MOM vs MOM: As Told By The Moms!

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                                 MOM vs. MOM: AS TOLD BY THE MOMS!

This is a story about two very real women.
   One Saturday morning, I drove to my parents' house and arrived just after my dad had left for work. I found my mom sitting at a table drinking a cup of coffee. The robe she wore couldn't hide the bruises and minor scratches on her pale body. She had obviously been in one hell of a fight! She said, "I know you can guess what happened. I want you to know exactly what THAT WOMAN did to me . . . and what I did about it!" I knew who "that woman" was. I had started seeing a young woman and had met her divorced mom. Although her mom and my mom were about the same size and age, that was where the similarities between my dark-haired, housewife mom and my girlfriend's blond, career woman mom ended. Our mom's had taken an instant dislike for each other. Dislike turned into contempt and grew into loathing. My mom set me down at the table and gave me a detailed description of what had happened the previous night.
   After she had finished and I was sure she was alright, I drove straight to the home my girlfriend shared with her mother. I wanted to hear her side of the story. My girlfriend met me at the door. She said, "I guess you know what happened. I don't think my mom wants to see you so soon after--" "Let him in." The voice came from behind her. As I entered the house, my girlfriend's mom walked up to me wearing a red T-shirt and yellow shorts. She had about the same signs of battle my mom had, along with a minor black eye under the outside of her left eye. She told her daughter, "Take a drive. I want him to hear what REALLY happened, but I want to tell him in private." After my girlfriend left, her mom told me her version of what happened. I knew each mom told a version that favored her, but the accounts were fairly similar. By combining parts of each story, I knew almost exactly what really happened. Now you'll get the story as told by the moms, in their own words!
   My mom began by telling me, "You have to know what has been happening. From the moment your father met THAT WOMAN, there has been something between them. She has been after him from the moment they met. You know how she dresses in those skimpy tops and those tiny, skin-tight shorts. I tried to brush her off, but she



wouldn't let up! Then she started playing the helpless female routine. She kept coming up with things that needed to be done around her house and then calling your father, begging him to go to her house to help her!"
   My girlfriend's mom saw it differently. "I know your dad has been coming over here a lot, but I didn't initiate any of it. He must have found out about the things I needed done around my house from you or from my daughter. He just started showing up at my door, offering help. I wasn't about to turn it down. After all he did for me, I felt I had to repay him in a small way, so one day after he finished, I cooked him something to eat. It was just leftovers, but he told me it was better than anything YOUR mom ever made! If he let it slip that he thinks I'm a better cook than she is, well, that's not my fault."
   My mom explained, "Your father didn't come home last night. I waited for over an hour. I knew what was going on between those two. I was certain that he was with HER!  I had finally had enough! I drove to her house to confront them both!" She looked away. "I . . . found out later that there had been a big wreck out on the highway. Your father was stuck in traffic. He tried to call, but . . . I forgot that I had left my phone upstairs, charging. He didn't get through to me." She looked back at me and set her jaw. "It didn't matter. I knew what THAT WOMAN was trying to do! When I reached her house, his car wasn't there. Your girlfriend's car wasn't there either, but her mother's car was. I decided to tell THAT WOMAN exactly what I think of her and warn her to stay away from my husband, OR ELSE!"
   My girlfriend's mom told me, "She started it, and you know it! If she's jealous of me, that's HER problem! I was just about to take a bath when I heard the bell and answered the door. Your mother was standing there in a mousy, light blue blouse and white shorts, wearing far too much makeup, with her hair plastered with old-fashioned hairspray, looking like she belonged in the 1950's!"
   My mom said, "Your girlfriend's mom stood there looking as trashy as ever wearing a tight white top and barely there, tiny yellow shorts, and barefoot."
   My girlfriend's mom said, "That cow actually chested me, pushing me back into my house and then slamming the door behind her! I had been willing to overlook your mom's dirty looks and snide remarks because she's your mother, but when your Harriet Housewife mother invaded my home she crossed the line! If your mom thought she could




intimidate me, well, she was messing with the wrong woman!"
   Mom said, "We stood there in a face-off. I told THAT WOMAN exactly what I thought of her! I told her she could never take any man from me, but that if she didn't stop trying, I'd make her very, very sorry!"
   The blond mom told me, "Your mom threatened me! She stood there calling me names and pushing my shoulder back! I tried to tell her that there was nothing going on between me and your dad, but she kept yelling and pushing. She finally pushed me too far! I had enough! I finally told her what you and I both know is true! I told her that if I wanted to take him from her I could, and that she wasn't woman enough to do anything to stop me!"
   My mom said, "How dare she? I slapped her face! I sent her crashing down on her backside! She looked up at me with wide eyes. I could see she was afraid of me!"
   My girlfriend's mom said, "I am NOT afraid of her! I instantly leapt to my feet, ready to take your mother on!"
   My mom said, "She slowly staggered up. We started slapping each other! We were in a fight! I pulled her blouse down around her and used it to trap her arms down by her sides. I slapped her face so hard it sent her spinning away! She wiggled free of her blouse and threw it away, leaving her in only a trashy, red bra that barely covered anything! We got into an all-out hairpulling match! I won, of course. I shook her by her stupid, blond hair until I had her squealing like the pig she is! Then I threw her across the room by her hair, pulling a little of it out! She got up and came at me like a charging elephant!"
   The blond mom said, "If your mother wanted to fight dirty, well, two could play that game! We started hitting and scratching. Once I had her cowering and covering up, I tore HER blouse off her second-rate body, leaving her in only a mousy, white bra! Then I slapped her face so hard I sent her toppling out of her shoes! She came back for more. We struggled hand in hand. We both planted our feet and tried to push each other back. As I'm sure you can guess, I won. I backed her into my kitchen and pinned her against my fridge."
   My mom said, "She had me pinned for a moment, but I turned her over, and we




started rolling along the length of her kitchen counter, still on our feet with our hands locked together, until I had her back pinned against the counter. I pushed her up on top of it until I had her back lying across the counter! I crawled up and mounted her! She strained and struggled, but I was too much for her! I reached over, dug one hand into a bowl, and then I rubbed leftovers in her face!"
   My girlfriend's mom told me, "I kicked her off, and we toppled to the floor. Your pasty white mom tried to pull herself up facing the counter, so I grabbed her hair from behind and dunked her head down into a sink full of soapy water! She fought desperately to get free, but I had her totally under my control! I pulled her head up out from the sink, but I still had her by the hair from behind! I walked her to the right side of the sink. Her hands were flailing, as if she was begging me, 'No! No! Please don't!' I plunged her face down into a cake I had been making! You should have seen me rub your mom's face in that cake! She lifted her head out of it; her face covered in vanilla icing! I laughed in her face!"
   Mom said, "She wasn't laughing when I kicked my foot back into her belly! I had that blond cow doubled over. I watched as she crumpled to her front at my feet! I showed her who'd get the last laugh. I grabbed a frying pan off the counter and started whacking her hips with it, again and again! I was the one laughing, as she started slapping her palms to the floor in pain! I gave her the spanking she deserved!"
   The bond mom told me, "She's just jealous because I have a better butt than she has! She was hitting me with my frying pan! I rolled quickly to my back and grabbed the handle. We fought over it until I wrenched it out of her grasp and sent it away. I kicked her off me. We sat up facing each other and started kicking, the bottom of our bare feet slamming together, and of course, I won! I caught that flat-chested scarecrow with a foot in her face! She went down hard! We rose. As I got up, I picked up the pan. Then I slammed it into what your mother laughingly calls boobs! Your pathetic mother ran from me like the coward she is! I dropped the pan and chased her all around my house, with her screaming in fear! I finally chased her down the hall to my bathroom."
   My mom said, "We got up off the kitchen floor and fought through the house. We ended up down a hall near a bathroom. I punched her in her nose! She flew back with her back against the wall! Her legs almost gave out! She slid sideways with her back to the wall until her back was to the open doorway."



   My girlfriend's mom said, "I had chased her through my house and down a hall. I was all over her, until she caught me with a lucky shot. I had been about to take a bath when I heard the doorbell ring, so the tub was full of water. She charged me and tackled me down into a bathtub full of water! She crawled in on top of me! That witch was trying to drown me!"
   (I knew she wasn't any more than the blond mom had been trying to drown my mom in the sink. Mom was only getting revenge for the sink!)
   Mom said, "I was dunking her in the water! Her fat feet were kicking crazily, and she caught me with a foot in my mouth! I never saw it coming!"
   My girlfriend's mom told me, "I really rung her bell with that one. She fell out of the tub onto the floor. I sat up and took a big gasp for air. I crawled out of the bathtub, soaking wet. I admit that I was running out of steam, but so was she. I wouldn't give up, and neither would she. We pushed and shoved our way back to the kitchen. We took it to the floor. We rolled, one on top and then the other, hitting, choking, and even biting. It was body on body and woman on woman. We were in an all-out battle to prove who was the better woman. I proved that I am! I won. I put your mom in her place, and her place is lying humbled at my feet! I kept punishing her until she was finished, helpless, unable fight back. Your loser mother invaded my home and started a fight with me she wasn't woman enough to finish. I had every right to punish her a lot more, but . . . I knew how you would've felt about it. I let your mom off easy, but not until I left no doubt in her mind that I'M the better woman. I stood over her as she looked up at me, silently begging for my mercy. I took my mop, dumped it into a bucket filled with dirty water, and then rubbed it in her face, then down her body to between her legs, and back up to her face! I literally mopped the floor with your mom! I took some trophies to prove I won. Then I dragged her to my door, put my foot on her oversized butt, kicked her out of my home, and slammed the door!  After a couple of minutes, I heard her drive away."
   My mom told me a different version of how it ended. "We ended up in an all-out fight on her kitchen floor. I'm . . . glad you didn't see it. We held nothing back." She looked up at me. "I can't say I beat her. I'm sure she probably thinks she beat me. It wasn't a prize fight. It wasn't about who answered the final count. I gave her a fight she'll never forget. I'm sure she'll keep her distance from your father now that she knows what I'm capable of!"



   My mom wouldn't have anything to do with my girlfriend or her mom. I had to break up with my girlfriend. After that, I didn't see her or her mother for years.

   Several years later, my dad asked me to find some old papers he had misplaced. While searching the attic, I found a large, brown envelope taped to the bottom of a drawer to keep it hidden. Inside, I found several pictures that my Ex-girlfriend's mom had obviously sent my dad that had clearly been taken immediately after her fight with my mom. The pictures left no doubt that she had left my mom in absolute, humiliating defeat. I also found old-style letters my dad had sent her that she had returned. I had to talk to my Ex-girlfriend's mom!
   She was shocked when I told her that I had found the pictures and the letters. She said, "So now you know. Yes, your father and I had an affair, but only after the fight. When we were . . . together, your father told me that your mother couldn't begin to compare to me in bed. He told me that I was ten times more beautiful and desirable than she was. He said he was ready to divorce her to be with me. I gave into temptation, but not for long. I ended it after a few weeks, but I could have easily taken him from your mother. Do you believe me?"
   I nodded. "His letters made that clear. I also know why you didn't do it. In your last letter, you said that you couldn't do it, because you knew what it would do to me. ME. Mom can't know. It would destroy her, and it would destroy my family. I'm going to get rid of the evidence, but you and I will know what really happened. You could have taken my dad from my mom. You still could. Mom doesn't know it, but she'll spend the rest of her life with your foot on her throat, at your mercy. I want you to know what an amazing woman I think you are, and not just because you beat my mom in a fight. I know you didn't take my dad from my mom only because of me. I owe you a lot. I may never see you again, but I want you to know how much I respect and admire you . . . CHAMP."  Her closed lips curled up into a slightly wicked, victorious smile.
   
Now you know why I have so much respect for the woman who fought my mom and won.

[Monaco73]

Great Story!!!
...guess what would Happen, when mum will find out about this affair?

;-)

[Monaco73]