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Brutal Mommas

By Wolfboy

With Emma stalling on a return to the mats, Debbie shows her the way

Emma was still seeming quite reticent about returning to action, and it was Debbie who would lead the way by taking a fight against a surprise opponent. Sara’s mother, Julie had come over from the States to visit her daughter who was still basing herself in the UK for now. Like her daughter, it was evident that Julie was no stranger to the world of organised catfighting as well. She and Debbie had spent an evening swapping stories of matches from their past and had parted on good terms. Still, with fighting women, there was always that temptation, that element of wondering ‘could I take her?’ The cogs of competition were soon turning in the minds of both ladies; something that was only ever going to get settled in one way. Still, the terms needed to be right for both ladies, even after the friendly challenge was mooted. ‘We might as well make some money out of it’ was the general sentiment of both women. With that suggestion, I had my task outlined; find a collector or a one off sponsor who might want to watch two mature ladies fight it out to a decisive finish.

The options were pretty plentiful, and in amongst that, the best offer was for Debbie and Julie to fight on the private yacht where Emma had defended her title against Yulia some while ago. The benefactor who had Yulia as his champion had been more than happy to agree to host the fight, and pay both ladies an agreed minimum of $5,000 for the privilege with the possibility of more when he had examined the final set of agreed rules. Between them, Debbie and Julia had agreed to an interesting set of rules. It would essentially be a match where the rules would escalate as the clothing reduced, using an answer the bell stipulation to decide the ultimate winner. Punching would not be allowed at first, then to the body only, before at the ten minute mark, the fight would become anything goes. An item of clothing would be lost at each submission in addition to anything stripped off over the course of the action. Given that both women would start the fight wearing dresses, lingerie sets and shoes, there was plenty of scope for stripping. Finally, there was to be a thirty second break between each fall. At the end of the break, the referee would check both women were ready to go. Throw in a naked face sit punishment to the loser, and the benefactor upped his final offer to $7,500 to the loser and $10,000 to the winner. The purse differential was evidently his way of trying to ensure a hard competitive edge between the two women. While I understood his theory, Debbie and Julie did not seem to me like they would need an incentive to go at it hard. Both women wanted to prove that they were the alpha momma.

As such, outfits were chosen and carefully coordinated, neither wanting there to be an obvious advantage caused by the choice of attire. Neither would be seconded; it would be strictly woman to woman on the mats with a referee just to ensure that the intricacies of the rules were observed. Both women arrived on the mats at the same time too, each ready to go as I took a seat in the viewing suite between Emma and Sara who were both ready to watch their mothers tear into each other Each wore a simple black dress with thin shoulder straps, but there, the similarities in outfits reduced a little. Julie had chosen a set of red lingerie, a lace bra and thong along with matching suspender belt and nude stockings, and on her feet, a pair of three inch red heels. Her long platinum blonde hair was loosely curled, falling to somewhere between shoulder and mid-back length. Her nails were painted blood red and she had the look of a woman ready to go. Debbie in contrast had chosen black and silver lingerie with her dress, matching in style to Julie, along with sheer black stockings and a matching set of 4 inch black heels. Her brunette locks, a little shorter than Julie’s, hung loosely around her shoulders, nails painted in a deep midnight blue, there was almost a Gothic feel to her darker attire and make up as she paced anxiously in her corner, itching to get on with the fight.

Acting for a moment as a ring announcer, the referee checked both ladies had a solid grasp of the rules before she continued ‘on my left is Julie. Julie is 54 years old, She is 5 feet 8 inches tall, 161lbs and measured 38DD-28-39. She is an experienced catfighter with 71 wins and 22 losses to her name. On my right is Debbie. Debbie is 56 years old. She is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 149lbs and measures 36D-27-37. She is also an experienced catfighter with 27 wins and 13 losses to her name. Ladies, please wait for the bell and then fight’ the referee instructed. Both women waited a few moments, shifting anxiously as they eyed each other now, and the bell rang to begin the action; quickly too, two experienced ladies apparently not seeing the need to feel each other out for all that long. Debbie waded straight in with a flurry of slaps, seeming to take Julie aback with her ferocity in the opening seconds. An experienced veteran of many fights though, Julie tasted the ferocity of Debbie’s slaps in that fast start but picked her spot to fire back with a knee to the body. Debbie doubled over, and the blonde made rapid work of her thin shoulder straps, two sharp pulls proving enough to deal with those and start the inevitable move southwards for Debbie’s dress within the first minute of fighting. Then the action was moved towards the wall, Julie forcing Debbie’s back to it with a healthy handful of hair before delivering a heavy slap to the belly when Debbie tried to get a hand into her platinum blonde hair.

Flat handed slap or not, it was nearly as effective as a punch such was the force it landed with, and Debbie groaned, managing to maintain her grip of the hair as Julie looked for her next target. ‘She’ll go after the tits’ Sara remarked casually, adding ‘she always tries to early on’, and true to her daughter's prediction, Julie rained in a salvo of heavy slaps that forced Debbie to move her arm across the breasts now to defend. Another slap landed to the belly before Julie went to the double handed hair grip for a moment, making Debbie feel the padded wall against the back of her head as she banged it there. Then Julie groaned a little as Debbie released her hair and got a double breast maul on her, albeit through two layers of clothing at this point. ‘That’s right, squeeze em good Debbie’ Julie said, adding ‘I like it!’ before she returned the favour, getting her hands on to Debbie’s breasts. A mutual double breast maul ensued against the wall now, already the two women trying to out do each other with the same move as they stared deep into each other’s eyes to check for an early sign of weakness. Neither spotted anything of note there, and the action continued at some pace then as Debbie cut Julie off with a sharp knee to the belly of her own. That gave her the chance to switch positions with the blonde now, Julie just about blocking an attempted knee lift to the pussy from Debbie before both latched back on to the double breast maul, Debbie leaning into add extra force to her maul as she pressed Julie into the wall.

At this early stage, it looked like both ladies were favouring a straight forward mauling style of catfight, but Julie showed her experience of many years fighting, raking the heel of her shoe down Debbie’s shin. As Debbie shrieked, her maul was broken as she hopped away, not making it far before Julie nailed her with a stinging slap to the face. That had Debbie distracted just enough for Julie to grab hair, using it to throw Debbie to the mat in a seated position, one torn stocking on her leg where Julie had raked it. The blonde drove in a knee between the shoulder blades now, drawing a groan from Debbie before she simply wrapped an arm in tight across the throat. Her other hand was buried in Debbie’s hair, pulling her head back and even after just a couple of minutes of the fight, as Julie’s choke sunk in that little bit deeper, Debbie was in trouble. Again Julie wrenched back on the hair, allowing her to sink her choke in that little bit deeper and after the briefest of struggles, Debbie knew that the game was up for fall one as she tapped out. One-nil to Julie, and Debbie would lose her dress to fight on in just her lingerie and heels after the first thirty second break.

‘Pretty quick Debbie’ Julie remarked as the referee instructed them to fight again now. ‘You sure you’re up to this?’ she asked, not with malice, but no great concern either. If a woman stepped on the mats with her, she was fair game after all in Julie’s book.

‘Don’t you worry Julie, I’m just getting warmed up’ Debbie smiled, stepping in to slap the blonde hard in the face as fall two went off at the same fast pace. Julie fired back with interest, warming Debbie’s cheek as well, and then the two were back into each other’s hair with both hands, tearing away, while each tried to force the other around the mat with their chosen grip. Heavier and slightly taller, that was an arrangement that seemed to suit Julie the better, and she quickly had Debbie with her back to the wall for a second time. She tried to lean a little to slap at the bare flesh of Debbie’s thigh then, but in turn, that saw her dip her head just a little, and quickly Debbie capitalised, trapping her head beneath her arm in a tight front headlock. Now it was Julie who was finding herself choked here, and Debbie took advantage of that to add to the predicament, jumping up to trap her in a tight body scissors, forcing Julie to carry her weight. Julie let out a slightly curtailed gasp of pain as she felt Debbie tighten up on that choke for the second time. Desperate to escape quickly, she tried to drive Debbie back to the wall quickly; Debbie hit that hard enough, but she clung on to her combination hold grimly as Julie moaned again, then dropped to her knees, trying to break Debbie’s hold by slamming her into the mat hard. Nothing was going to dislodge Debbie at this stage though, and she rode the impact well, straightening her legs quickly to put the squeeze fully on to Julie who cried out loudly now. ‘Five minutes’ the referee told them both ‘body punching is now allowed.’ Julie was on the verge of submitting, slapping at Debbie’s legs hard, but now she had one more opportunity at her disposal, sending two punches into Debbie’s body. She paid though as Debbie fired back with a punch of her own to the ribs, and then she straightened her legs once more, hurting Julie who gasped and then admitted her submission now. One all after just over 5 minutes, a thirty second break with Julie this time losing her dress. Both ladies elected to lose their heels as well now before the third fall commenced.

‘That better for you Julie? Need a bit more time to catch your breath?’ Debbie teased the blonde a little, fairly sure that her choke would have taken a little out of her.

‘I’m good thanks, Debbie’ Julie fired back, adding ‘it’ll be you that needs to catch their breath at the end of this fall!’ as the action started to heat up for fall three. Both ladies circled slowly, warily, for a moment, jousting with slaps to the face and body as they tried to lure the other into an error. Julie lashed her nails across Debbie’s belly, narrowly avoided by the brunette who replied with a wild kick that Julie wisely steered clear of. The long range action continued, slaps landing relatively ineffectively as Sara mused ‘remember when we used to fight like these two crazy bitches Emma? Look at them, they’re like wildcats!’ she smiled.

As if to back up her claims, Julie and Debbie were both in the other’s hair now with one hand as they flailed away furiously at each other with their free hands. Slaps and punches landing to the body now, a slap then to the face from Julie stung Debbie who responded by digging in to Julie’s right breast with a claw hold. As Julie grimaced at that, Emma agreed with Sara ‘we did; wilder too I’d say?’ she asked Sara, their attention diverted to the mat for a moment as a knee to the belly from Julie drew a loud moan of pain from Debbie. The Julie lifted Debbie, looking to body slam her it seemed, only to find herself surprised as Debbie slipped out over her shoulder. Landing behind Julie, Debbie simply raked the blonde’s back with her finger nails; a cruel move that had Julie shrieking in pain. Debbie’s attempt to follow up was thwarted though, Julie thrusting her butt back to catch her in the gut and the action went to distance again for a moment.

‘You know we could still fight’ Sara said now as the two women slapped at each other once more. ‘Just because we tolerate each other’ she laughed ‘doesn’t mean we can’t go at it Emma. Just look at these two!’ she said as Julie and Debbie now both dug into double breast mauls through the protective material of their bras for now. As both snarled and moaned, equal measures of fury and pain, Sara went on ‘these two were getting along famously, and now look at them’ she said. Then as the pained noises continued from the mats, she landed the telling blow as she told Emma ‘it’s time you got that fat ass back on the mats anyway Emma; it’s been way too long!’

Julie caught Debbie with two hard punches to the body now and finally seemed to have taken an advantage in the third fall as she threw Debbie across the mats by the hair. In the viewing suite, Emma finally bristled with a degree of competitive spirit as she replied ‘really Sara? Fat ass? Is that the best insult you can come up with? And besides’ she half challenged ‘my arse will look just fine on your face!’ It was a challenge delivered with a smile, and punctuated by a groan of pain from Debbie on the mats as she took a kick to the ribs from Julie. It was a challenge nevertheless, and Sara recognised it for what it was, stopping to admire the action on the mats for a moment as Julie straddled Debbie now, pushing her bra up before sinking back in with a hard breast maul. Debbie groaned in pain, arms pinned to her sides by Julie’s legs for the moment as she was forced to take the pain, trying to squirm free from beneath Julie.

‘Well its about time’ Sara smiled now. ‘I thought you’d turned in to some sort of pussy after that cunt Staci beat you Emma’ she remarked. ‘So where and when do you want to do this?’ she asked her. A loud cry of pain from the mats diverted their attention for the time being now, Debbie suffering in anything but silence as Julie’s nails started to feel like fiery pokers in her sensitive breasts. Then she cried out ‘I submit!’ forcing another 30 second break in the action which was approaching that ten minute mark where the rules would become anything goes. Debbie would lose her bra now as well, fighting on topless as the next fall began, again with an exchange of slaps from distance.

‘Well how about tomorrow morning?’ Emma asked Sara, adding ‘and well, we’ve fought in some pretty crazy locations. So how do you fancy just some mats in a room instead of that?’ Emma asked her.

‘It sounds perfect’ Sara smiled, pausing a moment to wince as Debbie caught her mother with a surprise kick to the pussy to really get fall four underway with a bang. ‘Mats in a room you say?’ she asked now ‘look, that bitch Claire showed that mats fit in my lounge rather well’ she pointed out, ‘how about there?’ she suggested.

On the mats here, Debbie had capitalised perfectly, having stunned Julie with the pussy kick, by then flooring the bigger blonde with a perfect drop-kick, showing an athleticism that belied her age. She followed up quickly too, a leg drop across the chest to crush Julie’s DD breasts before she used a handful of hair to pull Julie into a side head scissors now. If there was one thing I’d learned about Debbie over the years, it was that her scissors often surprised her opponents with their power. Julie was no exception to this rule as she cried out loudly in surprised pain, feeling Debbie’s legs crush her head.

‘Yes it does’ Emma told Sara now, ‘I like the idea of us fighting like that’ she admitted, before adding with a little mischief ‘and I do like the idea of my fat arse on your face at the end’ laughing as she said it. As she said that, Debbie had Julie in big trouble as she converted her head scissors to a far more simple reverse face sit, timed perfectly with the referee informing both women that it was anything goes now. As good a time as any to find yourself in a dominant position in a catfight! As it was, there actually weren’t that many more options available to Debbie, sat as she was on Julie’s face; she did know just how to force a submission though as she quickly slammed five hard punches into Julie’s body. That put the tough blonde on the edge of submission, and then Debbie nailed her with a sharp downward punch to each breast, really starting to punish her. She may have held out from that, but when Debbie hammered her with two more hard belly punches, that was it for the fourth fall, submission to face sit and body punching tying things up at 2-2.

‘You know there’s no way you’re going to be ending up on my face like that Emma’ Sara warned, cordially enough, adding ‘but I am pleased you’re going to try. I’ll be kicking that ass not kissing it though’ she finished. Emma just smiled, the usual animosity between the two seemingly replaced by a friendlier rivalry; we would find out how friendly though tomorrow on the mats. On the mats here, both ladies were topless as the action continued now under the anything goes rules, something Julie rudely reminded Debbie of straight away with a jab to the mouth. As Debbie pawed at her face then, Julie said to her ‘more of those to come now Debbie’ as the two circled. Indeed, Julie led off again, catching Debbie in the face once more, but quickly playing a return price with a slap across the cheek before Debbie tried to flash her nails across Julie’s breasts. That fell short, but Julie’s retaliatory headbutt to the jaw didn’t, and it was Debbie who was knocked to the mat in something of a daze early in fall five. Now with the rules allowing more latitude, Julie seemed determined to show Debbie just what she was capable of, ploughing into Debbie with a running knee to the ribs. Debbie crashed to the mat groaning in pain now, and Julie quickly dropped to her own knees to plant a fist drop to Debbie’s face, ensuring the brunette stayed dazed as she rolled her to her side on the mats.

Julie showed her ruthless side now, ripping Debbie to her back by the hair and her arm before clipping her jaw with an elbow to stun the suddenly ailing brunette that bit more, A good chance then, Julie seemed to think, to demonstrate that she could also deliver the super smother with the same effect as her daughter did. We never quite found that out though as she completed the grapevine with some ease, spreading Debbie pretty wide, but when she plunged her breasts in to Debbie’s face, she was quickly screeching in pain herself as Debbie sunk her teeth into them. Quickly Julie pulled away, maintaining the grapevine as she did so. Debbie reached for her breasts now, sinking her nails in where she had been biting just moments earlier. Julie howled in pain again, but as Debbie invited her to ‘try sticking them in my face again’ she fired in a hard slap to the face that stunned Debbie. Then she broke her grapevine quickly, brushing Debbie’s hand of her breast before using Debbie’s breasts as a hand hold to lever herself into something of a handstand before dropping a knee to Debbie’s crotch. Debbie cried out loudly in pain and surprise from that one, a real crotch buster to leave her in some trouble now for sure. Julie went back to the grapevine again now, spreading Debbie wide and exacerbating the pain burning in her crotch with the move. She forced her body hard into Debbie’s too, making her groan in some trouble as she started to fight for breath a little, suffering in the painful hold.

Debbie had to fight back with anything she could, and she sunk her nails into Julie’s thighs and her ass. ‘Ooohhh! It tickles, stop it Debbie!’ Julie taunted now, taking a right hand to the body as Debbie quickly switched tactics, trying everything she could to get out of the hold now. That seemed to have some effect on the bigger blonde who groaned as Debbie repeated the dose, but she shut down another comeback with a hard slap to the face that she converted to a hand smother, trying to clamp down hard on her to cut off her air supply. A dangerous and effective move as she bore down on Debbie who was still trapped in her grapevine, a gruelling predicament as Julie’s strong legs continued to spread her painfully. Again, Debbie’s hands went to Julie’s ass, scratching and slapping her before she grabbed the back of Julie’s red thong, tearing it with surprising ease as she tried to force it into a wedgie. Julie was naked now, other than her red stockings and suspender belt, and she told Debbie ‘saves me taking it off to sit on your face thanks’ as she warmed her cheeks with stinging slaps. Still, it seemed clear that she wasn’t going to get the job done and force Debbie to submit with just the grapevine, no matter how effective it was. Another slap to the face kept Debbie stunned and Julie took that chance to break the grapevine, cruelly knee dropping Debbie to the stomach as she did so. Debbie gagged for breath, and it looked increasingly like Julie had things going her way as she peeled the brunette from the mat by her hair. A forearm smash sent her reeling into the wall, in some trouble as Julie closed in, looking to claim a submission.

Although Debbie looked a little out of it, it was never wise to rule her out completely, and she showed that now, lashing out a kick to the belly that surprised Julie as she walked into it. Now it was all on the line between these two tough ladies, and Debbie clubbed Julie to her knees with a stiff right hand to the jaw. Just as it looked positive for Debbie though, she howled in pain as Julie took a crotch claw from down on her knees, and the fight moved back into the balance once more. Debbie’s eyes were screwed shut in pain, even before Julie added to the predicament with a stomach claw as well. ‘Give up Debbie’ Julie suggested, ‘save yourself the pain!’ she helpfully offered; Debbie responded by closing her hands at her throat in a straightforward choke. Now both were in trouble, Debbie howling in pain from the combined claw holds as she choked Julie who gasped for air, her eyes wide in surprise at the power of the choke. ‘No, you submit Julie’ Debbie suggested, followed just a moment later by ‘ooofff’ as the blonde simply slugged her in the stomach, breaking the choke as Debbie dropped to her knees. Now the fight reached the most intense level of catfighting; Julie went for the hair, Debbie responded by going for her breasts and the two women snarled angrily at each other for a moment before Julie struck decisively with a headbutt to the face.

Debbie was knocked back to the mat, clutching at her face, and Julie had the chance to capitalise now. An experienced and effective catfighter, she took it too, quickly spreading Debbie’s legs to deliver a pussy punch from down on her knees. Debbie groaned, and worst was to follow for her quickly as Julie simply fell forward to plan a headbutt to the crotch. Now Debbie howled with pain from the second hard blow to the crotch in just a few seconds of action, and Julie looked like she had things well under control as she got up to stand over Debbie. She didn’t stand there over her for long though, delivering a double knee drop to the stomach, and Debbie gagged as Julie moved seamlessly in to the grapevine position having weakened Debbie now. As before, she didn’t have any trouble spreading Debbie, stretching her out with the hold to some effect. She thought better of the breast smother though, remembering how Debbie had used her teeth, and instead she clamped down a double handed smother, covering Debbie’s nose and mouth tightly. A big problem for Debbie with Julie using all of her weight to push down on the smother, and her hands went to her arms, trying to force them away. Julie had them well anchored in place though as Debbie scratched at her forearms now, unable to dislodge them as she quickly started to fade following the earlier punishing blows from the bigger blonde.

‘Submit Debbie’ Julie challenged now, ‘go on, give up the match!’ she asked Debbie, receiving no reply as Debbie grimly tried to break the smother. She was weakened though, fading it seemed as Julie continued to bear down on her, spreading her just a little more in the grapevine as she did so. Debbie moaned in pain, the sound almost totally contained by Julie’s hands now, proving the effective nature of the smother.

‘Submit the match Debbie, you’re done!’ Julie advised her now.

Once more, Debbie clawed at her arms to no avail, then she tapped at the mat to submit, Julie easing the smother just a fraction to ask her ‘the match?’ Debbie didn’t reply immediately and Julie clamped down hard once more to bring the smother to full power as she told Debbie ‘submit the match!’

Again, Debbie tapped with increased urgency at the mat now, and now when Julie eased the smother, she gasped ‘I submit the match!’ trying to catch her breath as she did so. ‘Thought so’ Julie smiled, giving Debbie’s breasts a playful slap as the climbed off her for a moment, letting Debbie hungrily suck in air. ‘Now’ Julie said to Debbie, ‘I believe there’s the small matter of a naked face sit for the victor?’ she asked before pointing out ‘and thanks to you Debbie, I’m ready, but I think you ought to be naked too’ she suggested.

Debbie didn’t argue that point, lifting her hips just a little as she eased her own thong off. Both women just wore their stockings and suspenders now, Debbie’s a little ripped on the shin from the early shin rake from Julie. ‘Ready?’ Julie asked, dropping into place for the reverse face sit without really waiting for Debbie to confirm that she was ready, immediately starting to grind her ass and pussy slowly on Debbie’s face. Debbie grabbed for Julie’s hips now, seemingly to pull her in tighter with her grip as she allowed the blonde to ride her face in the victory face sit. Up in the viewing suite, Emma and Sara smiled at each other as they watched, both clearly thinking it would them doing the face sitting tomorrow. I wondered about that; was Emma really ready for Sara or was it too much for her to be taking on the blonde so soon? Whatever; down on the mats, Julie had finished her face sit punishment on Debbie, the two shaking hands and sharing a quick hug on the mats. There was no animosity between them, having fought hard before Debbie had finally succumbed. Would tomorrow see the same level of respect between Sara and Emma I wondered?