[sinclairfan]

One dangerous angle of being the arranging Mom in a daughter-vs-daughter catfight is that it's hard to take off your Mommy hat; meaning, you start to do things to protect your daughter's safety which you wouldn't do if you, say, "had a friend's back" in a regular catfight.

That danger played out in my and Brandi's fight against Kari and Sherry.

What I mean is.....

Remember how, earlier in the night, before Brandi and I saw the Instagram post of Kari-Sherry's backyard cookout, Brandi and I were going to order take-out pizza?

Remember how never got around to ordering the pizza?

So....Remember how Brandi and I hadn't eaten all day and night since splitting a bagel for breakfast.

Well.....the Mommy in me realized that Brandi must be famished by now.

And I wanted to get food in her before all the restaurants and drive thru's closed for the night.

Because the Mommy in me couldn't bear to put Brandi to bed without a full belly.

I had already been that way with Brandi, babying her and wanting all her basic needs met.  All the Mom's out there will understand.

So I told Brandi to let go of Kari's wrists.  I told her to gather our things--our stripped clothes, our shoes, our purses from the back lawn....shit I hope my car keys are still in my purse.

Once Brandi and I decided to exit Kari and Sherry's house, the rest was a blur. 

Except for one part.  I felt the need to do at least one thing that Kari would notice.  To make her never forget that my daughter and I had beat up her and her daughter in a fight.

In Kari's kitchen, she had a bowl where she kept keys, spare change.... and miscellaneous jewelry like bracelets and necklaces and earrings and rings.

I took the jewelry.  It's not where she kept her expensive stuff--just stuff she could throw on to look nice for grocery shopping or neighborhood gossip.

There was a packet of post-it notes and a pen in the bowl.  I scribbled a quick note

Dear Kari,
Thank you for the opportunity for my daughter and I to prove tonight that we are better women than you and your bitch daughter WILL EVER DREAM OF BEING.  I took your jewelry, bitch.  If you and your slut daughter want it back, COME TAKE IT FROM US, BITCHES.  You know where we live.  Pam and Brandi"

I got so horny leaving that note for Kari.

I took a bunch of kitchen plates from her cabinet....and smashed them to smithereens on her kitchen floor.

As well as some wine glasses....and smashed them on the counter.

Good.  She and Sherry will be finding shards for weeks.

It will remind them that my daughter and I beat them in a mother-daughter 2on2 catfight.

I wanted to think of more things to do to destroy Kari's kitchen.

But my daughter and I could her Kari and Sherry comforting each other upstairs.

> Let's get out of here, Mom.

I loved Brandi calling me "Mom".  I felt so close to her.  So bonded.

So proud of what a vicious catfighter she was.

I hug Brandi.  She hugs me back.  She whispers to me:

> These two are such bitches. I hate them.

> Thank Gawd we beat them.  Even with my hurt collarbone.

More noise from upstairs.  Kari and Sherry are gonna be pissed when they see what I did to their kitchen.

We run outside.

Thank goodness my car keys are in my purse.

Brandi and I run to my car.  It starts.

We go to a Culver's drive thru.

We're both famished and thirsty.

Beating up a Mom and her daughter is hard work.  And exhausting.

We get out of the car and strip, ding into our swimming pool.

> Shit, Brandi.  I have cuts and scratches everywhere.

> We both do, Mom.

> .......

> Was it worth it?

> Beating up Kari and Sherry?  It was worth every second.

Brandi and I dry off and go inside.

We collapse into Brandi's bed, hugging.

Brandi's cellphone is buzzing.  We look at her texts.

> Brandi:  you fucking bitch.  You are A DEAD FUCKING BITCH.  Sherry

I look at my cell.  No messages.

I start typing:

> Kari--It's Pam.  Please tell Sherry to stop threatening Brandi.  If you two have a problem with her or me, then be a woman, and go thru ME.  Got it?

I click send.

We wait for a reply.

One comes.

> You can count on it, Pam.  You fucking bitch.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

In the past, when my daughter Brandi was in morning-after recovery mode from a catfight, I had practiced a deliberate obtuseness.  She needed to learn to fight her own battles.  But more importantly,,I wanted any victory (and, her fights were basically always wins) to be exclusively hers--I didn't want Brandi's rival to be able to claim that Brandi's mom Pam had ganged up on the defeated woman.

But last night's 2 on 2 fight was different.  To start with, Kari and I had instigated the girlfight:  Brandi and Sherry weren't even aware of each others' existence until Kari and I "introduced" them. 

But more importantly, Kari and I become engaged in the fight, so that many of Brandi's wounds and cuts and scrapes had some from Kari.

Had this been Kari's intention all along?  Did she want to WATCH a fight last night?  Or to be IN ONE?

And, finally, the elephant in the room was:  was Brandi's fight and mine with Kari-and-Sherry even over?  We had texted each other last night, practically inviting each other to try our luck in a rematch.

This went against everything I had experienced in girlfights.  Usually, having it out with another woman de-escalated the tensions which had built.  But the tension between my family and Kari's couldn't be higher at the moment.

Brandi send I wonder what Kari and Sherry felt about the damage we left in the kitchen.  Brandi and I were cleaning each other up.  But Kari and Sherry had to clean each other up.  AND their family house.

Would they want to do the same to our house now?  To force us to clean it?

Brandi and I were afraid to leave the other alone at home.  If one of us was abused alone by Kari and Sherry, would they attack us 2on1.  Or would one watch as the other fought me or Brandi?

Kari was such a bitch.  She knew about my collarbone injury.  Did she care before that I couldn't fight her 1on1?  Even if she cared before, did she care now?

And Sherry....she was such a good fighter.  The first woman who my daughter and I came across who could hols her own with my daughter.  I was jealous of Kari that she raised a daughter who could fight so well.

Kari...who years earlier had encouraged Sherry to have Wednesday afternoon Early Dismissal catfights in their backyard.  Dozens and dozens of fights.

The payoff was happening now.  Sherry was a hellcat in a catfight.

I wonder if as a Mom,,I maybe should haven been more hands-on in my daughter's development as a catfighter.

I wonder if that means Kari was a better Mom than me.

I'm so jealous of Kari.  All those afternoon, watching all of those catfights.

And having a daughter now who was so good at it.

What a bitch.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

Kari and Sherry didn't disappoint me.  They did to Brandi and me pretty much what Brandi and I would do to any mother-daughter twosome if the tables were turned.

The two bitches were banging at our front door the next morning at 6am.

I crawled out of bed, half-naked in lingerie, and saw Kari's angry face.  She immediately grabbed my wrists and pinned me against the door, allowing her daughter Sherry to enter past me and make a beeline to my daughter's bedroom.

I didn't like that Sherry was intimately familiar with the floorplan of my house.  Kari had betrayed my trust of her, from when she and I were friends and I had allowed her entry into my house.  She had coached her daughter on where to find my daughter and attack her in her bed.

I shrieked out to my daughter to warn her of the catfight she was imminently going to need to handle.

> BRANDI BRANDI BRANDI ..... GET UP GET UP GET UP..... Sherry is coming to fight you!!!!   <slap>

> [Kari slaps me hard in the mouth, so hard that I bite my own lip and beging bleeding.  I can taste iron in my mouth.]  Shut up, Pam, you dumb slut.  [Kari slams and locks the door behind us.  My Mama Bear instincts kick in.  My daughter and I are stuck in our house, needing two defend it against 2 angry bitches.  No one is coming to rescue us.]

I listen down the hall to the full scale catfight already in progress between Sherry and Brandi, as they shriek insults at each other.  I run to aid my daughter, but Kari trips me, then stomps on my back and heads to my kitchen.

I already know what she's going to do.

Kari starts open my cabinet, taking out bowls, dishes, glasses.

Anything breakable.  And she starts smashing them on the kitchen floor.

> STOP IT, YOU BITCH YOU BITCH YOU BITCH!!!!!  Stop destroying my home!!!!

> Fuck you, Pam, you dumb bitch.  I'm just doing what YOU DID TO ME!!!!

I get up and run at Kari.  She turns to face me just as I tackle her, grabbing her hair and ripping it out from the roots as hard as I can.  We land on the kitchen floor, side to side, our faces pressed together.

We are stalemate, and can hear our daughters fighting like banshees at the opposite end of the house.

> My daughter is double the woman your daughter is.  She's winning their fight.

> Fuck you, Pam.  Sherry is going to eat Brandi for breakfast.  THEN SHE AND I ARE BOTH GOING TO FUCK YOU UP.

> Fuck you, bitch.

We're both trying to get our breath back, and also listen to our daughters fight.  I smell wine on Kari's breath.

Our lips brush together.

We're both turned on by the sounds of desperation coming from our daughters' fight.

Our hands sink into each others' hair.  But we're using a caressing motion now, not pulling and tugging.

Kari's hair finds my pussy.

> You're fucking soaked, Pam.

> Put your fingers in, Kari.  [We tongue kiss]   I want you in me.

Kari and I tongue kiss hard on the kitchen floor.  Her thumb finds me clit and rubs me off to orgasm.  I want to screech out in pleasure, but stifle my shouts so that I can listen to Brandi and Sherry fighting to the hall.

I finish my orgasm. 

Kari tears her jean shorts off and mounts my face.

> Suck my pussy, Pam.  Please suck me off.  Please.

I get turned on by Kari begging me for sex.  I lick her hard while fingering myself.

We hear Sherry and Brandi slamming each other into the walls of my daughter's bedroom.

Kari and I come together.

We're in heaven.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

Although Kari and I were behind a locked bedroom door and therefore were unable to view the vicious catfight in progress between our daughters, it was clear from the screeches we could hear that MY daughter was winning.

I was so proud of my daughter.  She was clearly heeding my warnings to avoid Sherry's powerful cheerleading/ dancing legs and thighs. 

But I was also jealous of Kari.

Jealous that, during Sherry's high school years, that Kari had been THAT Mom.  The "cool neighborhood Mom" who would let the neighborhood girls gather at her house.  And in her yard.

And who wouldn't interfere if and when (say, on Wednesday early dismissal days) the girls decided to arrange fights.

Kari would watch the fights.

And if she noticed a girl continually losing fights, she would offer advice to the girl about what she was doing wrong.  What tactics she could deploy to have better results in her fights.

And then, to go back inside to her bed, and masturbate to the thoughts of the girls having fights in her backyard.

And watching her own daughter Sherry be the neighborhood Catfight Queen.

And sizing up which girls had the best chance to take Sherry's crown.

Well, right now, inside my own house, it was my own daughter Brandi taking Sherry's crown.

I yell thru the locked bedroom door:
> Kick the living shit out of her, Brandi!!!!!

> [Kari grabs me by my hair and hisses in my ear:] Shut the fuck up, Pam.  No coaching.

> Oh, shut up, Kari.  [I grab HER by the hair.]  You just can't face that my daughter is better than yours.

> Fuck you, Pam.  Sherry won their fight at MY house.

> Brandi is winning the fight at MY house.  [We yank each others' hair and moan loudly.  Brandi must hear us, because she yells out:]

> MOM?!?!?  ARE YOU OK?!?!?  Do you need me?!?!?

> Finish kicking the shit out of Sherry.  Then help me fuck up Kari!!!!  Just like we did at their house!

Kari and I throw each other on the floor and lock up in a catball.

We hear Brandi resume her ass-kicking on Sherry.

> Brandi and I are going to fuck you up, Kari.  I can't wait.

> Not if I fuck you up first, Pam.

> Try it, bitch.

Kari and I are already cumming in each others' arms.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

After I cum, I get jealous of all the backyard Wednesday afternoon Early Dismissal fights which Kari got to see over the years. 

When my own daughter Brandi was growing up, then graduated, she had a beautiful classmate named Janae.  Such thick, brunette, curly hair.

I normally preferred straight hair over wavy, and way over curly.  But Janae looked perfect in curly hair.  And smart as heck too.  Smart smart girl.

Damn I wanted her and Brandi to completely go at it.  To tear each other to pieces.

One day, I noticed Janae and Brandi weren't hanging out anymore.  Maybe Janae had a boyfriend.  She would have no trouble getting one, she was so beautiful.

I asked Brandi one day:

> Where's your friend Janae??

> [sullen silence]

> I haven't seen her lately.  Do you and her still hang??

> Janae's not my friend.

> Oh .... [disappointed] .....not ANYMORE? .... Or never were.

> Never were.

> Oh.... Because.... you and her were spending a lot of time together.

> [silence]

> Did I mis-read the 2 of you?....  Your relationship?

> Yes..... but so did I.

> Oh? ..... how so?

> Janae just wanted to fight me ..... she was hanging out to start a fight.

> Oh .... so.... did you?

> Did I what? ['Fes up, you bitch.]

> Did you and Janae fight?  [Hoping they did.]

> Yeessssss....  mom.  Gaaaawwwd.

> Oh.  You won the fight??  I hope??

> Mom.  I always win.

> That's not an answer.

> Do you WANT one?.....Well.

> [No.  No, I don't wanna know.  I don't wanna know who won Brandi's and Janae's fight....... I just wanna go to my bedroom and masturbate for 12 hours.]

I go to my bedroom and masturbate for the next 12 hours.

To the thought of Brandi and Janae catfighting.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

As I masturbate to the thought of Brandi and Janae "circling each other" for weeks, building ultimately to their catfight, lots of disparate events which took place in that time period start to make more sense.

> Janae trying to connect with me on social media.

> A beautiful brunette with thick curly hair being in the same grocery store as me.....

> .....and the same post office....

> .....and the same nail salon....

> ....and, ultimately, in our cul de sac.

I connect the dots now as to what had happened.  Janae was trying to figure out where Brandi lived.  But Brandi was "on the alert", and was accustomed to covering her tracks from her many years of dating married women.  So Janae used me to get to Brandi.  I suspected nothing.  And Brandi hadn't clued me in as to the growing rivalry between herself and Janae.

I wonder, as I finger myself, if Janae figuring out where Brandi lived is what caused their catfight to finally happen.

Such a shame ....

....such a shame....

....that their fight DID happen, and I didn't even get to watch.

I would have loved to watch Janae fight anyone. 

It would have been such a turnon to me.

I got turned on by her everytime I saw Janae following me at the store.

I wouldn't have minded fighting her myself.  After Brandi and her fucked each other up in a vicious catfight.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

I envied my daughter's generation .... and Janae's.  So many convenient methods to make it known to your friends .... and to each other .... that you wanted to fight each. 

You could lurk on each others' Instagram.

And then comment on each others' posts.

You could un-friend each other on Instagram.

Or friend each other on Snapchat, and wait for one to text the other.

You could block each others' texts.

Or un-block.  And then text each other.

My generation .... and Kari's had such fewer options.  And chunkier.

A landline call to each others' homes.  And hope against hope that you didn't get a busy signal.  Or each others' siblings.  Or parents. 

That seemed to never work out.  And it was expensive if you lived in different towns.

So, you'd try and find out what parties each other were going to every weekend.  And show up.  And maybe fight there.

If the party host's parents weren't home.

And if her friends didn't out number yours at the patlrty by, like, 7:1. Or else then you were walking into a rumble where you'd end up on the ground getting kicked.  Over and over.

It was still exhilarating.  Knowing that another girl wanted to fight you.

Still titillating and arousing.

But in your heart .... you knew the fight was never gonna happen.

But Brandi and Janae knew the opposite.  That they WOULD fight.  That it was just a matter of when and where.

Such a turnoff.

To be continued....

[sinclairfan]

After Brandi and Janae's showdown fight happened, and Brandi was trying hide her 'battle scars' from me, she used tricks which were obvious to me several months, and years, down the road, but which I somehow missed at the time.

A big one was Brandi's hair.  She tied it up in a swooping semi-ponytail type arrangement, but with strands hanging down the sides.  She claimed at the time she was having a bad day on her dye-job.  But I get it now that she must have been missing chunks from the crown, and was giving it time to grow back in, then eventually cut again.

It surprised me that Brandi and Janae's showdown had involved so much hairpulling.  Based on how they felt about each other, I would have expected full-on fists to the face.  Ot made me regret even more that I had missed watching their fight.

Also, though.....Brandi spent entire weeks wearing long sleeves, all the time, everywhere.  She claimed the air-conditioning in her office made her feel cold.  But that's what sweaters and hoodies are for.  She was wearing long sleeved blouses.

One time, when she was getting out of the shower at my place, I noticed long scratches raked down her back.  I assumed it was from bedtime fun with one of the executives she was bedding.  But no male executives has nails that long and sharp.  Those were Janae's doing.

That must have been a great fight to watch.

To be continued.....

[Janine_G]

I am not one to criticize an author, but did you take this in a totally different direction?  I was LOVING Brandi and Sherry.  Just felt it was so intense between them.


Please don't take this question in the wrong way--it's a great story, I'm just curious.

[sinclairfan]

I am not one to criticize an author, but did you take this in a totally different direction?  I was LOVING Brandi and Sherry.  Just felt it was so intense between them.


Please don't take this question in the wrong way--it's a great story, I'm just curious.

Point taken.  To answer your question, Pam is the narrator, and the story was following her stream of consciousness.  It's mainly her story.

But the vox populi has spoken.  Returning to Brandi-Sherry shortly.

[sinclairfan]

Having missed the visual and primal spectacle of Brandi fighting Janae, Pam was determined not to miss the current one unfolding in the bedroom next to her--the Brandi vs Sherry battle.

Pam asks Kari is Kari knows how to jimmy a locked interior bedroom door open.  Kari stands and goes over to her purse in Pam's kitchen [more on Kari's purse to come], and removes a nail file.  Kari takes the file and lines it up precisely with the groove in the door knob.  As if by magic, the bedroom door opens.  The two MILFs are treated to a deliciously violent scene.

The sheets from the bed are tangled inside out and upside down as if a Florida waterspout has made landfall in Brandi's bedroom.  The electronic and old-school contents of Brandi work desk are scattered in an impossible tangle of clutter underneath the desk.  Clothing is strewn everywhere.

The two daughters have been making use of every cubic inch of the bedroom in their mutual, zero-sum effort to attain dominance over each other.

And are not done yet.

Brandi and Sherry are locked in a kneeling catball, facing each other with firm grips on each others' thick manes of tangled hair.

The battle is still in progress.

Pam hasn't missed it.

She feels Kari come up behind her to fondle her breasts from behind.  She guides Kari's hand between her legs.

> Finger me, Kari.  Finger me till I cum.

> How close are you, sweetie.

> So close, Kari.  Please finish me hard.

> I want to, Pam.  Then you can do me.

> I want that, too.

> Your daughter is sssuucch a bitch.

> I know.  I warned you.

To be continued.....

[sinclairfan]

The 2 mom's marvel at the starkness of their daughters' semi-nude bodies struggling for supremacy on Brandi's bedroom floor.  Pam, after years and years  was finally witnessing, in real time, one of the brawls of her own daughter.  And in intensity and duration, it was more than compensating for the missed Brandi-Janae showdown of a couple of years ago.

Kari was also focusing on Brandi's body during this fight.  Last night, Brandi had thoroughly kicked Kari's ass while Pam was making love to Sherry.

Kari was still stung by the betrayal by her own daughter.

The agreed-upon plan was for Sherry to thrash the injured Pam, while Kari did the same to the younger Brandi.

But Sherry had flipped the script.

Or....was it Pam....was it Pam's sexiness that had seduced Sherry?  Kari wondered.

Kari was younger Tham Pam, and by rights should therefore be more desirable.

But what if Pam was?

Didn't Brandi want Kari at all, wondered Kari.

Even if Brandi is totally straight....don't even straight women get turned on by other women.

Especially one's who can fight?

To be continued...

[tommyfighter]

OMG, Sherry and Brandi are really going at it! This could take several more chapters.

[sinclairfan]

Kari's humiliation was only starting.

After a few more minutes of struggle, it was clear Brandi was the more energetic brawler on the ground.  Sherry was getting gassed.  And losing control of the fight.

And this wasn't a tactical conservation of energy by Kari's daughter.  On the Wednesday afternoon Early Release fights growing up, in Kari's backyard, she would frequently notice the more talented girlfighters locking their opponent in a clinch, and then not do much of anything, but just pause to catch her breath, and allow adrenaline to build and give her the sensation of a second wind.  Like a middle-distance runner slowing pace and building to a finishing burst.

But Sherry's demeanor was clearly different.

Sherry was not accustomed to losing fights.

So when she could tell a defeat might be looming, she got emotional.  Very emotional.  Sad.  Humiliated.

And, this morning, in Brandi's bedroom....Sherry was scared.  Very scared.

As she knew it was pointless to ask Brandi for mercy.

If Kari and Sherry had learned anything about Brandi these past two days, it was that Brandi was a ruthless bully.  Who walked the walk.  The Real Deal.

Someone not to be pinned by.

But Brandi was slowly snaking her way into a full mount of Sherry.  Schoolgirl pinning her ever-so-gradually, no doubt to mount her and the ground-and-pound her.

In the neighborhood Early Realease afternoon fights, Kari loved watching the ground and pound phase of the fight.

So decisive.  So satisfying.  One winner, one loser.

But she had never seen Sherry on the receiving end of a ground and pound.  It confused her.  Could this really be happening?

Should I interfere, she wondered?

Pam whispered in Kari's ear, My daughter is better than yours. The better woman.  Admit it, bitch.

Make me, you slut.

You know if my shoulder was healthy I would, you bitch.

Kari is torn.  She wants to attack Pam.  While Brandi is still finishing off Sherry.

But ..... she can't.

She wants to watch the end of the Brandi-Sherry war.

The best part.

The ground and pound.

Brandi starts hitting the fully prone Sherry in the face.

Kari watches.

To be continued....

[Janine_G]

This is amazing.   You are weaving a great yarn.