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Taylor's Mom recalls how muggy and humid it was that 1998 night when she was in the backseat, speeding down Gulf of Mexico Ave., sitting next to a girl who had just won a brief but violent roadside catfight. 

The catfighter showed Taylor's Mom her fingernails.  "Holy shit," exclaimed Taylor's Mom.  "You've got hairs of hers coming out of all 10 fingernails.  Even the thumbs.  What were you two doing to each other?!?".

"What do you think we were doing, girl?!?  We were catfighting!, that's what the fuck we were doing..... Look!!  I broke skin in her!  This blood isn't mine ..... it's hers!".

"It's yours, too, though .... Look, you're cut right here.  I have bandaids in my purse,  .... here, I'll put it on."

This remark grabs the attention of the girl in the front seat.  "Don't get any blood on the backseat, Ladies!!!  Those seats aren't leather!!  It won't wipe off.  My parents will freak!!!".

Taylor's Mom gets aroused as she applies amateur first aid to the wounded catfighter.  She smells of sweat .... and is that pee she smells?  Do girls pee when they're losing a catfight?, Taylor's Mom wonders to herself.

The two girls who were fighting over a guy now have their sweat, blood, and other bodily fluids coating each others flesh, hair, and clothes.  Taylor's Mom finds this ironic .... and erotic.  And sexy.

If the winning girl needs this much first aid and assistance, what must be going on right now in the car that the losing girl is in?  How badly must she be scratched up?

What would have happened if the fight had gone 2 minutes?

5 minutes?  10 minutes?

Taylor's Mom kisses the spot where she put the bandaid on the winning catfighter.

> I liked that.  My cheek hurts.  Kiss me there.

Taylor's Mom accidentally/on-purpose "misses" the wounded catfighter's cheek .... and instead kisses her on the mouth.  The catfighter smiles and blushes.

> I'm glad you won the fight, Taylor's Mom tells her.

> Thank you.  I'm glad I did too.

Taylor's Mom cradles the wounded catfighters head in her lap.

The wounded girls hair is tangles and sweaty.  And it sort of smells like a .... restroom.  (Maybe the Gulf is at low tide right now.)

Taylor's Mom has never smelled a less sexy her whole life.  And yet, .... she's never been more aroused.  It's the most erotic feeling in her life, to be caressing the winning catfighter's hair.

> Your boyfriend will be happy you won the catfight. .... He's lucky.

> He better treat me like he is.

> If I was him .... I'd fo anything for you.  Sexually.

> I know you would.

Taylor's Mom goes home and showers.  She wants to climb into her bed and masturbate.

She doesn't make it there.

She sits down on the shower floor and masturbates.

> Great.  Now I need another shower.

To be continued....

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Taylor's Mom secured Brittany's head between both of her hands, and attempted to roll her off the couch they were sitting on and onto the floor.  Brittany, however, was ready for the kissing the two MILFs had been engaging in to stop, and rolled into the torquing motion being forced onto her by her rival, and ended up on top on the carpet.  She almost immediately moved to secre a pin onto Taylor's Mom, but was scissored into a guard-like hold by Taylor's Mom's strong legs.  Brittany was on top on the floor, but regretted her position, as she had very little freedom of movement, and she was unable to breathe in full gasps of air.

Taylor's Mom, similarly, had reason to regret taking Brittany down onto the floor.  First, Brittany full weight was on her hips, leaving her few options to either roll to either side or to sit up.  And second, while her leg lock on Brittany was controlling her opponent, her legs were starting to cramp from the strain of squeezing Brittany as hard as she was.  She knew she could only hold this position for a few more minutes, after which her legs would start to involuntarily realease an angered Brittany.

She was rescued from her dilemma by the spectating Jordyn.

"Ewwww.  Boring, Mom.  Do something to her," the laconic Gen Z'er commented.  When Taylor's Mom was that age, the site of two attractive women locked on the ground would have been sufficient entertainment to supply six months of fantasies.  But Jordyn's standards were stratospherically more demanding.  She came to see Taylor's Mom defeated, and it didn't seem to be happening.

Taylor's Mom, ever the opportunist, seized the occassion to get out of the pin she was in.  She looked at Jordyn.

> You want a show, sweetie?

> It only seems fair.  You got a long one from me.  [Was Jordyn referring to the earlier catfight with the Dak Prescott fangirl?  Or her several weeks' relationship with Taylor's Mom?  Or both?]

> Then, hun .... tell your Mom to let me up.  She and I can then go toe to toe .... no hairpulling or grabbing, just fists .... until one of us drops.

> [Jordyn considered the possibility in her mind....] Just one knockdown?

> Fine.  Best two of three ...... [Taylor's Mom's legs were cramping bad.  She needed to 'sell' her idea quickly.]  Picture the bruises we'll have on our faces .... I know you'll like that.

> [Taylor's Mom has successfully appealed to Jordyn.]

> Do it, Mom.  Get up and bare-knuckle fight this bitch.

To be continued.....

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Growing up in Tallahassee, fighting a neighborhood girl alone, or in front of a VERY small audience, had been Brittany's preferred fight "setting".  Because the larger the audience got, the more demanding the audience was--the more entitled it felt--about the fight tactics.  If the fight was even semi-equal (anything other than a proverbial first-round KO), and both girls fell to the ground in a hairpulling catball, the inevitable "stand them up"/"fight fair"/hairpulling is for pussies" catcalls would emanate from the crowd, and some obnoxious neighborhood boy would inevitably physically intervene, separate the combatants physically, and force them to finsh the fight standing up, barefisted, 1890s Sullivan-Corbett style.

Which Brittany dreaded.

Because she knew first hand, both as receiver and giver, the punishment a woman's bare knuckles could inflict on another's face.  The hard, sharp knuckles would serve double duty, as a mallet and as a drill, both inflicting a hard pounding force on her enemy's cheek- and jaw-bones, and also slicing the thin supple flesh of the opponent's face.

Brittany knew that when goaded into a standup fistfight with a capable rival, even if she emerged victorious, her face would carry "momentos" of it for days and even weeks.

And, now, today, her own daughter Jordyn had played the part of the neighborhood know-it-all instigator boys.  She had forced Brittany to fight Taylor's Mom standing up.

Brittany was careful to repress her anxiety and fear at the imminent battle and its outcome into the pit of her belly.  Although her gut was busy tying itself into knots, she kept a poker face, displaying nothong but contempt for her rival MILF, the soon-to-be-ex of her new boyfriend.

Did Taylor Mom's know what a stand-up womanly fightfight entailed?, wondered Brittany.

Brittany got her answer.  She didn't like it.

As Taylor's Mom rose to her feet to face her opponent, she unbuttoned her ruffled blouse and stripped down to her lace bra.  "Let's do this in bras, Brit.  So we don't get blood on our tops."

Jordyn was aroused to a state of frenzied anticipation.."Yes, Mom, she's right.  Don't bring that bitch's blood home on your shirt!"

Brittany also removed her top.  Her own bra was silk and, in she hoped, provided more support during a long standup was.  When Brittany fought with fists in Tallahassee, she would retreat home to undress and find the bra witlres had left creases in her chest.

"Battle scars," she would console herself saying.  "If the other girl had punched me there, she coulda broken skin."

Although in catball groundfighting, women had no reservations about targetting boobs, the same was not true or customary in standup fistfights.

All energy and effort was directed at the face.

Taylor's Mom and Brittany, in their bras, approached each other.

"Fuck her up, Mom."

Their glares communicated pure hated.

To be continued.....

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Taylor's Mom, as well, was attempting to mask her apprehension about the imminent battle, ..... and its brutal tactics.

In the final year of her marriage, as her husband was consummating his flirtation with Brittany, Taylor's Mom was able to afford a full-time Albanian personal assistant, the alluring Katara.  Katara had professional bodyguard skills, and trained Taylor's Mom in the fundamentals of personal self-defense.  Including showing Taylor's Mom how to form a fist .... and how to throw a punch.

Taylor's Mom and Katara had sparred a couple of times with bare fists.  Even in those brief sparring sessions, Taylor's Mom and Katara had bruised each others' faces noticably, with Taylor's Mom eliciting questions at work as many as three days later at work about the shiners on her face.  Her coworkers knew Taylor played lacrosse, so Taylor's Mom lied and said that she had received an errant lacrosse ball from her daughter.

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As Taylor's Mom and Brittany began punching each other in the face from close quarters, the living room reverberated with a sickening bone-on-bone snapping sound, as each punch found cheek- and jaw-bone on each MILFs face.  Each woman was torn with conserving energy for the best-2-of-3-falls contest into which they had been lured, versus the desire to not be on the wrong end of a 40%/60% divvying up in punches thrown.

So, the fight had more movement than either ideally wanted.

And more chaos.

And more violence.

The violence of the bareknuckles fistfight manifested itself first on each MILF's thick wavy hair.  What had started as well-groomed structures on each beautiful face was now mangled brillo pads dangling and covering first zheir foreheads, then their eyes.

And in Brittany's case, her long, blonde curls were covering her nose and getting into her mouth, interfering with her breathing.

And yet both women showed no sign of giving .... or receiving .... mercy.

Jordyn, and the Dak Prescott fangirl, were transfixed at the sight of a fistfight the likes of which they had never witnessed.  They wrre caressing each others' breasts, getting more aroused by the minute.  They wanted to kiss each other, but didn't want to miss a single second of the brawl.

> Kick her ass, Mom.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Taylor's Mom, whose name was also Taylor, was named for the 1960s-1970s historical fiction author Taylor Caldwell.  Taylor Caldwell, contrary to many readers' first impression was a female writer.  She was steeped in the Classics, especially ancient Rome.

Taylor's Mom's Mom, who was not named Taylor (she was named Rose, for St Rose of Lima), read Taylor's Caldwell's book 'Pillar of Iron', a book about Cicero.  The book had illustrations, probably not sanctioned by Taylor Caldwell, including two female gladatrices fighting with weapons in the Roman Colosseum.

When Taylor's Mom was cleaning out her own Mom's place, when her Mom needed to be put into a nursing home, saw the illustrations, on color plates, of the attractive Roman fighting, presumably to the death.

Taylor's Mom was transfixed .... and transformed.  She immediately thought of the girlfights at Lido Casino.  The Lido Casine fights weren't to bilogical death ... but they were to scial death.  Losing of those fights was mortifying.

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Taylor's Mom reflected that she had been holding back on Brittany for the past 18 months:
> Holding back on Brittany when Brittany began sleeping with Taylor's Dad,
> Holding back on Brittany that day Taylor's Mom and Brittany walked in on Jordyn and Taylor fighting over their common prom date,
> Holding back of Brittany when Taylor's Mom's house was repaired from hurricane leak damage and she stayed at Brittany's, and
> Holding back on Brittany here today, with Jordyn watching the 2 MILFs fight.

Taylor's Mom decided it was time to stop holding back  Brittany had been practically asking for what Taylor's Mom had long wanted to do to her.

With Brittany pinning Taylor's Mom, Taylor's Mom reached up and scratched Brittany in the face.  Taylor's Mom's fingers made long raking motions from Brittany's forehead to her jawline.   Taylor's Mom then clutched Brittany's cheeks, and kneaded the flesh in her hands, leaving windburn-like bruises on Brittany's face. 

Brittany's released her grip on Taylor's Mom's hair and clenched Taylor's breasts and made long raking motions in circular twirls, twisting and pulling as hard as unevenly she could. 

Jordyn, watching the gloves finally come off in the MILF catfight, felt long waves of release erupting from her entire midsection.  She mounted the face of the Dak Prescott fangirl, and positioned her erect clit to be directly in the mouth of her willing partner.  Jordyn felt her partner's catfight partner tongue covering her clit, and felt cum being ejected into her partner's mouth.  The orgasms became uncountable and began to feel endless.

Brittany, too, was cumming from being in a dominant position in a pin.

And Taylor's Mom came from the release of damaging Brittany's face, a face she now realized had been tormenting her for 18 months.

Jordyn's orgasms subsided first, but dhe still craved contact, and mounted and kissed her football fan partner, who willingly returned Jordyn's kisses with an open mouth.

Brittany and Taylor's Mom inspected the extensive damage they had done to each others' flesh, and the release it had provided them  Brittany lay more gently and began kissing her rival gently on the both.  Taylor's Mom did not resist her kisses.

The 4 women kissed for another hour.

To be continued.....

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Taylor's Mom had it worst in the 2 weeks after the 4-woman Saturday afternoon catfight.  As expected, Jordyn broke up with Taylor's Mom and returned to UF for partying and studying, apparently unimpacted by her monrh-long affair with the Gulf Coast MILF.

That's what hurt Taylor's Mom the worst.  She had been jilted twice in a year (first by her longtime husband, and then by her younger protegee), and neither sermed to miss the confident MILF.

Jordyn's Mom, Brittany, was hurt by Jordyn's happy-go-lucky retutn to school as well.  Brittany had always asdumed that when the gloves finally came off between her and Taylor's Mom, that she, Brittany, would wreak a horrible vengeance on her rival, Taylor's Mom.  But instead, their fight had been an inconclusive draw, or at best a split decision in Brittany's favor.  Brittany's face still showed signs of a fierce battle two weeks later, and Jordyn hadn't thanked her mother for a long-requested beating being put on her own rival's Mom.

Was Jordyn not expressing gratitude because she was disappointed in Brittany's fight performance?

Or was Jordyn just a stereotypical ungrateful daughter ('sharper than a serpent's tooth,' as King Lear lamented)?

Either possibility was too painful for Brittany to contemplate.

So she staeted drinking her sorrows away.  A bad habit from her Tallahassee youth.

Because drinking just made Brittany sadder.

And it just made her horny as fuck.

So she's turn on her Facebook, go go YouTube, and watch girlfights.  Girls her daughter's age fighting each other in parking lots and school hallways and parks.

And masturbating to it for hours at a time.

Until she passed out.

And then had wet dreams of Jordyn's fight with Taylor.

What a vicious fight that was.

It was heaven.

To be continued.....

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Back in Gainesville, Jordyn bemoaned her decision to party for two years at UF before applying to the Ivy's.  To start with, the rigorousness of UF, while strong, was not as deep as what Ivy League freshman survey courses covered.  Especially if you were not in the Honors College, which Jordyn had missed the deadlines to apply for.  Secondly, college housing was all about connections, and Jordyn as a junior would be lagging behind her peers in the regard.  Thirdly, the partying scene at UF had still not recovered from the pandemic.  The low male-female ratio played to the males' advantage--and they full well knew it and leveraged it; and vaping was everyone's idea of a fun time, not drinking.  The parties were candidly nothing special.

So Jordyn felt jealous of Taylor getting a head start on her at Princeton.

Jordyn's suitemates noticed, both by visual eavesdropping and by her search history, Jordyn cyberstalking Taylor's accounts and citations.  They did an intervention one night as a group.

> Jordyn, a group of us were talking, and ..... we just wanted some info--who's this Taylor chick up a Princeton you .... follow?

> Yeah ..... is she like an ex?  A crush?

> Definitely NOT a crush.

> Ok, cool.

> Who IS she then?

> She's 2 things to me.  Hear me out before you judge.

> Promise.  No judging.

> First .... the same boy each took us to our senior prom.  Different proms, different schools .... but the same boy.

> Oo.  That's rough.

> Ya, ouch.

> Two.  Her mom came on to me.  She made me have video phone sex with me.

> Did you .... feel threatened?

> No.  Just embarrassed.  And foolish.

> Jordyn, she had no right to make you feel that way.

> Do you need us .... to help you report her?

> Report her to who?

> Well ... your parents to start .... if you're comfortable.

> I'm not.  Please don't tell anyone.

To be continued.....

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Jordyn realizes her plan to spend 2 years in Gainesville and then transfer to Princeton or Yale had a glaring hole in it:  the finances.  And not so much the tuition and fees, but the travel and housing.  Housing costs in desirable areas, such as college towns (Princeton, NJ; New Haven, CT; even Ithaca NY) have skyrocketed during the pandemic, and Jordyn has not established a "base of operations" or a network of housemates in any of those areas.  She can't afford to move to those areas, nor to stay there for two years.

She briefly considers just finishing her 4 years in Gainesville, and doing an Ivy for her Masters.  But she can't stand the thought of the juxtaposition of:
Taylor, Princeton '25
Jordyn, Florida '25.

She needs to take a stab at an Ivy.  By getting a lump sum settlement.  From Taylor's Mom.

First, Jordyn calls her Mom Brittany.  To explain her plan to her.  And to ask her for a good lawyer.

> Mom.  I have an important question for you.  Can we talk?  [Jordyn and Brittany realize it's been years since they've had an actual phone call.  Texting has taken over everything.]

> Oh, hey babe, I miss you.  You've been distant since .... well since the day you watched me fight Taylor's Mom.  You weren't .... disappointed .... on how I did that day, were you?

> Oh, Mom, I'm sorry.  No, no, no, don't even think that way.  That fight was so .... raw .... so real ... I loved it.  I'm sorry, I got so into school .... school here, and applying for grad school .... Mom, I lost track of time .... [Brittany muffles her choking up at her daughter's pride in her fighting effort] .... but Mom that's actually why I'm calling.  Mom, I'm thinking about suing Taylor's Mom.  To pay for grad school.

> For her .... assaulting me??  [Brittany is intrigued by the idea of suing .... but doesn't want to be portrayed in public .... or to Taylor's Mom's ex-husband] ... as being a victim of Taylor's Mom's aggression.

> No, Mom .... for her pressuring me to have sex with her.

> [A long pause....] Jordyn .... DID she pressure you .... to have sex with her?  You were .... only alone with her during break, right?  I don't understand when .... you and her had sex.

> [Jordyn rolls her eyes .... this is gonna be a long conversation .... good zhing we're not texting] Ok, Mom,..... are we talking about In Real Life [texting's 'IRL' handles this concept better] .... or are we talking The Lawsuit?

> Well, both .... it's just .... baby, I care about you .... was Taylor's Mom ever ..... 'inappropriate' with you??? Baby, I need to know.

> [Jordyn has a pinge of regret of not creating the 'inappropriate' angle before arranging for Brittany to fight Taylor's Mom .... maybe their fight would have been EVEN MORE intense.]  Ok, Mom .... I was in control of the situation the whole time.  How do I say this?--I was playing HER .... she never played ME .... ok?  BBBUUUTTTTTT ..... because of our age difference.... that's not how it'll look to a jury.

> [Brittany feels a touch of pride at her daughter's maturity .... and deviousness ..... when did Jordyn get so .... mature???  Where did the time go??]  Ok, babe .... but .... if this goes public .... Taylor's Mom has been a pillar of the community for so long .... the local news channel will be all over the story.....

> [Interrupts her Mom] Wwwwwaaayyyy ahead of ya, Mom.  Taylor's Mom will do ANYTHING to keep this of the news .... She'll settle sssooo fast.

> Jordyn ..... how much of a settlement are you thinking?  Taylor's Mom's house had terrible hurricane damage .... and the divorce set her back....

> [Interrupts again....] I 500k for housing for 2 years of undergrad and then 4 years of grad school.  The lawyer will take a third, so I need a 750k settlement.  If we sue for a million, she might see that as a bargain.

> [Brittany feels badly that at 20 years old, Jordyn thinks with such calculating coolness .... and so cynically.]  Let me ask around for a lawyer, babe.

> I need to move fast, mom.  I'm not applying for these schools .... and asking for recommendations .... if this isn't gonna happen. 

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One week later:  a storefront attorney's office in Tampa.

Brittany waits in the lobby while Jordyn is interviewed by a young, blonde attorney names Wendy, and her paralegal.  Wendy is taking notes on a legal pad.

Wendy is questioning Jordyn.

> Now, Jordyn, if at any point, this inrerview is ..... triggering .... and you need a break, just speak up, ok?

> Yes, ma'am....

> Please, call me Wendy.

> Yes, Wendy.  And I won't be needing a break.  I've worked thru whatever trauma I had.  I want you to get what you need .... to approach Taylor's Mom.  And to settle with her.

> Ok, let's get the facts, first.  When .... and how .... did Taylor's Mom start approaching you?

> When her home was being repaired from Hurrican Ian damage.  My Mom, Brittany, had graciously taken Taylor's Mom into our home, even tho my Mom was living with Taylor's Mom's ex-husband.  I mean .... let's get real here .... how many women would be trying to build a new relationship with a partner .... and invite the partner's ex into her home?  I was at UF, and Taylor's Mom started emailing, then texting, then video calling me.

> Now, had you known her before this?

> Yes, I had.  I had been over her house.

> Oh, really?  For what .... purpose, may I ask?

> I had a catfight with her daughter.  Taylor the Younger.  She's the same age as me.

> I see.  You two had a catfight?  [Genuinely intrigued.]  Over what, may I ask.

> Taylor had allowed me to date her boyfriend for prom.  When the prom got extended into an overnight beach party, I wanted to set aside any anxiety Taylor might be having that I had any intentions with her boyfriend.  I thought the mature .... and safe .... thing to do would be to talk ground rules, like adults.

> But it didn't work out that way?

> It didn't.  Taylor denied my request .... which I didn't feel she had any right to do.  I guess neither of us had thought thru what would happen next if we couldn't come to an agreement.  We're both alpha's who always get our way .... we ended up fighting over him.  CATfighting over him.

> So, after this catfight .... Taylor's Mom must not have thought very fondly of you.

> Quite the opposite -- she and Taylor had been growing apart .... unlike me and MY Mom [smirks] ..... plus, I don't think she thought the boy was right for Taylor.  I think her crush onme started with the catfight.

> You say Taylor's Mom had a crush on you?

> I'm certain of it.  Her texts PROVE it.

> Did you save any of these texts?

> Of course.

> I'm going to need to see them.
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Wendy and the paralegal let Jordyn and Brittany go home.

> Oh ..... my . ...... Gawd.  The Jordyn is cool as a cucumber.

> Almost ..... sociopathic.

> Sociopathic ..... but ..... she actually put it on the line.  Oh my God, a catfight over a prom date???  Would loved to be a fly on that wall.

> So.... are we taking the case?

> Even if we lose .... we still win.

> How so .... Wendy?

> [Wendy undoes her skirt and puts her hands down it, rubbing herself gently.  She motions her her paralegal to do the same, which she does.]  Well .... for this.  The .... pleasure ... of hearing that girl spin a story.  [Within 3 minutes, Wendy and her paralegal are cumming in unison.]

To be continued.....

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Wendy and the attractive paralegal visit Taylor's Mom .... who has waived the presence of an attorney .... or any witnesses at all.  She has a feeling what this is over--the only real question is whether Jordyn will asserts assault or harrassment.  In fact ... she leads with exactly that question.

> So .... is the brat saying I attacked her physically .... or sexually?

> Sexually .... she states no physical fear of you.  [Muttering:  can't say I blame her.]

> What?

> Nothing .... oh, nothing.

> I heard what you said.

> And.

> When this is over .... you can try your lucky with me, hun.  Physically, I mean.

> We'll see .... if I'm bore I suppose.  Nevertheless .... are we going to depositions on this?  Or are you settling?

> What does the bitch want.

> Ssme as you're giving your daughter.  Room and board at an Ivy.

> How do I know she won't ask for more? 

> Keep away from her.  Forever.

To be continued...

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Taylor's Mom swallows what's left of her pride for an uncomfortable conversation, but one which Jordyn's (threatened) civil case and the impact on her finances, has forced her to have with Taylor.

> Hello?

> Taylor?

> Don't even recognize my voice anymore, huh Mom?

> That's a two-way street, darlin'  You can call.... email .... text .... anytime.

> Give me a reason I shouldn't hang up right now.

> [Shit.  I've fucked things up for so long with Taylor.]  SorrySorrySorry .... Taylor .... indulge me please ... I'm going thru divorce, you know that.  Something's happened.

> [Eyes roll.  Why is Mom such a Drama Queen?]  I'm listening, Mom. But I need to walk to class in an hour.

> This won't take an hour, Taylor.  Ssoooo ..... speaking of walking to class..... it sounds like you're still on campus ..... for your housing .... that's discouraged next semester, right .... don't girls get together .... rent an entire house??....

> I'm not much for girl-bonding.  Xou know that Mom.  I don't play nice in the sandbox with other girls.

> Taylor, I'm gonna be honest with you.  You're going to need to save on housing .... and meals .... next semester....

> [Interrupting] ..... Well?  How much are we talking???

> 90% sweetie.  More if you can.... Sweetie, the 529 is gone .... or, it's about to be....

> [Interrupting panickedly] MOM!!!!!  Did Dad take it in the divorce? Because I'll call him.....

> [Jealousy forces Taylor's Mom to release details she wasn't intending to...] Don't call Dad.  His step-daughter .... Jordyn .... took it....

> Jordyn?!?!?  Well, I'll just call him.  He won't pick HER over ME  [No man would, right??  RIGHT???]

> TAYLOR!!! Do NOT call him....

> Mom?  What aren't you telling me.

> I slept with Jordyn.  Lots of times.  She'll go public with it if I don't give her your 529.

> Mom??  Jordyn??  Why? And .... you're gay?

> I'm not gay.  And I don't know why I did it.  I'm not blaming you, BUT .. . I got jealous of how you were slipping away from me.  When she fought you .... when she started it .... it turned me on.

> MOM?!?!? I started the fight with her. ME!!!!! She came over to keep the peace with me.  I wanted to fight.  NOT HER!!!!  I MADE her fight me.

> Taylor?  Why did you never tell me that?

> Mom?  Why'd you never ask??

That night, Taylor's Mom is up in bed till 3am, picturing the day Taylor got Jordyn to fight her.

She masturbates harder than ever.

To be continued....

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As Taylor stewed in her dorm in Princeton, NJ , she finally had an awakening to the extent that Jordyn was usurping het life, her past, her future.

> Jordyn had stolen Taylor's high school boyfriend and prom date.

> Jordyn, and Jordyn's Mom Brittany, had stolen Taylor's Dad.

> Jordyn had undermined Taylor's relationship with Taylor's Mom.

> Jordyn had used the legal system to take Taylor's 529 plan and spend it on herself.

Jordyn had taken each step so patiently and so innocently that Taylor was like the lobster boiling in the pot of water without realizing it.  Until it was too late.

Taylor kicked herself for being such a fool.  Taylor was a counter-puncher in her chickfights, and she would start counterpunching now.

Right now.

And not over the internet. She needed to come at Jordyn hard on Jordyn's turf.  In Florida.

Taylor called her Dad and asked if she could visit him, in his home with Brittany, for Spring Break.  He said yes.

Taylor arrived the Saturday of the start of Spring Break.  Her Dad was working .... as usual ..... so Brittany picked Taylor up at the airport.

Brittany couldn't figure out what Taylor was "up to" .... she knew Taylor was self-centered and spoiled, and only worried about Taylor--she was under no illusions there.

But, still, thought Brittany, it was nice to have a college coed staying a week.  Brittany missed her own daughter Jordyn.  Taylor was a nice temporary replacement.

> You don't need to call me 'Mom'.  Brittany is fine.

> Thank you.  For the offer, and for broaching the topic.  I don't want things to be awkward between us.

> I don't either, Taylor.

> Thank you, Brit.

> [That was odd.]  I thought I said 'Brittany'.

> Oh, I'm sorry.  Is 'Brit' too informal?

> [Is she testing me already?  She's a feisty one.]  Let's .... try it .... see how it goes, ok?

> I'd like that.  That's what I'm hoping this week will be.  Trying things.  Seeing how they go.

Taylor sure wasn't fucking kidding about that.  She gets home, unpacks, showers .... and walks around for two hours in a bath towel.

Is she trying to seduce me?, wonders Brittany.

Because if she is .... it's fucking working.

Brittany pretends to pee ..... but masturbates herself in the bathroom.  She hoping the release will end the sexual tension oozing between her and Taylor.

It doesn't work.

Taylor goes into the same bathroom to pee.  She comes out.

> Brit .... did you just masturbate in there?

> [Blushes] ....How did you know?

> I can smell it.

> I'm sorry .... that was ...  impolite .... uncivilized ... of me .... please don't tell your Dad.

> [Taylor removes the towel and sits on Brittany's lap] .... it wasn't impolite ...  It was sexy as fuck .....

> It was?

> Hell yeah.  Kiss me.

Brittany and Taylor begin intensely making out on the couch ......

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

As Brittany and Taylor recover in bed from their intense lovemaking session, Brittany reflects on the two ways Taylor and Jordyn's generation has advantages over the genereation of ... herself ..... and of Taylor's Mom.

> Academically, Taylor and Jordyn were thrown into into topic 5 years sooner than her own generation.  They were learning algebra, chemistry, physics in 5th and 6th grade.  Brittany's generation was expected to pick a college major with no knowledge of what kind of work or content was even involved.  Taylor and Jordyn, by contrast, could (and did) earn college credit from their bedrooms in high school.

> Speaking of their bedrooms, Taylor and Jordyn's generation was doing something else there.  Watching adult content on the internet on their cellphones, and sharing it with each other.  Then making their own adult content, and sharing it with each other.  No wonder Taylor was so good at seducing her Dad's new girlfriend .... she had probably watched it a hundred times on her cellphone.

Brittany and her childhood Tallahassee friends hadn't sat around playing coed touch football .... and getting into catfights .....into their 20s because that's what kids enjoyed doing.  They did it out of boredom.  Out of lack of alternatives.  Out of lack of awareness of alternatives.

Taylor and Jordyn had alternatives.  The world was their oyster.

> Taylor .... you're so smart.

> Thanks, Brit.  [kiss]

> And you're so sexy. 

> Aww, thanks.  [kiss]  But you're sexy, too.

> You won't offend me if ghe answer is yes .... but did you fuck me to make Jordyn jealous?

> [More serious kiss]  A girl can do things for more than one reason.

> Are you and her gonna fight again?

> I sure hope so.

> [kiss]  I hope so too.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Taylor's decision to begin an affair with a woman of a completely different generation was a product of her first 2 years of experience at Princeton.

To wit:  when Taylor was applying to colleges, popular wisdom was that her generation was immersed in 'Hookup Culture'--random, frequent one-night stands .... or even quickies .... with each other, such that relationships became unnecessary, and even passe.

And Hookup Culture may, indeed, have been a thing from 2005 to 2015 or so.

But by the arrival of the 2020s, even before the pandemic, Hookip Culture .... and almost every form of sex .... was a distant memory for college students.  They were as chaste as seminary pledges.

Taylor had a theory of what had caused this change.  The ready availability of online porn ..... and near-porn .... made it all-to-easy for boys to get off without interacting with girls.  And many did so.  Taylor could hear then thru the walls of the Princeton dorms.  (And would masturbate in unison with them.)

But masturbating wasn't fulfilling enough to the sensual Taylor.  She needed actual human-on-human touch.

So she sought out Jordyn's mom Brittany.

First, to experience sex with Brittany.

And, soon, .... to experience a catfight with Jordyn.

Yo be continued.....