Note:Previously, my "heroine" mother was called Karen, because I do know a muscular Karen Kwan. :p Also, the alliteration's nice.
But then, since I made the daughter Dahlia... the more I thought about it, the more I liked a floral naming theme. So, with this continuation (and thanks to all for reading and appreciating), I am retconning the name! It shall be Camellia and Dahlia Kwan, possibly the most muscular Asian mother-daughter pair in Santa Clara. Or are they...?
Here was the first series:
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=82246.msg578154#msg578154**
For months after their bitter, brutal battle to the finish, Dahlia and Sylvia do not meet or speak with each other, via any channel. Sylvia posts a photo of herself on Instagram: a back view of herself standing on a balcony during sunrise, wearing only tiny thongs, flexing her arms. Taken by her mother, obviously. The accompanying caption says, “The muscles of a true champion – Mom and I know who REALLY won.” But she doesn’t tag Dahlia, and Dahlia gives no sign of having seen it, even though she has.
Likewise, Dahlia posts a gym picture of herself and her mother Camellia – arms around each other, beaming in midriff-baring tank tops as they each flex their free arms – she captions it with: “Always getting stronger together. I’m a winner because of you, Mom. #bestmomintheworld #strongestmom”. Neither Sylvia nor Sheila take the bait, and no hot-tempered messaging conversations take place between the two families. As far as anyone else can see it’s all just benign, wholesome mother-daughter fitness posting.
But behind the scenes…
A terse message comes in one afternoon, from Sheila to Camellia. "We need to talk."
It spoils Camellia's entire day. She finishes the rest of her work day in a distracted state, then comes home to find her daughter already waiting. "Hi, Mom."
"Hi, honey."
They share a kiss. Camellia shows her daughter the text.
"This is it. The next challenge," Dahlia says quietly.
Camellia nods, feeling her heart thud with anticipation. They sit down together on their couch. With Dahlia's hand supportively caressing her thigh, Camellia texts back. "What about?"
The reply is immediate -- Sheila has probably been waiting all day. "Our rematch. I want to beat your weak ass again and make it mine."
Camellia considers her response for a moment, then replies. "I will never back down from a challenge from you. When, where and how?"
"First let's talk," comes the next message. "Face to face. Coffee this Saturday afternoon." They name a place and time -- a popular cafe downtown.
Camellia looks up to meet Dahlia's shining eyes. "She has no idea what she's in for," Dahlia says adoringly. Her fingers squeeze her mother's hardened thigh muscles. Her arm rubs fondly against Camellia's muscular uppper arm.
Within these few months, they have been working out together harder than they ever have. Both women are now as strong and muscular as they have ever been, with broad solid shoulders and thick wide backs. Dahlia is particularly proud of her mother's lean, striated chest, although her own pecs are fuller and fleshier. Their thighs are so well-developed now that neither can wear skinny jeans comfortably. Their arms look big and powerful. Overall, Camellia is still leaner and slighter of frame than her daughter, but this is the biggest she's ever been in terms of muscle mass.
Dahlia frowns. Something in her mother's gaze is off. "What's wrong, Mom?"
"I don't know if I can beat her," Camellia says softly.
"Of course you can!"
But Camellia shakes her head slowly. "I've been outmuscled by Sheila every single time, in every way. She's... just so big. And strong."
"It's only been a few times so far," Dahlia protests weakly. She takes her mother's hands in her own, squeezing tight. "You can beat her. Especially if I'm there for you. I know you can do pull through. You can win, like you helped me win," she says fiercely.
Camellia strokes her daughter's cheek lovingly. "I'm so proud of you for winning your duel," she says fondly. "You were magnificent. But I really don't know if I can do it too. And... honey..." She gives a small sigh. "I'm 52 this year. I think this is my physical peak. This is as strong and fit as I can get."
"You're always going to be strong and sexy."
"I know you'll always think so, honey. And I'm proud of where I've gotten, with your help."
Their workouts at home now involve Dahlia giving her mother a constant "boost" with hands and mouth. Dumbbell shoulder presses, for example, are done with Camellia sitting atop Dahlia's face with dumbbells in hand. Spotting Camellia for squats, to Dahlia, means rubbing her mother's clit and nipples from behind, giving her the strength to always eke out something extra. Training each other like this has allowed them to achieve tremendous progress.
"I'm proud, don't think I'm not," Camellia says. "But this is my limit. I can feel it in my bones. It's all downhill from here. If I don't win against Sheila this time... I think I may never beat her. And that'll be it. She'll always be the better, stronger woman."
"Never."
"It's the truth," Camellia says gently.
"Never!" Dahlia kisses her mother fiercely, tearing up as she does so. When she breaks off she says in a small voice, "Maybe she'll win. But she'll never be better than you."
"Stronger, then."
"We'll see. I believe in you, Mom. You can win."
You have to win, Dahlia thinks to herself as they embrace and start kissing a bit more sensually...
The Kwans and the Steeles meet at the cafe, exchange curt nods, find a table in a quiet corner, and sit. All four of them are attracting covert and not-so-covert looks from passers-by and the other patrons -- four women sitting together in varying combinations of halter tops, muscle tees and spaghetti-strap tank tops, each sporting a physique to put bodybuilders to shame.
"You're looking fit, Camellia," Sheila says, with a small smirk playing about her lips. Her inverted halter top showcases her massive shoulders and arms perfectly. She is the picture of a champion strongwoman competitor, and she knows it, as she sits smugly with folded arms resting casually on the table.
Across from her, Camellia coolly replies, "You look fit as well, Sheila." She meets Sheila's gaze steadily.
Beside them, Dahlia and Sylvia can barely conceal their mutual animosity, glaring at each other and clenching fists visibly. "You know I was the real winner," Sylvia mutters.
"Winners don't get KOed, last I checked," Dahlia says.
"You were practically dead on your butt. You just didn't know you were already defeated."
"Maybe because I wasn't? I beat you fair and square, Sylvia." Dahlia's eyes narrow. "I was the stronger daughter. And I have the stronger mother."
Sylvia's lips curl. "Well, we're gonna see about that, aren't we, Mom."
"Yes, dear." Sheila leans forward slightly. Camellia doesn't back away. "I still remember our last woman-to-woman match very well, Camellia. I replay it in my mind all the time. So does my daughter. You've given us both many, many good, strong orgasms, Camellia."
Camellia makes no reply to that. Her jaw tightens. Dahlia flushes, but says nothing.
"I think it should become a fine family tradition for us. We should make this regular. You and me, a few times every year. Every season. And each and every time will end the same way... with you bowed down, dominated, subjugated, worshipping my superior muscles, while your girl pays tribute to my superior pussy." Her voice has gone low and husky as she paints this mental image.
"No. I'll have to decline, I'm afraid," Camellia says dryly. "I think we both know it, Sheila. You and I aren't getting any younger. We both probably have just one last duel left in us."
"Maybe you feel that way, but I sure don't," Sheila laughs, leaning back in her chair and stretching her arms behind her. She grins, knowing how she looks as her muscles ripple all over her body. Sylvia gives a small squeal of delight and wriggles in her seat. There is now not a single pair of eyes within a twenty-foot radius not fixated upon their table, even though no one is close enough to hear what they're talking about. "I feel like I could keep doing this forever!"
"Must be the steroids. Don't lie," Dahlia snaps, as Sylvia opens her mouth indignantly. "We know you're on PEDs."
"What gave it away? Our superior physiques?" Sylvia chuckles meanly. "So what if we are? Just means we're stronger and better than you."
"Just means that I beat you even though you cheated."
"You..."
"Hush, dear. Not too loud. And leave it. Don't mind their yapping," Sheila says. She fixes Camellia with a glare, which Camellia returns. "Whether or not we've used steroids, you know that I could always beat you at any physical contest, Camellia. You know it, I know it. There's exactly one time you two beat us two, and that was the tug-of-war which was a total fluke. The grass was slippery on our side, or something, I don't know."
"My daughter clearly beat yours. She outmuscled and outlasted your Sylvia. That's a fact, Sheila, and denying it just makes you look weak. And childish."
Now anger flashed clearly in Sheila's eyes. She leaned forward again, so that her breath could be felt against Camellia's face. "What-fucking-ever. My girl will trounce yours in the rematch. Now we're talking about you and me, Camellia. I've been waiting to go again with you. And I'm glad, Camellia, sweetie. I'm glad to see you looking so buff, packing more muscle than you've ever packed. I'm still bigger and better than you. I'm still going to dominate you, and whoop your ass in front of your darling daughter. And this time... let's raise the stakes. My girl and I recently got one of those double-ended strap-on harnesses, you know? When you wear it, one end goes into your pussy. Winner uses that on loser. Winner fucks loser to her heart's content. Deal, Camellia?"
Tight-lipped, Camellia gives a single, firm nod.
Sheila breaks out into a broad smile. "Good. I'm gonna be fucking you every holiday, you better believe it."
"No. Just once. This rematch is our last. Once and for all. We'll see who's the better woman."
"Once and... you really are serious, aren't you."
"You know I always am."
Sheila looks disappointed. Then she glances over at Dahlia, who cannot help gnawing her lip anxiously, and brightens up. "All right then. Once and for all. Guess your libido's peaked. And besides... we have our girls to keep going on our behalf. The next generation, right, sweetie?" she says, addressing Dahlia. "Sylvia will love pounding your pussy on the holidays."
"You mean the other way around, Aunty," Dahlia replies sweetly. "And I'll make sure I let you lick her juices off the strap-on after I'm done with her."
The Steeles glare in wide-eyed shock at Dahlia's audacity, and even Camellia gasps a little.
Then Sylvia starts chuckling in disbelief, and Sheila starts smiling as well. "Didn't know you had it in you. We're gonna have so much fun, Dahlia honey. So much fun!" Sylvia laughs breathlessly.
"If you're serious about not doing this anymore, Camellia, that's a real pity," Sheila says ruefully. "I like what we have. But at least your daughter's got more spirit than you. This will be good, this thing we have going on. This will be really good."
Camellia is outwardly calm but inwardly still reeling a bit from what her daughter just said. This is her daughter's choice -- to become thoroughly embroiled in this strange family fitness feud that came out of nowhere -- and she will always support Dahlia fully, but...
Oh honey, she thinks,
do you know what you're really in for?"So, it's settled then. You and I, one last time. Whoever wins is..."
"... the stronger, better mother," Sheila finishes for her. "And we seal it with a good doggy-style, plus whatever else Sylvia and I can think of."
"Dahlia and I will think of things for you two as well. What are the terms?"
Sheila smiles. "You're gonna love this..."
How will Sheila Steele and Camellia Kwan battle? How will they compete in their final duel?