Hi. I wish you a merry christmas all.
Here is the second part of my story about my mother in law...
I didn't really care that Ute, my mother-in-law, was losing out by the skin of her teeth
as I sat next to her on the sofa, held her in my arms and tried to comfort her.
She took about half an hour for herself beforehand, during which she made herself somewhat
and changed her dirty clothes from the fight into black leggings and a white top.
Despite a little make-up, her face still showed her wounds and there were also some bruises
on her arms. The two women had marked each other, because Marion, I assumed, certainly
didn't look any better.
Ute sobbed again. I, with a semi-rigid erection, did my best to hide it on the one hand and
and on the other hand to comfort and build her up as best I could in this difficult moment for her.
Subconsciously, I don't think we'd ever been so close before.
But probably for completely different reasons. I held her with my left hand
while my right caressed her inner thigh tenderly. She had rested her head on
on my shoulder and constantly wiped the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief.
When she wasn't drying her tears, her hand was resting on my chest. I could feel her love
handles and the fact that Ute allowed my right hand to be in that position didn't really improve
the situation in my trousers.
It was so incredible what was happening before my eyes. My fetish, my head
went completely crazy. I was in absolute mental cinema. I left my hand where it was.
I called myself to my senses just in time to stop my hand from wandering any further.
I was afraid that everything would have been over.
Ute had been a widow for several years. It was clear that she now needed someone to stand
by her side. And I didn't want to take advantage of that, nor did I want to cause, in the worst
case, a massive discord between me and my wife Lena. Not to mention the fact that Ute
is my mother-in-law, who would certainly have no sympathy for something like that.
No, I'm certainly not going to blow up family life here.
We talked little or nothing at that moment. She was looking for comfort and I kept
images of the previous scene, which took place in the neighbour's garden, flashed through
my mind.
These thoughts and the intimacy between us naturally made it difficult for me to relax.
I had already found Ute very attractive, if not sexy, before.
But now I could also see the heart of a lioness. In a way, I desired her
and the later it got, the more I gave up trying to hide it. She must have seen it,
what was going on inside me. At least that's what I imagined. And I didn't want to hide it either.
At Ute's request, I wouldn't tell my wife Lena anything about what I had experienced today.
Ute would do that herself after a while, as she has a very close relationship with her daughter.
It goes without saying that I felt very attracted to my wife that evening. She harboured the
same genes as the woman I had seen fight. Incidentally, it was the first ‘catfight’, if you want
to call it that, that I had ever seen.
It was a fortnight ago now and neither Ute and I talked about it again nor did
Lena gave any indication that her mum had said anything about it. There was also nothing
more ‘within the neighbourhood’
that I had overheard. But I hadn't seen my mother-in-law since then either.
As usual, every fortnight on Tuesdays, I picked Ute up for a big shopping trip.
Today it was time for heavy things like drinks and washing powder.
Of course, I helped her with the loading and carrying. Even on the way
to my mother-in-law's house, I thought about what I had seen 14 days ago.
I wondered during the journey to her if something had happened again, if she would tell me,
probably not and what the current situation was in the neighbourhood.
There was certainly a lot of whispering. There were enough neighbours
which had seen Ute's encounter with her new rival. Just before I turned into the street
I called myself to my senses and put what I had experienced and my questions out of my
mind.
It was raining lightly and Ute was just standing there under the canopy at the entrance to her house.
Yes, she was just standing there normally, dressed in jeans, a pink top and white sneakers,
which made my tension evaporate even more. We're going shopping, nothing will happen, I
told myself, and after a quick hug to say hello, we were off to take the two shopping boxes to
the boot of my car.
I walked quickly to open the boot so that we could get out of the rain and into the car as
quickly as possible.
“Hey, bitch! You forgot something!” I heard a very familiar voice behind me.
My stomach cramped up when, after making brief eye contact with Ute, who was already
about to get in, seeing the car door shut again from the outside.
It was Marion, Ute's neighbour, as I saw when I closed the tailgate and stood at my
mother-in-law's side.
With her red hair, black top and white jeans, she was, I have to admit, a very attractive
contrast to Ute as well.
“Firstly, I only see one bitch here. And that's not me. Secondly, what do you want?”
Ute replied to her unloved neighbour as she came running towards us waving a yellow note,
Ute made eye contact with me again. Annoyed, angry and
absolutely sure not to back down, no matter what, were the feelings she told me wit her
expression.
Subconsciously and without making a sound, I gave her a “Fight back! Give it to the bitch!”
back.
They stood toe to toe and I was in the centre of both women when Marion, with put-on
and very backhanded friendliness. It was less than a paper that separated
the two of them. It was colder than a fortnight ago and I could tell from their stiff nipples
poking through their tops that neither of them was wearing anything underneath.
“My shopping list! You can bring that to me or have you already forgotten
who's been setting the tone here lately? Just leave it outside the door!” the redhead continued
with a matter-of-factness, as if my mother-in-law had actually handed over her status to her
new neighbour. This was by no means the case.
I was alternately cold and warm and once again I couldn't get a grip on the contents of my
my trousers when I saw the two women standing opposite each other and knew for sure
that another confrontation was about to take place in front of my eyes.
My mother-in-law, both hands on her hips and ready for anything, facing the woman
who was claiming alpha status for herself. That couldn't go well
and I was the lucky one who got to watch again. Or was I not? Should I try to de-escalate the
situation? No, I decided to let it go.
Against my better judgement and knowing that Ute would never back down in front of me.
She was too proud for that. I was also far too horny for what was about to happen here
for me to be able to think clearly.
“What makes you think I'm going to buy you anything? And who sets the tone here
we'll see!” Ute snapped back.
“Well…” replied Marion, giggling and also putting her hands on her hips.
“You can tell you're not informed! Many people here have happily taken note of the
beating you got. Yes, they even longed for it! It's a pity that the fight
was over before it became any clearer. But I'm the one who calls the shots here now.”
Marion continued.
I saw Ute's head redden at her opponent's words. Never before has she
ever felt so belittled and insulted as she did now. The two women stood firmly
fixedly in the rain, ignoring the fact that they were almost completely soaked.
“So just take the note and buy what it says, bitch!” Marion demanded again
in a tone that emphasised her status. When she tried to put the note in Ute's cleavage, I
knew that there was going to be another fight between the two of them. Ute wasn't going to
put up with it.
And that's exactly what happened! Ute slapped Marion's hand away before she could get the
note into her cleavage and clawed her left hand into her hair. Ute's right hand slapped
the note out of her rival's hand before she could land any more blows to her face. Marion, on
the other hand, braced her body against Ute's and pressed my mother-in-law's back against
my car. Ute now also got a few slaps in the face from Marion as she tried to get away from
the car and pushed her opponent towards it. While Ute concentrated on Marion's hair with both hands,
she managed to consolidate her position with more slaps in the direction of my
mother-in-law. But Ute didn't give in. She literally tore at Marion's hair with both hands until
she was bent over with her head below Ute's breasts and my mother-in-law kept hitting the
back of her opponent's head with her right fist. Marion had no choice but to land almost
ineffective blows on Ute's body. My mother-in-law had the redhead well under control. Ute's
left hand sat firmly in Marion's hair, holding her opponent down.
“Give it to the bitch!” I blurted out. I just loved seeing both women fighting for their status
again. And I never dreamed of
to intervene. Ute needed and wanted that after she was probably, if Marion had her way
she was the underdog in the first fight. She wanted her unchallenged status
back. She was fighting in the same way now and would resent me for stopping her.
Marion also fought like a fury. She had provoked it, knowing that today she would set
the lucky punch today and could now completely outdo Ute. My chosen spot on the property
wall gave me a full view of Marion's equally plump bum. Beautifully wrapped in the white
jeans, it also looked pretty hot. I realised that the two of them were in no way inferior to each
other. Two hot, mature bodies and the absolute will to dominate the other. And me in the
middle of it all. What a lucky bastard I was!
The first tufts of hair flew! While Marion buried both hands in Ute's stomach and
her head backwards, away from her rival, my mother-in-law now tried to hold her counterpart
down with both hands. Marion pulled, Ute also pulled with absolute strength and suddenly the
redhead's head jerked backwards. Marion was free.
But she paid a painful price as you could see from the tufts of hair in Ute's hands.
It must have been bloody painful for Marion. But she put it away and jumped straight
forwards. Ute again, burying her hands wildly tearing at her hair. Ute also immediately
attacked Marion's hair again.
In the meantime, they were both leaning against the side of my car and tearing at each other
like furies, accompanied by crude words and screams. The one or other person in the
neighbourhood certainly noticed it again, but I didn't look. I was too fascinated by the fight.
It was wild between the two of them. Slaps flew back and forth in turn. Sometimes one was
with her back completely against the car and sometimes the other. The hair was pulled ever
more roughly, but neither of them could gain a real advantage at the moment.
Now and again, fists flew when one of the two was in a promising position. Both took a lot of
punishment without either of them being able to take advantage of it.
And my trousers got tighter and tighter. I really hoped that my mother-in-law would do it this
time. But first it was Marion's turn again.
She tore at Ute's hair in jerks and jerks. Sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly.
Sometimes only briefly and sometimes really violently. Ute's head was literally thrown around.
My mother-in-law grabbed Marion's wrists to stop her. Marion immediately took advantage of
this and shifted her weight onto Ute, causing her to fall between the car and the pavement.
They both fell onto the wet ground. Yes, they were literally wedged into each other and
continued to work in the dirt of the road. With a slight advantage now for Marion, who was
lying on top, burying Ute, with a limited range of movement, underneath her between the tyres
and the kerb.
“Come on! Fight back, Ute!” I cheered on my mother-in-law again, who, although she had
managed quite well up to this point, now needed some support. Marion now turned
up a bit now. She spread her body wide over Ute and gave her no chance to escape.
At the same time, she swapped the constant hair pulling for attacks on mum-in-law's face.
Slaps and unpleasant grips with her fingers in Ute's face alternated.
Ute defended herself as best she could, parried a lot and bucked up
to get rid of her opponent. I felt all the more aroused the more Ute had to
defend herself and take at the same time. I was sure that there was still a chance to turn the
tide. But I also realised that my mother-in-law's inferior position turned me on even more. It
almost made my trousers burst to see how Ute was on the verge of release, only to be
pushed down again. Was it the heart of the lioness that turned me on or
the situation she was in that made me more and more aroused? I didn't know! But it was
hot to watch and hope that things would turn round again.
“You've got her in a minute! Try again! Don't give up!” I continued to shout at her, both fists
fists clenched. Yes, I wanted to see her get out of this desperate situation by her own efforts.
My mum-in-law would be my heroine for life! But her bright red head and heavy breathing
revealed the effort it was taking her to keep up and not give up. Too much was at stake. I
could see it in her eyes as they briefly met mine while she was grabbed by the throat and
Marion's right hand continued to work on her face.
There was no space between the two of them. Marion was really clever when it came to
fighting on the ground. But at the moment when she wanted to position herself better over her
rival, my mother-in-law managed to bend her right knee and press it between the two bodies.
Ute left the defence and clawed both hands into Marion's hair again. With her knee between
her body and Marion's, she managed to roll sideways. Marion sensed it and also grabbed
Ute's hair with both hands. But it wasn't enough to stop Ute's escape from lying underneath
her. Lying sideways, the two women continued to batter each other relentlessly. Slaps, torn
hair and grabs to the face were exchanged while two pairs of legs struggled to gain the upper
hand.
“Now you've got her! Flatten that slut!” I continued to cheer Ute on.
Watching her slowly regain the upper hand was at least as sexy as seeing her lose.
Marion wrapped her legs around my mother-in-law's stomach in a flash when she was back
in control.
Ute had fought her way back and now had both knees on the floor. With both hands clasped
in Marion's face, she kept pushing herself with her feet on the floor and exerted massive
pressure.
Marion's pressure through her legs on Ute's kidneys must have caused inhuman pain.
Nevertheless, Ute no longer gave in. When she was on her knees above Marion, she was
slapping and, when it was possible, punching. When Ute struggled to her feet, she grabbed
Marion's throat with both hands.
Marion also fought back, hoping that her leg scissors would be of some use, with slaps and
hair pulling.
It was a real feat of strength for both of them. A battle of attrition that couldn't have been more
evenly matched. One of them was more likely to run out of steam. And today it wasn't Ute.
Marion was simply unable to maintain her grip on Ute with her legs while at the same time
having to fend off the attacks on her face. Ute also got nastier and nastier and finally put her
fingernails in Marion's eyes again. The means of choice and probably the only way to force a
decision between the two of them, asI had to realise.
Marion's leg scissors became softer and softer under Ute's attacks until they came to a
complete standstill. Ute now swung herself completely over Marion, who was lying on the
bottom.
Bit by bit and further and further forwards, supported by a hail of slaps,
until Marion's forearms were buried under Ute's shins.
Marion was now defenceless. Ute alternately fired her hands into the centre of her
neighbour's face and in the next moment, grabbing her by the hair, knocked the back of her
head on the pavement.
They were dirty, wet from the rain and still wedged together. But the decision had been made.
Marion put up no more resistance.
“Fuck you and your fucking shopping list!” Ute shouted at Marion while she
picked up the small yellow slip of paper and shoved it in the redhead's face.
‘Fuck off and leave me alone!’ she continued as she got up and stood over Marion with her
legs apart.
Triumphant and smiling, but also marked again, my mother-in-law looked at me before
getting into the car.
“Come on, let's go!” she ordered me before slamming the door shut with a loud jerk.
While I got into the car too, Marion was already on her way back to her own home. I looked
round again. Apart from the curtain that was moving in Marion's house, I couldn't see a soul
who had just witnessed the fight. If nobody had seen it, except Marion's cowardly husband
behind the curtain, it would have been a shame.
But it certainly wasn't the end of this feud either. I was sure of that and
had a feeling about it.
