The idea for this story came to me a few days ago and literally took over from everything else I’m working on. I needed to get it out of my system quickly as it was distracting me from finishing other stories and doing more important stuff (like the work I get paid for). It’s a bit rushed and little different from my usual stuff so I hope you enjoy it.My name is Aidan and my mum is a fighter – a wrestler, a boxer and, occasionally, a cat fighter. You probably know her from Ellen’s stories as Terri or Miss Tee. I have to say that what mum gets up to in her spare time has never really bothered me. She’s always been a bit crazy but that’s just her nature. She may be some sexy gladiatrix to you but to me she’s just mum. Like most young guys I don’t have a huge amount of interest in what my mum gets up to. I’m not one of these guys with an Oedipus complex who pop up occasionally in this forum with tales of watching ‘mommy’ fight and then fucking her (yes, I’ve read one or two) but I thought you might enjoy this story.
I’ve only ever seen my mum fight once. At the time I was 14 and, like most teenagers, I was filled with testosterone and horny as hell. It’s the one time I actually took an interest in what my mum was getting up to and, boy was I impressed. I’d been staying with my father in Ireland. My folks had split up years before but I was always going back to visit him in the summer holidays.
That year dad had a new girlfriend, Siobhan, who was a local nurse and we got on well together. She was cute, bubbly, blonde, curvaceous and quite a few years younger than mum.
I’d been out there for about four weeks and mum had come over for a few days to visit some of her friends and travel back with me. It was our last morning. Mum was trying desperately to get us organised and ready to go to the airport. Meanwhile I was doing a typical 14-year-old thing, staring into space and not really being any help at all mum. She was exasperated with me:
“Please, Aidan, help me get packed and ready to go. Your Grandad is coming in two hours to take us to the airport and we have to be ready.”
I wasn’t going to be rushed:
“Okay mum, okay, give me a chance, I’ll get there.”
“Come on Aidan, come on. Let’s get something done.”
Mum had been packing since the moment she woke up. She hadn’t even got dressed. She was still in a dressing gown, her long brown hair tied in a loose pony tail. I still wasn’t moving the frustration was starting to show in her voice:
“For Christ’s sake Aidan, stop daydreaming and help me.”
At that moment we heard the front door open. It was too much for a mum:
“Who the fuck is that?” she cried, quickly heading down the stairs without a second thought. I followed slowly. Mum went into the kitchen and there was Siobhan dressed in her nurse’s uniform, her blonde hair tied in a bun behind her head. She must have come straight from her shift at the hospital.
“Oh, it’s you.” Said mum.
“Oh fuck! Toni! Are you still here? I thought you’d gone home, slut.”
“What did you call me?”
“I called you a slut, slut. Now why don’t you just fuck off back to England where you belong. I don’t know why you have to come here in the first place.”
“It’s called fucking parental responsibility, Siobhan, Aidan’s dad has to look after for him from time to time you know? I send him over here for a break. He needs a father figure in his life. I admit Connor’s probably not the one I’d chose but he’s Aidan’s dad and I don’t have a boyfriend back home.”
“I understand that, Toni. I just don’t understand why the fuck you have to come over here and interfere with our life.”
“Hey, I’ve got friends here I’ve come to visit. Connor doesn’t mind me coming. I don’t see what the hell it’s got do with you.”
“it’s got everything to do with me you cow. You walked out on Connor. You can’t expect to just come waltzing back in here being lady of the manor any time you feel like it.”
They were raising their voices and getting angry. Mum was a good two or three inches taller than Siobhan and had walked up to her and was staring down at her. Siobhan for her part with standing her ground. I could see they were both really mad at each other. Then mum laughed:
“Oh fuck, Siobhan, don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with him?
“What is it to you Toni? He’s nothing to do with you now. You walked out, you don’t deserve him.”
“Trust me, sugar, give it another year or two and you’ll be walking out too. You haven’t seen the half of him yet.”
Before she could say anymore Siobhan slapped mum hard on the cheek
“Don’t you dare say that about my man, you cow.”
“Fuck you Siobhan, keep your fucking hands to yourself or I’ll give you a lesson you won’t forget.”
“Oh yeah, miss high and mighty, you and whose fucking army? Just look at the state of you. 10 o’clock and you’re not even up yet.”
With that Siobhan grabbed the front of mums dressing gown and pulled it open. Under the gown mum was wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton panties with little coloured polka-dot spots all over them. Siobhan looked at her breasts and laughed:
“What the fuck do you call those Toni? Tits or pimples?”
Now it was mum’s turn to get mad. She slapped Siobhan and the blonde took a step back. It’s fair to say mum’s not got the biggest boobs going, nowhere near as big as Siobhan’s, but they’re not that small. She was clearly embarrassed and quickly pulled her gown closed again.
“Look, Siobhan, what the fuck is it you want from me?”
“I just want you to fuck off back to England and never come back here. Never come within 100 miles of me and Connor again.”
“Okay bitch if that’s what you want, I’ll do you a deal. You fight me. Right here, right now. You win and I’ll leave and never come back. You lose and I get to come and go whenever I please. Deal?”
Siobhan stared at mum for a moment, bit her lip and then Said “deal!”
Glancing over mum’s shoulder she looked at me and said: “Aidan go to your room while I teach your mum a lesson.”
“No Aidan, stay here and watch how mummy deals with someone who is rude to her. Sister, you have no idea what you let yourself in for.”
“We’ll see about that.” Said Siobhan and, with that, she kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her nurse’s uniform.
Mum slipped off the dressing gown and Siobhan took off her bra and stood there in just a pair of very skimpy black panties. It’s fair to say that Siobhan looked a lot sexier the mum, younger and more curvaceous, but mum looked tougher. She had that determined look in her eye that I knew meant she wasn’t about to take shit from anyone.
“Nice pants,” she mocked, “I’ll soon have them off but first, help me move this table, I wouldn’t want you to bang your head on it.”
Siobhan glared at her but grudging helped her move the big kitchen table over to the wall. With the table out of the way their ‘arena’ was an area of solid flag stone floor, about 10 feet by 10 feet, surrounded on three sides by kitchen units and on the fourth by the table and a chair.
“Sit down Aidan,” mum commanded, and I dutifully sat on the vacant kitchen chair. With the table out of the way they turned to face each other.
“Okay, let’s get this over with.” Said Siobhan and, before mum could react, drove a knee in her pussy.
Mum clutched herself and collapsed to her knees. Siobhan punched her hard in the right breast and she groaned as the blonde grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her back to her feet, shoving her back against the kitchen units. Several punches to the belly and tits followed before an uppercut to mum’s chin left her dazed. Siobhan grabbed hold of the waistband of mum’s knickers and pulled them down before grabbing hold of her crotch and yanking on her pubic hair.
Mum had been caught unawares and seemed unable to react to Siobhan’s assault. In blind panic she lashed out and tried to push past Siobhan to get away from her tormentor but her knickers were round her knees and she stumbled. Siobhan jumped on her back and pushed her face first into the flag stone floor. Mum lay stunned for a second and Siobhan took great delight in pulling mum’s panties off before grabbing her by the hair, hauling her to her feet and knocking her back against the stove with a fore arm smash to her abused tits.
Mum was dazed and her face was ashen. Things weren’t looking good for her and her confidence a few moments ago had faded. Desperate to get into the fight she took a swing at Siobhan but she telegraphed the blow and Siobhan grabbed her wrist and pushed her arm firmly out of the way.
“Is that all you’ve got?” asked Siobhan, “I though you were going to fight me.”
With that she shoved mum back against a cupboard and buried her knee in mum’s pubic thatch. Mum groaned and her hands went to her pussy as she started to sink towards the floor. Before she could drop to her knees Siobhan placed and arm across her throat to hold her up and delivered more punches to both her breasts. Mum’s hands instinctively went to cover her tits and Siobhan’s knee found her pussy again. This time Siobhan allowed mum to drop to the floor.
Mum was on her knees again, her hands supporting her, staring at the flag stones while Siobhan stood over her, waiting for her next move. She hadn’t landed a single blow yet and the fight seemed to be almost over. Mum had been caught off guard and Siobhan and beaten her up. Surely mum wasn’t going to give up this easily? I called out to her:
“Come on mum. Fight her.”
Mum raised her head. Her pained expression turned one of anger. She balled her right fist and punched Siobhan squarely between the legs. As Siobhan dropped her knees in front of her, mum grabbed hold of her knickers by the waistband and pulled them down before delivering another punch to her pussy and head-butting her. Siobhan fell backwards and mum jumped on top of her, her fat backside landing squarely on Siobhan’s belly and knocking the wind out of her.
Mum grabbed Siobhan’s hair and slammed her head against the floor several times. Now it was Siobhan’s turn to cry out in pain. Siobhan reached up and grabbed mum’s tits, squeezing them and trying to pull her off. Mum reacted in kind and for a moment they battled like terriers, squeezing and twisting each other’s breasts until eventually the pain proved too much for mum and she rolled off Siobhan.
They lay on their backs for a moment, side by side, catching their breath. Eventually they started to move. Mum sat up and, seeing Siobhan still on her back, grabbed the unfortunate blonde by an arm and a leg, swivelled round and pushed her feet into Siobhan’s back. Siobhan screamed out in agony as mum bent her back over her feet. Siobhan flailed and scream trying to break free from mum’s hold. Mum rocked backwards, lifting the blonde into the air and applying even more of a stretch with the hold. Siobhan was wailing and mum said, through gritted teeth:
“Give up you cow, before I break your back.”
“Fuck you, Toni.” Siobhan half screamed in reply.
Mum yanked one more time and straightened her legs. The she let go of Siobhan’s arm and leg and catapulted the unfortunate blonde across the floor. Siobhan crashed face first into the fridge and rolled onto her back on the floor.
Mum got to her feet, grabbed Siobhan by the hair and pulled her up. She rammed the unfortunate blonde into the sink, sticking her head under the tap and turning it on.
“Wake up, blondie – I’m not done with you yet.” She said as Siobhan struggled to get her head out from under the stream of water. Spinning Siobhan around mum delivered a hail of punches to her big tits and fat belly. Then she grabbed her by the neck and crotch, hoisted her in the air and body slammed the unfortunate blonde back to the hard stone floor.
Siobhan cried out in pain and arched her back as it impacted with the flag stones. Then she lay spread eagled on the floor, momentarily out cold.
Mum quickly straddled Siobhan, placing her knees either side of Siobhan’s breast and planting her backside firmly in the blonde’s face. She then proceeded to punch the Irish woman repeatedly in the tits, belly and crotch until Siobhan cried out:
“Please Toni, please! No more! No more! You win. I quit.” Sobbed Siobhan.
“Okay. But let me give you something to remember me by.” Mum leaned forward and stuck two fingers into Siobhan’s cxnt. Siobhan screamed in agony as mum clawed her pussy and then lay still, with mum’s big bum still pressed into her face.
“You dirty little cow, you’re all wet. Were you getting off on beating me up? Silly bitch. You were never going to beat me. I’ve won more fights than you’ve had cheap boyfriends. You just caught me off guard is all. Now you’re down there make yourself useful. It’s been a while since I had a little slut like you under me. Now do me a favour and lick it. Lick it, bitch, lick it!...Ooooh…yes…that’s right…yes…yesss…keep going.”
Mum started writhing, running her hands through her hair, rubbing her tits and grinding her bum into Siobhan’s face. It took me a moment to realise that Siobhan was giving mum oral sex. Right there in front of me. Suddenly mum let out a truly primal cry and pitched forward, her hands holding her up for a moment while she stared down at Siobhan’s pussy. Then she put her right hand between Siobhan’s legs and began to rub vigorously. Now it was Siobhan’s turn to moan in pleasure, her cries coming from beneath mum’s bum as she also peaked.
Well guys and girls, I’m sure you don’t me need me to tell you that seeing your mum kneeling on the kitchen floor, naked face sitting your dad’s girlfriend and getting sucked off, is just about as horny as it gets for a 14-year-old boy and needless to say I shot my load. I gave a stifled cry. Mum looked up at me and saw the damp stain appear on my trousers.
“Never mind honey, it happens to all men sooner or later. Now, go and change your trousers and help mummy get packed.”
From underneath mum’s bum Siobhan let out a soft moan and whimpered.
“As for you, you little Irish whore, get your fucking clothes on and fuck off. I’ll be back whenever I feel like, bitch, and if you’re still here and you want to try taking me again just let me know.”
With that she stood up, grabbed her dressing gown and panties and followed me back upstairs to finish the packing, leaving Siobhan naked and weeping on the kitchen floor.
“Now Aidan, I’m sure I don’t have to ask you this but don’t go telling your dad about what just happened here.”
I promised her I wouldn’t and we finished our packing in silence. At one point I heard the front door again and when we came down with our suitcases Siobhan had gone.
On the flight home I sat next to mum. Although she seemed unharmed after the fight she was clearly in some pain and was careful how she sat and moved. Her tits and belly had taken a pounding in the first minute or two of the fight and I figured there would be bruises to show in the coming days. She also seemed to still be annoyed with Siobhan and continued to mumble under her breath:
“Who the fuck does she think she is…fancy calling my tits pimples…overdeveloped cow…I hope I never see the fucking bitch again”
And similar such things. For my part I was still trying to take it all in. After Siobhan’s initial assault, I was convinced mum was finished but it seemed that, despite the beating she’d taken, she was just waiting for her chance. She was clearly a tough and experienced fighter. What had she said to Siobhan? More fights than you’ve had cheap boyfriends? Well, if that’s your thing mum, that’s fine. I certainly enjoyed watching you in action.
Back home I relived kitchen encounter over and over again, jerking myself off every time, as teenage boys are wont to do. I really been impressed by mum’s fighting. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life and Siobhan never really stood a chance. She was completely outclassed. I didn’t know mum was a fighter and I wondered what else was lurking in her past. I knew mum wasn’t really heavily into possessions around the house. It was really only her clothes, her art stuff and the household essentials, no ornaments or treasures or souvenirs of days gone by, but I also knew there was a box under her bed. I didn’t know what was in it and I have to confess that, until I begin to wonder about mums fighting prowess, I never thought to look.
A few weeks later, when she was out at work, I plucked up the courage to get the box out and take a look the contents. Needless to say, that box was locked and it took me a minute or two to find a key in a dresser draw that fitted the lock. I opened the lid and took a look inside. There were a lot of photos and letters , a few mementoes, posters etc. and, strangely, some pieces of ladies’ underwear, sexy stuff that I could never see mum wearing and, to be honest, some that probably wouldn’t fit her. I wondered what that was about. Were they trophies she had removed from defeated opponents?
I started flicking through the photos. Lots of pictures of mum on her adventures before I was born. In particular lots of pictures of mum’s friend Sian who lived with her daughter, Shannon, in the countryside somewhere in the north of England. Mum took me there once or twice for a holiday. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but mum and Sian seem very close. They were always very pleased to see each other and hugged for ages whenever it was time to say goodbye. They also often disappeared for ages, leaving me free to wander around the fam. The last time we’d been there, earlier in the same year, I’d been rather more interested in Sian’s daughter than what Sian and mum were up to.
Shannon was every school boy’s dream. A sexy, curvaceous, raven-haired girl in her early 20s. When we visited last time, Shannon was home for her college course and spent much of her time either riding horses or sunbathing in a string bikini on the terrace outside the farmhouse where they lived.
Flicking through these photographs I saw Sian in several revealing poses, quite a few of mum and her kissing and one where I was pretty sure she had her hand up mum’s skirt. I began to wonder if there was more to her relationship with mum than just a close friendship. All mum had ever told me was that she was working for Sian when Shannon was born.
I read a few of the letters. A couple from Sian that were both affectionate and explicit, confirmed my suspicions – mum was a closet lesbian and Sian was her girlfriend. So what? That didn’t explain her fighting.
Some of the other photos and letters were more confusing. A letter from someone called Harry in Austria congratulating her on her friendship with Sian
“My dear Terri,
I’m so pleased that you have met my dear old friend Sian. She is a wonderful woman but she needs company. It sounds like you arrived in her life at the right time. You have a special relationship there. Cherish it, not all of us are that lucky. I assume she’s told you about her little club? I’m sure you’ll fit in well there.
Love,
Harry”Now I thought about it I remembered Sian and her daughter occasionally calling mum Terri as well. I wondered what Sian little club was all about.
I read a few more of Sian’s letters and suddenly there it was:
“The girls at the NBFC are missing you, Evie wants a rematch and the new girl, Mitzi, is desperate for some real opposition.” So, Sian’s club was a girls’ fighting club and mum had been a member.
There was photo of a group of girls, including mum, in swimsuits on a beach. On the back it said “College field trip 1994” and listed the names of the girls in the photo, except mum was called Tina. Several other group photos also identified mum as Tina and there was a college report card in the name of Tina Brooks.
Randomly there were a couple of photos of a woman in a leotard and knee pads who looked a bit like mum but was clearly an American wrestler called Princess Victoria.
Then there was the letter from a guy called Gerry:
“Dear Tanya,
I’m sorry to hear that you’ve decided to leave our little gang, you have been a real star and a great opponent for so many of the girls. I wish you every success in the future and please remember you will always be welcome back should you ever wish to fight again.
All the best,
Gerry”And another from a girl called Lesley:
“Hi Terri,
Just a quick note to say what a pleasure it was getting to grips again at Nicole’s. You’ve improved a lot since Harry’s. I’ll have to be on my guard in future.
Love,
Lesley”Both clear evidence that Terri and Tanya were involved in the female fight scene. It seemed that mum was all of these women: Terri, Tina, Tanya, Toni and who knew who else?
As well as the strange underwear I found a poster and a medal on a ribbon in the box. The poster proclaimed a topless wrestling event in 1995
Benji’s Brawling Babes presents:
The UK topless women’s wrestling championships
Live at Benji’s from 2pm
It went on to list the eight women who would contest the title, with a photo of each next to their name, each one an attractive, shapely woman in her late twenties or early thirties:
Christine Bennett, Mandy Price, Mitzi McLean, Evelyn Walker, Pam Norton, Leah Foster, Maggie Martin and, last but not least, in the bottom right-hand corner of the poster, Tanya Brooks – with a picture of mum next to it.
The medal said “Women’s topless wresting champion 1995 – Tanya Brooks”
I grabbed Sian’s letter again. Evie and Mitzi? Evelyn Walker and Mitzi McLean? The cute blonde and the buxom brunette in the photos? Shit! Mum had fought these babes and, based on the medal, beaten them. Way to go, mum!
At the bottom of the box there were four VHS cassettes with hand written labels. One said “Harry’s highlights”, the second “Princess Vicky”, the third “Fun with Nicole” and the last one just said “London”.
I took the tapes to the video recorder and randomly picked the one labelled “Princess Vicky” and put it in the machine. I half expected to see film of the American wrestler in the photo but I didn’t.
Instead, I saw mum, a very young mum, standing in a wrestling ring. Her hair was in plaits and she looked very much like that American wrestler, except she was wearing nothing but a pair of white sports briefs with a vertical red stripe on the right side. In the ring with her was a man, clearly the referee, and a buxom blonde girl, similarly attired to mum but in black briefs with a yellow stripe.
The man announced the fight in heavily accented, slightly halting English. It would be a best of three falls match over twenty minutes between Princess Vicky (mum) and Joyce Grappler (the blonde). I watched as the fight unfolded. Mum took an early lead but the blonde equalised after about 10 minutes. As the battle went on mum started to take a pounding from ‘Joyce’ and was clearly struggling but gamely kept fighting. The end came in the 18th minute when the blonde trapped mum in a Boston crab and forced her to tap out. Mum seemed genuinely hurt and disappointed to have lost. While ‘Joyce’ celebrated, mum lay face down on the mat until another topless girl came to comfort her and help her out of the ring.
Another three fights followed, all with the same two contestants. Mum won the second match by two falls to nil in less than ten minutes and was clearly elated. She went on to win the third one as well but it was a close-run thing with mum securing victory with a pin just seconds from the twenty-minute time limit.
The final fight on this tape was a bit different. Both women were naked and it was pretty clear that ‘Joyce’ was looking to do a bit more than wrestle. With the score at one fall each Joyce obviously put her hand where it didn’t belong. The video wasn’t clear but it looked like she stuck her fingers in mum’s pussy. Mum completely lost it and attacked the blonde without mercy. Poor Joyce ended up curled up in a ball in the centre of the ring while a couple of girls restrained mum and the referee checked she was OK before counting her out. ‘Joyce’ clearly wasn’t willing to carry on. If mum was a lesbian now, she certainly wasn’t back then.
Over the next few weeks, I watched the other three videos and, working with the photos and letters, started to work out exactly who my mum was.
“Harry’s highlights” included various action sequences of mum, I’m guessing she was probably about 21 at the time, boxing and wrestling. Mum on top and mum underneath. Mum in control and mum being controlled. Mum being counted over and mum watching while the referee (I assume it was Harry) counting over someone else. Mum pinning another girl and mum being pinned. Mum being counted out and mum celebrating while another girl lay defeated on the mat. Several clips of mum and Joyce appeared on this video.
“Fun with Nicole” featured an older version of mum, probably mid-twenties, boxing a wrestling with several women including a red head I recognised from “Harry’s highlights”. The dialogue was all in German but I figured the red head was probably the Lesley who had mentioned Nicole in her letter.
The final video, labelled “London” contained more highlights of mum in action, boxing and wrestling in various outfits, as well as three complete fights that had me reaching for that poster again. A lady referee presided over events as mum took on first Christine Bennett, then Evelyn Walker and, finally, Mitzi McClean. In all three matches mum was wearing the tiniest of black G-strings – the one I found in the box. How she got it on I’ve no idea. Her bum was smaller back then but this wasn’t a G-string, it was an eye patch! Based on what I’d seen at dad’s she must have shaved her pussy to avoid losing it in her pubic hair.
One by one, she beat her opponents in best of five falls matches. The final match, against Mitzi McClean, was a titanic struggle that lasted nearly 45 minutes before mum was crowned UK women’s topless wrestling champion.
For a few months I fantasised about mum fighting every night but then I got my first girl friend and my focus was very much back on people of my own age. Mum might have been hot once but that was twenty years ago. Anyway, she’s my mum – it wasn’t like she was that hot blonde, Evelyn Walker, who I fantasised about even more than I did about mum. At the time I couldn’t imagine mum ever going back to fighting – but she did and I hope you enjoy Ellen’s stories about her.
As mum had predicted, next year when I went to visit dad, I discovered that Siobhan had also moved on, avoiding another embarrassing showdown when mum came to pick me up at the end of the summer.
So, there you have it. My mum, the topless wrestling champion. The dark horse who is known to many by several names. A woman of mystery. An enigma, even to her nearest and dearest. Who’d have thought it?
Way to go mum! I love you, whoever you are. Fly free, you crazy spirit, and never let anyone tell you what to do or who to be.
