I wasn't really interested in one sided mum fights, but I was really into my mum fighting.
I have been excited by female fights for as long as I can remember. At school if there was a fight between girls I'd be there watching and getting excited, even though the fights were mostly hair pulling and kicking each other.
When I was 12 years old though that excitement became much more intense. My uncle came to our house and told my father and mother that his girlfriend had left their two young kids alone while she went to the pub with friends while my uncle was working nightshift at the local engineering works.
Before I knew it me, my younger sisters and our mum and dad were on our way my uncles house. When we arrived we all headed inside. Mum and Karen (my uncles girlfriend) started shouting at each other almost immediately in their living room, next thing I knew mum slapped Karen hard across the face, and suddenly both women were stumbling around the small room with hands buried in each others hair, swearing and insulting each other. My uncle and father were cheering on mum while my cousins, sisters and myself watched in silence.
I was so turned on, but also embarrassed and nervous watching. Both women were on the floor clawing at each others faces and necks, skirts were pushed up their thighs giving flashes of their knickers, blouses were ripped and boobs spilled out of bras. This was like no fight id ever seen before, and I'm pretty sure I ejaculated in my pants while watching.
The fight only lasted a few minutes before my father and uncle pulled mum off Karen, telling her she's had enough, as Karen lay on the floor crying.
From then until my mid twenties all I thought about was my mum fighting. I even tried to get her into a fight with my friends mum, and finally saw her in another fight with the mum of a girl my sister had been getting bullied by at school.
That one event formed my fixation with this fetish for the rest of my life.
