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Author Topic: mom vs. mom catfight  (Read 47242 times)
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« on: September 15, 2008, 01:05:35 AM »

I am interested in mom vs. mom catfight stories - desperately looking for links, stories, contacts ect. . .
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« Reply #1 on: January 19, 2009, 04:16:12 AM »

likewise
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« Reply #2 on: January 19, 2009, 11:12:15 PM »

Here's a group you might like:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/myfriendsmomasawrestlercatfighter/?yguid=133755605
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« Reply #3 on: January 22, 2009, 04:16:58 PM »

Here is an incident that made the English newspapers many years ago. In a achool in Canning Town, London, a 14 year old girl was being victimised because she spoke with what was perceived to be an upper class accent. She had become known as little Miss Posh (this was long before the Spice girls). To defuse the situation little Miss Posh and the girl who was the main protagonist in this bullying were summoned to a meeting in the Deputy Head Mistress's office. The girls mothers had also been asked to attend. The Deputy Head had testified that far from fostering friendship between their daughters, the two women, both mid 30's and both dressed in their best clothes for the occassion, had "called each other some very nasty names indeed". During this slanging match the mother of Miss Posh had left her seat and moved to within a few feet of the other mother who had also got to her feet. The deputy head said  Miss Posh's mother then challenged the other woman to a fight. The teacher was horrified as the women started to claw at each other faced. Necklaces were pulled off and after a bout of mutual hair pulling and with both girls shouting encouragement, the women had each other in tight holds as the staggered round the office trying to take each other to the floor. The deputy head had to fetch several members of staff to seperate the pair.

In a newspaper report you don't get an account of the actual fight but this was better than normal, as, in court the deputy head had described what had happened.
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« Reply #4 on: January 22, 2009, 05:38:35 PM »

Bravo!  There is nothing quite like watching two well dressed women who are mothers of teens getting into a public brawl.  Trash talk and hair pulling between these women would be unlike anything between women of younger years.

Quick question: why is it that the we folks find mothers fighting in front of their children and others such a turn on?  How is that different from, say, women who aren't moms?

Not a psychologist, just a voyeur like everyone else. . .  Wink     

Here is an incident that made the English newspapers many years ago. In a achool in Canning Town, London, a 14 year old girl was being victimised because she spoke with what was perceived to be an upper class accent. She had become known as little Miss Posh (this was long before the Spice girls). To defuse the situation little Miss Posh and the girl who was the main protagonist in this bullying were summoned to a meeting in the Deputy Head Mistress's office. The girls mothers had also been asked to attend. The Deputy Head had testified that far from fostering friendship between their daughters, the two women, both mid 30's and both dressed in their best clothes for the occassion, had "called each other some very nasty names indeed". During this slanging match the mother of Miss Posh had left her seat and moved to within a few feet of the other mother who had also got to her feet. The deputy head said  Miss Posh's mother then challenged the other woman to a fight. The teacher was horrified as the women started to claw at each other faced. Necklaces were pulled off and after a bout of mutual hair pulling and with both girls shouting encouragement, the women had each other in tight holds as the staggered round the office trying to take each other to the floor. The deputy head had to fetch several members of staff to seperate the pair.

In a newspaper report you don't get an account of the actual fight but this was better than normal, as, in court the deputy head had described what had happened.
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« Reply #5 on: January 22, 2009, 11:25:23 PM »

Anybody knows more links?
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« Reply #6 on: February 01, 2009, 04:08:50 PM »

I agree with joetex. There is nothing like watching two nicely dressed moms fighting it out with their children watching. I had the experience of seeing my own my in one. Unfortunately she lost, and and at the time I felt her humiliation as mine. As I grew older it turned into a sexual thing, and I accepted it and obssessed on it becoming the huge catfight fan I am today.
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« Reply #7 on: February 01, 2009, 09:02:53 PM »

Be so as possibly wrote Steve57. This interest with mothers' fights gets with experiences . I never saw my mother's fight. When I was teenager I saw my aunt vs her neighbor fight. The women fought on yard with back of house in which both families lived. I and my cousin sister encouraged aunt. Women fought relentlessly. It will not is knowed, which woman will win. Aunt won. Seeing aunt finishing fight on top, pulling at hair and beating neighbour, I was very excited. In spite, that both women be dressed. Mature women's fight thenceforward fascinates me. The most mothers' fight before their families which encourage moms.

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« Reply #8 on: April 11, 2009, 10:04:37 PM »

Nothing like a mom vs mom catfight!  I have been a life long fan of fem vs fem competion since seeing my mom and a neighbor wrestle when i was six years old.
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« Reply #9 on: April 13, 2009, 10:06:07 PM »

I'm still waiting for approval as a member to:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/myfriendsmomasawrestlercatfighter/?yguid=133755605
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« Reply #10 on: April 14, 2009, 05:17:18 AM »

I think one of the things that makes a mom catfight so special to me is if my mom is fighting in my defense.  When I was in 6th grade I had a sexy math teacher in her late 50s, early 60s.  She was shorter and slimmer than my mom, about 5' 4" and 120 pounds, but her breasts were as large as mom's (Big C), and she liked to wear low cut tops.  She had nice legs with powerful calves and she wore knee-length dresses most of the time.  She was also very stern and I often got in trouble in her class.  I used to imagine that she'd ask for a meeting with my mom after school.  My mom, at 5'7" and 150 pounds, and 29 years old, had thick shapely legs and movie star looks.  She typically wore miniskirts and pantyhose, but seldom wore a top that showed cleavage.

I used to imagine that they'd sit face to face with their legs crossed.  My mom would get angrier and angrier as the teacher berated me.  As the tension increased, I imagined the women touching their calves, each trying to move the other in a test of strength.  The sound of their pantyhose swishing together was always exciting to me.  Eventually my mom would tell the teacher to quit insulting me.  The teacher would say she was only telling the truth and my mom would say "Shut up or I'll slap your face."  My mom would then stand up and the teacher would rise to face her.  They'd press close, nose to nose, breast to breast and crotch to crotch.   The teacher was never intimidated by my mom, despite her height and weight advantage, and the fight, when it came, was always of savage intensity.  It would almost always end with both women stripped down to their panties, struggling nipple to nipple as they yanked hair and clawed at each other.  In my dreams, mom lost about as often as she won.  Either way it went I was always incredibly excited by the nearly naked bodies of these women.  In the case of my mom, I knew what her breasts looked like because once, on a hot summer morning, I had walked into the dining room while she was sleeping on the sofa bed in the adjacent living room.  We had a one bedroom apartment and she let me have the bedroom.  So, on that morning, I arose early, and saw her sleeping uncovered with her breasts exposed.  Her breasts were enormous and perfectly shaped, and I fixated on them in all the many fantasies I had about her fighting various teachers, schoolgirls, family members, and celebrities.  These fantasies are definitely among the most exciting I've ever had.  But I'll confess that I was already a catfight lover before my mom entered the fantasies.  Just the same, I can understand why so many of us are heavily into mom fights.
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« Reply #11 on: April 14, 2009, 10:32:10 AM »

hi, i would like talk with you, some time
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« Reply #12 on: April 14, 2009, 11:58:39 PM »

Good stuff Crash.  I'd like to chat with you some time.
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« Reply #13 on: May 20, 2009, 11:06:44 PM »

The following is totally fiction.

One summer when I was about eight a neighbor family, the Zimmerís, and our family went on a camping trip together.  It was a fun time. We didnít sleep in tents, we rented cabins that had like a park in between them.  We could look out our window and see the Zimmerís waving at us from their cabin window.  Almost exactly in the center of the park was a fire pit.  After us kids went to bed our parents had some late nights sitting around the fire pit talking.  One night as mom was putting us to bed she was taking some extra time kissing us and telling us how much she loved us.  Then dad came in a said, ďCome on, their waiting for us. Youíre not afraid are you? We can still call it off.Ē  Mom got real serious and said, ďIím not afraid, Iíve got some butterflies in my stomach, but, Iím not afraid.

A few minuets later we were watching out the window and Mrs. Zimmer and our mom were standing barefoot in the grass dancing.  Then we realized that they werenít dancing they were FIGHTING.  Suddenly our noses were pressed tight against the glass as we watched mom defending herself.  It looked like a pretty even match as mom and Mrs. Zimmer went at it.  We were cheering her on as they grappled and slapped each other. Dad and Mr. Benson were both smiling when Mrs. Zimmer put her right arm around momís neck and pulled her close to her side. Mom did the same by putting her left arm around Mrs. Zimmerís neck.  They were in a double head lock.  We could hear both women groan as the strained their muscles.  Mrs. Zimmer jerked mom hard and she lost her footing in the wet grass.  Mom landed hard and Mrs. Zimmer fell on top of her. 

They rolled toward the fire pit where it was dry.  We could see the dust kick up as they struggled in close combat.  Then they tumbled behind the fire pit and we couldnít see what was happening.  By the glow of the fire light we could see the concern on dadís face.  We could hear Mrs. Zimmer talking but couldnít make out what she was saying.  Then mom let out a yelp and said, ďOkay! Okay!Ē  Dad took off his had and threw it into the fire and stomped away.  Mrs. Zimmer stood up, she was breathing heavy.  Then she pulled mom up by her hair, twisted her arm behind her back and escorted her into their cabin.  When dad came back in we asked what all the noise was about, he said, ĒYour mother is spending the night at the Zimmerís and their kids are sleeping here tonight.

The next day it was noon before we saw mom.  She had some scratches and red mark on her face that looked like Mrs. Zimmerís hand print.  And when she walked she had a funny limp like her underwear was too tight.  Mr. Zimmer was walking a little funny too.
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« Reply #14 on: May 20, 2009, 11:16:26 PM »

What a great short piece of inspired fiction!  Terse, yet rich in content, express and implied. . one of the best creative pieces of writing on this board in a long time!

 
The following is totally fiction.

One summer when I was about eight a neighbor family, the Zimmerís, and our family went on a camping trip together.  It was a fun time. We didnít sleep in tents, we rented cabins that had like a park in between them.  We could look out our window and see the Zimmerís waving at us from their cabin window.  Almost exactly in the center of the park was a fire pit.  After us kids went to bed our parents had some late nights sitting around the fire pit talking.  One night as mom was putting us to bed she was taking some extra time kissing us and telling us how much she loved us.  Then dad came in a said, ďCome on, their waiting for us. Youíre not afraid are you? We can still call it off.Ē  Mom got real serious and said, ďIím not afraid, Iíve got some butterflies in my stomach, but, Iím not afraid.

A few minuets later we were watching out the window and Mrs. Zimmer and our mom were standing barefoot in the grass dancing.  Then we realized that they werenít dancing they were FIGHTING.  Suddenly our noses were pressed tight against the glass as we watched mom defending herself.  It looked like a pretty even match as mom and Mrs. Zimmer went at it.  We were cheering her on as they grappled and slapped each other. Dad and Mr. Benson were both smiling when Mrs. Zimmer put her right arm around momís neck and pulled her close to her side. Mom did the same by putting her left arm around Mrs. Zimmerís neck.  They were in a double head lock.  We could hear both women groan as the strained their muscles.  Mrs. Zimmer jerked mom hard and she lost her footing in the wet grass.  Mom landed hard and Mrs. Zimmer fell on top of her. 

They rolled toward the fire pit where it was dry.  We could see the dust kick up as they struggled in close combat.  Then they tumbled behind the fire pit and we couldnít see what was happening.  By the glow of the fire light we could see the concern on dadís face.  We could hear Mrs. Zimmer talking but couldnít make out what she was saying.  Then mom let out a yelp and said, ďOkay! Okay!Ē  Dad took off his had and threw it into the fire and stomped away.  Mrs. Zimmer stood up, she was breathing heavy.  Then she pulled mom up by her hair, twisted her arm behind her back and escorted her into their cabin.  When dad came back in we asked what all the noise was about, he said, ĒYour mother is spending the night at the Zimmerís and their kids are sleeping here tonight.

The next day it was noon before we saw mom.  She had some scratches and red mark on her face that looked like Mrs. Zimmerís hand print.  And when she walked she had a funny limp like her underwear was too tight.  Mr. Zimmer was walking a little funny too.

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