tightly around her neck with the other. Leigh’s legs are spread wide and her feet planted firmly on the grass, ready to arch her back up with those powerful thighs and calves. Her mother has wrapped her legs loosely around Leigh’s waist and locked her ankles together but isn’t applying any pressure with the body scissors. She’s using it just to keep a hold of her opponent for now while she chokes her. The need to breath overtakes Leigh and she releases her tender breast to pull desperately with both hands at mom’s arm around her neck. She gets the breathing room she’s so desperate for just as her mother tightens the body scissors, her lean and muscular leg muscles popping with the effort. JoAnn then rolls the two of them over, face down on the lawn. Leigh is now on the bottom with mom still trying to choke her from behind. It’s clear Leigh is still strong enough to keep her mother from effectively choking her as long as she uses both hands to fight back. Realizing this, Mrs. K releases the choke and unlocks her legs, sitting up on Leigh’s back in a straddle.
A short truce ensues as both fighters, battered and bloody, rest for a second and catch their breath. Leigh is face down on the grass with JoAnn sitting on the small of the younger fighter’s back. Hands on hips, JoAnn’s incredibly firm and full breasts heave up and down with each breath. Her nipples are rock hard from the excitement of the fight. She’s covered in sweat and smeared with traces of blood, both her own and her daughter’s. Leigh is face down and sobbing softly, arms covering her head to ward off the blows she’s afraid are coming.
After almost a full minute of rest, JoAnn lowers herself onto her daughter’s back and slips her right arm under Leigh’s arm and over the back of Leigh’s neck, an easy half nelson. Moving off to Leigh’s right side, JoAnn uses the half nelson for leverage and begins to turn her daughter over onto her back. Leigh resists being flipped onto her back, eliciting a grunt of exertion from JoAnn as she puts some more muscle into the effort. Leigh rolls back onto her stomach, JoAnn again sitting astride her back, but now the younger fighter is able to get her legs under her into a kneeling postion. With her mother sitting on her back like a it’s a pony ride, Leigh has a chance to dislodge the older wrestler with a quick buck. All those years of competitive ice skating give Leigh explosive power in her legs, which she puts to good use and sends her mother flying forward. Mrs. K. lands face down just in front of her daughter, stunned at the sudden flight and landing on the lawn. Leigh wastes no time and springs at her mom with renewed vigor. The tears are gone, replaced by an animal growl as the bigger, muscular young fighter goes on the attack. Landing chest-first on her mom’s back, Leigh flattens the older woman out and begins to drill in punches to her opponent’s sides. Pulling her arms down to protect her ribs, Mrs. K. does a good job of deflecting most of the punches. Then Leigh surprises everyone. She yanks off her own bikini top, takes it in both hands like a length of rope, and wraps it around her mother’s neck from behind. Pulling it back like a garrote, her back muscles and biceps bulge with the exertion. It’s enough pressure to begin lifting JoAnn’s entire upper body off the ground. JoAnn makes a desperate gasping sound, her fingers scrambling to get between the bikini top and her own neck, but Leigh is pulling too hard. Just as Mrs. K’s eyes start to roll back into her head the bikini top gives way and rips. Leigh falls backwards and off her mom completely, while mom’s upper body falls back to the grass. She’s moving pretty slow after the choking her daughter just gave her, and if the bikini top didn’t break I think Leigh might have killed her.
I recall Leigh asking me at the end of her fight with the older neighbor Sue Ward (Leigh vs. the Older Woman), that if she wanted to keep fighting her, to take it even farther than a simple submission, would I have let her? She was basically asking me if she wanted to, would I allow her to kill the neighbor with her bare hands, girl on girl. I believe she was having similar thoughts when she wrestled the new girl in town, Linda (Leigh vs. the New Girl). Although she didn’t say it then, I’m sure she was thinking it, wondering how far she could take their little tussle. She didn’t say a word during that one-sided fight, but Leigh had the far away look in her eyes. Just a second ago, before the bikini top broke, I think we were right back to that place where Leigh was thinking about going all the way. Locked in a bare-bosom girl fight with her mother, this was on the verge of becoming a fight to the death. Frankly, in the heat of the moment, I think they’re both capable of killing with their bare hands. Be it another opponent in a girl fight or each other in a mother-daughter fistfight/wrestling match, these two women were just plain dangerous!
JoAnn gets unsteadily to her feet, and the second she’s standing upright Leigh slams into her at a dead run. She was only 6 or 7 feet from her mother when she started, but with those incredible legs she gets going in a hurry. Leigh’s first two steps tear chunks of grass up as the balls of her feet and her toes gouge into the ground and propel her forward. Her arms completely wrap around her mother as she makes contact, pinning JoAnn’s arms at her sides. The two fighters topple straight back with Leigh landing on top of her mom. They land with a thud and JoAnn exhales in an explosive rush of air. She’s completely winded from the younger fighter’s surprise attack and the impact both of Leigh on top of her and the ground below her.
Releasing her mother’s pinned arms, Leigh slides her bare-bosom torso up towards her foe’s head, stopping when her bare chest is in her mom’s face. Leigh is now sitting on her mother’s massive bare chest straddling her and wraps both arms around the older woman’s head, securing a smothering bear hug with her sweat-covered 36D’s. Mrs. K. thrashes around a little, gouging up more chunks of the lawn with her feet but not getting anywhere. She slaps and punches weakly at her daughter’s bare back but it’s ineffective and Leigh ignores it. JoAnn finally grabs the younger girl’s hair and gives a hard tug, causing a low moan from Leigh. Leigh answers by rising up onto her toes, driving all her weight forward onto her chest and her mom’s head. By using those massive thighs and calves to drive forward she’s added both muscle and her full 135 pounds of body weight to the fighting hold. Mrs. K. lets go of her daughter’s hair and I hear a panicked moan coming from her now. As Leigh continues to squeeze with her powerful arms and push with her awesome legs, her calves bulge with the exertion, and with each tiny little step forward her mom’s muffled scream seems to rise in pitch. Not much sound is getting past Leigh’s sweaty bare tits, but the thrashing of JoAnn’s legs increases with the pitch of her cries of pain. She begins arching her back in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure on her head and neck, her own gorgeous legs, toned from miles of running holding both women up in the air. JoAnn’s feet begin digging into the sod lawn and slipping as the grass gives way into yet more divots. She seems to lose her strength as her back bridge fails, going limp and quiet as her well-toned ass drops back to the ground. Leigh doesn’t stop however. She’s still grunting and pushing, squeezing and twisting, like her mom is still fighting back.
Finally exhausted, Leigh drops down onto her beaten mother and stops the bear hug. She’s catching her breath in huge gasps and I notice her mom is still breathing. At least she didn’t kill the older woman! Leigh sits up on her mom’s stomach and takes a look, first at her opponent’s bruised and bloodies face, and then at herself. When Leigh notices a long, 4-finger scratch down her entire left breast she’s furious all over again. Her mom is getting her senses back, having become completely disoriented as her daughter almost choked her out. I never saw her claw Leigh’s bosom and Leigh apparently never realized it happened until she looked herself over. When her mom’s eyes seem to focus and she finds herself looking up at Leigh, perched atop her in victory, she starts to scowl. Then she looks at Leigh’s badly scratched breast and actually smirks! That sends Leigh back into a rage. She grabs her mom’s neck in one hand and leans into a choke. Mrs. K. starts thrashing again and grabs her daughter’s wrist in an attempt to break the choke hold. Leigh uses her other hand to land a punch right into her beaten mom’s face. It splits JoAnn’s lip open and she’s bleeding profusely. Leigh seems encouraged by the blood and lands two more quick punches to her mom’s nose. They’re not as strong as the first punch though, causing some more bleeding but not breaking anything. JoAnn’s eyes glaze over and she stops resisting at all. She doesn’t even fight the choke, instead just coughing and gagging but taking it. Leigh then releases her mom’s neck and sits up again, staring down at her bloodied opponent.

“Ombar, this is it. I can’t live here anymore. And I can’t leave her here like this. She’ll come after me! Just look at us! Look what we’ve done to each other!!”

Leigh is not scared, just resigned to the fact that this fight has changed her life. She’s neither sad or proud, just concerned. And knowing how crazy her mother can be, beaten or not, I don’t blame Leigh. Then I see the wheels turning in her head.

“Remember what we talked about as Mrs. Ward’s house? You KNOW what I wanted to do. Well, this time maybe I have to. This psycho bitch will not forget, and she won’t let this go. I don’t have a choice….”

Leigh leans forward and takes her mom by the neck with both hands. Looking down into her mother’s face, Leigh then starts to lean forward to choke the life our of the beaten older woman under her. Her mom gets a terrified look on her face and grabs at her powerful daughter’s wrists as she feels the pressure increase on her neck. What started as another mother-daughter tussle over something stupid has become a bare-breasted fight to the finish, and the younger and stronger fighter is about to kill her foe with her bare hands. That’s when I step in and pull by topless girlfriend off her beaten mother. Leigh goes into the house to clean up a bit and pack some clothes. Mrs. K. can barely sit up on her own. I help her into a sitting position and give the older fighter my t-shirt. She came out in only a bikini and the top of that is shot. JoAnn is completely unable to stand right now, and as much as I would enjoy watching her and Leigh fight some more, this woman couldn’t defend herself at this point. Leigh would finish her off in no time. Permanently. But jeez! A mother/daughter combo, both in fantastic shape, both big-breasted, stripped down to bikini bottoms to fight?!! OF COURSE I want to see more! But the show is over.
I help JoAnn up after maybe 15 minutes of just sitting and talking. She’s embarrassed that she lost a fight in front of me, and she’s beaten, bruised, and sore. Still though, I find her so sexy I can barely stand it. Of course I do manage to resist all those forbidden urges. I help Mrs. K. into the house through the cellar, upstairs to the guest bed room, and I bring her some ice in a damp dish towel for her face. This story should be interesting. I guess she just had a “car accident” like Sue Ward had last year.
Leigh finally came out and brought her stuff over to my place. I had an apartment with enough room for the two of us, especially if it was only for a week. Then we would go off to our colleges. Leigh never went home after that brawl. Her dad and sisters visited her at Penn State, and I did too, a couple of times actually. I kept in contact with her mother too, though very casually, since I was not over at their house anymore. I even tried to get Leigh and JoAnn to reconcile. Mom never made more than a cursory effort and Leigh resisted the idea completely, so it never happened. I met Ayn at Georgia that year, and my new relationship with Ayn effectively closed the books on my relationship with Leigh.