Chap. 2 The moms get involved….

Samara was silently furious. All her warnings about the direction the committee was going at the PTA meeting had gone exactly nowhere. And that bitch Charlotte was no help at all, despite the fact that they were supposed to be in total agreement of the program schedule. Samara couldn’t help feeling a bit betrayed at the way Charlotte hadn’t even lifted a hand to help her push their schedule thru the assembly. Straightening up her gray pant suit and smoothing out her black pantyhose, she was ready to go home when one of the other moms beckoned her over. She secretly whispered about an email message she had gotten the week before, outlining a different schedule than the one they had just been talking about. Samara was furious, as all the legwork she had done before hand was now wasted. She quickly asked who had put forth the false schedule. The other mom replied it had been Charlotte who had sent out the email. 

Now Samara was really seeing red, as it seemed to her Charlotte was always out to one up her. After her divorce when Jayla had been young, she had tried dating, but somehow it had never seemed to work out. And she always suspected Charlotte had had a hand in it, as she had dated most of Samara’s old boyfriends. Now later on in life, it seemed that Charlotte was still trying to do the same thing. Before she finished talking to the other mom, she got a paper copy of the email with Charlotte’s email address on it and slipped into her purse and acted like nothing had happened. Since the schedule was approved quicker than anticipated, the meeting ended earlier and Samara and Charlotte drove home silently together to Charlotte’s house for their usual glass of wine after the meeting ended. Since they lived next door to each other, no one had to drive home and it felt good to relax a bit, although Samara was still fuming on how to confront Charlotte over her betrayal. Charlotte, meanwhile, was feeling pretty good about herself, as she had out-maneuvered that bitch Samara again and she didn’t even know it. Ever since they had moved into the neighborhood, she had always been in Samara’s shadow, her and her brat Jayla had always seemed to outdo the other mother-daughter pair in all that they did, especially in men. At least Kelly had gotten with that good looking baseball player first, Charlotte thought, although knowing Jayla had ended up with him caused her a slight pain at the memory. No matter, she had managed to steal Samara’s boyfriend at the time instead, taking very personal satisfaction in the memory of him pile-driving his turgid cock into her juicy cunt upside down on their living room couch the day after he and Samara had broken up...

They arrived at Charlotte’s house and Charlotte noticed going in that the lights were on in Kelly’s room with the music blaring loudly. The girls must be doing homework late she thought, then excused herself to go to the bathroom as Samara made her way to the kitchen for the wine and glasses. When she got into the kitchen, Samara was drinking from her glass and had poured her one as well, with a paper slipped underneath. Curious, Charlotte pulled it out, then blanched, recognizing it as the email she had sent out the week before undercutting Samara’s proposal. Looking up, she saw the coldness in Samara’s eyes, as if she connected the dots and saw the line of betrayal going all the way back to Jayla’s father leaving, a fact that Charlotte in no small way had a part in. 
“I can explain…”she began, stalling for time. 

“What, you can explain how you completely undercut me in from of the people we are supposed to be running? Fuck that, you two-timing bitch” Samara said moving towards her, taking a last sip from her wine and then tossing the remainder of her glass into Charlotte’s face, the red wine not doing much to the dark pantsuit jacket, but completely staining the while blouse underneath. Sputtering, Charlotte wiped her autumn bangs drenched with wine out of her eyes in time to glimpse Samara’s position and acting on instinct, she let fly with a right handed slap that connected resoundingly.

Stunned, Samara’s head reeled for a second, collecting her bearings, while Charlotte furiously tried to wipe the wine out of her eyes. When Charlotte could see and Samara could think again, there was a moment of stillness, as if both of them were acknowledging that things were never going to be the same. The moment passed, and Samara let fly with a yell of “You cunt!” and a slap of her own, while Charlotte managed to grab Samara’s wavy ebony locks at the shoulder and yank with her own yell of “fucking whore!”.

Samara’s slap connected, but so did Charlotte’s grab, and the momentum change with both combatants now locked together brought the two connected wildcats rolling into the large dining room. They got up together, Charlotte having the momentary advantage with Samara’s hair still grasped tightly in her fingers. She let fly with another slap with her other hand, which Samara managed to block and lunged for Charlotte’s own hair, a much harder process since she wore it up in a schoolteacher bun. Her lunge brought them crashing into the dining room table, almost overturning it. In her frustration, Samara brought her knee up on instinct, catching Charlotte neatly directly over her cream-colored pantyhose colored snatch. Charlotte let out a grunt of pain and bent over at the waist, releasing her hold on Samara’s hair and attaching herself to the pantsuit jacket, pulling off Samara’s shoulders and entangling her arms. Sensing an opening through the unbelievable pain in her crotch, Charlotte pushed her palm into Samara’s face and pushed her back still entwined in the jacket, while she recovered. Samara staggered back and almost tripped in the awkward stiletto heels. Furiously, she flung off the jacket and stepped out of the heels, clad now in her grey suit skirt, white blouse and black hose. Charlotte, still somewhat bent over, took off her dark jacket as well to be able to breathe easier, and realizing the danger slipped off her stilettos as well. She was a millisecond quicker in slipping out of her footwear than Samara and charged head down at Samara, taking her in a football tackle into the living room. 

They both stumbled into the middle of the soft thick carpet ringed by the sectional sofa, Charlotte eventually falling on top knocking the air from Samara’s lungs momentarily. Sitting up, Charlotte began raining down slaps on Samara’s face and her hated rival’s DD breasts, causing her to wince. Charlotte smiled at the pain she was inflicting on those wondrous globes. Even with implants, she herself was only a 34D, while Samara was a natural 38DD, a fact she had seen through numerous times sunning themselves at the beach and community pool. It had burned her that while her rival did fill out her top better, she was able to get the darker tan, but the boys and their dads had always gawked, either openly or covertly, at Samara. With rising hatred, she continued to concentrate on Samara’s chest, causing her to eventually cry out. The burning on Samara’s chest prompted her to latch her claws onto the most prominent part of Charlotte’s exposed body, her own tits. Clawing at the mounds through Charlotte’s wine stained blouse, she dug and twisted with her manicured nails, causing a screech, then screams as the mauling became more than Charlotte could handle. Shifting targets, Charlotte tried to pry Samara’s hands off her chest, but to no avail. As the mauling continued, Charlotte began to worry that her implants would pop, a fact that was not lost on Samara. In desperation, Charlotte tried to stand up to get away from the dreadful mauling, but Samara was not letting go that easy. Charlotte finally put both feet against Samara’s own chest and kicked off, flattening Samara’s breasts and scooting her across the floor to the opposite edge of the carpet, effectively shredding her blouse in the process . There they both took stock, Charlotte trying to see if there was any blood or unnatural swelling signaling a burst sac, Samara with her breasts swollen at least another size from the pounding. Gingerly, Charlotte stripped off her blouse to check, and Samara did the same, giving her reddened mammaries space, hurriedly stripping off her white lace bra as well, sighing in relief as the swollen teats now had room enough. Unconsciously, Charlotte did as well, still checking damage to her prizes. 
Finally satisfied that there was no lasting damage, she sighed and checked on her opponent, at the moment putting her hair up into a ponytail to get it out of the way. Seeing Samara’s red jutting breasts, she smiled at her handiwork.

“Like my restructuring of your tits, you slutty whore?“ she snarled.

“At least I don’t have to get a push-up to be in the big leagues, bitch, and even then you still manage to fail at it, cunt!” The soreness of that last remark stung Charlotte deeply and with another scream she lunged at her topless rival. But Samara was anticipating the move and countered perfectly with a right cross straight to the jaw. Luckily for Charlotte the angle of her lunge took her such that the punch only clipped her, stunning her but not dropping her into unconsciousness. She wobbled, constricted by the pant skirt, as Samara stepped in to make her pay for her previous tit pounding. Grabbing her in a headlock, Samara began hooking punches to the body , tits and head, connecting with frightening regularity. Charlotte could only cover up, helpless, and try to escape anyway she could. Attempting to drop and cover some more, she spied her chance, and hooked a vicious uppercut to Samara’s hose covered pussy, bending Samara over as well with a silent O of pain. The pair, still connected with Samara’s headlock on Charlotte, fell to their knees. Charlotte, sensing success, began trying to rip off Samara’s skirt to try and get a better shot at her foe’s pussy. Samara reached down her foe’s back and with her free arm then both arms, attempting to rip the skirt up Charlotte’s body over her head. The two women struggled awkwardly for a minute, not letting either item go, until with a rip of Samara’s zipper and a pop of the buttons on Charlotte’s, the 2 skirts rolled off simultaneously, unrolling down the sides until it was just a long piece of fabric. The combatants stumbled backwards, now clad only in their pantyhose, Samara’s black and Charlotte’s cream-colored. They took a breath on their knees, each stood up and faced each other, their skin lightly shiny with sweat and reddened with chests heaving.

Samara, despite her swollen orbs and slightly disheveled hair, stood hands on hips radiant with exertion, her curvy body displaying just the right amount of flesh to be sensuously alluring, her crotch displaying a light sprinkling of trimmed dark hair, the entire package capped by her enormous tits, with the ponytail giving her a vaguely athletic look. Charlotte was deeply tanned with no lines from the nude backyard tanning she frequently did in the summer, with a more hard body look to her, all her skin waxed smooth and shiny, and a great set of long legs. Her hands trying to retie her auburn hair into the schoolteacher bun in the interim, emphasizing her jutting breasts, nipples erect from the arousal of the fight. Samara, seeing this, unconsciously moved her fingers to her own breasts, tweaking her dark chocolate nipples to rigidity as well. Charlotte watched, compelled, as Samara’s nipples grew and grew, finally peaking with desire a good half inch longer than her own. Not to be outdone, Charlotte began fondling hers as well, even going so far as to cup her breast to her mouth and slowly suck on one, then both of her nipples, eventually matching Samara length for length and continuing to knead her hard mounds together, leering at her. Not to be outdone, Samara brought each enormous nipple up to her mouth and lightly sucked on in, then dripping it back down with the spittle still lending a light sheen to the areole. The posturing and display of the other’s femininity and their own response to it brought the juices flowing down the V of their legs, and simultaneously each reached down to rub her peaking clit thru the sheer material of her hose.

“Are you as turned on as I am, slut” Charlotte hissed, her fingers massaging the valley between her hairless lips and cupping her tit.

“Do you, uhhh, see me doing the same thing as you, whore? If only Kelly could see what a whorebag her mom really is….”Samara hissed back, loathing the effect Charlotte’s hot body was having on her and making her do. Not since her first husband had Samara been this aroused, and judging by the increased panting, so was Charlotte. They stood there a moment, still panting, and then were surprised by a voice ringing out “Oh, I think I do now”.
 
The moms heads snapped simultaneously to the stairwell. Coming down were their daughters, both nude, Kelly on a lower step and Jayla on the next up. They both strutted and wore bemused expressions, as they had been having a rematch of their previous dildo fight at Kelly’s insistence up in her room while their mothers had been at PTA. They didn’t hear the moms come in thru the music blaring to cover their own moans and shrieks, but they both felt the banging thru the walls and floorboards. Fearing a burglar or similar evil, they silently rushed out to meet the threat, completely forgetting that they were nude and in the middle of their contest. When they slipped to the top of the stairs, they arrived just in time to see their semi nude, topless moms crash in a pile into the living room. Their initial bewilderment change to satisfaction and arousal as each saw their mother get her own hits in on her rival. The catfight has serious sexual overtones for both daughters as they had been locked in a similar sexual contest only minutes previously, making their young pussies even wetter. Then when the mothers began their sensuous display in the middle of the room, Jayla couldn’t help it any longer, she grabbed Kelly’s right asscheek and managed to work her middle finger into Kelly’s asshole while squeezing the nearest C-cup she could get her hands on. Kelly moaned low, fearing to be overheard by the sexual gladiators downstairs, but reciprocated the move, causing Jayla to moan as well. When the moms began talking, Kelly couldn’t help herself, and replied “Oh, I think I do now” to the rhetorical question.
Samara and Charlotte were stunned as their nude daughters came into view.

For a moment all four were stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening and having no idea what would/should happen next. The daughters recovered their wits first and both wanted to see more of this sexual action between their mothers. Kelly turned and pulled Jayla’s mouth down to meet her questing tongue and pulled her firm full ass towards her flat stomach. Jayla returned the kiss with equal passion and began kneading Kelly’s firm young breasts, tweaking her nipples in time with Kelly’s questing probes of her asshole. Their mothers stood shocked at first, then with mounting arousal as their prodigy tried to out-do the prodigy of their hated rivals. Charlotte licked her own lips and rubbed her clit as Kelly managed to get 2 fingers into Jayla’s sensitive ass, while Samara stood rubbing and unconsciously licking her own breasts as Jayla alternated between rubbing Kelly’s orbs and pinching her erect nipples.

The two schoolgirl sex fighters stood for a couple more minutes doing unto her rival as she wanted to, then Kelly glanced down at their moms staring transfixed at their show. Reaching a decision, she reached into Jayla’s young wet snatch and pulled out one of the dildos she and Jayla had been fighting with in her room, brought it to her lips, gave it an exploratory lick of Jayla’s juices, then threw it to her mom’s side of the carpet. “C’mon mom, get that big-titted bitch!” She yelled. 

Jayla, recognizing the direction the fight was going in now, reached into Kelly’s cunt and pulled out the phallic shaft she had been plunging in and out of Kelly. Throwing it to her mother, she screamed “Go for it mom, give this cunt a fucking she’ll never forget!” 

Those words seemed to revitalize the two mature combatants out of their comas and lunge for the dildos their daughters threw them, Samara grabbing it and facing her adversary holding it point down, Charlotte holding it like a knife ready to plunge it into her rival’s glistening snatch. They circled a few times, to get a feel for the movement of the other woman, then lunged simultaneously, each trying to stab for the other’s hole in the same instant. Neither counted on the other;s momentum overcoming her own though, and off-balance, they slammed shoulders and breasts together, impact stunning them and causing their sweaty bodies to topple and hit the floor together. Samara was the first to recover, getting to her knees and looming over Charlotte momentarily then plunging her weapon into her rival’s hairless slit with a scream, causing her enemy to squeal and writhe on the business end of the dildo. With increasing satisfaction, Samar plunged the slick rod in and out of Charlotte’s glistening hole, getting her enemy wetter and wetter, until she was moaning with satisfaction and longing. 

“How about that slut, you want it that badly, huh, well you are going to have to beg for it, bitch!” and with that she pulled her dildo out of a gasping Charlotte lying spread-eagle on the floor. Charlotte just lay there a moment catching her breath until Samara lowered her head to her right tit and began to suck sensually, bringing the nipple erect and another moan to Charlotte’s lips. Slowly, she moved her tongue up Charlotte’s breast to her neck, then to her earlobe before finally bringing it back down to her mouth, locking lips and forcibly invading her rival’s mouth with her tongue. Charlotte only moaned and returned the kiss with equal passion. Samara’s fingers moved back to Charlotte’s slit, playing near her clit and rubbing gently until the sensations caused Charlotte to begin moaning again. Then with her other hand, she picked up the dildo again and while Charlotte was distracted by the fingers on her clit, slowly brought it to the glistening opening of Charlotte’s pussy, then with Samara’s fingers increasing the tempo on Charlotte’s clit, she plunged the dildo in as far as it would go. Charlotte’s eyes widened in orgasmic shock, and her hips bucked with the sensual combination of dildo invasion and pussy rubbing, but Samara took the hand from Charlotte’s clit and used it to pin her rival down with a hand on her throat. 

“Oh you fucking slut, you must want it so bad, don’t you, to just be fucked and fucked until you can’t cum anymore. Well guess what honey, today you get your wish!” and with that Samara increased the pace of the hand plunging the dildo in and out of Charlotte. Keeping a hold of Charlotte’s neck, she bent her head down and sucked the closest nipple into her mouth, bringing Charlotte to a new level of sensation. When Samara was done sucking both tits, Charlotte’s nipples stuck straight out from her chest, peaking the wondrous artificial mountaintops of Charlotte’s 34D’s. Samara’s hand was beginning to cramp, so she stopped for a breather and stood up, first looking down at her opponent lying helpless in the throes of her induced orgasm, still breathless from the pussy pounding Samara had inflicted on her. She gave a small smile of satisfaction, then turned to look at a movement on the couch. 
Her daughter Jayla was still nude, slouched on the near end of the couch with her eyes closed and Charlotte’s daughter Kelly’s kneeling between her long spread legs with Kelly’s head centered on Jayla’s crotch. As Samara watched, Kelly’s head began to bob on Jayla’s pelvis, and judging by Jayla’s labored breathing, was very close to a tongue-induced orgasm. With a little squeak, Jayla came suddenly, Kelly’s head lifted off Jayla’s crotch as the girl slithered to the foot of the couch where she lay spread eagle.

Jayla’s hand went to her crotch, still rubbing her wet pussy, then scooted down to the edge of the couch, and as Samara watched, furiously rubbed her clit harder and faster until she came with a louder, squirting orgasm, drenching the other girl’s face with her sticky woman juice. Jayla opened her eyes and seeing her mother staring in lust at the erotic teen scene before her, smiled a coy smile then sank down off the couch to sit on Kelly’s face where she only had to utter one command,”Eat”. Kelly’s tongue immediately went to work cleaning her mistress’ pussy clean of all the accumulated fluid on the mound and in each delicate fold of her lips. Jayla sighed with contentment then turned her attention back to her mother. Samara was still in quite a bit of shock over the display on her daughter’s part, and not just a little turned on, so she blurted the first thing that came to her mind,”So I guess that means you’re a lesbian?”

Jayla giggled at the impertinence of the question in the current situation,”No mom, I still like boys too, only I like teaching this bitch her place at times as well. Looks to me like you enjoy doing it as well from time to time…” she replied, eyeing her mother’s snatch still glistening from the sex battle and schoolgirl display and at Charlotte, lying still on the ground. Samara unconsciously felt her own pussy lips, still wet and sensitive from the mauling that her and charlotte had given each other, then glanced at Jayla watching her with a coy grin on her face, then smiled seductively herself.

“I take it this is not the first time you and Kelly have fought?” she asked more by way of inquiry than anything. Jayla giggled again.

“No mother, it is not, we have done this many times, with me winning most of the time,” she replied with satisfaction. Samara felt a touch of maternal pride hearing that as well, and curiously wanted to know more , luckily Jayla went on to say,”Although this is the first time we used substitutes to determine the current winner.”

Samara was shocked and now very turned on by that statement as she really hadn’t though about winning or losing in the time she and Charlotte were battling. The fact that the girls were using their mothers’ fight to determine their own pecking order was very erotic and sent another jolt thru her pussy to further moisten it. Glancing down at a still recovering Charlotte, Samara took a quick glance at Jayla, who merely smiled and gave a tiny nod to indicate that her mother should do exactly what she wanted. Needing no further encouragement, Samara slithered over to Charlotte’s supine form and took a schoolgirl mount position. Charlotte’s eyes widened as the extra weight caused her to bring her eyes back into focus. Samara smiled evilly and pulled Charlotte’s face deeper into her crotch, resettling on her foe’s upper chest for a better seat. 

“You know what I want bitch, time to return the favor,” she stated. Charlotte’s eyes blazed with fury, but she could do nothing in her present position. Instead she merely wrapped her hands in a secure hold around Samara’s creamy thighs, stuck her tongue between the delicate folds of her rival’s pussy and began to ravenously eat the victress to climax. Samara moaned in remembered lust, at her remarkable victory such a short time ago, at her daughter doing the exact same thing to her rival’s daughter, and now them both taking their just rewards. Her hands came up to her breasts, and she sucked her nipples hard one by one, reveling in the sensations sparking thru them. As she continued kneading her tits, she sneaked a glance at Jayla and Kelly. Her daughter was now turned around on her foe’s face with her asshole right near the other girl’s mouth. At first Kelly resisted, but Jayla pinched her nipples enough to force her compliance, and she was plunging her tongue in and out with reckless abandon, as Jayla moaned in dominating lust. 

The erotic sight of her offspring dominating her rival;s offspring pushed Samara over the top, and she came hard on Charlotte’s face, drenching the beaten woman. Almost right behind her mother, Jayla came with a squirting climax onto Kelly, soaking her as well. In the relative quiet that followed, there was only the ragged breathing from the victorious mother and daughter, and the burning resentment of the losing pair.