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Mother Daughter Day
By Wolfboy
A
flashback to a previously unseen match between Debbie and Emma
By the early evening after the match between Sara and Debbie, we were back at
Debbie’s house, settling into the lounge to watch the Mother/Daughter catfight
that Debbie had mentioned when Emma questioned her for taking on the tough
American blonde.
‘So, what were you two fighting about?’ I asked generally
‘Well, nothing really’ Emma replied a little cryptically
‘OK, so why the match then?’ I asked
‘It was just before Emma made her official catfighting debut Steve’ Debbie
started to explain. ‘I wanted to be sure that she knew what she was getting in
to, so I told her that she had to take me on to prove herself first’ Debbie
continued
‘OK’ I said ‘so what were the rules for this one?’
‘Well, it was a shorter version than my usual rules that you knew from back then
Steve’ Debbie told me. ‘This was just before I asked you to manage Emma’s
catfighting career. This was her final test really, If I remember right, it was
a fifteen-minute match without breaks. All Emma had to do was go the time limit
without giving up the entire match’ Debbie concluded.
‘Sounds right’ Emma agreed ‘You’ll pick up the idea as it goes along anyway
Steve’ Emma suggested. ‘Roll the tape Mum! Let’s see how young I looked back
then!’ she laughed.
The film started with a 19-year-old Emma standing alone in the basement ring at
Debbie’s. She looked a little nervous, glancing around the ring as she stood,
waiting for Debbie. Emma’s outfit for the fight was a fairly simple red bikini
trimmed with white piping; a full brief and a somewhat less sturdy looking
string bikini top that I fancied might struggle to contain her breasts for long
once the match got going. A glance in the direction of the steps down into the
basement signified that Debbie was on her way to the ring, something which was
confirmed seconds later as the brunette, in her late 30s at the time, slipped
between the ropes to the opposite corner to Emma.
‘So, we’re really going to do this then Mum?’ Emma asked Debbie as her Mum took
off the long T-shirt, she had been wearing to reveal a pair of black boyshorts
trimmed with a small strip of white lace and a matching bra.
‘Yes, we are dear’ Debbie told her ‘You want to fight competitively and that’s
fine with me, but I wouldn’t be doing my job as a mother properly if I didn’t
make sure you were up to it first. So, fifteen minutes, slaps only to the face,
and if I don’t force you to give the entire match up in that time, I’ll ask
Steve to get you that first match sorted out just as soon as possible. Debbie
told her
‘Fair enough’ Emma agreed ‘shall we then?’ she asked, moving in towards Debbie
who wasted no time in catching her daughter with a right hand to the stomach.
Debbie followed up quickly, a slap to Emma’s face as she backed her into the
ropes, whipped her to the opposite ropes and levelled the onrushing Emma with a
well-timed clothesline. Standing over her daughter, Debbie teased ‘you’ll have
to do better than this Emma, you’ll be begging me to stop in five minutes
time….’
As she leaned in to grab her daughter’s hair though, Emma struck back with a
head butt into the pit of Debbie’s stomach and was able to get back to her feet
as Debbie backed up. Emma was after her quickly, grabbing Debbie’s brunette hair
as she backed Debbie towards the corner. Pinning her mother against the corner
post, Emma drove her shoulder into her stomach before Debbie secured a front
headlock, and pulling on the back of Emma’s bikini briefs, she was able to
switch Emma to have her back against the corner post. An elbow between the
shoulders put Emma on her knees where Debbie cranked on the headlock drawing a
gasp of pain from Emma before she got free with two right hands into Debbie’s
ribs.
‘Good!’ Debbie smiled as she backed away again ‘you’re learning’ but she was
quickly back on top, grabbing auburn hair to pull Emma into a side headlock
before flipping her to the mat with a hip throw. Lying partly across Emma’s
chest, Debbie pushed her breasts into Emma’s face, trying to trap her in a
breast smother. Emma spotted that attempt coming though, latching on to Debbie’s
hair to stop her completing the move. That earned Emma a slap in the face, but
she resolutely held on to her mother’s hair, looking to use it to pull Debbie
into a side head scissor. Debbie knew a bit too much to get caught that easily
though, and a series of five slaps to Emma’s breasts saw her able to free her
hair from Emma’s grasp as she completed the breast smother. Or at least she
would have had Emma now just about been able to twist her face to the side at
the last moment, preventing the full smother effect. Debbie held the clear
advantage though, and using Emma’s long auburn hair, she was steadily able to
turn her daughter’s face right back into the smother. As she fought
unsuccessfully against that, Emma failed to notice her mother slowly working in
a body scissor until Debbie snapped her legs shut, flexing her thighs for the
first time. Emma let out a muffled cry before quickly submitting to give her
mother a 1-0 lead in their fight.
‘You still want to go on?’ Debbie asked as she pulled Emma from the mat by her
hair.
‘Yes’ was Emma’s reply, emphasised with a right hand whipped into Debbie’s
stomach, that surprised and stunned Debbie in equal measures. Emma wasn’t
standing on ceremony either as she slipped her hand between her mum’s legs,
lifting her and body slamming her in the centre of her own ring. Emma knew
enough to keep the pace high too as she got Debbie back on her feet before
whipping her into the corner post. From just a couple of yards away, Emma
launched herself at Debbie, an avalanche splash in the corner crushing Debbie’s
body into the padded ring post. ‘Oooooff!’ Debbie exhaled as Emma’s body ground
her into the corner before Emma looked to monkey flip Debbie to the mat. Debbie
was smart enough to grip onto the top ropes though, and Emma crashed back to the
mat. Instantly, mother spread daughter’s legs, diving in with a head butt to the
stomach only for Emma to snap her thighs tightly around Debbie’s head in an
effective scissor hold. Debbie moaned as Emma’s thighs went to work on her, one
hand gripping her hair as well to keep her securely in the scissor hold. Groping
blindly, Debbie found Emma’s left breast with her right hand, instinctively
starting to maul and squeeze that while she looked to prise Emma’s hand out of
her hair with her left hand. Emma arched her back though, squeezing even harder
with the head scissor and there was no doubt that her extra power was troubling
Debbie who finally managed to force Emma’s hand out of her hair at least as Emma
looked to protect her breasts instead. There was no breaking the scissor hold
though as Emma slowly but surely ground her mother down to an equalising
submission.
‘Are you sure you want to go on now?’ Emma asked Debbie as she released the
scissor hold before pulling Debbie to her feet and throwing her into the corner
post. Once more, Emma launched herself at her mother, but this time, experience
told as Debbie dodged out of the way and Emma collided chest first with the
corner post.
‘Cheeky little madam!’ Debbie laughed as she hit Emma with a forearm smash
across the lower back before spinning her round in the corner and slapping her
hard across her chest. Planting a foot in Emma’s chest, Debbie sent her larger
daughter flying through the air, a perfectly delivered monkey flip that sent
Emma crashing hard to the mats. Debbie was on her quickly too, delivering a leg
drop across Emma’s breasts before using her hair to convert that into a side
head scissor. Pushing her hands to the mat, Debbie was able to lift her backside
off the mat as she tried to punish Emma with the strong head scissor. Emma
squealed as well as Debbie slipped her right hand inside her bikini top to start
another mauling attack on Emma’s already tender left breast. ‘Oww fuck!’ Emma
exclaimed as Debbie worked her over, slowly converting her side head scissor
into a head scissor and face sit combination, and as she completed that move,
Emma soon had to tap out again giving Debbie a 2-1 lead over her daughter.
‘Is that for the whole match dear?’ Debbie asked as Emma replied ‘no way!’
planting her feet in the mat and looking to bridge to dislodge Debbie. That
wasn’t successful though, and Debbie instantly converted her face sit into a
reverse ‘69’ head scissor, delivering a short head butt to Emma's stomach to
drop her bridge as she did so. ‘I don’t think you’ll be needing this now’ Debbie
told her daughter as she reached beneath her to untie her bikini top before
tearing it from her body with a flourish to expose teenage Emma’s sensational
breasts. Sensational breasts that were quickly a target for her mother’s probing
sharp nails as she sunk them in drawing a shriek of pain from Emma who responded
by pulling Debbie’s boyshorts in a wedgie and slapping her butt cheeks to little
avail. Debbie seemed to be getting the greater success, her scissor hold
troubling Emma while her very determined breast mauling attack seemed to have
Emma on the verge of submission. Mounting one last, desperate attempt to escape,
Emma tried to roll so that Debbie would be trapped under her. She made it on to
her side before Debbie got the situation back under control with a sharp punch
to the body, and as Emma crashed back to the mat under her, Debbie was quick to
shift position to a reverse face sit, still maintaining her breast maul until
she was able to force Emma into a third submission.
‘Still want to carry on?’ Debbie asked, not really waiting for Emma’s reply of
‘yes’ as she hauled her to her feet, slapped her face and lifted her
impressively to deliver a body slam. It was a bone shaking impact for Emma, but
she showed she still had her wits about her as she rolled clear of Debbie’s
follow up splash, and Emma was able to get back to her feet. Now topless and
with only a couple of minutes to survive in the match, Emma’s main focus wasn’t
on winning now although she would look to force a submission at least as she
patiently waited for Debbie to rise before trapping her mother in a powerful
bear hug as she lifted her from the mat, It was a clever move I thought, with
the aim of simply surviving the match, controlling Debbie with her strength in
the bear hug was the ideal strategy. As Debbie’s head went back in pain, it
looked like being a fruitful strategy too, but Debbie was quick to recover,
wrapping her arms behind her daughter’s head to pull her into a breast smother,
and despite seeming in control, Emma suddenly found herself having to battle the
smother as she looked to free herself by running Debbie into the corner post.
That was successful as Debbie lost her grip of Emma’s head, and as time expired,
Emma was asking a now moaning Debbie if she ‘wanted to submit?’
‘So that was really the start of your career then Emma?’ I asked ‘You lost the
battle, but achieved your real aim!’
‘I guess so’ Emma agreed
‘Could do worse than remember some of that when you fight that bitch Sara again
Emma’ Debbie offered. ‘You have a problem getting past her style at the moment
for whatever reason, but maybe, even if you can’t beat her this time, you can
learn enough of her style to beat her in the future?’
‘I suppose’ Emma said ‘but I’m going to beat that bitch up this time and make
her regret ever coming back to take me on again!’
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