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General Category => Catfight , Boxing & Wrestling Stories => Series => Topic started by: sinclairfan on March 27, 2022, 11:22:24 PM
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Dramatis personae:
Setting--a wealthy Florida Gulf Coast Key
Taylor: an 18-year old blonde beauty, an Honor Roll student, on her way to Princeton in the fall. Taylor is Franklin's new girlfriend. She is expected by her strict parents to cut him loose over the summer to enter Princeton unencumbered. But she has been strangly non-commital to date (late March).
Jordyn--an even (slightly) more attractive blonde, now 19. She's staying local for school, getting a free-ride from UF. She intends to transfer to the Ivy League after two years, but her (equally strict) parents don't need to know that yet. She had secured an invitation to prom from Franklin before he started dating Taylor. He has been a gentleman and kept his commitment to Jordyn. They will attend prom "as friends". It's a common thing kids do these days.
Jordyn thought a "clearing the air" face-to-face conversation with Taylor would be the mature thing to do before prom on Friday (boy, was she wrong--more on that below).
Taylor and Jordyn have never met, although they've stalked the heck out of each others' social media pages the past 30 days.
Jordyn picks a Sunday to visit Taylor's house. Unannounced. She assumes Taylor's workaholic family will be home on Sunday, and the two high school seniors can have a drama-free polite chat.
She thought wrong. Taylor's parents are working today, one in healthcare at a locsl hospital, the other at a Sunday Board meeting.
So when Jordyn rings the doorbell, Taylor is home alone and answers the door. She normally ignores the doorbell when she's home alone. But she has let Franklin know she's home alone, and she's hoping he's making a booty call.
She instead disappointed to see Jordyn at the front door. She attempts to hide her disappointment.
J> Taylor? Hi, I'm Jordyn. I'm sorry to bother you on a Sunday. Are you .... free? Just real quick? [extends her hand]
T> Jordyn! [ignores the extended hand] Yes, nice to meet you. Franklin told me so much about you.
J> [reacting quizzickly to the ignored handshake--glanes doen at her hand and extends is even closer to Taylor]
T> Oh, I'm sorry. Not to be rude but .... I know masking is over [rolls eyes] especially in Florida; but handshaking still isn't a thing yet. Maybe never. My mom an ICU doctor ... she told me. Germs, ya know.
J> [Withdraws her hand. Doesn't particularly want to shake Taylor's anymore, anyways. What a snob this bitch is. Maybe this visit was a bad idea.] Oh. Sure, I get it. But ... like, you don't shake Franklin's hand?
T> I'll thank you to not concern yourself with what Franklin and I do. I thought he was clear about that with you when I agreed to let him keep his prom commitment to you.
J> [Ok, this conversation is going off the rails quickly. Stay calm, Jordyn, stay calm. Don't need to show up from prom with scratches on uour face.] Yes, of course. Taylor, I completely respect that. I'm just .... it's just that I'm standing in the hot sun here .... Taylor, I know this visit was unannounced .... that's not my style, trust me .... but can we speak inside. I promise to be out of your hair quickly.
T> Yes, of course. Where are my Southern manners. Please come in.
[The 2 girls bodies press surprisingly close together as Jordyn enters into the foyer. Both girls notice the other's flawless hardbody physique. Both girls smell their Sunday best. Thei height appears to be identical.]
J> Taylor .... if you don't mind me asking .... your athletic profile online says you're 5'10". But ... well it's just .... I'm 5'7", and we seem impeccably similar in height....
T> Say no more. I can explain. When high jump athletes get our measurements taken, we wear our athletic shoes. They add 2 or 3 inches. It's understood .... this isn't a Lori Loughlin scam situation ...
J> So.... what you're saying is ... you and I ARE the same hieight?
T> It would appear so.
J> Interesting.
T> Interesting .... how?? exactly?
J> It's just .... here I was thinking you were taller than me ... had better reach.... that sort of thing.
T> And .... why would that matter, Jordyn??
J> Oh. One never knows. No?
To be continued....
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[Although Jordyn has secured an invitation inside--no easy trick on the uptight Key--she decides that her first five minutes of conversation with Taylor have gone catastrophically. Jordyn has career aspirations to be a diplomat someday; and diplomats are supposed to stop arguments and ease tensions, not inflame them.]
[And yet .... what was that 'only in Florida' eye-roll from Taylor all about when their conversation touched on pandemic restrictions? Although Jordyn and her parents are by no means Trump acolytes, Governor DeSantis is their governor is is doing a heckuva job for them, and, in their eyes, all Floridians. Florida never had severe pandemic restrictions imposed on their citizens or [just as importantly] their tourist guests, and yet had no worse outbreaks than any other state in the country. Taylor's parents are apparently in healthcare and unstandably should wear masks on the job. But she's not one of those mask freaks, is she?]
[Let it go, Jordyn. Let it go. Just keep the peace till prom on Friday. If Franklin dumps me npw, I literally have no back-up plan.]
J> Taylor, this house is lovely. [It actually is; breathtakingly so. Jordyn is willing to b.s. at this point, but on this commentary, she's not.] It's so hard getting contractors these days.
T> I know! Isn't it? Are your parents experiencing supply-chain shortages?
J> [Ok, actually my parents are doing quite well, bitch.] Oh, you know. A faucet fixture delay here, a tile size not standard anymore issue there. Little things like that.
T> Are your parents gutting your place?
J> [Umm, actually it's brand new, slut. They're just putting in upgrades which weren't standard.] Ok, Taylor .... and maybe this is why I actually here ... so let me get to my point .... and then I'll leave you in peace ..... Taylor, when two girls are ... friends with ... the same boy, they can tend to read the worst possible intent into each others' actions .... or words .... [Taylor opens her mouth, but does not speak--Jordyn is relieved: she was prepared to speak over Taylor's voice] .... so I decided the way I could smooth things over with you .... in advance, not after the fact ... was to tell you .... well ... my point is this .... obviously, with Covid, prom was ... hybrid ... in 2020 and 2021 .... and we're all anxious to get back to normal in 2022 .... my school has a prom after-party .... which we're looking to resurrect in 2022 .... and COUPLES ONLY are invited.... it's on a private beach ... and I'll be BORROWING Franklin .... late Friday, into Saturday ....
T> [interrupts at last] Negatory. The deal was prom only. No [air quotes] after parties.
J> Taylor, I assure you .... you don't understand my school's customs .... Rumors will be much more rampant if Franklin DON'T attend the after-party than if we do....
T> [Interrupting even more emphatically] Jordyn, I SAID NO.
[Both girls pause. The tensionin the room is higher than both realized ... or intended. But neither is willing to play peacemaker. Both are standing .... Jordyn wishes they were sitting.]
[Both hear the other breathing hard.]
[Well. This is awkward.]
To be continued......
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As the amiableness and civility of their conversation continues to deteriorate, Taylor and Jordyn begin to become acutely attuned to the surroundings they are sharing.
Jordyn notices for the first time the 12-foot ceilings in the oversized home in which Taylor resides. They match the 12-foot ceilings in Jordyn's newly-finished mansion. Jordyn knows for a fact they are 12-foot, because one day when she was home alone and a light bulb went out, her 7-foot ladder and 5'7" frame were insufficient to change the bulb. "What kind of stupid house is this," she wondered, "where you have to bring in a trade to change a stupid light bulb??". Jordyn is also acutely aware of her having removed her Florida flip flops at the door, and of standing on the immaculately-polished marble floor in slacks. She's wearing cargo shorts, which compliment her fitm butt, and a tank top which enhances her bust. Her hair is bleached from the sunny spring. She thinks it's a nicer shade of blonde than Taylor's.
Taylor is still wearing Sunday Church clothes. Even though she never made it to services. Franklin didn't take her hint about her being home alone. She was so fucking horny for thick cock. She was hoping by now they would have fucked twice ("twice on Sunday", right?).
Instead, she was trapped in the open-floor plan living area with his pain-in-the-ass prom date, Jordyn. Jordyn didn't have the conndctions to get into Harvard-Yale-Princeton on the first try. Her extra-cirriculars must have fallen short during the pandemic. So she took the Florida state school route.
How quaint.
I hope she doesn't notice how I'm condescending to her.
Because then her parents will bitch to my parents. And they'll hassle me.
Jordyn puts down her clutch purse.
That simple act is fraught with symbolism.
Is she getting ready to rumble?? In my fucking house?, wonders Taylor.
Does she think I'm challenging her?, wonders Jordyn. Should I pick it back up?
No. Too late. She'll think I'm weak, is Jordyn's accurate self-assessment.
The two girls don't realize it yet. But they are, step by inevitable step, sleepwalking into an unavoidable, vicious catfight.
To be continued....
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Catfight? you ask. Surely, these two privileged women, skating their way through life, are above needing to resort to fighting to resolve matters?
You would be wrong.
Taylor's case was the most straight-forward in this regard. A multi-sport athlete (her specialty ended up being track and field, but she had at numerous points in her upbringing tried her hand at field hockey, lacrosse, and even ice hockey), Taylor was incredibly competitive. She also didn't "play well with others"-- thus her eventual gravitation to individual over team sports. She was juat as likely to go after her own teammates, in disputes over team leadershio, as the other team's member, thus earning a reputation as distuptive to team chemistry. Additionally, if two team members had a dispute, Taylor would be as likely to encourage combat between them, with herself as witness, as she would me to mediate the skirmish.
Jordyn's case was more subtle. Ever the philanthropist, Jordyn would volunteer for service to inner-city and trouble-with-the-law youth and families. In many situations, Jordyn would mentor underprivileged teen peers, many of whom during their rough-and-tumble youth had been forced to learn how the throw fists.... or pull hair ..... to defend themselves. At first repulsed by such scenarios, she soon found herself drawn to stories of female rivalries and battles, often asking for advice about how to respond to tactically to such situations. She inevitably found it irresistable to apply her "moves" for real, learning how to control her breathing and adrenaline when a confrontation erupted into an all-out fight.
She enjoulyed it immensely, she found.
So....make no mistake, both Taylor and Jordyn knew how to fight.
To be continued....
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Besides being regularly competitve at, and victorious in, the attributes on their resumes which they COULD control--grades, athletics, activities, awards--Taylor and Jordyn had both become accustomed to being Numero Uno in one characteristic out of their control--looks.
Both had spent their entire lives being considered the prettiest girl in their school.
But their reaction to this accolade could not have been more opposite. Whereas Taylor considered herself entitled to the attention and its perks, Jordyn was starting to consider her flawless looks as somewhat of a curse.
Because as the years passed and Jordyn began to crave the company of boys, and then men, in her peer group, her 10 looks made them intimidated to talk to her.
Or, if the talked to her, intimidated to ask her out.
Or, if they asked her out, intimidated to get physical and intimate.
She tried her best to be approachable. Relatable. Interesting. But it wasn't working. Men couldn't look her in the eye. They could send her clumsy Snapchats and texts if she gave them her details. And she had had a few spontaneous sexual encounters which exciting and surprising, and gave her the beginnings of sexual experience and confidence.
But nothing completely .... fulfilling. Not yet, anyways.
Her change in college plans, from going straight to Ivy's to taking a 2-year detour at UF, was partially a sensible financial plan. But its primary motive was otherwise.
Jordyn was horny AF. She planned on her freshman and sophomore years at UF being a 2-year sex and party bender. Straight-A's, yes, of course. Buckling down and studying when necessary.
But come Thursday night: she wanted a taste of college hook-up sex. Lots of it. With multiple partners.
Jordyn wanted to fuck.
Until August came, she would have to make do with masturbating.
And her favorite thing to masturbate to was Taylor's boyfriend Franklin.
Guilt about letting this fantasy go too far is what brought her to Taylor's house this afternoon. To be honest about what was happening. And to agree, maturely, to boundaries and guardrails. Woman to woman.
Instead, the conversation was turning into woman-to-stuck-up-bitch.
Should I just leave now?, wondered Jordyn to herself.
She turned slightly, as if to go.
"You don't think you're going anywhere, do you?", asked Taylor.
"No, of course not. Why would I leave?", asked Jordyn provocatively.
To be continued.....
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As wronged as Jordyn felt by the unpleasantness of this Sunday afternoon confrontation, Taylor felt even more aggrieved. When she began dating Franklin back on Valentine's Day, and he disclosed to her an April 2 pre-existing prom commitment, (and, Taylor, against her better judgment, had agreed to allow him to follow thru on it), Taylor was led to believe that his April 2 prom Plus-One was a mousey nerd. Via some early March internet stalking, Taylor was slowly dis-abused of this notion [wish?], as Jordyn's fashionable Florida blonde looks revealed themselves to her. And, now, today, in her own house, the blonde bimbo had the nerve to present herself at her door.
Flauting her thick long blonde hair and her 36D boobs. With no bra. Why would you come to visit your prom date's girlfriend wearing no bra?
She smelled a rat.
She felt like Jordyn was flaunting her stuff to her. She already knew Jordyn had been stalking her Instagram and TikTok pages--she had busted her in the act.
That wasn't enough?
Jordyn had to invite herself to my home?
While I'm alone?
What the fuck is going on here?
She's not looking for a catfight, is she?
Because, if she .... I'll fucking give her one.
Taylor moves a step closer to Jordyn in the dining room.
The two are toe to toe.
Taylor's hands are shaking a little. "I wonder why?", she asks herself. "I'm normally cool as a cucumber before a fight."
"That's odd."
To be continued.....
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When Taylor had first seen the radically 2020s open-floor plan of her new Florida home, with literally no interior walls, and the kitchen, dining room, family room, and foyer all presented as, essentially, a single room, her first thought had been--what a convenient space for a girlfight. Plenty of space to stand up and throw your opponent around. Or, if a ground fight is your style, to roll around, without hitting corners or doors.
Today, apparently, she was going to test out that hypothesis.
Jordyn, ever the more analytical girl of the two, was thinking more practically. This shiny floor surface--it's not marble. What IS it?? Unlike ip north in Lake Forest, Illinois, hardwood isn't practical anywhere in Florida--it would warp in the humidity. But--it's hard on my bare feet, but not rock hard, and not cold. Is it acrylic? Or some such synthetic material?
If Taylor bashes my skull into it--when we fight--will it hurt??
Jordyn speaks first, amidst the girls' solo ponderings.
> Taylor ... if we're gonna do this ... just what IS your relationship with Franklin. Ard you two [air quotes] hot and heavy??
> I can't imagine why that's any of your business, Jordyn.
> [The girls' boobs are brushing against each other.] It's just ... I remember Judge Judy telling 2 girls one time .... that guys are SELDOM worth fighting over. Is Franklin one of the exceptions??
> I can .... disabuse you from any such hesitation from your conscience, sweetie. You and I aren't about to fight over Franklin. Or any boy.
> Oh, good. So what are we about to fight over, hun?
> Girl stuff. Your coming here without a bra. And us each wondering.... which is the badder blonde bitch. Don't tell me you're not .... intrigued .... by my looks in person. The hair. My tits. My ass.
> ... your lying about your height....
> That's an athletics things, Jordyn, I told you. But admit it .. you're not 100% sure you'll win ... for the first catfight in your life .... THIS ONE .... vould go either way ....
> ....and .... your point being, Taylor?
> My point being ..... isn't .... that .... fact .... fucking ..... erotic??
> [Jordyn stops and thinks.] Let's say it is. How do you want to do this?
> N
> U
> D
>E.
> Fine. Let's go.
The two women strip nude.
To be continued......
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Although Taylor's challenge to Jordyn to undress may have seemed impusive and misguided, she was actually taking a subtle dig at her about-to-be opponent.
The first dig was at Jordyn's athletic accomplishments and experience. Taylor had spent many years in gym and locker rooms. She was comfortable undressing and showering with minimal personal modesty as to her own nude figure. Especially once she switched over to a non-team sport like Track and Field, and it wasn't even just teammates any more that she was sharing close dressing quarters with, any inclination at all to modesty had to be released and discarded. Taylor was ok walking around buck naked, and if any surrounding female eyes, caught a glance, so be it. Taylor had nothing to hide. And she suspected from Jordyn's social media bio's that Jordyn's athletic experience was inferior to her own. (Then again, virtually all high school senior girls were in that same state.)
Taylor's second dig at Jordyn, a much more Mean-Girl-ish one, was that she was making a statement as to her own level of sexual experience relative to Jordyn's. And herein lay the secret of the bond between Franklin and Taylor. Although they had been dating just since Valentines Day, Franklin had already taken Taylor places sexually she herself had never known she wanted to go. While many of her peer group insisted on "Lights Off" while sharing intimate bedroom time with a partner, Franklin had introduced to Taylor the excitement and unanticipated delights of the bedroom being a full venue of sensory immersion, including the visual senses. Looking at each other directly .... and enhancing the experience even more via mirrors. Placed strategically throughout the room. Taylor would catch glanes of Franklin's masculine form .... and, to her surprise, her own female anatomy. She would extend this experience to observing herself masturbating.
Taylor had even wondered if she was starting to fall in love with herself. Physiologically. And psychologically.
Is being sexually attracted to yourself a thing?, she daydreamed.
Taylor sent nudes of herself to .... herself. And could look at the images for hours at a time.
Jordyn didn't need to know it, but .... that's what Taylor had been doing this afternoon when Jordyn arrived. Taking pics of herself topless .... and masturbating to them.
When the doorbell rang, she had tried quickly to cover the smell on her fingers with perfume. That's why she smelled so good right now.
Taylor's Strip Dare to Jordyn was win-win. If Jordyn said yes, she could strut her stuff to her rival (and Jordyn could eat her heart out in jealousy). And if Jordyn declined (as Taylor expected her to), Taylor would have scored a pre-fight advantage over her inexperienced rival.
But Taylor's plan backfired.
Jordyn's final hesitation to throwing hands with her obnoxious guest was--"I don't want to destroy my clothes fighting." To start with, she like this outfit. Plus, it was expensive (and new). And the capper was--she needed to drive home after the fight. What an awkward drive that would be, only ripoed clothing shreds hiding her nakedness for the 16-mile drive home.
Taylor had solved her problem for her by suggesting they remove their clothing to fight. Her outfit would be safe and waiting for her once the fisticuffs were settled.
Both women wasted no tume slipping into their birthday suits.
They were of course curious as to the details now revealed for mutual inspection. The roundness of each others's 38D and 40B breasts. The way all 4 nipples in the room stood at attention. And the way they trimmed their blonde bushes, both of which covered surpring amounts of surface area. Taylor's generous hair covering had been a point of personal pride, and a source of arousal to Franklin. But now that she could see her rival's robust gowth, she was feeling a little bit inadequte.
Feelings of inadequacy were unusual to Taylor. Until this afternoon, she never felt them. Ever.
She would restore her confidence by demonstrating her superior fighting prowess over Jordyn.
The only way you can prove fighting superiority over another woman.
By beating her in a fight.
> Are we gonna stand here all afternoon leering at each other. Or are we gonna fight?
> I'm not leering, bitch.
To be continued......
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Dispensing with further catty bickering, Taylor reached out her arms and wrapped them around Jordyn's head, part clutching at Jordyn blonde hair and part rabbit-punching her enemy in the back and side of the head. Although Jordyn was partly offended by the unprovoked violent attack on her person, she was also grateful that unlike the introverted awkward boys who she wanted to fuck but who never approached her, Taylor at least had the balls to make the first move.
This was going to be one serious, violent catfight.
Taylor's tactical approach in the completely un-walled open space with a slippery, hard, cold floor beneath them was like an ice hockey or roller-derby brawler, holding Jordyn up but putting her in a headlock and landing hard slaps and punches to Jordyn's head and face. Jordyn remembered seeing a long roller derby catfight many years ago, and found the concept sexy and erotic.
Now she was actually doing it. She was mirroring Taylor's grabbing, punches, and slaps; and she thrilled with excitement when one of her blows landed and extracted a grunt or "Owww" from her bitch opponent.
Jordyn's head was aching from repeated assaults from her blonde rival. Taylor was a literal head-hunter in girlfighting. Did she always fight like this?
Or did she just hate Jordyn more than other girls she had fought?
The Jordyn-Taylor 4-legged catball waltzed around the room, both women trying to kick or trip the other. Losing your fight and falling was a potential disaster in this fight, each woman knew, and they accordingly moved deliberately and with great care.
Both women began landing uppercut face shots.
Jordyn could feel cum beading on her and rolling down her leg. She wished she could take a breather to tough hersef.
Or to sit on Taylor's face.
To be continued ...
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Jordyn's hands became highly eroticized when her adrenaline was running, and she felt an irresistable urge to touch Taylor's breasts.
So she did it. She just went ahead and reached out and cupped Taylor's hardened breasts. As recently as 5 minutes ago she would not have contemplated such a bold move--even during a catfight. She had never done such a thing in any catfight ever. But she was already a new person. A new woman, almost.
> Franklin likes my tits more than yours.
> He's never seen them, lying bitch.
> [Shit. Taylor and Franklin talk about my body?] He doesn't want to hurt your feelings, slut. He's sucked my breasts hard.
> I don't believe you. Prove it by sucking mine how he sucks yours. [Taylor puffs her chest and presents her breasts to Jordyn's mouth.]
> [Jordyn considers "faking it" and sucking Taylor's breasts any old way. How many ways can there be to suck breasts? But she loses heart. Plus, it's just to humiliation to suck her enemy's breasts. Jordyn forms a fist and punches Taylor's breast full force. Taylor's eyes water. But her face wears a grin.]
> I knew you were lying, Jordyn. I can always read a liar--my Mom taught me how. You're practically a virgin, aren't you?
> [Justyn is pained and wounded.] I'm going to give you the beating your Mom should have given you, instead of teaching you about lying.
> Try it, bitch. You got me alone. What are you gonna do about it?
> Just you watch.
To be continued.....
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Although Taylor was acting confidentally so far in her fight with Jordyn, the girl confronting her in her living room right now was actually her worst nightmare.
Although Taylor devoted time to athletics throughout her high school career, her plan was actually to ratchet back her efforts in that area once at Princeton and to allocate more time to .... fun. Sports was a means to an end. Not the end. The end was to vault herself into the highest possible circles so as to rub shoulders with the best quality people. Now she had done that ... scoring an admission to Princeton. It was All-About-Me-Time now. If that meant faking an injury so as to minimally participate in actual athletic meets and practices and workouts .... so be it.
But once she started reading the Princeton Class of 2026 Orientation material, she was appalled to discover that the class composition was .... practically 60% female. Which meant -- the males held all the dating power. There were only 2 of them for every 3 females.
Taylor having a Franklin lined up back home was her "safety net". And now Jordyn was horning in on that, too. While Taylor backed her bags and got in a car and drove up north for the school year .... Jordyn and Franklin would be back in Florida, canoodling behind her back.
Jordyn was gorgeous. Any guy, presented with access to her blonde body, would seize the opportunity.
Taylor's only hope was to terrorize Jordyn into not being around her man.
And that plan wasn't working out so well. Almost as a lark, Taylor had challenged Jordyn to fight nude.
And Jordyn had nonchalantly said yes??? Who does that? What kind of a freak catfights nude???
Taylor had also jumped Jordyn, hoping to gain the early initiative in the struggle. But Jordyn had parried all of her moves--her punches and slaps to Jordyn's head and face, her attempts to knock Jordyn off her feet and stomp her. Jordyn could actually fight. Shit, where had she learned how?
And, just as Taylor was going to resort to desperate measures and maul Jordyn's boobs--Jordyn beat Taylor to the punch, and mauled Taylor's tits first. Taylor tried to react stoically--but she was in serious pain right now.
Jordyn, in summary, wasn't just a fighter.
She was a bona fide catfighter.
Well, better the find out now, Taylor decided. I need to wrap up this loose end before I leave for school in the fall--can't have this hanging.
Jordyn CANNOT go to prom with Franklin on Friday.
They CANNOT fuck.
I have to leave her sore .... down there.
Taylor looked Jordyn in the face and hissed, "The second you got here this afternoon, I knew you and I needed to catfight."
Jordyn loved hearing the word spoken aloud. "IYou better watch out, honey. I've never been as turned on as I am right now."
"That's about to change." Taylor reached down with her right claw between Jordyn's legs.
Jordyn reached right back.
The two women twisted and dug hard.
They were both in agony. But neither stopped. It was a pure test of wills.
To be continued....
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When Jordyn had been "researching" Taylor on social media before she had met her for the first time in real life, she had initially concluded that an actual physical fight with Taylor was unrealistic. Taylor's athletic bio's and profile's online all referred to her as 5'10", whereas Jordyn was 5'7". From her years of watching girlfights, Jordyn knew that "It's not the size of the girl in the fight--it's the size of the fight in the girl was 95% b.s.".
It was the size of the girl in the fight. The bigger girl almost always won the fight. When Jordyn herself fought, she made sure to always fight smaller girls.
Or .... girls the same size as her. Like Taylor.
When Jordyn took off her shoes and came in Taylor's front door this afternoon, and discovered Taylor's height in her profile was exaggereated and the two were the exact same height .... well, at that moment, Jordyn knew she HAD to fight Taylor.
She needed to know which of the two was the better woman.
She assuned it would be a straight out standup fistfight. A bare knuckles boxing match. Jordyn's favorite kind of girlfight.
To watch. Or to be in.
But once their conversation turned from terse to catty to outright bitchy .... Jordyn knew she had to bitchfight Taylor.
That's why she was happy to remove her clothes.
And even happier for the fight tactics to go into the gutter.
"This is the best fight I've ever been in," thought Jordyn to herself.
To be continued.....
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As Taylor and Jordyn continued their standup struggle, Taylor became concerned about two observations.
The first was that even when she was battling with fellow athletes, Taylor's opponents were normally becoming winded by this portion of the catfight. When Taylor was lurking on Jordyn's social media postings, she was specifically scouthing fotmr athletic bona fide's, which were quite thin. With one potential exception: jogging. Jordyn expressed a love of unstructured jogging, usually at sunrise.
Taylor could now tell that Jordyn's jogging was much more than amateur-hobbyist level. Jordyn wasn't even breathing hard, despite ten minutes and counting of vicious standup grappling. Taylor was going to have to earn this win (and winning was the only option) via TKO or submission--she wasn't going to extract a helpless "I give" from the blonde Amazon.
Taylor's second worry was .... well, it was the way Jordyn smelled. By this point of her prior girlfights, most of Taylor's opponents were sweating like pigs, and smelled like ... well, boys.
Jordyn's expensive cologne still wafted out of every orifice of her flesh, and her hair still smelled like Florida's signature Gulf Coast quartz beaches.
All Taylor could think about was Franklin, 5 days from now, dancing with Jordyn at prom, their bodies and faces pressed together. Franklin feeling Jordyn's toned flesh and comparing it to Taylor's. Franklin feeling Jordyn's silky blonde mane and comparing it to Taylor's, which had a tendency to get oily in bed. Alone, or when Franklin was there to feel it.
Franklin didn't like Taylor's oily hair. She could tell by the way he stpped stroking it as their fuckfests got later into the night, as 11pm became 2am.
If he found out about Jordyn's perpetually silky hair, he would fuck her till sunrise. Taylor couldn't let that happen.
> Stay out of Franklin and my life, Jordyn.
> I'm not going anwhere, Taylor. YOU are. Get your ass to New Jersey and get out of our life.
> No.... fucking .... way ..... slut.
Both were pulling pussy hair as hard as they could.
To be continued....
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Both girls simultaneously became enraged at the pain being inflcted on her lower torso by her enemy, and used her left hand to push at the face of her opponent. This symmetric actions caused the blondes' bodies to break apart for the first time in their battle, and each instinctively took up a boxer's pose--clenched fists, turned slightly to the right--and began circling, looking for an opening from which to punch her enemy.
Jordyn for the first time observed the full-body beauty of her blonde rival. Taylor had muscular legs and biceps, and her blonde hair swayed naturally over her shoulders as she tilted her head, dodging Jordyn's jabs. The sweat on Taylor's face blended with Taylor's beautiful, thick-yet-feminine eyebrows. Taylor was staring Jordyn straight in the eyes with pure hate, while Jordyn felt like she was surveying her enemy's nude physique at the expense of attacking it. Jordyn felt mesmerized by the sight of Taylor, after so many weeks of online-only stalking.
Taylor was also in a delerium of arousal-not from attraction, but rather from imminent violence. At her athletic camps, she always enjoyed when skirmishes broke out, and the two girls circled in the pose she and Jordyn were in presently. Standup. She always felt the girl that dove in and tackled her enemy first was the girl most afraid to fight, and who wanted to induce a useless scrum that would be broken up by bystanders. Before a resolution of the dispute between the two rivals. Standup fighting until exhaustion, or KO, by one girl was Taylor's kind of fight.
Taylor had always associated violence with sexiness. When Franklin was turned on, ...really turned on.... , he would throw Taylor around the bed. Around the floor. Around the grass. It turned her on, being taken, being over powered.
She had always wanted to hurt someone back. She tried with Franklin, but he was to strong for her, especially when he was aroused.
She'd do it to Jordyn. Today. Right now.
Taylor stepped forward and kicked Jordyn's shins hard. She could tell she had hurt Jordyn.
This was going to be fun.
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Jordyn was stunned by the force of Taylor's kicks to her shins, and could tell Taylor could read the fear creeping into her face. Jordyn attempted responding four or five times with kicks of her own, from what she had learned at a cardio-kickboxing class one summer, to Taylor's shins and knees, but they were well under half as powerful as the host's.
Jordyn needed time to think. She had learned from a girl that she was mentoring that if you're in a standup fistfight and get winded, a sneaky (and usually effective) tactic is to take a knee and pretend you've been stunned by a punch. The typical girl will get a thrill from seeing a punch oh her own achieve a knockdown, and will get cocky and admire the result of her fists.
But Taylor was no ordinary girl. When Jordyn took a knee, Taylor (without hesitation) wound up her right leg and foot kicked Jordyn as hard as she could in the left ear.
Jordyn fell flat on her back, her ears ringing. But she maintained enough of her wits about her to understand that Taylor would't stop at one vicious kick. Jordyn desperately rolled to her right as quickly as she could, just in time to avoid not one, not two, but three foot stomps aimed at her face and kidneys from a crazed Taylor.
And yet Taylor continued striding forward, sensing correctly that Jordyn was wounded but not defeated.
So Jordyn changed direction with her body-roll, and aimed direct at Taylor's kicking, stomping lower torso. Like a bowling headed direct into a pile of standing pins and fallen dead wood (for those who play candlepin, not 10-pin), Taylor's limbs went flying in a chaotic whirlwind of limbs and hair, crashing onto to hard tile floor, and into Jordyn's angry arms.
Both girls grabbed and pinched any soft flesh the could find, and had suddenly resumed the clutching catball they had been in mere minutes before.
The began hissing insults.
> Princeton Bitch.
> Florida Man.
> I'm more of a woman than you'll ever be.
> What do you think I'm doing?
> You think you're winning this fight??
> You think YOU are??
Suddenly, there was a loud shutting of car doors, and setting of car alarms, outside the side door.
> SSSHHHHHHIIIITTTTT. My fucking MOM'S HOME!!!! [Taylor and Jordyn suddenly released their grip on each other, and popped up standing.]
Jordyn was surprised at how panicked Taylor was. Jordyn felt much more vulnerable. If Taylor had come over to Jordyn's house and the two had been caught viciously catfighting, Jordy would unhesitatingly have told her parents to call cops and arrest Taylor.
Why wasn't Taylor doing that now to Jordyn. Was Taylor's relationship with her Mom THAT bad?? What sorts of bad things had Taylor done to lose her Mom's trust??
Jordyn could see two sillouhettes approaching the front door.
> Who's that with you Mom?
> It's her bitch assistant, Katara. Jordyn, we're in big fucking trouble if you don't do what I say. BOTH OF US are. Katara can ruin our futures ....AND she'll ENJOY doing it.
> You expect me to trust YOU, bitch???? After you just tried to fucking maim me?????
> Jordyn. There's no tim to explain. You have to pretend you came over here on a booty call. To mess around with me.
> Ew!!!!!
> JUST ..... [the doorknob jiggles] .... FUCKING ..... [two stunning blondes, Taylor's Mom and the gorgeous 30-something Katara, stride in] .... DO IT.
Taylor embraces Jordyn's head and sinks her tongue into Jordyn's mouth. Jordyn surprises herself by not resisting .... and surprises herself even more with the sudden realization of how far along to orgasm her erotic arousal is. If Taylor is acting, she should perhaps consider Drama as her Princeton major, as she is enthusiastically exploring Jordyn's mouth and throat.
Jordyn realizes this is the best kiss she's ever received. And the most effective.
> TAYLOR !!!!!! , screeches Taylor's angry mother from across the room. WHAT DID WE AGREE ABOUT GUESTS WHEN YOUR FATHER AND I AREN'T HOME????
[A mother sees her daughter embraced in a naked, passionate, lesbian kiss, and her first thought is that house rules about guests have been violated? This is one fucked-up dysfuntional family, thinks Jordyn.]
Katara walks over and inspects Taylor and Jordyn. She feels their hair, their cheeks, with the back of her palm. Katara has the look of an assassin, like she's in military or law enforcement.
> These two bitches weren't kissing, were you? WERE YOU, Taylor??
> [Taylor's Mom confusingly asks...] Well, what IN BLAZES were they doing then, Katara.
> Well ...... dishevelled hair .... bruised faces .. . scratched tits ..... These two were have a good old catfight. And a helluva good one, judging from the scratch marks alone.
> A catfight???? On a Sunday????
[Jordyn thinks..... SHE'D BE FUCKING OK WITH THIS IF IT WASN'T SUNDAY. Damn, Taylor and her Mom are fucked up.]
[What have I gotten myself into????]
> I say we let them finish.
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Katara, who is about an inch taller than Jordyn, and is also in heels, walks up to Jordyn and looks her en the eye. Jordyn stares right back, sensing that Katara is not the type of woman you want to display weakness to. Katara is impressed at Jordyn's poise.
And with one other of Jordyn's characteristics.
> Well, well. Look at the carpet on this one. Quite impressive, young lady.
> Thank you, Katara. [Jordyn tries to suppress a blush.]
> May I touch it?
> If I can touch yours. [Jordyn is unsure where her bold proposition has come from, but she decides to go with the flow. Maybe it will make Taylor jealous.]
> I'd love for you to touch it. [Katara immediately undoes her own skirt, letting it drop to the floor, revealing peach silk panties, which she also removes.]
> I like the color of your panties. Can I smell them?
> Please do. [Katara hands Jordyn her peach panties, which Jordyn buries her face in. She genuinely enjoys the scent.] Like what you smell? ..... and see?
> [Katara's bush is trimmed into a tiny cube at the top of her pussy. Jordyn can tell is grows quickly and must require constant attention and grooming. She reaches out and feels it.] It's so thick .... and lush. I love it.
> [Katara reaches down and is caressing Jotlrdyn's wide bush.] I gotta ask .... are you and Taylor fighting over that boy, Franklin?
> Yes. We're fighting over a boy. You're gonna tell me they're not worth fighting over, right?
> [Katara has backed Jordyn against the wall, and the two women beging kissing between resposes.] Some of them actually ARE worth fighting over. But also ...... no woman should EVER ..... be a doormat.
> [Jordyn enjoys kissing Katara. Katara's kisses are slower than Taylor's were. She hopes Franklin finds Taylor's kisses to be too quick, too abrupt as well.] I'm not a doormat. That's why I drove over here to fight Taylor.
> I think that's sexy as fuck.
[Taylor's mom has sat down across the open room on a couch and is masturbating while watching Katara and Jordyn kiss. Taylor is standing alone.]
> [All three women doing what they're doing is a turnon to Jordyn. Especially Taylor being alone.] I'm gonna cum.
> Don't let me stop you.
> mmmmmmmmmm ........... [An orgasm washes over Jordyn's whole body. All three women stare at her as her eyes roll back in her head.]
> So hot. [Katara kisses Jordyn deeply.] Watching you fight will be a treat.
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Taylor looked on warily as Katara caressed Jordyn to orgasm. Katara had become her Mom's executive assistant about a year ago, and didn't trust how Katara was embedding herself in her parants' marriage and household. Her parents were quite open with each other, and with Taylor, that the three were engaging in an open-marriage-style 3some (Katara sometimes bedding with Taylor's dad, more frequently with Taylor's mom), so Taylor had accepted Katara being in her parents' lives, and in fact concluded it had breathed new life into her Mom's and Dad's dull routine.
What Taylor couldn't accept so readily about Katara was that as Taylor prepared to leave home for college, Katara appeared to be preparing to replace Taylor as the baby of the house, the only child, the princess. Katara received more and birthday, Christmas, and random gifts that formerly fell into Taylor's lap.
Taylor was feeling elbowed out, prematurely by Katara. Taylor at first welcomed the freedom of being set free into adulthood. But she quickly came to resent the rushed nature of her liberation. Taylor intended on attendibg grad school, so tacked onto 4 years of Princeton, she felt Katara presence was robbing her of 6 to 8 years of parental doting and connections.
Taylor also resented the lifestyle upgrade Katara was achieving in one fell swoop. Katara was leaping from secretary to Gulf Coast High Society in one fell swoop.
Taylor couldn't wait for Katara and Jordyn to stop kissing so that Taylor could finish kicking Jordyn's ass. Taylor was finally getting the better of her rival was they were interrupted by Katara and Taylor's mom.
Additionally, Taylor wanted Katara to see what an efficient fighter Taylor was.
In case Katara was getting any ideas about squeezing Taylor out of her parents' life.
> Wrap it up, lovebirds. You're interrupting our catfight, here.
> Keep your pants on, Taylor. Whoop, I forgot they're already off.
> Just fighting like real women. Never done it, Katara?
> Don't you lecture me what real women do, Taylor. [Katara turns to Jordyn and gives her one last deep kiss.] Kick her ass, sweetie. Teach this brat a lesson. [Katara sits on Taylor's mom's lap on the couch, the two kissing each other passionately.] C'mon, Tough Girl Taylor. Show me how 'real women' [air quotes] fight.
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Although Jordyn's attention was partially by the intense orgasm Katara had just induced in her, she hadn't completely forgotten the painful shin-kicking Taylor had been inflicting on her mere moments before Katara and Taylor's mom had returned home and interrupted Jordyn and Taylor's catfight. Jordyn had no interest in resuming this punishment.
So she did what every girl in a fistfight receiving an ass-kicking does. Especially since YouTube girlfights became available in 2008 or so.
She lunged for Taylor's hair, latched on for all her might, and pulled down Taylor's hair as hard as she could. When possible, she tried to knee Taylor in the face or forehead. But most of her effort was directed towards controlling Taylor's upper torso. And making sure it couldn't flail at Jordyn.
Taylor was aggravated beyond words at the unexpected tactics the resumption of their fight brought. Taylor assumed that with a 2-woman audience, Jordyn would want to engage inba woman-to-woman duel of fists and feet. Or at least fists.
Taylor thought wrong.
Jordyn was on Taylor's home turf. In front of Taylor's parent ... and ... guardian.
A catty draw was a victory for Jordyn.
And a humiliating defeat for Taylor.
Now it was Taylor who had panic in her heart.
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Jordyn and Taylor buried their claws in each others' blonde hair at the thickest points--just to the right and left of the crown of their heads--and twisted braids of hair in their hands. They then pulled as hard as they could, and for the first time during their fight, fell to the marble floor, which was cold and hard. Taylor was on her back with her enemy behind her, while Jordyn was on her knees and her opponent in front of her.
From years of competitive high jumping, Taylor was accustomed to keeping her sense of direction and not getting disoriented as her body contorted and twisted, much more so that Jordyn. So while their current positions and mutual hold were à tactical stalemate, it was Taylor more than Jordyn who was able to occassionally release her right hand from Jordyn's hair, lash out with a hard slap or punch, and return her grip in her enemy's mane. Jordyn was reduced to mauling her enemy's left breast, leaving scratch marks and scrapes as battle scars.
Katara thrilled at the overdue comeuppance being dealt to the spoiled brat Taylor. She had long requested to Taylor's mom permission to lay an overdo beating on the insolent daughter, but been refused.
Now Jordyn was doing to job for her. And she got to watch.
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The first night Taylor's mom had invited Katara back to Taylor's home, Katara had easily been able to hack into Taylor's cellphone. Taylor had several cellphone video recordings of catfights from Taylor's school and athletic camps, some of which Taylor had recorded herself and some of which had been shared with her by friends. In two of the vidéos were particularly intense fights, where Taylor herself was one of the fighters.
Katara thrilled at the sight of Taylor catfighting. Now, if Katara disciplined Taylor and Taylor fought back, Katara could proceed to à thorough beating of Taylor, and Taylor's mom would believe Katara that it was Taylor who had escalated the inévitable confrontation between Katara and Taylor.
But this, too, tonight, ..... this fight between Jordyn and Taylor .... this would do just as well. Katara was impressed at what a capable fighter Jordyn was. How she was holding her own against Taylor. Both girls would likely feel the effects of this fight, so evenly matched were they.
And so motivated. Did they actually both like this boy, this Franklin? What Katara was in high school, t'en long years ago, girls regularly fought over boys. But this was 2022. Girls were supposed to have outgrown that. Sex happened by Tinder hookup, not by mongomous dating.
Unless the pandemic had changed all that.
Or maybe.... Taylor WAS an accomplished athlète. Competitive as hell, too. Maybe Taylor and Jordyn had found mutually worth catfight rivals.
Maybe they needed to find out who the better woman was.
Maybe that's why Taylor had held on to Franklin after the sex between them had gotten stale. (Katara had read Taylor texting that the one of her friends.) Maybe she wanted to see if Jordyn could TAKE Franklin from her.
> Look at those two girls fighting like hellcats, Taylor's mom whispered into Katara's ear. Look up on LinkedIn who Jordyn's mom is.
> Good idea.
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With à lifetime's expérience of witnessing ..... and studying .... and enjoying ..... and appreciating .... women's combat, Katara could tell that Taylor and Jordyn's battle had arrived at à stalemate. Both women were far too exhausted to do anything beyond exchange catty slaps and jabs. But both were also far too motivated to concede. It was a good thing Katara's mother and Katara had arrived home when they did, or Taylor and Jordyn would likely have permanently scarred each other.
Such pretty, sexy girls, too. It wouldn't do for them BOTH to be pointlessly disfigured. If one girl béats up another and disfigures her .... well, that's Nature's Way, survival of the fittest. But mutual disfigurement in a draw? Such a waste.
No, this fight wasn't going to be broken up soon, likely by Katara.
But Katara's mother was intrigued by what Gulf Coast parent had raised the she-cat who could actually stand up to Queen Bitch Taylor. Both as a fighter .... and as a woman.
Katara found Jordyn's mother profile online. Brittany. A hospital Board member. Duke-educated.
Intriguing.
She probably was acquainted with Taylor's Doctor Dad.
Had the two ever met?
Had the two ever fucked? Taylor's Dad was such an insatiable horndog, he would have "made a play for" the sexy Brittany.
Taylor's mom took out her cellphone and dialled Jordyn's mom number.
> Hello, this is Brittany.
> Hello, your lovely, "oh-so-ladylike" daughter drove to my house this afternoon and is, as we speak, locked in a catfight with my daughter Taylor. Shall I separate them now, or enjoy the show until you get here?
> I was wondering where she was. And why she wasn't responding to my texts.
> You didn't ask if she's losing the fight.
> I figured the odds of the are vanishingly small. My daughter doesn't lose many fights.
> Nor does mine.
> Well, well. Then why would we separate them. I'll be right over. Give me 20 minutes.
> You didn't ask my address.
> I don't need to. By your last name on called id, f you're married to who I think you are, I've been to your house. As a guest of your husband.
> Well, well. Then do get here quickly. Let's show our daughters how it's done.
> Is that an invitation? Or à challenge?
> I think we both know the answer to that.
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Taylor's mom held no grudge over her husband for his 2017 affair. Taylor's mom had arrived at a point in her life physiologically where foreplay from a male was insufficiently arousing to her. Her conjugal relations with Taylor's dad had waned, and she knew she had left him with little choice but to seek satisfaction away from her.
So when she got psychiatric treatment for her mid-life funk in 2018, and brought Katara into her life .... and her husband's .... in 2019, thus re-kindling her marriage, she made no attempt to find the woman who had received her husband into her embrace during those dark 2017 days. Probably some single, young, naive floozy who was sweet-talked into a tawdry affair.
But, no, Taylor's mom had just learned. Her rival that horrid 2017 year about been a married MILF, the same age and socio-economic class as herself. Had this woman, this 'Brittany', no shame. How dare she sleep with another woman's man ... while staying with her own man at home. That was .... having her cake and eating it, too. All the social respectability of marriage .... and all the excitement of extra-marital sex.
And, to top of it .... that extra-marital sex with in Taylor's own home.
Today, in 2022, by happenstance, Taylor's mom had walked in on an in-progress catfight between Taylor and Jordyn. What if, in 2017, she had caught Brittany and Taylor's dad in the act of actual fucking?
She would have torn Brittany's head off.
No, not her head. Her tits. She would havd ripped them right off.
Now, in 2022, she was about to have the opportunity to do it to Brittany.
With Brittany's own daughter, Jordyn, watching.
"Break it up, girls. Enough fighting for you two today. Jordyn, your mom's on the way over. She and I are going to show you how it's done..... How two alpha women settle things."
Jordyn seemed to hesitate.
Katara patted her own lap. "Front row seat right here, Jordyn. C'mon, I've seen it all ..... and even I'm looking forward to this."
Jordyn sat on Katara's lap.
Just in time. Her mom's SUV was pulling up outside.
Taylor's mom began to strip.
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Brittany confidently strode thru the front door of the house which wasn't even hers and latched it behind her, affirming her frequent presence there in 2017 to consummate her adulterous affair. All four women in the room were taken aback bu her cocky carriage.
And by her beautiful, glamorous blonde haircut. And her striking figure. The 50-something Queen Bee could easily pass for 30-something.
Katara hoped Taylor's mom knew what the was doing in so readily throwing down a catfight challenge to the blonde Amazon.
She walked over to Katara to inspect her daughter Jordyn's injuries and battle scars from her war with Taylor. She circled her daughter's body completely, inspecting the top and bottom as if she was a rental car clerk inspecting a return.
She then walked over to Taylor, sitting alone on the floor with a water bottle, and did the same.
> "Just as I woild have expected. Your daughter looks like she was in a 747 crash. Mine looks like she was in a fender bender." [Katara released an unitentional guffaw.]
> "You exaggerate. But regardless:
Now let's show them what two women look like after a bitchfight."
> "My pleasure. I've awaited this moment for five years."
Brittany strips naked, handing her clothes and underwear to Jordyn. The two MILFs stride to the middle of the room, pulling down their long hair, making it available to the other for pulling, but knowing full well their initial targets will be lower down.
Below the waist.
Both women are amazed at the others' physique, their 38c and 36ee breasts. And are wondering if they should have perhaps allowed their daughters to finish the fight.
But there's no turning back now.
They extend their claws to each others' crotches and begin to dig and claw.
> "This is going to hurt."
> "Bring it, bitch.
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Paradoxically, Taylor was both surprised, but not surprised, by the 4-woman spectacle playing out before her. Her mother was scratching and clawing with another Gulf Coast power-MILF. Yes, shocking and .... unexpected. And yet ..... Taylor had slowly started noticing her mother's new sexual adventurism. Her inviting Katara into their home and granting Katara conjugal access to Taylor's doctor dad--sometimes with Taylor's mom present (watching? participating? both?), and sometimes not. Taylor's was also aware of her mother's bitter competitiveness with women she perceived as being as attractive as herself. And Taylor could not deny the attractiveness of Jordyn's mother.
It made Taylor even more jealous of Jordyn. Jordyn would inherit the gift
of aging gracefully. This angered Jordyn.
Jordyn was sitting on Katara's lap. Taylor seethed at the thought of heading to New Jersey in the fall, Jordyn staying behind in Florida, and having free rein over Katara.
Taylor could no longer stand being the fifth wheel in the room. Taylor felt there was nothing worse in life than being a third, or fifth, wheel.
Tension had been building between Taylor and Katara since Katara's hiring. Katara had made veiled threats about thrashing Taylor. Taylor impusively strutted over to Katara and stated the line she had pictured delivering for several weeks now:
> You've wanted a piece of me, Katara. Here's your chance. Stand up. Take a swing.
> [Katara and Jordyn look up at Taylor, taking their eyes off the MILF catball across the room reluctantly.] Relax, sweetie. Enjoy the show. You and I will conclude our business .... later.
> [Taylor slaps Katara's face.] We'll conclude it now ..... bitch.
> [Jordyn smirks, gets off Katara's lap, and steps aside.] Kick her ass, Katara. It's easy.
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For about 120 seconds, Taylor's plan of impulsively challenging Katara seemed like a good one. Although Katara was trained in a veritable encyclopedia of holds, kicks, and joint locks which could maim a woman (or man, or bear) in seconds, she refrained from using them and engaged Taylor was purely catfight tactics: breast mauling and pussy scratching. And Taylor inflicted some pent-up frustration on her unwelcome house-guest.
But Katara soon rose to the challenge from her younger rival. Katara was also egged on by the nearby MILF battle escalating to a climax. She wanted to finish off her opponent so she could resume watching her boss and lover in a rare MILF showdowns.
She that MILFs are instinctively wary of each other and rarely engage in direct combat. Today's opportunity was a rarity.
So Katara dug into Taylor's underboob with her thumbnails, and twisted until her opponent fell to her knees in agony. She then pinned Taylor down, and invited Jordyn to administer the face-sitting coup-de-grace.
Jordyn didn't need to be asked twice. She rode Taylor's face, kissing Katara, until Jordyn came. Then she did it a second time.
Jordyn didn't want Taylor to forget this day anytime soon.
There was a prom date--Taylor's boyfriend--she needed this coming Friday.
To be continued....
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Please, don't leave me hangin'
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I really want to hear how this one goes. The fight between The two moms and maybe even the two daughters end up fighting with the the bf watching. The best would be the two moms going at it with the daughters, the husband, the bf watching one of them end the debate of who the better woman is with all witnessing it. So many ways and scenarios possible in this one
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Don't worry sinclairfan. No matter what section of the forum they move you to I'll always be reading and eagerly awaiting every new installment. Your serial posts are most entertaining.
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In the other corner of the room, the two MILFs--Taylor's mom and Jordyn's mom--collapse to the floor, Brittany's efforts at last failing to prevent Taylor's mom from 'throwing' her over her hips. But Taylor's mom has not fully succeeded in pinning Brittany. Brittany knows a thing or two about grappling, and has her long legs outside of Taylor's moms'.
So Taylor's mom has the advatange from the waist up.
But Brittany has the advatage from the waist down.
The two women are in a dd facto stalemate. Katara recognizes their dilemma--if there was even one other neutral spectator in the room, Katara and that 3rd party would separate the teo MILF combatants, stand them up, and let them start Round 2.
But Katara is alone.
Well, not ..... quite .... alone. Jordyn is contuing to pleasure herself on the prone Taylor. Stupid Taylor--too proud to give, too weak to help herself. Katara wracks her memory ... and her conscience. Jordyn DID beat Taylor fair and square just now.
She did, right??
Didn't she??
DIDN'T SHE?????
Or, wait ...... no ..... no ...... It wasn't like that at all.
KATARA .... herself .... had kicked Taylor's ass. Jordyn was merely getting the spoils. And not altogether deserved. Katara was a .... full-grown woman. Taylorcwas just a ..... cocky bitch teenager.
To be continued...
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The two Queen MILFs, Brittany and Taylor's mom, were accustomed both in life and in catfights, to be on top, taunting and hurting a defeated bitch. Instead, after a brief battle, the two are locked in a catball stalemate. In frustration, they reach out for each others' pussies to start mauling. Brittany's pussy if of course soaking wet, from watching her daughter Jordyn ride Taylor's face (and thus presumably securing her prom-and-after-party date, Taylor's boyfriend gor this coming Friday).
But, Brittany briefly wonders, why is Taylor's mom's pussy soaked. She just witnessed her daughter Taylor getting her ass kicked. But, as Brittany is a master of the female psyche, she has an epiphany and stumbles on her answer.
> You fucking bitch. You're soaked because someone finally stood up to your bitch daughter.
> That's right you clueless cxnt. It will benefit her in the long term. She'll need to stand up to bullies at Princeton.
> Is that why you hired that goon Katara?
> Katara does many things for me, bitch. She can walk and chew gum at the same time.
> And beat up your own daughter?
> What's it to you? Do you love her more than your own daughter?
> [Taylor's mom has struck a chord.] I love Jordyn, don't you dare question that.
> YOU questioned me about TAYLOR.
> I'm tired of discussing this.
> Then let go. Let's stand up and fight.
> Fine by me.
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Although Taylor's mom was one in a multi-generational line of wealth and status, the opposite was true of Jordyn's mom Brittany. Brittany was the product of a nasty mid-1980s divorce as she was finishing high school, and she and her mom had downsized to a rough Tallahasse, FL neighborhood right as Brittany's high school graduation was concluding. The rental property Brittany had moved into was on a slight hill and was the neighborhood teen hangout spot for girls' touch football. To Brittany's amazement, the girls' makeshift team uniforms were shirts vs skins, the skins team incredibly playing topless.
When play would get ragged, or the "touch" part of touch football escalated to a push or a shove, and 2 girls took exception to each others' rough play -- or, just plain didn't like each other -- topless catfights would erupt on the slanted gridiron. Brittany would thrill to the sight of college-aged coeds slugging it out tooth and claw, foot and fists, half nude, battling like Roman gladiatrixes.
It made her masturbate in her bed at night.
Before long, as a neighborhood newcomer, neighborhood bullies decided to test Brittany's topless catfighting prowess. She knew it was inevitable that one of her fights would go the distance in front of her new female peers. She thrilled at the flesh on flesh sensation of her enemy's exposed breasts pressing on her own, as fists found nose, mouth, and chin.
The sensory overload was primal, like cavewomen fighting over a days' hunting scraps.
Today, she had witnessed her own daughter Jordyn fighting a horrid upper class bully, Taylor, using similar tactics.
Brittany swelled in pride at Jordyn's toughness.
Jordyn had all the strength of an upper class upbringing, yet none of the softness.
Today was already totally worth it.
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All 5 women were by now exhausted from a Sunday afternoon of catfighting. And Jordyn had a long, busy week ahead of her. It was prom week. And she had to get ready for her Friday night of pictures, dancing, after-partying, and fucking of Taylor's boyfriend.
What was the point of Jordyn driving to Taylor's house, confronting her over their shared man, and catfighting her in her own living room if she didn't have the energy to claim the spoils?
What was the point of riding Taylor's face if she couldn't ride Taylor's boyfriend's face in 5 days?
Katara walked over to the power-MILF catball on the other side of the living room and whispered in Brittany's ear, "Jordyn got everything she came here for. Get her home and cleaned up. And ready for Friday."
Brittany reluctantly released her scissor hold on Taylor's Mom. The bitch wasn't beat yet.
The next time she fought the bitch, she'd have to start from scratch hurting the cxnt.
Both women knew there would be a next time.
But not this week.
This was Prom Week on the Gold Coast.
To be continued.....
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Both Taylor and Jordyn were anxious to get HER OWN side of the Sunday afternoon brawls to Franklin. But neither wanted to appear being a try hard.
Part of being in Generation Z (Taylor and Jordyn were born in 2003) was to let your image speak for itself, but to feign forgetfulness about your accomplishments, so numerous and difficult to keep track of were they.
So, Taylor was proud that she had stood up to Jealous Jordyn showing up to her house unannounced to fight (in effect, to jump her), and needing to enlist Katara to "finish the job".
But she didn't dare brag about it to Franklin.
And Jordyn was proud of stealing Franklin from Taylor, 'borrowing' him for the upcoming prom, unknowingly (until Sunday) following in the footsteps of her mom Brittany, who had 'borrowed' Taylor's dad from Taylor's bitchy mom.
Jordyn was itching to 'consummate' her borrowing of Franklin this upcoming Friday night and Saturday morning. They'd fuck at the after-party.
Jordyn could hardly wait.
But she wasn't going to brag about it to Franklin.
So both teens were blase in texting to Franklin that week.
F> What up, Taylor? U still cool with me going Jordyn's prom Friday?
T> That corny square? Pfft. U gonna pin a corsage on her?
F> lol. U think she's a bookworm? Aren't u the Ivy Leaguer?
T> Hafta be well-rounded for the Ivy's. And have recommendations. Dweeb.
F> I hope her tits are well-rounded.
T> Eww, gross. Mine are better than hers.
F> U seen hers??
T> No comment.
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F> Looking forward to Friday, J.
J> Me too, F. I take it we're on a first letter basis? lol
F> Appears so. That ok?
J> Yes. My dad used to say 'call me anyhing but lare for dinner'. Too corny?
F> Ok, so this is weird. Taylor called you corny about an hour ago.
J> U WERE WITH HER????
F> No, no. Text. Y - everything ok between u2?
J> Sorry. Didn't mean to be jell-y. She just gets under my skin. Grrr.
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All week, Taylor and Jordyn mastutbated themselves to sleep, saying the sallme thing to themselves.
Taylor: I hate that bitch.
Jordyn: I hate that bitch.
To be conitinued......
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While Taylor and Taylor's mom sustained an icy silence between them that week, neither knowing how to bring up the long-time-coming thrashing Katara had laid on Taylor (Taylor couldn't help but wonder if this was the real reason Katara had recently been hired as her mom's assistant), Brittany and Jordyn, by contrast, had an awkward but open discussion of the events of Sunday afternoon.
B: I'm proud of you standing up to that bitch Taylor.
J: Thanks. And thanks for not interfering in the fight. Most mom's wouldn't have done that.
B: Thanks. I'm proud of that too--that you're so good at fighting. I had no idea. I wanted to protect you from fighting ... to protect you from what I did and saw when I grew up in Tallahassee.
J: You got into chickfights.
B: Yes. Lots. I didn't bring it up, because I didn't want to encourage it. I guess you learned on your own. I didn't know.
J: No one actually taught me. Just picked it up by watching, I guess. I felt like it came naturally, once I was in actual fights. Something just .... kicks in. Or at least with certain .... types of .... bitches.
B: Like Jordyn.
J: The funny thing is .... I didn't go over there to fight her. I assumed her parents would be home.
B: I'm not saying you're lying .... but .... women's intuition can make your body do funny things. I think uou sensed she was alone. A type of e.s.p.
J: Like .... when you slept with Taylor's dad? You sensed he had a bitch wifey?
B: Cute. Wifey. Be careful how you use that word, Jordyn. Someday YOU'LL be the wifey.
J: Maybe. But anyone I catch flirting with him will get my boot up her ass.
B: I'm very proud of you.
J: I know. And you set a good example.
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Jordyn and Brittany went to their own bedrooms, closed the door, and masturbated with vibrators.
To be continued......
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That Friday, Franklin stood up Jordyn at her prom. The reason he gave was that he had heard about the catfight between Jordyn and Taylor, and had heard (correctly....sort of) that Jordyn had initiated the trouble by driving to Taylor's house, uninvited, with Taylor home alone.
> Of course a catfight happened, Jordyn. WTF did you expect?!?
> But, Franklin .... No! No! TAYLOR started the fight. SHE wanted to fight ME.
> Jordyn ... 2 girls that look like you? Dating the same person? You're smarter than THAT. We both know it.
> Franklin??? What do you want??? I'll apologize to Taylor! I'll do ANYTHING. Don't stand me up! Please?!
> I'm sorry, Jordyn. It's over. Have fun in college. Have a nice life.
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In Sepember 2022, Jordyn's mom Brittany found out that Franklin's breakup excuse was a lie.
Katara and Taylor's Mom felt so bad at letting Katara and Jordyn beat up Taylor at Sunday's brawl that Katara and Taylor's Mom had done something devious Thursday afternoon before Prom.
They got in a Mercedes, naked except for boots and a fur coat each, and drove to Franklin's baseball practice.
They offered him a ride.
Franklin accepted. He had a crush on Taylor's Mom.
Taylor's Mom looked damn fine in the fur coat.
They didn't take Franklin home.
They took Franklin to Taylor's Mom's empty work spa.
They brought him to the massage room.
Franklin lay on his back.
Katara rubbed her tits on Franklin's face, inviting him to suck, or, if he wanted, to bite.
Franklin wanted to do both.
Taylor's Mom sucked Franklin's cock and balls as this was happening.
He came on her face. She let him see how her face looked with his cum.
Then Taylor's Mom and Katara switched positions, and made Franklin cum sgain.
Then they made him call Jordyn.
They listened to him break up with Jordyn.
"Goid boy, Franklin." They masturbated each other with Franklin watching.
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Brittany found out about the illicit 3some in September 2022.
From Taylor's Dad.
When he was hiding out from Hurricane Ian in Brittany's bed.
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Brittany called Jordyn at UCF, telling her the REAL reason Franklin dumped Jordyn.
> Thank you, Mom. But....
> Yes, baby?
> Can you kick the shit out of Taylor's Mom?
> For u, sweetie? Yes.
To be continued.....
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Taylor's childhood home had taken on water during Hurricane Ian, which in central Florida is an issue which must be tackled immediately, less black mold get a foothold and make the residence's air unbreathable for decades. Taylor's parents were of such status in Gulf Coast circles that they were able to secure a contractor (no doubt one whose skills were in desperate demand in badly-damaged Fort Myers), but they needed to vacate their home for three months while work proceeded.
Since Taylor's Dad was fucking Jordyn's Mom Brittany, he logically stayed with her--half his clothes, and all his toiletries, were in Brittany's bedroom anyways?
But where would Taylor's Mom stay?
Brittany reluctantly allowed Taylor's Mom to stay in Jordyn's room. On humantarian grounds. Because of the hurricane.
> Won't she and I always be bickering? .... or worse? Brittany had protested to Taylor's Dad.
> Don't worry. She works 120 hours a week. That's why she and I fell out of love.
Against her better judgment, Brittany allowed a bitch she had once catfought with for an entire Sunday afternoon into her house. And into her daughter's bedroom.
Taylor's Mom hated every minute in Jordyn's bed. It was humiliating being at the mercy of the woman who had stolen her husband. Accepting lodging and board from her. Eating the meals Brittany prepared. Peeing in a toilet Brittany cleaned.
Brittany cooked and cleaned. Was that why her husband loved her?
Or was it because Brittany fucked better than Taylor's Mom? Taylor's Mom could here her husband and Brittany fucking every night. She couldn't sleep. At first she tried to masturbate to the sound of it. But she found it to be a turnoff.
So she went thru Jordyn's drawers. Jordyn was away at the University of Florida. Taylor's Mom found Jordyn's Facebook Messanger id and password.
She logged into Jordyn's account and found her emails. Not too many--mostly between Jordyn and Brittany. All with Jordyn begging Brittany to kick the shit out ot Taylor's Mom.
> Those bitches, thought Taylor's Mom to herself.
The next morning, Taylor's Mom confronted Brittany with what she had learned about Jordyn. Both women were in bathrobes and hadn't had their morning coffee yet so they were crabby as fuck.
> I heard a rumor your little brat daughter wants you to kick my ass.
> [Holy shit, how does she know that?] I'm pretty sure half of Florida wants me to kick you ass, dearie. What's your point?
> Well? Why haven't you done it.?
> [The women stand up and are nose to nose.] You know damn well why, honey. I'm trying to make things work with your soon-to-be-ex. And he asked me to keep the peace.
> You do everything he tells you to, coward?
> Where his career is involved, yes. Having said that, if you're so brave, darlin', you're free to take the first swing.
> [Is this really gonna happen?? Right here?? Right now??] I need a place to live. While my house gets worked on. But once I'm ouuta here, your ass is grass, Brittany.
The two women brought their coffee to their bedrooms and masturbated their brains out.
To be continued.....
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Anytime Taylor's Mom and Brittany were alone together at Brittany's house, the two MILFs would stand up and get nose to nose with each other. They would bicker bitterly, searching for each others' weak spots, and hurl insults and threats back and forth. Their mouths would almost touch during these stadoffs, and Brittany wondered if Taylor's Mom would kiss Brittany.
Taylor's Mom was reminded of growing up in 1990s Alpharetta, Georgia, and well to do cul de sac was other ambitious, attractive girls her age. Confronting them, or being confronted, over boys or over school gossip (the latter, to her surprise, being more toxic and contentious than the former). The verbal confrontation seldom leading to actual violence. But then Taylor's Mom, aroused to near ecstatic heights at calling her rival a "bitch" or a "cxnt" or a "slut", quickly retreating to her bedroom, pulling down her pants and her soaked underwear, and masturbating herself to orgasm.
Orgasms she seldom achieved in actual sex with boys. She found little sexy at the feeling of a disappointing small and partially stiff cock moving around aimlessly outside the edge of her pussy. Boys always needed to be told how to do it right.
Orgasm only came from her own hands and fingers, pleasuring herself to a face to face argument with a bitch.
(Vibrators would come in college, at Vanderbilt. But those were almost TOO effective, causing Taylor's Mom to writhe uncontrollably. Losing control was not the preference of Taylor's Mom. Her boyfriends, and eventual husband, called her a control freak.)
When Taylor's Mom had Taylor and started taking her to the playground, she would find other stressed out Mom's and get in their face, if privacy allowed, and engage in nose to nose arguments.
Then go home and masturbate.
Taylor's Mom was surpised one day when a pretty, young playground Mom, right in the middle of bitching out Taylor's Mom, starting fingering the outside of her jeans right at her crotch. Taylor's Mom was tempted to do the same, but found it degrading. She waited until she was safely home to begin touching herself.
Now today, as Taylor's Mom and Brittany's faces were so close that their breath was being swapped into each others' mouths, Brittany was fingering herself at her waistline.
> Are you going to cum in front of me, slut?
> If I do, it will be from how hot your husband makes me, bitch.
> He's not here right now, sweetie. I am.
> Then I'm going back to bed, where the smell of his cum and sweat from this morning will make me orgasm, hun.
Taylor's Mom retreated to Jordyn's bed. She began fingering herself, but the sound of Brittany orgasming down the hall made her feel empty. .... incomplete.
Taylor's Mom walked down the hall and opened Brittany's bedroom door. Brittany was bottomless ..
and startled, but then stared back at Taylor's mom challengingly. Then she patted the bed, inviting Taylor's Mom to sit next to her.
Taylor sar, and the two women got nose to nose again.
> Brittany, when you startdd fucking my husband, did you know I was his wife?
> Not at first. But I did some internet stalking, and found you.
> And?
> And .... I hoped we would catfight.
> And then .... when we finally did??
> Thanks to our daughters?
> Well, yes, thanks to them.
> It was a vicious fight. Like I knew it would be. [Brittany's lips sre now touching Taylor's Mom's.]
> Their fight? Or ours?
> Well, I give the edge .... even tho WE're older, to you and me.
> Because?
> Because their fight had a winner .... my daughter .... but OURS didn't.
[Brittany reaches down under Taylor's Mom's pussy and brings her to orgasm.]
The two women kiss. No tongue at first, then deeply tonguing.
> I hate you, bitch.
> I hate you more.
> Prove it.
> How?
> By kicking the shit out of me someday, hun.
> Someday, sweetie. Someday. I promise.
To be continued....
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Taylor's Mom continued snooping in Jordyn Messanger App, obsessed with one question: when Jordyn drove to Taylor's house last spring on that fateful Sunday afternoon, had her intentions been genuinely peaceful? Or was she seeking a catfight?
Taylor's Mom thought back to weekend and summer nights in 1990s Alpharetta, "cruising" for girls she either had a beef with, or who were known to be in a posse of another girl with a beef. Sometimes the best fights weren't between the two original girls with the squabble, but between their best friends.
Sometimes the girls' cats would pull up to Winn-Dixie or Circle K. The girl would pile out of the cars, eyes peeled for cops. Fights wouldn't break out if a cop car was near. The two enemy girls would just go nose to nose, sometimes no speaking a word. Taylor's Mom loved confrontations like this--they got her hornier than a porn star. She'd have to masturbate when she got home from a confrontation like this. Or sometimes, in the car on the way back home, if she was alone in the back seat. She liked furtively masturbating in the backseat of a car of drunk girls.
1990s Alpharetta had a lot of drinking. Sometimes the most laid back good girls would get aggressive on vodka or tequila. You could bait them into a nose to nose standoff.
Did Jordyn get horny like that when she thought about confronting Taylor. She seemed to imply she did in her texts to Franklin.
Or was Taylor's Mom just imaging that?
Why not call Jordyn directly and just ask her?
Did you masturbate before getting in your Jeep to bait my daughter into a vicious catfight? Just curious.
To be continued....
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Taylor's Mom tossed and turned all night, craving to text or talk with Jordyn about her memories and feelings of how she arranged her catfight with Taylor. How she "made it happen".
She considered "cold texting" Jordyn, who was 2 hours away in Gainesville. But she feared getting blocked, which would cut off all future communication.
The next morning, both MILFs in pre-coffee bathrobes, Taylor's Mom got nose to nose with Brittany.
> Good moning, bitch.
> Good morning yourself, hag. You look like you slept like hell.
> I actually did, Brit. Had something on my mind. Or someONE.
> Oh? Who might that be? [Brit expected Taylor's Mom to say Brit, or possibly Taylor's Dad. Some more ribbing about the in-progress separation, leading to arousal and masturbation.]
> Jordyn. I've been thinking about Jordyn.
> [Brittany is taken a bit aback.] Excuse me?? WHAT .... about her could you possibly be wondering??
> I was wondering if you could ask her if I could call her.
> [Brittany's demeanor gets serious.] Ok, time out. Fucking seriously, time out. We should have come up with a safe word, cuz, I swear to fucking God, I'm calling our safe word here. YOU . . DO .... NOT .... under and circumstances .... contact Jordyn. Understand??
> Brittany, is it just me .... or did yiu and I watch her .... and MY daughter, I might add. .... fight nude??
> [Brittany gets in Taylor's Mom's face. The two are nose to nose.] We did. AND IT'S OVER. You... [pokes her finger in Taylor's Mom's tits] ... are NOT to talk with her. EVER. Got it.
> Or what?
> Or the self-control I've been showing is over. OVER. GOT IT????
> Bitch. [shoves Brittany away]
Taylor's Mom and Brittany retreat to their beds and masturbate, each forgetting their morning coffee.
Taylor text Jordyn.
> It's Taylor's Mom. You prolly heard by now .... I'm staying at your house. Hurricane Ian. Your bedroom, actually.
> Wtf? No, I didn't hear. Prove it.
> [That's odd Brittany didn't tell Jordyn by now. Taylor's Mom sends a selfie of herself in Jordyn's bed.] See?
> Well? What's ur point?
> I thought it was sexy the way you challenged Taylor. Did u know u and her would catfight?
> Yes. I knew. Well, u csn never know for sure. But I wanted to fight.
> That makes me wet. Hearing that.
> It makes me wet. Telling u.
> Are you free the video chat?
> Not now. Later.
> Ok. Let's do this soon.
> Soon.
> Don't tell ur Mom.
> I won't. U don't tell her either.
To be continued.....
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Taylor's Mom reflected on her argument with Brittany earlier this morning. "Floozie," she had been called. Where had she heard that word before?
She remembered now. In the 1990s, at a Saturday night Alpharetta sleepover, at 1:30am, the TV was still on--a black and white 1950s horror B-movie, 'Attack of the 50-foot woman.' A 40-something, but still attractive brunette, was losing her husband to a young-20s nubile blonde. To win him back, she took a scientific gtowth formula (hey, it was a B-movie), and the two rival women, as 50-foot giantesses, battled it out on the dusty desert streets.
Taylor's Mom, on that Alpharetta early Sunday morning, realized why she enjoyed her Circle-K nose-to-nose standoffs with rival bitches. With all of Alpharetta circled around them to witness the confrontation, Taylor's Mom felt 50-feet tall. She enjoyed the power .... the potential for power. The power to hit, to scratch, another girl. She might end up losing the fight .... but Taylor's Mom had the power to dish out a black eye, a fat lip, to tear out a tuft of hair. She loved having that power, even if she rarely inflicted it.
Taylor's Mom reflected back on those Alpharetta sleepovers. Such safety. Safety from what, though?
Well, for one, safety from the .... constant evaluation at Alpharetta schools. Evaluation on grades... AP Zoology, Honors English, Pre-Calculus. Non-stop pressure to get high grades, to participate in clubs (or, for the boys, in sports).
And looks. Always pressure to show your bustline, your legs, your hips. Your clothes, and the best makeup.
Nice hair, dying it if necessary.
Alpharetta sleepovers provided a respite from all that. If just for Saturday afternoon thru early Sunday. She was never happier than at those sleepovers.
When the 2 50-foot women were fighting, all the other girls at the sleepover were sleeping. Or pretending to be.
Taylor reached under her pajamas and masturbated to the movie fight.
She was pretty sure a couple other girls heard her cum.
To be continued...
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'The Attack of the 50 Foot Woman' ends, Taylor's Mom now recalled, with the 50-foot wife shot dead with a high-powered rifle, dropping her husband and killing him in the process. The Sherriff's Deputy feels both of their pulses, and more in sadness than judgment, dolefully declares, 'Well, she finally got Harry to herself.' .....[Roll credits]
Taylor's Mom thought that a generation of women had internalized the lessons:
> Stand up for yourself, yes. You'll stand as tall as a 50 foot woman.
> Resort to actual violence? No; the ending will be tragically counterproductive for both you and your man.
But Taylor's and Jordyn's generation had rejected this message .... or, more likely, had never heard it in yhe first place. They fought with claws and fists and nails, in private and in the open.
Taylor's Mom had seen Taylor on Instagram and Snapshot, instigating catfights involving friends or herself even.
Taylor's Mom was turned on by the spectacle of it all. Was Taylor turned on? Taylor's Mom had never asked.
But now she could ... and would .... ask Jordyn. Is being in a catfight a turnon? Does starting one make you cum?
To be continued.....
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In love where this is going. The build up and confrontation is so hot. People think kissing and fighting don't go together. But when there is real fighting lust, there is nothing hotter.
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The next morning, Taylor's Mom rolled out of Jordyn's bed, put on her bath robe, and went into the kitchen to get her morning coffee. She loved how her long, thick brunette hair looked first thing in the morning before showering. She hoped it made Brittany jealous. She hoped the two MILFs would have another nose to nose confrontation.
They did, but not in bathrobes this time. Brittany was fully dressed, in jeans and a halter top. Her dirty blonde hair was combed back and drying.
The two women approached and got in each others' face. Taylor's Mom spoke first.
> Up and at 'em , bitch?? Why such a go-getter? You normally have a lazy bruch. [The two women's mouths accidentally touched. Taylor's Mom felt herself moisten.]
> Publix is open regular hours again. We need to restock, stupid cxnt. I do MY OWN gorcery shopping.
> [Taylor's Mom was taken aback. She was reminded that Katara had left as part of the household budget cutting when Taylor's Dad left yhe household. Taylor's Mom was doubly stung. She missed Katara's assistance. But she missed Katara's companionship even more. Taylor's Mom wished, before Katara left, dhe could have received an ass-kicking from Katara. She always wondered that was like, but wanted it from someone she could trust. She could think of no witty rejoinder to Brittany's insult, so to counter the awkward silence, she pushed forward and kissed Brittany.]
> I didn't say you could kiss me, bitch.
> Don't as act like you didn't want it, sweetie.
> In fact .... I didn't, hun.
> Liar.
> Bitch.
> Swing at me.
> Someday.
> Now.
> Don't boss me. I'm leaving now.
Brittany left for the grocery store.
Taylor's Mom sat on the couch, opened her bathrobe, and masturbated.
She picked up her phone and called Jordyn. Jordyn accepted a video call.
> Can you talk?
> Briefly. I have a class. Not that I didn't expect it, but why are you showing me your pussy?
> Because I just bickered with your Mom and masturbated.
> You should have called before you finished. I coulda joined you.
> Would you have?
> Hell ya.
> Good to know.
To be continued......
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Since Taylor had stopped checking in from Princeton with Taylor's Mom, Taylor's Mom began tapping Jordyn about the state of post-pandemic academe, circa the 2022-23 academic year.
> Is hook-up culture still a thing?
> Less than you're probably thinking.
> Because of Covid?
> Because of a lot of things. The administration doesn't condone it as much as it used to. And there's way more girls than boys. The boys know they can be picky.
> You're mature for your age, Jordyn. Check that--you're mature for any age. That's a compliment, by the way.
> ......
> You're being quiet.
> I'm fingering myself.
> Show me.
> ..... It's hard to show you and still see your face.
> Why do you want to see my face?
> I want to see what it looks like when you cum.
> In the case.... point it where you can see my face. But .... help me cum.
> How? I'll do anything.
> Tell me what it felt like .... knowing you wanted to fight Taylor.
> Let me think .. let me think....
> Think .... but tell me the truth ...
> It was .... a lot of things ....
> But mostly???.....
> Well .... little bit of fear .... her athletic profile said she was 5'10" .... so I thought she had 3 inches on me .... plus, she was an athlete .....
> Did you .... almost reconsider?
> No .... I needed to fight her .... and not just a fight .... an actual catfight .....
> You needed it .... how?
> Needed it for my confidence .... and ....
> And? ...... [breathing heavily] ....
> And I needed it sexually. To catfight Taylor. I was masturbating to thoughts of fighting her constantly.
> Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.......
> Now I know what you look like when you cum.
> Did you like it?
> Yes. I want to see it more.
> You can.
To be continued....
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By Christmas Break 2022, Taylor's Mom's house had been repaired enough from Hurricane Ian for her to re-occupy it. Which she did in early December.
Her husband, Taylor's Dad, did not reoccupy his own house.
He stayed at Jordyn's house. He was fucking Brittany, Jordyn's mom.
Brittany and Taylor's dad waited for Taylor's mom to file for divorce.
And waited.
And waited.
For some reason, Taylor's mom wasn't filing for divorce.
Brittany had some theories about why a divorce filing wasn't happening.
> Taylor's dad's stock portfolio was way down in late 2022 from the bear market. If a settlement was reached now, Taylor's mom's alimony would be smaller.
> The Taylors' household, though habitable, was severely damaged from Hurricane Ian. It would receive a very low valuation from the Court upon settlement.
> Taylor's Mom did not want Taylor's Dad to wash his hands on the repairs to her residence. She wanted him to have "skin in the game" for repairs: finding contractors, getting zoning approvals, finding building materials.
> Taylor's Mom was interviewing for Board positions. A high profile divorce would foul up the interviewing process.
So Brittany and Taylor's Dad fucked extramaritally. Brittany was glad .... satisfied ..... fulfilled ... the she had finally stolen Taylor's Dad from Taylor's Mom.
Brittany got off from that alone. Her theft of a man.
Her theft of a man got her off.
And so did the fucking. The fucking she got from Talor's Dad was the best of her life. Better than her yiuthful fucking in her childhood neighborhoid of Tallahassee, from neighborhood boys who lusted after her as she dominated coed touch football games.
And had neighborhood catfights against girls her age in the cul de sac.
And passed on her catfighting jeans to her daughtor Jordyn.
Who had the balls to go to Taylor's house on a Sunday afternoon earlier in 2022, and challenge Taylor to a nude catfight.
Which Brittany got to watch.
She thought it was the best catfight she had ever seen.
Life was good.
What could go wrong?
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When Jordyn went on holiday break from UF-Gainesville, she had news for Brittany.
> I'll visit you for Christmas, Mom. But I'm not staying with you at night.
> [Recognizing Jordyn must have a lover] Oooooo, who's the lucky boy??
> It's not a boy. It's Taylor's Mom. I'm fucking Taylor's Mom.
> But ..... what could you possibly have in common with her????
> We both hate Taylor. We fuck to my telling her about my catfight with Taylor. Why I did it. How it felt before .... during .... after the catfight. It gets us off.
> I thought you wanted me to hurt Taylor's Mom.
> I did. But you didn't do it. And now I love her. I love ficking her. And we both hate Taylor.
> That's .... kinda weird, hun..... Isn't it??
> Weird or not ... it's what I need to do. I need to see where it goes. I still love you.
> I love you, too.
To be continued......
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Jordyn's Christmas Break from UF extended into January. At first, the sex with Taylor's Mom was frequent and intense enough to keep her satisfied.
But it was Taylor's Mom who needed something .... more .... deeper ..... meaningful. They tried cuddling. Then pillow talk.
> I'm glad you didn't put on the Freshman 15 at Gainesville.
> I didn't because I was missing YOU. It just took me till November to realize it.
> Awwww, that's sweet. [they kiss] Any other things you are just realizing now, upon reflection?
> That I haven't been in a fight since going to UF.
> Like, .... a catfight?
> A catfight, a barfight, a streetfight. Nada.
> Well, that's normal for college, right? There's no coeds duking it out all over campus? .... ARE there?
> Definintely not outside the sororities.
> So what's the problem, Jordyn?
> I don't want to lose my edge ... my ability to catfight ... this is the longest I've gone.
> I see what you're saying.....
> .....
> Wanna go to the Bucs-Cowboys playoff game this weekend and look for a catfight?
> Let's. U got Bucs gear?
> Sure do.
To be continued.....
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The Saturday afternoon before the Monday Night Tampa-Dallas NFL playoff game, Taylor's Mom and Jordyn huddled as to how they would find an appropriate catfight opponent for Jordyn.
There was a puncher's chance, pun intended, that at the local sports bar, there would be women Dallas fans in their Dallas gear that Jordyn could stir shit with, wearing her #12 Tom Brady Bucs gear. The Gulf Coast was a popular January destination for Cowboys Nation fans needing relief from winter cold. (Plus, as a bonus, Brady was hated outside of Tampa-- wearing his shirt was like baiting a bear.)
But the more promising outcome was a local, decking herself out in Cowboys gear, taking advantage of her favorite team being in her hometown, seeking to put an end to the Bucs' season.
Taylor's Mom and Jordyn masturbated to roleplay of Jordyn approaching a sexy Cowboys fan in a bar.
Or even better, approaching her man and making the Cowboys fan-ette/groupie girl jealous and protective. And territorial.
Territorial enough to "take it outside" with Jordyn.
Jordyn had fantasized about barfights her whole life.
This afternoon, she might get to be in one.
To be continued....
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Taylor's Mom was envious at the ease with which Jordyn navigated a busy sports bar, mingling seamlessly with male and female, old and young, groups and singletons. Taylor's Mom had never been single for long enough periods to learn the sports bar scene. Incredibly, she was less experienced at it than her young lover.
Jordyn was trying to spark a flirtation with a men at the bar accmpanied by a female partner. She was getting false reads on men--many of those who she approached were single .... or worse, not straight. Taylor's Mom regretted the Lost World of the 1990s where men were men .... or pretended to be in social situations. Just so everyone knew how to act.
Jordyn was a more natural fit to the new jungle of gender and sexual fluidity. Taylor's Mom couldn't even remember now--between her and Jordyn, who HAD made the first move? Who had initiated sex between them?
Who liked who more? In Taylor's Mom's worold, whoever liked the other partner the less had the power, "wore the pants", in the relationship.
Who wears the pants between Jordyn and me?, Taylor's Mom wondered to herself.
What if it's her? A girl my daughter's age.
Is that possible?
I want to see her fight today sssooo bad. I hope one of the bitches in here challenges her.
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As Taylor's Mom watched Jordyn navigate the sports bar, effortlessly striking up conversations with men and women, she relected back to her own days at Law Sch
ool in New England in the 1990s, and classmates of hers who would have informal, or sometimes even formal, Sugar Daddy relationships with older wealthy men to pay their Law School bills.
Taylor's Mom never understood the attraction at the time, but now here she was in her own middle age dating a 19-year old, and enjoying the youthful vigor it brought to her life.
And to her bedroom.
Taylor's Mom enjoyed kissing Jordyn for hours every afternoon, starting as they would clean up their lunch plates, then moving to the couch in the living room. On weekdays, Taylor's Mom's laptop would ping-ping-ping with new messages from work, but she would find herself unable to pull herself away from her tongue-kissing with Jordyn. Taylor's Mom's remembered how some--not all, but some--of her Law School classmates would describe how their Sugar Daddies didn't want a lot of sexual intercourse--they just wanted lots of kissing.
In a week, Jordyn would be going back to school in Gainesville. Taylor's Mom would miss the kissing on the couch with Jordyn. Hopefully they could resume their video sex on Zoom, and Taylor's Mom could masturbate while Jordyn talked to her about girls she wanted to catfight.
Taylor's Mom thought about her empty, hurricane-damged house sitting the the Gulf Keys. It was becoming a money pit, and was vulnerable to future storms. Taylor's Mom wondeted if she should sell it while the market was hot, and move to a condo downtown. She could go to Happy Hours and walk home. Maybe with men who wanted to fuck her, and women who wanted to fight her.
Did people still do that in 2023? Meet in bars and go home and fuck? Taylor's Mom's friends all seemed to talk about Match.com. Why not meet in person? Online seemed like so much work. Could you really get to know someone there?
Taylor's Mom didn't have the energy to be a workaholic anymore. Jordyn's Mom Brittany seemed to have more balance in her life.
Brittany had brazenly stolen Taylor's Mom's husband from her. Was it because she wasn't a workaholic? That she managed her own household? Is that what men wanted?
Was Brittany better in bed than Taylor's Mom? When Taylor's Mom was staying with Brittany and Taylor's Mom's husband, the two of them seemed to fuck in bed every night. But that was just because their relationship was new, right?? Right??
Taylor's Mom was super-horny right now.
She saw a young woman who seemed like a good fight matchup for Jordyn. The woman was wearing a Dak Prescott Number Four. Football fan.
Taylor's Mom smiled at the woman.
Taylor's Mom pointed out Jordyn to her. "See my friend over there with the Tom Brady shirt. If I pay you a thousand dollars, will you catfight her while I watch?".
"Make it three thousand, and I'll do it."
"Done."
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As Taylor's Mom drove Jordyn and the Dak Prescott fan she had hired hired to catfight Jordyn back off the mainland and onto her house on the Keys, she thought of when she herself had been a young woman and moved to Florida's Gulf Coast. She had joined and golf and tennis club, and had lunched with women old enough to remember Old Florida. Old Sarasota. Its 1940-1970 heyday.
The women talked about Lido Casino, off the shore on Lido Key. Built as part of the Works Progress Administration in 1938. Opened in 1940, with two ballrooms, volleyball courts, an Olympic-sized swimming pool .... with diving boards.
It was open 7 days a weeks. Growing up in Sarasota, tween and teen girls practically lived there.
Especially Saturday nights. Because that was catfight night.
Tourist from out of town would arrive on Sundays and depart on Fridays. Interstate travel back then was by car, not plane.
So on Saturdays, locals had Lido Casino all to themselves.
Locals would have Pilaroids taken in front of the famous oversized sea horses. Then go out on the beach in bathing suits.
And challenge each other to catfights. Sometimes there on the beach, or the gravel parking lots, or in the nearby woods.
The girls would catfight over boys. Over stautus. Over who was the better catfighter. Or to orgasm.
Because....birth control wasn't released until 1962. Being alone with a boy from school was too risky.... you might end up having to give up a baby to the nearby orphanage in St Petersburg.
So if you wanted to get off .... you'd catfight a girl you quarreled with at the Lido Casino.
Because those catfights were completely physical ..... hand in hair ... face on face .... and legs entwined together like mating snakes.
The women at the 1990s tennis club lunches would practically ooze desire with their memories of their pre-1962 catfights at the Lido, such was the impression they made on their blossoming bodies and psyche's.
Taylor's Mom would go home after those 1990s luncheons ... and stories .... and masturbate to the stories she had heard.
Would this catfight .... Jordyn vs this Barfly .... be as sexy as those stories? It had better be. She was paying $3,000 for it.
What was happening to her?
What was Jordyn doing to her?
> Are you two going to fight like hellcats?
> Yes.
> Hell, yes.
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As Jordyn and the hired sports bar girl let their hair down and got into underwear for their catfight, Taylor's Mom sat on the couch and began stroking her pussy. She thought of late 1990s conversations with local business women who grew up in the area, as far away as Bradenton or Apollo Beach.
An effective ice breaker with them was to bring up the late 1960s catfight nights at Lido Casino against girls from Osprey and Venice. One woman conglfessed to her that one Saturday night she had watched a local, glamorous Sarasota High girl win a catfight, then had asked that girl's friend for the Sarasota girl's phone number. She cold called her on a weekend and asked for her:
> I'm from Bradenton. I saw you win the catfight at Lido Saturday. I want to fight you like that.
> "Like that"?
> Hairpulling. Scratching. Pinching. But not at Lido. Privately. Alone.
> Are you pretty?
> Yes. Your friend Lucy saw me.
> I will. If you're pretty, let's fight.
The two had a 40-minute long private catfight the next Saturday. Both orgasm'd numerous times.
Taylor's Mom hoped this catfight with Jordyn and the stranger would last 40 minutes.
That would be $4,500 an hour.
Expensive fight.
She decided she would record it.
She got out her cell phone, but hid it where Jordyn and the girl couldn't see it.
The two girls came to the living room center, staring daggers at each other.
> You two look lovely. Don't fuck each other up TOO much. ..... Just a little.
> No promises.
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Jordyn and her hired opponent circled each other in Taylor's Mom's living room. They were both ready to begin--but having no knowldge of the other's fighting style and ability, were hesitant to make the first move.
They were also fighting with, and for, an audience....a one-person audience, but nevertheless an important one to each.
Jordyn wanted to impress Taylor's Mom to juice up their sex life.
The Dak Prescott groupie wanted to impress Taylor's Mom to get even more cash from her..... plus her first impression of Jordyn was that she was an arrogant bitch.
Taylor's Mom noted the contrast between the tense-but-awkward start of tonight's fight....to the one her 1990s business associate had described from the 1960s at Lido Casino ..... when a pretty Bradenton girl had challenged her to catfight.
She had scouted her opponent with her friend .... and confirmed the Bradenton girl's prettiness. She called her to make final arrangements for their fight.
> Hello? Is this the girl from Bradenton? You called me 2 nights ago.
> Yes. It's me. Thank you for calling. I was hoping you'd call back.
> Well, lucky you. I talked to my friend Lucy. I asked her if you're actually pretty.
> And? Did I pass?
> She said you're very pretty. Sorry for being so .... cautious.
> No need to explain. Girls who aren't pretty are always .... well, maybe not always .... they WANT to get into fights with pretty girls. Like you and me.
> Yes. It's annoying. I only fight pretty girls. Wearing pretty clothes. Is that how you like to fight?
> Yes. Like Sunday church clothes.
> I was thinking that too.
> Is there ..... room .... at your house to fight? I'm in Bradenton, my house is small.
> Yes. My parents go to Lido Casino for dinner next Saturday, at 6. I'll say I'm sick. We can fight 6:30 to 8:30. That's long enough to fight.
> Yes. Let's do it. Let's fight hard. Like you fought that girl at Lido Casino. Except in church clothes.
Taylor's Mom evied the organic antagonism between the 1960s Bradenton girls. She needed to make something organic between Jordyn and the bargirl. To break the ice on their fight. To make them less tentative.
> Hey, Jordyn. Want some motivation to kick this bitch's ass?
> Whatchya got??
> If you win ..... before you go back to school .... I'll finally catfight your mom Brittany. You can watch.
Jordyn looked at the Dak Prescott groupie and punched her on the jaw.
> Oh .... it .... is ..... on ..... BITCH.
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Jordyn and her hired opponent clutched each other by the biceps, and waltzed across the carpeted Florida slippery floor. In Florida, hardhood floor isn't a climaticolgical possibility. Even with the AC at the ready 24/7/365, the humid air would ruin any naturally produced wooden material. Even interior walls and ceilings expose no natural wood to the interior elements--wood studs are safely sealed behind plaster, and even crown molding is painted in multiple heavy coats.
As Taylor's Mom gets aroused witnessing the catfight unfilding before her, she reflects on the Florida upbringing of Jordyn and Jordyn's Mom Brittany. Both are natural catfighters, backing down before no woman of her height, weight, and socioeconomic class. Taylor's Mom reflects on the Sunday afternoon almost a year ago when Jordyn presented herself unannounced at Taylor's door to set boundaries on the boy they wrre mutually dating. And then Brittany, Jordyn's Mom arrived mid-catfight, and with Jordyn still mid-fight with Taylor, locked horns with Taylor's Mom just to demonstraze mother-daughter solidarity.
Taylor's Mom loved fighting Brittany, both women striking at each others' face and midsection even as they yanked hair and scratched flesh. Neither woman would ever truly defeat the other physically. Taylor's Mom measured herself as having atrained MILF status by going toe ti toe with Jordyn's Mom.
True, she had lost her husband to Brittany.
But who was reclining at table now, watching Jordyn catfight a barfly?
Not Brittany.
It was Taylor's Mom.
> I think I'll text the bitch.
Taylor's Mom gets out her cell and texts Jordyn's Mom.
> Watching your daughter catfight in my living room. Enjoying every second.
> cxnt.
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Taylor's Mom's text to Jordyn's Mom Brittany was impulsive .... in a thoughtless way. Brittany is now doubt in her car already, speeding over here to my place, reflects Taylor's Mom. But .... is she speeding over here to kick my ass? Or is she speeding over here to watch her daughter catfight another woman?
Taylor's Mom reflects on the 1967 Lido Casino catfight her business associate had arranged by phone as an 18-year old against a pretty girl from Bradenton, back before the population boom on the Suncoast. The girls' plans were to meet up at the house while their parents were at dinner at Lido Casino on Sunday evening. The mom of the girl who was hosting the fight, who would grow up to be Taylor's Mom's mentor in the 1990s, had her Women's Intuition kick in at her daughter's story of feeling ill .... hinting she was having her period.
The suspicious Mom left the Lido Casino dinner after having just one cocktail and drove home to check on her "sick" daughter. Just as she arrived in the driveway, the pretty Bradenton girl was getting out of her car. The protective Mom spoke:
> Why is a pretty girl like you out alone on a Sunday night? What if your car breaks down? ..... And why are you wearing a sleeveless croptop?? .... What are you here to do with my daughter???? .... Answer me, or I'll report you to your parents.
> [The Bradenton girl fears her parents finding out about her sneaking.] Ma'am .... your daughter offered to teach me how to catfight.
> [No wonder she lied to me.] Then, come in. I'm of a mind to see what she teaches you. And I have a lesson gor the two of you .... two women should never be alone when they fight .... especially two girls as pretty as you.
The girls are unable to fulfill their catfight alone. But they catfight with the host girl's Mom watching.
Taylor's Mom wonders if that's why she always enjoyed hearing about Taylor's fights. And now Jordyn's.
When Brittany arrives .... will she want to fight me? .... or watch Jordyn fight first?
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In 1969, two years after the Pretty Girl Catfight with the Bradenton girl, Taylor's Mom's future mentor was saddened to learn that Lido Casino, ground zero to her Gulf Coast childhood, was closing its doors. Whether it was for renovation or demolition was unknown at the time (it turned out to be for permanent demolition), but either way, the Dinner-and-Dancing Big Band vibe of Lido Casino was a thing of the past by 1969. Rock n Roll, folk music, and the early iterations of Pop were the music people listened to, not live Big Bands.
Something else was past its day by 1969 as well.
Girl Gang catfights no longer occured on the Gulf Coast. James Dean-style teen rebellion was out. Girls expressed their Girl Power by getting careers. With birth control (The Pill), they rebelled against their parents by sleeping with SEVERAL boys, not a "steady". Girls no longer engaged in catfights to get the alpha male as their "steady".
Taylor's Mom and her own Mom, who had witnessed her 1967 arranged catfight with the pretty Bradenton girl, drove thru the grounds of Lido Casino one ladttime before it was demolished.
> Show me where the girlfights happened.
> Mom?!?!? You knew about those??
> Yes, honey. ALL the Mom's did. You think we didn't notice the scratches on you girls?!?!?
> [Blushing] Mom?
> Yes honey?
> When the pretty Bradenton girl came to our house to fight me .... why did you say pretty women shouldn't fight alone? Without someone watching?
> Because ..... competition between pretty girls is .... primitive .... animalistic. If both of you are equal in fighting, you won't have the sense to let the fight end in a draw. You'll keep fighting untion one of you .... or both .... are ..... maimed. Never forget that, dear.
And .... she never did.
Especially while masturbating.
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When Taylor's Mom had her own daughter, who then became an athlete, and Taylor begab receiving invitations to travel sports camps, especially when she started "playing up", Taylor's Mom knew she had teach Taylor how to teach Taylor to defend herself, so as not to be bullied at the camps.
One day after school, Taylor's Mom was expressing her concern to another Mom for Taylor's safety when Taylor was preparing for an upcoming camp in Colorado Springs. That Mom said to Taylor's Mom, "Your daughter and mine are about the same size [True, thought Taylor's Mom] and looks [False, thought Taylor's Mom--Taylor is much sexier]. We could get them together after school to spar."
"You mean, like, to play fight? To see what it's like to be in a girlfight?"
"Well, more serious than that. Like, have them go at it until one is .... hurting the other one. Toughen up whichever one is softer [That will be YOUR daughter, thought Taylor's Mom]."
The two Mom's agreed not to tell the 2 daughters why they wete getting together one Early Release Day from school. They brought the girls together in the other girl's backyard, and broke the news to them. "The Colorado Springs camp has girls who attend military school, who've had hand-to-hand combat training. They have girls who are enrolled in private academies for discipline reasons. Those girls will trst you at camp. Show us you can defend yourselves in a catfight."
"Mom!!! ... we've BEEN in catfights," both girls protest.
[Taylor's been in catfights?!?!? How many???, wonders Taylor's Mom.] "Then show us your stuff. Now!!!!"
"Or what?"
"Or .... no camp."
The two girls tentatively face slap and grapple, neither able to bring each other to the ground. The two girls have never been close friends, but Taylor's Mom is surprised at how rapidly true animosity reveals itself, as the slaps turn to punches, and the grappling turns to vicious hairpulling.
"Fuck her up Taylor!!! Show her Mom you're the better woman," Taylor's Momis thinking. Instead she timidly says, "Go honey! Get on top!!"
Taylor scores the takdedown.
The other Mom pops up to show her daughter how to get into a guard when you're on the ground in a catfight. Taylor shoves the other Mom's hand off her shoulder, and commands, "Let her figure it out herself, bitch!"
"Did you just call me a bitch????" The other Mom slaps Taylor's face. "You fucking brat!"
Taylor's Mom sees read. She rushes to the other Mom. "You don't TOUCH my fucking daughter. EVER!!!!"
"Or what, slut???"
Taylor's Mom slaps the other Mom's face. They're in each others' hair and in a catball on the ground instantly.
The four women fight for 5 more minutes, with both Taylor and Taylor's Mom pinning their counterparts and face slapping them.
"Let's get the hell home, honey. I hate these bitches."
Taylor and Taylor's Mom drive home and climb in their own showers.
They masturbate as they think about how proud they are of each other.
Taylor's Dad asks at dinner, "You ready for camp, Taylor?"
"She damn well is," interjects Taylor's Mom.
Taylor's Mom masturbates all night.
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Brittany arrives in Capri shorts and and sleeveless vest-top. Taylor's Mom recalls how she enjoyed seeing Brittany's legs when she was staying with Brittany when hurricane damage was being repaired on her house.
Jordyn's and the Dak Prescott-fagirl's fight has gone to the floor, the two gladiatricies pausing to rest while still locked up. Jordyn is in control, but her opponent still has a least a little fight left in her. Taylor's Mom is glad she and Brittany will be able to watch a little bit of the fight together.
Brittany and Taylor's Mom sit together on the love seat, exchanging a tense smile, then holding hands.
> I was just recalling that a couple years ago, it must have been, Taylor and I fought a teammate of hers and another Mom.
> Sexy.
> I know..... it was. Did you and Jordyn ever fight like that? .... as a team?
> No. Growing up in Tallahassee, I had some bad fight experiences .... streetfights, not catfights like this .... I tried to keep her away from it. She found fighting herself .... self-taught.
> Taylor was self-taught, too. I was just .... making sire .... when I arranged the fight with the other Mom. Things just got .... out of hand.
> That can happen ..... with arranged catfights. Where did you find THIS girl [nodding at the Dak Prescott fangirl]?
> I'm .... um .... paying her.
> I won't ask you how much--your husband will freak. She's putting up a decent fight ... for a girl getting paid.
> [Taylor's Mom and Brittany look in each others' eyes. They're horny from the sight of Jordyn fighting.] I miss you.... Brittany.
> I'm not gonna say it back, if that's what you're wondering. [Pregnant pause.] But we can hate-kiss if you want.
> That's my favorite kind of kissing.
> Good. Mine too.
Taylor's Mom and Brittany angrily face each other of the love seat and cram their tongues into each others' mouths.
> I fucking hate you, bitch.
> Prove it.
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Taylor's Mom enjoyed the rough kisses she was receiving from Jodyn's Mom Brittany. It had been awhile since she found mouth kissing to be erotic.
It brought her back to her college years, driving down Gulf of Mexico Drive, which connects the area's barrier islands to each other like a string of pearls. Cruising with her friends, making out in the backseat to Madonna music ... or was it Britney Spears? Getting kissed hard and deep. Who knew she was giving that up by getting married and having Taylor? Was that the reason she resented Taylor?
Taylor's Mom pictured her mentor's family, including her mentor's daughter, taking Gulf of Mexico Drive to Lido Casino during its 1960s heyday. The daughter wondering what area girl she might get into a catfight with at the young adult hangout nook at the Casino. And then arranging with the pretty Bradenton girl a private house fight, dressed in expensive clothes.
About a year ago now, Jordyn had driven down Gulf of Mexico Drive to confront Taylor about her upcoming prom date, as friends, wuth Taylor's boyfriend. Jordyn MUST have known that her girl-talk with Taylor wouldn't remain civil. Did Jordyn get wet that Sunday afternoon anticipating a fight with Taylor?
Taylor's Mom and Brittany continue to hate kiss, hissing insults between kisses.
> You're a washed up old hag.
> You're Tallahassee Trailer Trash.
> .....who got picked over you by your husband.
> When your whore blow jobs get old, he'll come back to me.
> Dream on. You'll be even older by then.
The two MILFs bickering has attracted Jordyn's attention from her catfight on the floor.
> Do it, Mom. Kick her ass. Now's your chance.
> I'm thinking about it, babe.
> Just di it, Mom.
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As Taylor's Mom continued to tongue duel on the couch with Brittany, she thought back to an alcohol-enhanced late-1990s bachlorette party the summer she and her girlfriends were all getting married. The girls had rented a limo and were cruising down Gulf of Mexico Avenue.
As the night grew long, backseat giggling and tight contact in the limo turned to pretend, then increasingly real, girl kissing.
Taylor's Mom found that bridesmaids-to-be whom she liked would kiss her gently on the lips.
But that bridesmaids-to-be whom she didn't know as well would force their tongues into her own mouth.
It was counterintuitive to Taylor's bi-not-curious Mom, but she found that latter kisses, the impersonal, rough ones, to be more erotic. They weren't kisses to express feeling of sisterhood or mutual friendship.
No; they were kisses to express jealousy, competition, contempt. Everything that was non-cooperstive about female interaction in business, in society, on the exclusive Keys.
They expressed, wordlessly but eloquently: There's only room for you OR me in this limo.
And I'm not going anywhere.
Males, in nature, marked their territory by lifting their leg, or chest beating, or loud noises.
Women didn't have a dignified way to warn off a rival. Or even to size one up. So they did it in degrading, undignified ways. Like rough mouth kissing with a potential enemy.
That's what Brittany was doing to Taylor's Mom now.
Taylor's Mom fought back by returning Brittany's angry kisses.
Both women could hear the other's arousal. Both were unable to back down.
Not with Jordyn sitting 5 feet away.
Both wanted Jordyn's approval.
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Taylor's Mom wanted Jordyn to see that she wasn't afraid to catfight Brittany, that she hadn't invited Brittany over to make out with her. So Taylor's Mom began grabbing chunks of Brittany's hair, which Taylor's Mom was surprised to find was moist with sweat and oil.
Brittany didn't hesitate more than a few seconds to switch from hate kissing to hairpulling.
> So, we're really gonna do this, bitch?
> You know we both want it.
> I should warn you that my daughter wants it, too. She's been baiting me to kick your ass for months.
> Then why haven't you, slut? You knew where to find me.
> Because I pitied you, tramp. Losing your house, losing your husband.
> Losing HIM was a blessing, cxnt. Good luck keeping him dressed and fed.
The two women's fingernails are scratching skin in each others' scalps.
And Jordyn is watching every minute of it, grinding her hips into the Dak Prescott fangirls thighs.
"Slap her, Mom. Slap her face."
Taylor's Mom and Brittany exchange slaps to the face, first with open, then closed hands. Both have red marks covering their faces within the first 6 hits.
Taylor's Mom thinks back to a 1990s late-night drive down Gulf of Mexico Ave., where the car pulled over so that two of the girls in the backseat in a dispute could get out and catfight. The fight lasted less than a minute, but Taylor's Mom remembered the winning girl sitting next to her in the carseat, over 8 distinch scratches on her face.
> Are you ok?? You're scratched everwhere!!
> It was woth it. Did you see how I fucked up her nose and lips!! Best feeling ever.
If that's what two girls could do to each other in 60 seconds .... what will Brittany and I do to each other in the next 10 minutes, wondered Taylor's Mom.
And.....
Will it be the 'best feeling ever'??
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Taylor's Mom recalls how muggy and humid it was that 1998 night when she was in the backseat, speeding down Gulf of Mexico Ave., sitting next to a girl who had just won a brief but violent roadside catfight.
The catfighter showed Taylor's Mom her fingernails. "Holy shit," exclaimed Taylor's Mom. "You've got hairs of hers coming out of all 10 fingernails. Even the thumbs. What were you two doing to each other?!?".
"What do you think we were doing, girl?!? We were catfighting!, that's what the fuck we were doing..... Look!! I broke skin in her! This blood isn't mine ..... it's hers!".
"It's yours, too, though .... Look, you're cut right here. I have bandaids in my purse, .... here, I'll put it on."
This remark grabs the attention of the girl in the front seat. "Don't get any blood on the backseat, Ladies!!! Those seats aren't leather!! It won't wipe off. My parents will freak!!!".
Taylor's Mom gets aroused as she applies amateur first aid to the wounded catfighter. She smells of sweat .... and is that pee she smells? Do girls pee when they're losing a catfight?, Taylor's Mom wonders to herself.
The two girls who were fighting over a guy now have their sweat, blood, and other bodily fluids coating each others flesh, hair, and clothes. Taylor's Mom finds this ironic .... and erotic. And sexy.
If the winning girl needs this much first aid and assistance, what must be going on right now in the car that the losing girl is in? How badly must she be scratched up?
What would have happened if the fight had gone 2 minutes?
5 minutes? 10 minutes?
Taylor's Mom kisses the spot where she put the bandaid on the winning catfighter.
> I liked that. My cheek hurts. Kiss me there.
Taylor's Mom accidentally/on-purpose "misses" the wounded catfighter's cheek .... and instead kisses her on the mouth. The catfighter smiles and blushes.
> I'm glad you won the fight, Taylor's Mom tells her.
> Thank you. I'm glad I did too.
Taylor's Mom cradles the wounded catfighters head in her lap.
The wounded girls hair is tangles and sweaty. And it sort of smells like a .... restroom. (Maybe the Gulf is at low tide right now.)
Taylor's Mom has never smelled a less sexy her whole life. And yet, .... she's never been more aroused. It's the most erotic feeling in her life, to be caressing the winning catfighter's hair.
> Your boyfriend will be happy you won the catfight. .... He's lucky.
> He better treat me like he is.
> If I was him .... I'd fo anything for you. Sexually.
> I know you would.
Taylor's Mom goes home and showers. She wants to climb into her bed and masturbate.
She doesn't make it there.
She sits down on the shower floor and masturbates.
> Great. Now I need another shower.
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Taylor's Mom secured Brittany's head between both of her hands, and attempted to roll her off the couch they were sitting on and onto the floor. Brittany, however, was ready for the kissing the two MILFs had been engaging in to stop, and rolled into the torquing motion being forced onto her by her rival, and ended up on top on the carpet. She almost immediately moved to secre a pin onto Taylor's Mom, but was scissored into a guard-like hold by Taylor's Mom's strong legs. Brittany was on top on the floor, but regretted her position, as she had very little freedom of movement, and she was unable to breathe in full gasps of air.
Taylor's Mom, similarly, had reason to regret taking Brittany down onto the floor. First, Brittany full weight was on her hips, leaving her few options to either roll to either side or to sit up. And second, while her leg lock on Brittany was controlling her opponent, her legs were starting to cramp from the strain of squeezing Brittany as hard as she was. She knew she could only hold this position for a few more minutes, after which her legs would start to involuntarily realease an angered Brittany.
She was rescued from her dilemma by the spectating Jordyn.
"Ewwww. Boring, Mom. Do something to her," the laconic Gen Z'er commented. When Taylor's Mom was that age, the site of two attractive women locked on the ground would have been sufficient entertainment to supply six months of fantasies. But Jordyn's standards were stratospherically more demanding. She came to see Taylor's Mom defeated, and it didn't seem to be happening.
Taylor's Mom, ever the opportunist, seized the occassion to get out of the pin she was in. She looked at Jordyn.
> You want a show, sweetie?
> It only seems fair. You got a long one from me. [Was Jordyn referring to the earlier catfight with the Dak Prescott fangirl? Or her several weeks' relationship with Taylor's Mom? Or both?]
> Then, hun .... tell your Mom to let me up. She and I can then go toe to toe .... no hairpulling or grabbing, just fists .... until one of us drops.
> [Jordyn considered the possibility in her mind....] Just one knockdown?
> Fine. Best two of three ...... [Taylor's Mom's legs were cramping bad. She needed to 'sell' her idea quickly.] Picture the bruises we'll have on our faces .... I know you'll like that.
> [Taylor's Mom has successfully appealed to Jordyn.]
> Do it, Mom. Get up and bare-knuckle fight this bitch.
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Growing up in Tallahassee, fighting a neighborhood girl alone, or in front of a VERY small audience, had been Brittany's preferred fight "setting". Because the larger the audience got, the more demanding the audience was--the more entitled it felt--about the fight tactics. If the fight was even semi-equal (anything other than a proverbial first-round KO), and both girls fell to the ground in a hairpulling catball, the inevitable "stand them up"/"fight fair"/hairpulling is for pussies" catcalls would emanate from the crowd, and some obnoxious neighborhood boy would inevitably physically intervene, separate the combatants physically, and force them to finsh the fight standing up, barefisted, 1890s Sullivan-Corbett style.
Which Brittany dreaded.
Because she knew first hand, both as receiver and giver, the punishment a woman's bare knuckles could inflict on another's face. The hard, sharp knuckles would serve double duty, as a mallet and as a drill, both inflicting a hard pounding force on her enemy's cheek- and jaw-bones, and also slicing the thin supple flesh of the opponent's face.
Brittany knew that when goaded into a standup fistfight with a capable rival, even if she emerged victorious, her face would carry "momentos" of it for days and even weeks.
And, now, today, her own daughter Jordyn had played the part of the neighborhood know-it-all instigator boys. She had forced Brittany to fight Taylor's Mom standing up.
Brittany was careful to repress her anxiety and fear at the imminent battle and its outcome into the pit of her belly. Although her gut was busy tying itself into knots, she kept a poker face, displaying nothong but contempt for her rival MILF, the soon-to-be-ex of her new boyfriend.
Did Taylor Mom's know what a stand-up womanly fightfight entailed?, wondered Brittany.
Brittany got her answer. She didn't like it.
As Taylor's Mom rose to her feet to face her opponent, she unbuttoned her ruffled blouse and stripped down to her lace bra. "Let's do this in bras, Brit. So we don't get blood on our tops."
Jordyn was aroused to a state of frenzied anticipation.."Yes, Mom, she's right. Don't bring that bitch's blood home on your shirt!"
Brittany also removed her top. Her own bra was silk and, in she hoped, provided more support during a long standup was. When Brittany fought with fists in Tallahassee, she would retreat home to undress and find the bra witlres had left creases in her chest.
"Battle scars," she would console herself saying. "If the other girl had punched me there, she coulda broken skin."
Although in catball groundfighting, women had no reservations about targetting boobs, the same was not true or customary in standup fistfights.
All energy and effort was directed at the face.
Taylor's Mom and Brittany, in their bras, approached each other.
"Fuck her up, Mom."
Their glares communicated pure hated.
To be continued.....
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Taylor's Mom, as well, was attempting to mask her apprehension about the imminent battle, ..... and its brutal tactics.
In the final year of her marriage, as her husband was consummating his flirtation with Brittany, Taylor's Mom was able to afford a full-time Albanian personal assistant, the alluring Katara. Katara had professional bodyguard skills, and trained Taylor's Mom in the fundamentals of personal self-defense. Including showing Taylor's Mom how to form a fist .... and how to throw a punch.
Taylor's Mom and Katara had sparred a couple of times with bare fists. Even in those brief sparring sessions, Taylor's Mom and Katara had bruised each others' faces noticably, with Taylor's Mom eliciting questions at work as many as three days later at work about the shiners on her face. Her coworkers knew Taylor played lacrosse, so Taylor's Mom lied and said that she had received an errant lacrosse ball from her daughter.
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As Taylor's Mom and Brittany began punching each other in the face from close quarters, the living room reverberated with a sickening bone-on-bone snapping sound, as each punch found cheek- and jaw-bone on each MILFs face. Each woman was torn with conserving energy for the best-2-of-3-falls contest into which they had been lured, versus the desire to not be on the wrong end of a 40%/60% divvying up in punches thrown.
So, the fight had more movement than either ideally wanted.
And more chaos.
And more violence.
The violence of the bareknuckles fistfight manifested itself first on each MILF's thick wavy hair. What had started as well-groomed structures on each beautiful face was now mangled brillo pads dangling and covering first zheir foreheads, then their eyes.
And in Brittany's case, her long, blonde curls were covering her nose and getting into her mouth, interfering with her breathing.
And yet both women showed no sign of giving .... or receiving .... mercy.
Jordyn, and the Dak Prescott fangirl, were transfixed at the sight of a fistfight the likes of which they had never witnessed. They wrre caressing each others' breasts, getting more aroused by the minute. They wanted to kiss each other, but didn't want to miss a single second of the brawl.
> Kick her ass, Mom.
To be continued.....
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Taylor's Mom, whose name was also Taylor, was named for the 1960s-1970s historical fiction author Taylor Caldwell. Taylor Caldwell, contrary to many readers' first impression was a female writer. She was steeped in the Classics, especially ancient Rome.
Taylor's Mom's Mom, who was not named Taylor (she was named Rose, for St Rose of Lima), read Taylor's Caldwell's book 'Pillar of Iron', a book about Cicero. The book had illustrations, probably not sanctioned by Taylor Caldwell, including two female gladatrices fighting with weapons in the Roman Colosseum.
When Taylor's Mom was cleaning out her own Mom's place, when her Mom needed to be put into a nursing home, saw the illustrations, on color plates, of the attractive Roman fighting, presumably to the death.
Taylor's Mom was transfixed .... and transformed. She immediately thought of the girlfights at Lido Casino. The Lido Casine fights weren't to bilogical death ... but they were to scial death. Losing of those fights was mortifying.
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Taylor's Mom reflected that she had been holding back on Brittany for the past 18 months:
> Holding back on Brittany when Brittany began sleeping with Taylor's Dad,
> Holding back on Brittany that day Taylor's Mom and Brittany walked in on Jordyn and Taylor fighting over their common prom date,
> Holding back of Brittany when Taylor's Mom's house was repaired from hurricane leak damage and she stayed at Brittany's, and
> Holding back on Brittany here today, with Jordyn watching the 2 MILFs fight.
Taylor's Mom decided it was time to stop holding back Brittany had been practically asking for what Taylor's Mom had long wanted to do to her.
With Brittany pinning Taylor's Mom, Taylor's Mom reached up and scratched Brittany in the face. Taylor's Mom's fingers made long raking motions from Brittany's forehead to her jawline. Taylor's Mom then clutched Brittany's cheeks, and kneaded the flesh in her hands, leaving windburn-like bruises on Brittany's face.
Brittany's released her grip on Taylor's Mom's hair and clenched Taylor's breasts and made long raking motions in circular twirls, twisting and pulling as hard as unevenly she could.
Jordyn, watching the gloves finally come off in the MILF catfight, felt long waves of release erupting from her entire midsection. She mounted the face of the Dak Prescott fangirl, and positioned her erect clit to be directly in the mouth of her willing partner. Jordyn felt her partner's catfight partner tongue covering her clit, and felt cum being ejected into her partner's mouth. The orgasms became uncountable and began to feel endless.
Brittany, too, was cumming from being in a dominant position in a pin.
And Taylor's Mom came from the release of damaging Brittany's face, a face she now realized had been tormenting her for 18 months.
Jordyn's orgasms subsided first, but dhe still craved contact, and mounted and kissed her football fan partner, who willingly returned Jordyn's kisses with an open mouth.
Brittany and Taylor's Mom inspected the extensive damage they had done to each others' flesh, and the release it had provided them Brittany lay more gently and began kissing her rival gently on the both. Taylor's Mom did not resist her kisses.
The 4 women kissed for another hour.
To be continued.....
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Taylor's Mom had it worst in the 2 weeks after the 4-woman Saturday afternoon catfight. As expected, Jordyn broke up with Taylor's Mom and returned to UF for partying and studying, apparently unimpacted by her monrh-long affair with the Gulf Coast MILF.
That's what hurt Taylor's Mom the worst. She had been jilted twice in a year (first by her longtime husband, and then by her younger protegee), and neither sermed to miss the confident MILF.
Jordyn's Mom, Brittany, was hurt by Jordyn's happy-go-lucky retutn to school as well. Brittany had always asdumed that when the gloves finally came off between her and Taylor's Mom, that she, Brittany, would wreak a horrible vengeance on her rival, Taylor's Mom. But instead, their fight had been an inconclusive draw, or at best a split decision in Brittany's favor. Brittany's face still showed signs of a fierce battle two weeks later, and Jordyn hadn't thanked her mother for a long-requested beating being put on her own rival's Mom.
Was Jordyn not expressing gratitude because she was disappointed in Brittany's fight performance?
Or was Jordyn just a stereotypical ungrateful daughter ('sharper than a serpent's tooth,' as King Lear lamented)?
Either possibility was too painful for Brittany to contemplate.
So she staeted drinking her sorrows away. A bad habit from her Tallahassee youth.
Because drinking just made Brittany sadder.
And it just made her horny as fuck.
So she's turn on her Facebook, go go YouTube, and watch girlfights. Girls her daughter's age fighting each other in parking lots and school hallways and parks.
And masturbating to it for hours at a time.
Until she passed out.
And then had wet dreams of Jordyn's fight with Taylor.
What a vicious fight that was.
It was heaven.
To be continued.....
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Back in Gainesville, Jordyn bemoaned her decision to party for two years at UF before applying to the Ivy's. To start with, the rigorousness of UF, while strong, was not as deep as what Ivy League freshman survey courses covered. Especially if you were not in the Honors College, which Jordyn had missed the deadlines to apply for. Secondly, college housing was all about connections, and Jordyn as a junior would be lagging behind her peers in the regard. Thirdly, the partying scene at UF had still not recovered from the pandemic. The low male-female ratio played to the males' advantage--and they full well knew it and leveraged it; and vaping was everyone's idea of a fun time, not drinking. The parties were candidly nothing special.
So Jordyn felt jealous of Taylor getting a head start on her at Princeton.
Jordyn's suitemates noticed, both by visual eavesdropping and by her search history, Jordyn cyberstalking Taylor's accounts and citations. They did an intervention one night as a group.
> Jordyn, a group of us were talking, and ..... we just wanted some info--who's this Taylor chick up a Princeton you .... follow?
> Yeah ..... is she like an ex? A crush?
> Definitely NOT a crush.
> Ok, cool.
> Who IS she then?
> She's 2 things to me. Hear me out before you judge.
> Promise. No judging.
> First .... the same boy each took us to our senior prom. Different proms, different schools .... but the same boy.
> Oo. That's rough.
> Ya, ouch.
> Two. Her mom came on to me. She made me have video phone sex with me.
> Did you .... feel threatened?
> No. Just embarrassed. And foolish.
> Jordyn, she had no right to make you feel that way.
> Do you need us .... to help you report her?
> Report her to who?
> Well ... your parents to start .... if you're comfortable.
> I'm not. Please don't tell anyone.
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Jordyn realizes her plan to spend 2 years in Gainesville and then transfer to Princeton or Yale had a glaring hole in it: the finances. And not so much the tuition and fees, but the travel and housing. Housing costs in desirable areas, such as college towns (Princeton, NJ; New Haven, CT; even Ithaca NY) have skyrocketed during the pandemic, and Jordyn has not established a "base of operations" or a network of housemates in any of those areas. She can't afford to move to those areas, nor to stay there for two years.
She briefly considers just finishing her 4 years in Gainesville, and doing an Ivy for her Masters. But she can't stand the thought of the juxtaposition of:
Taylor, Princeton '25
Jordyn, Florida '25.
She needs to take a stab at an Ivy. By getting a lump sum settlement. From Taylor's Mom.
First, Jordyn calls her Mom Brittany. To explain her plan to her. And to ask her for a good lawyer.
> Mom. I have an important question for you. Can we talk? [Jordyn and Brittany realize it's been years since they've had an actual phone call. Texting has taken over everything.]
> Oh, hey babe, I miss you. You've been distant since .... well since the day you watched me fight Taylor's Mom. You weren't .... disappointed .... on how I did that day, were you?
> Oh, Mom, I'm sorry. No, no, no, don't even think that way. That fight was so .... raw .... so real ... I loved it. I'm sorry, I got so into school .... school here, and applying for grad school .... Mom, I lost track of time .... [Brittany muffles her choking up at her daughter's pride in her fighting effort] .... but Mom that's actually why I'm calling. Mom, I'm thinking about suing Taylor's Mom. To pay for grad school.
> For her .... assaulting me?? [Brittany is intrigued by the idea of suing .... but doesn't want to be portrayed in public .... or to Taylor's Mom's ex-husband] ... as being a victim of Taylor's Mom's aggression.
> No, Mom .... for her pressuring me to have sex with her.
> [A long pause....] Jordyn .... DID she pressure you .... to have sex with her? You were .... only alone with her during break, right? I don't understand when .... you and her had sex.
> [Jordyn rolls her eyes .... this is gonna be a long conversation .... good zhing we're not texting] Ok, Mom,..... are we talking about In Real Life [texting's 'IRL' handles this concept better] .... or are we talking The Lawsuit?
> Well, both .... it's just .... baby, I care about you .... was Taylor's Mom ever ..... 'inappropriate' with you??? Baby, I need to know.
> [Jordyn has a pinge of regret of not creating the 'inappropriate' angle before arranging for Brittany to fight Taylor's Mom .... maybe their fight would have been EVEN MORE intense.] Ok, Mom .... I was in control of the situation the whole time. How do I say this?--I was playing HER .... she never played ME .... ok? BBBUUUTTTTTT ..... because of our age difference.... that's not how it'll look to a jury.
> [Brittany feels a touch of pride at her daughter's maturity .... and deviousness ..... when did Jordyn get so .... mature??? Where did the time go?????] Ok, babe .... but .... if this goes public .... Taylor's Mom has been a pillar of the community for so long .... the local news channel will be all over the story.....
> [Interrupts her Mom] Wwwwwaaayyyy ahead of ya, Mom. Taylor's Mom will do ANYTHING to keep this of the news .... She'll settle sssooo fast.
> Jordyn ..... how much of a settlement are you thinking? Taylor's Mom's house had terrible hurricane damage .... and the divorce set her back....
> [Interrupts again....] I 500k for housing for 2 years of undergrad and then 4 years of grad school. The lawyer will take a third, so I need a 750k settlement. If we sue for a million, she might see that as a bargain.
> [Brittany feels badly that at 20 years old, Jordyn thinks with such calculating coolness .... and so cynically.] Let me ask around for a lawyer, babe.
> I need to move fast, mom. I'm not applying for these schools .... and asking for recommendations .... if this isn't gonna happen.
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One week later: a storefront attorney's office in Tampa.
Brittany waits in the lobby while Jordyn is interviewed by a young, blonde attorney names Wendy, and her paralegal. Wendy is taking notes on a legal pad.
Wendy is questioning Jordyn.
> Now, Jordyn, if at any point, this inrerview is ..... triggering .... and you need a break, just speak up, ok?
> Yes, ma'am....
> Please, call me Wendy.
> Yes, Wendy. And I won't be needing a break. I've worked thru whatever trauma I had. I want you to get what you need .... to approach Taylor's Mom. And to settle with her.
> Ok, let's get the facts, first. When .... and how .... did Taylor's Mom start approaching you?
> When her home was being repaired from Hurrican Ian damage. My Mom, Brittany, had graciously taken Taylor's Mom into our home, even tho my Mom was living with Taylor's Mom's ex-husband. I mean .... let's get real here .... how many women would be trying to build a new relationship with a partner .... and invite the partner's ex into her home? I was at UF, and Taylor's Mom started emailing, then texting, then video calling me.
> Now, had you known her before this?
> Yes, I had. I had been over her house.
> Oh, really? For what .... purpose, may I ask?
> I had a catfight with her daughter. Taylor the Younger. She's the same age as me.
> I see. You two had a catfight? [Genuinely intrigued.] Over what, may I ask.
> Taylor had allowed me to date her boyfriend for prom. When the prom got extended into an overnight beach party, I wanted to set aside any anxiety Taylor might be having that I had any intentions with her boyfriend. I thought the mature .... and safe .... thing to do would be to talk ground rules, like adults.
> But it didn't work out that way?
> It didn't. Taylor denied my request .... which I didn't feel she had any right to do. I guess neither of us had thought thru what would happen next if we couldn't come to an agreement. We're both alpha's who always get our way .... we ended up fighting over him. CATfighting over him.
> So, after this catfight .... Taylor's Mom must not have thought very fondly of you.
> Quite the opposite -- she and Taylor had been growing apart .... unlike me and MY Mom [smirks] ..... plus, I don't think she thought the boy was right for Taylor. I think her crush onme started with the catfight.
> You say Taylor's Mom had a crush on you?
> I'm certain of it. Her texts PROVE it.
> Did you save any of these texts?
> Of course.
> I'm going to need to see them.
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Wendy and the paralegal let Jordyn and Brittany go home.
> Oh ..... my . ...... Gawd. The Jordyn is cool as a cucumber.
> Almost ..... sociopathic.
> Sociopathic ..... but ..... she actually put it on the line. Oh my God, a catfight over a prom date??? Would loved to be a fly on that wall.
> So.... are we taking the case?
> Even if we lose .... we still win.
> How so .... Wendy?
> [Wendy undoes her skirt and puts her hands down it, rubbing herself gently. She motions her her paralegal to do the same, which she does.] Well .... for this. The .... pleasure ... of hearing that girl spin a story. [Within 3 minutes, Wendy and her paralegal are cumming in unison.]
To be continued.....
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Wendy and the attractive paralegal visit Taylor's Mom .... who has waived the presence of an attorney .... or any witnesses at all. She has a feeling what this is over--the only real question is whether Jordyn will asserts assault or harrassment. In fact ... she leads with exactly that question.
> So .... is the brat saying I attacked her physically .... or sexually?
> Sexually .... she states no physical fear of you. [Muttering: can't say I blame her.]
> What?
> Nothing .... oh, nothing.
> I heard what you said.
> And.
> When this is over .... you can try your lucky with me, hun. Physically, I mean.
> We'll see .... if I'm bore I suppose. Nevertheless .... are we going to depositions on this? Or are you settling?
> What does the bitch want.
> Ssme as you're giving your daughter. Room and board at an Ivy.
> How do I know she won't ask for more?
> Keep away from her. Forever.
To be continued...
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Taylor's Mom swallows what's left of her pride for an uncomfortable conversation, but one which Jordyn's (threatened) civil case and the impact on her finances, has forced her to have with Taylor.
> Hello?
> Taylor?
> Don't even recognize my voice anymore, huh Mom?
> That's a two-way street, darlin' You can call.... email .... text .... anytime.
> Give me a reason I shouldn't hang up right now.
> [Shit. I've fucked things up for so long with Taylor.] SorrySorrySorry .... Taylor .... indulge me please ... I'm going thru divorce, you know that. Something's happened.
> [Eyes roll. Why is Mom such a Drama Queen?] I'm listening, Mom. But I need to walk to class in an hour.
> This won't take an hour, Taylor. Ssoooo ..... speaking of walking to class..... it sounds like you're still on campus ..... for your housing .... that's discouraged next semester, right .... don't girls get together .... rent an entire house??....
> I'm not much for girl-bonding. Xou know that Mom. I don't play nice in the sandbox with other girls.
> Taylor, I'm gonna be honest with you. You're going to need to save on housing .... and meals .... next semester....
> [Interrupting] ..... Well? How much are we talking???
> 90% sweetie. More if you can.... Sweetie, the 529 is gone .... or, it's about to be....
> [Interrupting panickedly] MOM!!!!! Did Dad take it in the divorce???? Because I'll call him.....
> [Jealousy forces Taylor's Mom to release details she wasn't intending to...] Don't call Dad. His step-daughter .... Jordyn .... took it....
> Jordyn?!?!? Well, I'll just call him. He won't pick HER over ME [No man would, right?? RIGHT???]
> TAYLOR!!! Do NOT call him....
> Mom? What aren't you telling me.
> I slept with Jordyn. Lots of times. She'll go public with it if I don't give her your 529.
> Mom????? Jordyn????? Why???? And .... you're gay?
> I'm not gay. And I don't know why I did it. I'm not blaming you, BUT .. . I got jealous of how you were slipping away from me. When she fought you .... when she started it .... it turned me on.
> MOM?!?!? I started the fight with her. ME!!!!! She came over to keep the peace with me. I wanted to fight. NOT HER!!!! I MADE her fight me.
> Taylor? Why did you never tell me that?
> Mom? Why'd you never ask??
That night, Taylor's Mom is up in bed till 3am, picturing the day Taylor got Jordyn to fight her.
She masturbates harder than ever.
To be continued....
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As Taylor stewed in her dorm in Princeton, NJ , she finally had an awakening to the extent that Jordyn was usurping het life, her past, her future.
> Jordyn had stolen Taylor's high school boyfriend and prom date.
> Jordyn, and Jordyn's Mom Brittany, had stolen Taylor's Dad.
> Jordyn had undermined Taylor's relationship with Taylor's Mom.
> Jordyn had used the legal system to take Taylor's 529 plan and spend it on herself.
Jordyn had taken each step so patiently and so innocently that Taylor was like the lobster boiling in the pot of water without realizing it. Until it was too late.
Taylor kicked herself for being such a fool. Taylor was a counter-puncher in her chickfights, and she would start counterpunching now.
Right now.
And not over the internet. She needed to come at Jordyn hard on Jordyn's turf. In Florida.
Taylor called her Dad and asked if she could visit him, in his home with Brittany, for Spring Break. He said yes.
Taylor arrived the Saturday of the start of Spring Break. Her Dad was working .... as usual ..... so Brittany picked Taylor up at the airport.
Brittany couldn't figure out what Taylor was "up to" .... she knew Taylor was self-centered and spoiled, and only worried about Taylor--she was under no illusions there.
But, still, thought Brittany, it was nice to have a college coed staying a week. Brittany missed her own daughter Jordyn. Taylor was a nice temporary replacement.
> You don't need to call me 'Mom'. Brittany is fine.
> Thank you. For the offer, and for broaching the topic. I don't want things to be awkward between us.
> I don't either, Taylor.
> Thank you, Brit.
> [That was odd.] I thought I said 'Brittany'.
> Oh, I'm sorry. Is 'Brit' too informal?
> [Is she testing me already? She's a feisty one.] Let's .... try it .... see how it goes, ok?
> I'd like that. That's what I'm hoping this week will be. Trying things. Seeing how they go.
Taylor sure wasn't fucking kidding about that. She gets home, unpacks, showers .... and walks around for two hours in a bath towel.
Is she trying to seduce me?, wonders Brittany.
Because if she is .... it's fucking working.
Brittany pretends to pee ..... but masturbates herself in the bathroom. She hoping the release will end the sexual tension oozing between her and Taylor.
It doesn't work.
Taylor goes into the same bathroom to pee. She comes out.
> Brit .... did you just masturbate in there?
> [Blushes] ....How did you know?
> I can smell it.
> I'm sorry .... that was ... impolite .... uncivilized ... of me .... please don't tell your Dad.
> [Taylor removes the towel and sits on Brittany's lap] .... it wasn't impolite ... It was sexy as fuck .....
> It was?
> Hell yeah. Kiss me.
Brittany and Taylor begin intensely making out on the couch ......
To be continued.....
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As Brittany and Taylor recover in bed from their intense lovemaking session, Brittany reflects on the two ways Taylor and Jordyn's generation has advantages over the genereation of ... herself ..... and of Taylor's Mom.
> Academically, Taylor and Jordyn were thrown into into topic 5 years sooner than her own generation. They were learning algebra, chemistry, physics in 5th and 6th grade. Brittany's generation was expected to pick a college major with no knowledge of what kind of work or content was even involved. Taylor and Jordyn, by contrast, could (and did) earn college credit from their bedrooms in high school.
> Speaking of their bedrooms, Taylor and Jordyn's generation was doing something else there. Watching adult content on the internet on their cellphones, and sharing it with each other. Then making their own adult content, and sharing it with each other. No wonder Taylor was so good at seducing her Dad's new girlfriend .... she had probably watched it a hundred times on her cellphone.
Brittany and her childhood Tallahassee friends hadn't sat around playing coed touch football .... and getting into catfights .....into their 20s because that's what kids enjoyed doing. They did it out of boredom. Out of lack of alternatives. Out of lack of awareness of alternatives.
Taylor and Jordyn had alternatives. The world was their oyster.
> Taylor .... you're so smart.
> Thanks, Brit. [kiss]
> And you're so sexy.
> Aww, thanks. [kiss] But you're sexy, too.
> You won't offend me if ghe answer is yes .... but did you fuck me to make Jordyn jealous?
> [More serious kiss] A girl can do things for more than one reason.
> Are you and her gonna fight again?
> I sure hope so.
> [kiss] I hope so too.
To be continued.....
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Taylor's decision to begin an affair with a woman of a completely different generation was a product of her first 2 years of experience at Princeton.
To wit: when Taylor was applying to colleges, popular wisdom was that her generation was immersed in 'Hookup Culture'--random, frequent one-night stands .... or even quickies .... with each other, such that relationships became unnecessary, and even passe.
And Hookup Culture may, indeed, have been a thing from 2005 to 2015 or so.
But by the arrival of the 2020s, even before the pandemic, Hookip Culture .... and almost every form of sex .... was a distant memory for college students. They were as chaste as seminary pledges.
Taylor had a theory of what had caused this change. The ready availability of online porn ..... and near-porn .... made it all-to-easy for boys to get off without interacting with girls. And many did so. Taylor could hear then thru the walls of the Princeton dorms. (And would masturbate in unison with them.)
But masturbating wasn't fulfilling enough to the sensual Taylor. She needed actual human-on-human touch.
So she sought out Jordyn's mom Brittany.
First, to experience sex with Brittany.
And, soon, .... to experience a catfight with Jordyn.
Yo be continued.....
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On July 31, 2023, when the death of Pee Wee Herman (nee Paul Reubens) was announced to the world, Taylor's Mom thought back to the day in 1991 when Mr Herman had been arrested for lewd behavior in an adult movie theatre on the Tamiami Trail in Sarasota County.
Taylor's Mom was old enough to understand what lewd behavior was. She understood, sort, what was shown in XXX theatres. Things you couldn't see on TV, except for maybe Cinemax late on Friday and Saturday nights. If you were lucky.
Taylor's Mom chuckled at Pee Wee's Playhouse on Saturday mornings. Not Pee Wee so much, but the talking wise-cracking puppets and plants.
Why didn't Mr Herman just watch Cinemax?, wondered Taylor's Mom to herself. She wanted to ask her friends in 1991, but didn't dare.
He must have enjoyed what he saw in the theatre more. Were there women fighting on the screen in the XXX theatre?
Maybe that's what he enjoyed seeing.
To be continued...
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Taylor's Mom spent a Saturday in August 2023 shopping on Siesta Key. She had read that Pee Qee Herman spent his Middle School and High School years growing up on Siesta Key, on the west side of Midnight Pass Blvd, facing Sarasota Bay and the City of Sarasota. Taylor's Mom was in love with the Gulf Coast, the Sun Coast, the whole area she had spent in her whole life. For all these years, she had been sharing it with such a .... unique .... talent. Not quite an A-list celebrity, but a timeless talent; confirmed by all the recognition he received upon his death in July 2023.
He could have lived anywhere in the world, just about. He chose the Suncoast. That said something.
Midnight Pass Blvd. Another 1990s north-south running cruising road, where packs of girls would drive, looking for trouble.
Looking for catfights. And sometimes finding them.
Taylor's Mom had a catfight there one night with an anonymous Puerto Rican or Cuban girl. One Saturday night, after dinner at a restaurant, where the Puerto Rican or Cuban girl was hosting, and Taylor's Mom gave her attitude, and asked her what time she got off work.
Taylor's Mom had never had her hair pulled so hard. She never fought another Puerto Rican or Cuban girl again.
Not worth it.
Taylor's Mom still loved everything about Midnight Pass Blvd, though.
And about catfighting.
To be continued....
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Taylor's Mom found herself up at 2am most nights, hung over from Sherry, scrolling thru late night TV. She remembered in high school, her late night TV habit, finding Pee Wee's Playhouse one night. The guest was Elvira.
Elivira was a 1980s/1990s camp vampire/monster mix, with expised breasts and jet black hair. Taylor's Mom would masturbate to Elvira, imagining herself being jumped by a less camp, more sinister version of the female vampire.
The 2 of them catfighting each other. Biting allowed.
Taylor's hoped one day one of her high school or college catfights would result in an accidental bite, so the victim cozld retaliate with an actual bite.
She wished Brittany and her had bitten each other in their recent MILF fight.
She masturbated to that thought now.
To be continued....
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In the last week of August 2023, Hurricane Idalia formed in the Gulf of Mexico and ran up the west coast of Florida. Taylor's Mom's still-under-repair house, where Jordyn had confronted Taylor over 2 years ago, was put jnder a mandatory evacuation order.
Taylor's Mom had no where to go.
Brittany had stolen Taylor's Mom's husband. And then had stolen Taylor. Or, at least, Brittany was currently having Taylor in her house. And fucking her.
Brittany's house was on the mainland and not in the evacuation zone.
> Brittany? Can I stay with you during the hurricane?
> Can't you stay with friends?
> All my friends have been evacuated.
> Why do you have so few friends?
> How many do you have, bitch?
> Touche.
> Does that mean I can stay?
> No fighting whrn you're here. Fighting during a hurricane is weird.
> Fine.
> Fine.
Taylor's Mom arrives with two suitcases.
> Thanks for helping me with my suitcases, Brit.
> I'm not helping.
> Gee, thanks.
> Carry your own damn suitcases, bitch.
> Thanks. Taylor's not here? She back at Princeton?
> You don't talk to her?
> Some bitch turned her against me.
> I hope you're not implying that was me?
> I thought we agtmreed catfighting during a hurricane is weird.
> Then stop giving me attitude.
> You're exhausting.
> You're a slut bitch.
> I'm taking a nap.
> Liar. You're going to masturbate.
> That's a low blow.
> It's the truth.
> I can't wait for this hurricane to end. Your ass is grass.
> You and what army?
> Me and these. [shows her claws]
> Pathetic.
> Tramp.
> Slut.
Both women lay in bed in separate rooms as they watch the hurricane form on Weather Channel.
> [Rainstorms are so fucking sexy.]
> [Catfighting that bitch is so fucking sexy.] I hope she comes at me.
To be continued...
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Hurricane Idalia didn't make landfall anywhere near Brittany's place, and the power didn't go out. So Brittany and Taylor's Mom were able to watch the hurricane coverage on TV for 2 straight days. The first day the strengtheing and arrival of the storm on The Weather Channel. The second day, the aftermath and the cleanup on the local news.
There was major coastal flooding at the coastline the the storm surge. Including on Siesta Key, where Taylor's Mom's house was.
Including on her street.
Including her house. It flooded. It got sea water inside.
Taylor's Mom wouldn't be living there for awhile.
> I can't fucking believe this Brittany.
> Do you have anywhere to go?
> I can try some friends up in Georgia. But then....
> But then what?
> Then I won't be able to supervise the cleanup.
> Oh.
> Brittany. Wanna know the 2 things that suck about this?
> What are they? [Brittnay put her hands on Taylor's Mom's side.]
> Well first, Brit ... Brit, I'm not even cleaned up from Ian. The wind damage to the roof.
> You weren't? I'm sorry.
> Thanks.
> What else sucks. You said two things.
> You sound like you're enjoying this.
> I'm not. And anyways, you need me. Be nice to me.
> The second thing that sucks is. . that great room .... right near the side door .... that's where Taylor and Jordyn .... my daughter and your daughter ....
> Obvoiously ....
> ....obviously .. it's where they had their catfight. Brit .... I think about that catfight .. them dating the same boy .... Jordyn driving over .... the fight itself .... Britt ... I always think about that catfight.
> I get it .... so do I.
> They had balls.
THE END.