One Friday night, my sister, Erica, was hosting a get together in the den with her boyfriend, Ethan, and some other friends. My Mom was working late, and I knew when she got home, there was going to be some problems. Even though Erica had turned 18, Mom had ordered her not to hang out with Ethan. Our Mom was a circuit court judge and had dealt with Ethan multiple times in her courtroom. Mom also wasn’t so fond of some of the girls in the room, that I liked to refer to as the “mean girls.”
Madison was the leader of the mean girls. She was a tall, pretty blonde, who had been a star basketball and volleyball player in high school. Madison was conceited and had a nasty attitude. The other mean girls were brown-haired Peyton and red-headed Trinity. They were both cute and away from Madison and could be easy to get along with. All the girls were wearing t-shirts and short shorts. The mean girls had also brought their boyfriends, a trio of sketchy looking guys that I had never seen before.
The group was cussing, drinking, smoking weed, and making out, while I watched through the window from my treehouse. I found them obnoxiously entertaining, but I knew there would be hell to pay when Mom got home.
Around 9:30 I saw headlights in the driveway and knew that the fun was about to begin. I’d learn at an early age not to make my Mom mad. She was the most intimidating person that I had ever been around. Even hardened criminals in her courtroom did not give her any attitude.
Erica heard her come in the front door and immediately panicked. Apparently, she had lost track of time and did not expect Mom to be home yet. She told everyone to hide the booze, while she sprayed air freshener to mask the marijuana smell. It was no use, Mom walked into the den, clearly aware of what was going on. She stood in the doorway, with her hands on her hips, as she surveyed the scene. Mom cut an imposing image, her raven black hair tied up in a bun, wearing a white silk blouse, and navy-blue business skirt, with matching heels, and dark, silky stockings. Her beautiful face with high cheekbones, ruby red lips, and blue eyes, held a stern expression. At 5’9 and 150 lbs., she had a shapely figure that fit snugly in her professional business attire, which made her both formidable and attractive.
“Erica, go to your room,” Mom ordered, “Everyone else- leave.” Mom never raised her voice, she didn’t have to, they knew she meant business. Everyone started to gather their things to leave, except Madison.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Madison said, “We’re all adults here. If Erica wants to have friends over, she should be able to.”
“No Madison, don’t,” Erica said, “You’re only going to make things worse.”
“This is my house,” Mom said, “I will decide who comes and goes in my house and you are no longer welcome. Now leave. I won’t say it again.”
“And what if we don’t?” Madison asked.
Mom coolly walked into the room. My heart began racing and my knees became weak, as I imagined my Mom hitting Madison. I often fantasized about Mom beating up the mean girls.
“I guess I could call the cops,” Mom replied. Gesturing at a cup with a joint still smoldering in it, she added, “My guess is your DNA is all over that marijuana cigarette.”
“There’s no way you would call the cops. Erica would get into trouble too.”
“I would worry about yourself if I was you. After all, you don’t have a mother who is a judge. Erica will be fine.”
Game, set, and match, I thought to myself. Mom looked there confidently, knowing that she had won, while Madison looked defeated.
The blonde teen turned to follow the others out when she suddenly grabbed Peyton and shoved herself against Mom.
“Get her!” Madison screamed. Before Peyton knew what was happening, Mom reacted in self-defense and threw the young brunette onto the sofa. Stumbling in her heels, Mom fell on top of her. I was so excited I felt dizzy as I watched Mom grapple on the sofa. Peyton did not have a chance as Mom easily pinned her down.
“Trinity, help her,” Madison ordered. Trinity did not look that enthused to take on Mom, but, as usual, she did what Madison said. The redhead grabbed Mom from behind and tried to pull her off Peyton. In the struggle, all three fell to the floor in a pile. Even the two teens together weren’t a match for Mom, who was able to push and fling the girls around. They did succeed in ripping Mom’s blouse open, revealing her substantial breasts, that were encased in a white, lacy bra. Mom’s skirt slid up on her hips, exposing her bare thighs. The guys in the room gathered around them, trying to get a close-up view of her breasts and a peek up her skirt at her powder blue panties. If I was bigger, I might have stormed in there and punched the guys for gawking at Mom like that, still, I was proud that they found her so attractive.
It took her several minutes to corral both girls together, but Mom finally shoved Trinity on top of Peyton pinned them both down. Madison walked over and flipped Mom’s skirt up and slapped her bare ass cheek. Mom quickly stood up and faced Madison. ‘Now it’s time for the main event,’ I thought.
“How dare you!” Mom said. I had been wanting Mom to get ahold of Madison for years. The blonde had used her height and athletic ability to bully people around for years, but Mom was an inch taller and at least 20 lbs. heavier. Mom looked disheveled as her long, black hair had come undone and was partially covering her face, her breasts heaved excitedly and one nipple had worked free of her bra, her stockings had a long run in them, and she had lost one shoe causing her to stand unsteadily. Still, she looked confident as she glared at Madison. WHACK! Mom slapped Madison across her cheek. “Now get out!”
I let out a jubilant cheer, as I saw Madison get what she deserved. The blonde had a stunned look on her face. It was undoubtedly the first time anyone had struck the bully. She was used to being the dominant one who always got her way, but now she was faced with Mom who was bigger, stronger and even more dominant.
POW! Suddenly Madison threw a roundhouse right that connected with Mom’s jaw. It obviously caught her off guard as it sent Mom spinning around and plopping face first on the sofa. I was stunned, as my heart sank. Madison stood gloating as Mom struggled to stand.
“See what happens when you mess with me, bitch!” Madison taunted Mom. “You’d better keep your old ass on the sofa.” Mom stood with a determined look on her face. “Okay, have it your way.”
“Get her mom,” I whispered, confidant that Mom could still take her.
Mom threw a punch that Madison easily dodged. It was obvious Mom was a little dazed from being knocked down. Madison launched another roundhouse that sent Mom crashing back onto the sofa.
“Get up Mom,” I said, “You can do it.”
Mom got up again, her shapely legs wobbling as struggled to stand. She tried to punch the cocky smile off Madison’s face, but she missed badly. Madison responded with a barrage of punches. The blonde didn’t go for a knockout, instead, she toyed with Mom, landing a series of jabs to Mom’s face, before bombarding her body with uppercuts and straights punches to the tits. I felt sick and I wanted to cry as Madison cruelly pummeled Mom. By this time, I had run-up to the window so I could get a close-up view of the fight. Mom did not look very intimidating anymore, as blood began to trickle from her lips.
Madison backed her against a wall, grabbed her hair, and repeatedly slammed her head against the wall. THUD, THUD, THUD! My Mom was in a daze, barely able to stand. The blonde grabbed Mom’s ripped up blouse and yanked it off. Then she took Mom’s skirt and pulled them down her legs, leaving Mom looking helpless and vulnerable in her underwear. Mom tried to get away, but Madison followed her around the room, punching and slapping her. She had always been such a strong person, but now I saw tears streaming down Mom’s cheeks.
I knew I had to do something, so I ran to the back door, but discovered it was locked. Then I ran around to the front door and discovered someone had locked it also. Dejected, I ran around the back to watch, helpless to intervene.
“What a pathetic old cow,” Madison laughed, “Thought you could take me! What a joke!” She ripped Mom’s bra off and her big tits spilled out. This really got the guys excited. Their reaction seemed to make Madison angry for some reason, and she began violently targeting them with her fists. She landed blow after blow, smashing her fists into Mom’s soft flesh. When Mom covered her battered boobs with her arms, Madison blasted her with a roundhouse right to her face. Mom went flying first face landing on the side of the sofa. She lay there unmoving, draped across the armrest, her butt sticking up in the air.
Madison slid Mom’s panties down her thighs, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. The guys moved in close and I could only imagine what they had in mind.
“Wait! Stop!” My sister screamed. I had forgotten about her. She pushed the guys aside as she went to Mom’s aid. “Don’t touch her!”
‘Way to go, Sis,’ I thought. I was proud of Erica for standing up to her friends.
“No one had better lay a hand on her until I get a turn,” Erica said. I stood there stunned as Erica began spanking Mom’s ass. I knew Mom and Erica didn’t always get along, but I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Mom, barely conscious, wiggled her ass in pain as Erica’s hand splatted against her smooth, shapely bottom. Eventually, Erica got tired and she grabbed Ethan’s hand and led him from the room. Several seconds later, I saw her bedroom light turn on. The others took turns spanking Mom, but they soon tired of her and the various couples went to separate corners and began making out. The fight had left them all aroused.
After 10-15 minutes Mom finally began to stir. She tried to stand but collapsed to her knees. Tears had streaked her mascara and her lips were stained with blood. With a lot of effort, she was able to stand up. Madison saw her and got up from her boyfriend’s lap. She walked over to Mom and took her face in her hands.
“Don’t you look pitiful,” she said, then she pulled Mom’s face towards her and kissed her on the lips. “There’s something delicious about breaking a woman,” she said as she wiped Mom’s blood from her lips, “But I guess you wouldn’t know about that, would you?” Then she led Mom over to her boyfriend and they began having their way with her.
I couldn’t watch, so I got back in the treehouse and tried to go to sleep but wasn’t able to. Every so often I would look out and see Mom with another couple. They were playing a game called ‘Pass the Mom.’
