[cfight]

I would like to know if anyone has ever seen or heard of a fight between 2 mature women, late 40's and 50's.

Since most fights we hear about occur between women in their 20's and maybe 30's, I often wonder what about older (mature) women getting into a fight.

A few years ago my wife, who was 53, and a woman she worked with, she was 50, didn't like each other. Over a 2 month period they kept clashing with each other to a point where they just did not like one another. Then one day at a staff meeting the other woman made a remark to my wife and that was when things exploded. My wife jumped up and got right into the other woman's face and yelled at her. My wife's boss put his arms around her to hold her back and the other woman just backed off and didn't say a word. My wife said she made a fist and was ready to hit the other woman, if she had thrown the first punch.

Even though a fight didn't happen, luckily, I never thought a fight like this would ever happen.

Let us know if any of you ever heard of one. 

[Karen_48]

CFsupportor I hope you and I get the chance to go at it. Karen

[ROYALS22262]

Marie lives in the same condo complex as my friends sexy wife Nancy, and they were at the pool together there this past summer. Nancy's love of fighting and wrestling came up in conversation, and Marie was intrigued and wanted to take her on. Marie thought it was going to be a fun test of strength, but Nancy had other ideas. I was invited to come watch the fight on the following weekend, Nancy's husband was the only other person there to view it. Marie wore a tight white tee shirt and jean shorts with sexy size 7 bare feet, her toes decended evenly and were bright red. Marie was 48 at the time, 5'6 125 pounds with long brown hair and brown eyes, and she is fit from aerobics and swimming. Nancy, was 49, a year older, 5'8 140 pounds with short blonde hair and blue eyes, came down in a black bikini and black strappy sandals, and her toes were painted hot pink. Nancy pointed to her feet, and told Marie she would kiss and smell them when she lost, and slipped out of the sexy shoes, and as she did so she commented on how much Marie was going to enjoy their really stinky sweaty smell. Marie told her no way, and replied her butt was gonna get kissed and licked when she won. The battle started slow as they circled each other, Marie threw a left slap that connected to Nancy's ear, and Marie then dove at Nancy's feet. Nancy slipped away like a cat, and shot her left foot into Marie's side while she was on all fours. Marie tried to gather herself and get up, and Nancy shot a front kick into Marie's nose, that hurt her. Marie was very upset, as the kick was more fierce than she expected. Marie charged at Nancy's feet trying to tackle her. Nancy backed up and shot an axe kick down hitting Marie on the top of her head with the heel of her foot. This really dazed Marie, and Nancy followed with a flush side kick with her left foot into Marie's right cheek. Marie tried to punch back, but her attempts were nothing more than wild misses. Nancy connected with a left hook to her exposed chin. Nancy then saw another oppening and launched a straight right kick that smacked into Marie's mouth hard. Marie slumped on to the mat, Nancy kicked her in the face again, then Nancy grabbed her arms and stepped on her back with her sexy left foot and got her in a surf board hold, and stretched her arms. Marie fell flat on her face and screamed in pain. Nancy kicked her over on to her back, grabbed her arms, and planted her smelly sexy right bare foot flush in Marie's face. Marie tried to scream and breathe, but the sexy size 8 stinky foot really smothered her. Nancy stood there smiling, as Marie struggled beneath the very moist and sweaty blonde's foot. Her legs kicked and body quivered, but Nancy made sure that she saw nothing, and smelled nothing but her sexy foot. Marie rocked her face from side to side, but she couldn't get Nancy's foot off her face. Marie started to really weaken, and you could see that Nancy's foot was hurting and really dazing her badly, and she slowly passed out under the smell and pressure. When she awoke, Nancy sat swinging her sandaled right foot over her left leg and called Marie over. Marie crawled over, and without a word or resistance kissed Nancy's sexy wiggling hot pink toes. Nancy made her kneel at her feet taking deep sniffs of their strong vinegar and sweaty leather smell. Watching this woman bow at Nancy's feet, smell her toes, smell her sweaty foot sole, and then lick each of her sandaled toes was such an amazing turn on for me. Nancy just smiled and sat there like the queen she is, watching her victorious sexy feet get slowly worshipped and adored!!!

[ingritstepanek]

Hi, I'm 55 years old and still love to fight. Spontaneous fight never happened, I stepped back and arranged a lot of fighting and be nice to win for my husband and we are both very excited for it

[thirstybeermonster]

Sounds like Anne has been called out?

[DJP60]

"great shape for their ages" that sounds like a dis

[lumberjack66]

I think all catfights are pretty rare at all ages.  Probably more prevalent with younger women only because they drink and party more.  They also tend to directly compete more often for men.  I suspect arranged fights are more prevalent with mature women as they don't care as much about what other people think.  Most of the true catfights I have heard about in this age group are over men.  I think it is just natural.  To a lesser extent, it is over the workplace.

[JT Edson]

I have been in 3 spur of the moment fights against rival nurses from other hospitals. The rest of my matches or catfights have been arranged ones...Joann

I (and I am sure many others) would love to hear about your fights.

[rozczochrany]

It happened a few years ago, in the summer. My aunt fought with a neighbor in the backyard of the house. Both families live in house with a common staircase. Family neighbor lives on the ground floor and the family aunt on the floor. Both families were at loggerheads, and among women there have to fights. Both women were aged over 50, overweight and big breasts. Both women are short hair, permanent waving. My aunt is a little younger than neighbor. The women were dressed in skirts and T-shirts. The whole fight lasted about a minute. After a verbal insults, the women at once grabbed each other's hair. Each wanted to overturn rival to sit on her. They also used the nail to scratch the face of rivals. My aunt overturn her neighbor by the hair, and the two women slowly rolled down the grass pulling hair. The fight saw me, my cousin sister and the husband of neighbor. We cheer women. My aunt won only because when she sat on a neighbor, then the right hand let go of neighbor's hair and hit her with his fist in the eye and nose. There were three punches that ended the fight. A neighbor shouted a surrender and cried. Aunt stopped beating her. My aunt got up from the ground. After a while got up a neighbor. Both women had little torn out hair, scratches their cheeks and necks. A neighbor had a bloody nose and black eye the next day. Since then is also less quarrels, because the neighbor is afraid of my aunt, and before most quarreling these two women. Today, both women are about 60 years old.

[ThunderThighs]

I have had my fair share of disagreements with other mature women, some have ended up with us having to settle it in an unladylike manner.

[rozczochrany]

It was the first fight from the time my aunt when she was a teenager. Previously, she fought several times. But it was a few decades ago. I was a little afraid of her, and at the same time I was very excited. I believed that she would win because she was always very energetic woman.

I have had my fair share of disagreements with other mature women, some have ended up with us having to settle it in an unladylike manner.

I see that you like to fight. It is good that there are women like you. My guess is that you have won a majority of your fights. Tell us about them.

[JT Edson]

I have had my fair share of disagreements with other mature women, some have ended up with us having to settle it in an unladylike manner.

I would love to hear about your fights. Please share.

[M_H]

God I’d love to see you fight! Your so sexy. And look tough!!!!

[cfight]

IM in my  late 50s  and I still participate in matches  in fact am heading to Vegas next week   for one,, Im 5`4 118 36c fit and toned  enjoy  the  thrill of competition...

Good luck to you. What type of fighting do you like and what will be your attire?

[JT Edson]

Here's a fight I witnessed as a boy, it involved my friend's Mum and a neighbour and it later cost me my friendship with Carl.
I posted this many years ago so a few may remember it, for those who don't.......well hope you enjoy the read.


Late summer about 1976 and I was playing football (soccer) with my friend Carl, all was fine until I kicked his ball into this Woman's back garden, it was pure accident, nothing intentional about it.

The Woman who lived there just happened to be in the garden and before we could retrieve it came running down the path and said something like "I've told you before, little bastards ".

We both watched on helplessly as this bitch of a woman burst my mates ball with what looked like some small gardening tool, before heading back into her house.

My mate and I then went running off to tell his Mother, think his Mum's Christian name was Linda...but not 100% positive.
Mrs Poole I called her but for the sake of the story I'll refer to her as simply 'my friend's/mate's Mum' too many 'Mrs' otherwise.

I expected her to tell us to ignore it or even scald us for kicking it in the garden and for being a such a pain, but instead she surprisingly got up and marched toward that witch's house.

Whether it was bursting the ball or the swearing that enraged her, or both..I never did know but she was totally livid, and I remember her overreaction really shocked us.

I call this Woman 'The Witch' because it was a nickname we had for her at the time, I think her real name was Mrs Fell but again not 100% sure, this was a long time ago.....but for the sake of this story I'll call her that, fairly sure that was her name anyway.

I remember my friend's Mum stubbing a cigarette out quite aggressively in a ashtray...it's funny how you remember such insignificant detail from the past.

Now my friend's mum was in her late forties, could even have been fifties, again excuse my lack of exact detail in their ages but I'm fairly close.

She probably stood at about 4ft 7ish", curly Reddish blonde hair, his Mum was big breasted and had really pale completion, quite a pretty Lady.
I remember vividly what she wore that day, right down to the fine detail, it's imprinted in my head, such was the impact this day had on me.

Linda.....my friend's Mum wore a blue and white check shirt, a very short faded denim skirt, sheer black nylons and those heavy wooden Dr Scholl sandals (they were so popular in those days).

Now quite a few kids had gotten wind of what had happened and there were a trail of them ready to follow us, his Mum in front and us two, and the ever growing band of kids trailing behind, we were nervous as hell walking behind her and neither of us uttered a word.
We'd look quite sheepishly at each other and then bow our heads as we trailed behind.

Most of the gathering kids were our age but for one exception, Lee Brook was in his early teens and something of a trouble maker, he'd also had a 'run-in' with Carl's Mum in the past, bullying and foul language were just two of the reasons for her dislike of him, she'd warned him in the past and there was little love lost between the two, that was quite evident by the look Carl's Mum gave him as he coyly walked behind us.
Mrs Poole disliked him and he hated her, and this just added to the tension.
 
As we strode on my heart began racing ever faster, kids were whispering as they skipped and jogged behind us.
I also remember looking at his Mums legs and feet in those shiny black hose as she marched just a yard or so in front of me and on toward that house, there was a tiny scag or ladder on the heel of her nylons, again it's odd how you remember stuff like that, plus the fact her feet looked kind of large in those sandals, especially for a Lady.

When we finally arrived at Mrs Fell's house his Mum opened the rusty back gate and strode up the back path to the door, I remember the noise of those Dr Scholls clip clopping up that path.
We stayed safely at the bottom of the garden, as told too by his Mum, along with a load of other kids.
Lee Brook pushed us aside and climbed upon the rear garden wall for a better view as we all jostled for position.


She then started hammering on the Woman's back door for what seemed like an age, part of me felt huge relief thinking she might be out, but part of me feeling mortified at her not being there, I was shaking as well, by legs felt like jelly as his Mum kept hammering and shouting for that bitch to come out.

Shit, my heart was racing by now, I'd never felt so nervous.

Suddenly we saw the net curtain twitch, she was in !

Was she was pretending to be out ?  was she too scared to answer ?.

More and more kids starting joining us at the bottom of the garden and his Mum heard them say  "She's in, she's there"   as the curtains twitched again.

Unlike Carl and myself those other kids were getting quite animated, they were pointing and shouting to the window, screaming to Carl's Mum that she was there.
Lee Brook was whistling and shouting, he too was trying to get the witch to come out of hiding.

On hearing all that commotion his Mum took off one of her sandals and started banging even harder on that door, raising her voice and shouting

"Come out and face me...oye..get out here"

"I need to talk to you...NOW" ! "I know you're in there, open the bloody door" !

Finally after several more minutes of banging and loud demands from Linda the back door slowly opened and out nervously stepped the old cow that had burst the football.

I remember she looked much shorter than my friends Mum, about early sixties and dressed in a longer skirt, Black or Grey matching cardigan, I remember her sleeves were rolled up, she had dark brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, compared to my mates mum she was quite a flat chested Woman, I remember thinking his Mum had huge tits in comparison.

I can't recall hearing exactly what was said but suddenly my friend's Mum started wagging her finger in this woman's face and poking her finger in her shoulder, the other kids were shouting but we were silent, petrified but gripped.

Whatever was said at the time seemed to anger Carl's Mum even further and Mrs Fell seemed to step backward into the house.
 
His Mum then stepped forward and they disappeared inside the door for a brief time, we could hear them shouting and a few neighbours were out on their back steps looking to see what the noise was.

I remember the noise got louder inside the house, both raising their voices, especially Carl's Mum, then suddenly they reappeared and the pushing and shoving got more fierce as they again got even louder.

My freind's Mother looking so much the boss, she was definitely the one in charge, then suddenly it started...

I can't remember who actually struck first but they were suddenly pulling hair and screaming.
It was the first time in my life I'd heard a adult swear...the witch Mrs Fell kept saying fucking this...fucking that...

It looked like a total mismatch seeing them fighting, my freind's Mum, big breasted, thick Reddish Blonde hair, big solid legs in those sheer black tights, that oh so short denim skirt and now in her sheer nylon feet...pit against that vicious pony-tailed coward who had burst our football.

The memories are flooding back as I'm typing this, excited faces, noises, the smells...it's bringing it all back.

I remember they really started tugging on each others hair now, my friends Mum at a definite disadvantage with her lovely long red locks, compared to the tight brown hair of her foul mouthed rival, not much hair to grab for my friend's Mum.

Suddenly Mrs Fell started punching, all right hand, over and over and over, same action, 1,2,3.4.5..maybe a dozen or even more to the head and face, my friends Mum had her head pulled down by the hair, Mrs Fell's left hand pulling so hard on her hair, her right arm hurling another barrage of punches to the head and even louder foul mouthed bile spilled from her mouth.

Suddenly the witch banged my friends Mum's head against the side wall and put her knee into her belly, she started kicking and punching only a lot wilder.
My friend's Mum started trying to hit back and was having a real go, she clearly had the hardest slaps and punches, Mrs Fell was swinging her arms as she back peddled.

Then suddenly I remember Carl's Mum took a horrible wild shot to the face and went down like a ten pin, it was a freaky wild swing of the arm but it caught her good and flush.

Lee Brook's face lit up and he started shouting, whooping and wailing.

It was at this point that my friend Carl started crying, the witch had her by the hair and started yet another flurry of punches, only this time by friend's Mum was on her backside just trying to stop a constant barrage of frenzied punches and wild kicks.
Mrs Fell pulled strands of hair from Linda's scalp, she had such a vicious grip for a small Woman.


I recall my stomach being in absolute knots now and I remember feeling quite sick, it really was so fucking scary at the time you know.

The other woman then forced her knee into my friends Mum's side and climbed on top, she tried to pull, grab and bang my friend's Mum's hair and head, but my friend's Mum started screaming and kicking, really punching back in desperation and managed to unseat the other woman, not only unseat her but actually fight back.....the witch started backing off....the nasty coward started retreating.

Mrs Poole was the aggressor now, I remember placing my arm on Carl's shoulder as his Mother started screaming and throwing her arms, the bigger Woman had finally woken up and much to the delight of the screaming kids was going for the win.

The kids were jumping up and down, nudging us from side to side in their excitement.

Carl's Mum started throwing even wilder punches at the retreating cowering witch, nearly all of her swings were missing but she had Mrs Fell on the back foot and at her mercy.

We watched open mouthed and saw she was staggering on her nylon feet and screaming at this vile woman, his Mum's hair was a real mess though, her tights were laddered to shit and she was trying to tidy herself as she walked toward her rival, staggering and tottering as she advanced.

She was rubbing the side of her head and trying to pull her skirt down, I remember she staggered again slightly as she got closer to her rival.

I remember thinking at the time "Finish her..finish her...you've got her" my friend's Mum was winning, stop rubbing your head and adjusting your clothes and finish her, punch her out.

Mrs Fell had stopped giving out and was there for the taking but again my friend's Mum tottered and swayed, and for some reason her voice at a much higher pitch.

Then suddenly her voice started to break and falter, she was shouting and screaming at the witch yet sounding really really upset as she shouted.

We could all see that wicked Mrs Fell didn't fancy it anymore and she was there for the taking, she liked giving it and dishing it out but couldn't take it back.

It looked over for the bitch, we could see she didn't fancy it anymore'....I was willing her on "take her Mrs Poole...finish her" but just at that point my friends Mum suddenly turned her back and started walking toward us, leaving Mrs Fell alone and hanging on to the door, she was panting and looked beaten but stared curiously at my friend's Mum as she turned away from her.


The noise from the kids suddenly got more subdued as Carl's Mum limped away from the house and toward us.
My mate's Mum's voice sounded strange as if she was upset, then as she approached us she glanced at Carl and put her hand up to her face, we then saw her shoulders start to shake...O.M.G...shit..oh no...she was crying..my friend's Mother was crying !!!


Just like us Mrs Fell couldn't believe her eyes, slumped in the doorway the old bitch was done for, didn't want anymore, she couldn't take it...

Then suddenly one of the kids shouted...."She's crying, she's crying, she's crying....your Mum's crying...Mrs Poole's crying...Mrs Poole's crying"...

A few of them started shouting it together, Lee Brook was screaming it out at the top of his voice and Mrs Fell could hear their screams, every single word !

They were jumping up and down, screaming it over and over, and I remember looking at Carl amid all the noise.

Suddenly we watched the old cow leap from the doorway and sprint down the path, she reacted so quickly to all that wild screaming and scurried frantically toward Mrs Poole.

My friend's Mum must have heard her coming, I remember she looked over her shoulder and ran...it was unbelievable to see her run toward us.

I remember feeling her brush my arm as she ran past me sobbing her heart out, I remember the very faint smell of perfume as well, and even more startling was seeing Mrs Fell rush past me, barging past me in her excitement to get at my friend's Mum.


We all turned left, almost falling over each other in our attempt to watch.

"Ooooooohhhhooo Ooooowwwwwoo"

loud howling bellowed from Mrs Poole as she ran quite heavy legged in her stocking feet.

Mrs Fell's head swung from side to side as she gave chase, she looked so ungainly as she ran, such was her determination to catch her stricken prey.

We jogged slowly behind them and watched as Mrs Fell closed in, Carl's Mum was fucked, out on her feet and had stopped running, she was walking now and began crying louder, glancing frantically over her shoulder as Mrs Fell swooped on her.

It was all over now for my friends Mum...yep Mrs Fell caught her...oh did she fucking catch her !!!


Once Linda was caught around the neck and tripped that was it, no fight back just tears and loud loud sobbing as the old cow mounted her.

I remember we all walked toward them but stopped about ten yards away, we were too scared and amazed to go any closer, each of us preferring to watch huddled together...it was so strange, not one kid said a word....nothing, except of course Lee Poole, he was stood well in front of us and I can hear him now "Yes...go on...go on...do her...fucking do her...do her" !

The fight was brutal, at least my memories of it were.....Hair pulling, punches, kicks and shouting, such loud unnecessary yelling, Fell was even smiling at one point and belittling my Friend's Mum in front of us and for all to see, she loved it.
I remember her clenching her teeth and snarling every time she landed a blow.


Mrs Fell finally hammered out a blubbering surrender from Mrs Poole, making my friend's Mum repeatedly say sorry.
Mrs Fell sat on Mrs Poole's bare belly and had the time of her life, she looked up at us every time she punched or shouted at Mrs Poole, making her cry loudly at will, smiling now as she taunted her rival.

Strands of Mrs Poole's Reddish blonde hair were blowing away in the wind and snot dribbled out of one nostril, her shoulders shook and her words were stuttered and high pitched, strewth she'd been hammered by little Mrs Fell, the neighbour from hell.

Mrs Fell finally finished pummeling and taunting her laid out rival and at last dismounted her prey, my friend's Mum had her denim skirt hitched up around her waste and you could see her White panties under those Black shredded nylons.

The triumphant Mrs Fell walked past us rubbing her swollen lip, she never thought she'd win the fight...we all knew that.
Lee Brook hovered over Carl's Mum and enjoyed a long look before strutting off laughing, shouting abuse as he left.

Mother and son walked home alone, or rather staggered, she looked out on her feet, it took them four times longer to make that short distance back home, I remember thinking how different it was to earlier when we struggled to keep up with her march into battle.


MY REFLECTIONS;


That fight scared the shit out of me, it really did...strange to think that night as I went to bed how it excited me though.
I recalled every minute of those events, starting with that burst football and the reaction of both Women.

What was it that excited me ?... I hated that Witch Mrs Fell and liked my mate's Mum Linda....what was it ?

Was it something sexy about a fight that ends with a clear winner and loser. One tearfully caving in and submitting to the other.
Maybe.... to think how my friend's Mum had been so up for having it out with the nasty old coward and then having to suffer such a shock ending to the fight.

I was the one who collected those Dr Scholls sandals and returned them to my friends house, too afraid to enter the house though.
It really was such a strange fight, I've never felt so many contrasting emotions.

I'll never ever forget that look on Mrs Fell's face when she realised my Friend's Mum was actually crying....she was like a woman possessed, it was when she ran past me, she couldn't believe her luck and I've never seen such a look of wild excitement on someone's face since...

When my friends Mum lost her rag and started fighting back the witch didn't want to know, she had her practically beaten then, so what the fuck happened ?

Some of the other kids loved it, they talked about it all the time, not us though, but alone that night in my bed, the faces, the clothes, the shouting, screaming, threats, tears, laughter, defeat and wild wicked victory...it had it all that fight !

Sure the following day I couldn't wait to talk about it with the other kids, I reveled in their personal accounts, I got so excited listening to them, recalling all that fine detail, some I'd missed.
Lee Brook was ecstatic, he relived every second of the fight, even mimicking the actions, boasts and threats.
I was ashamed to say I enjoyed his accounts of the fight, his enthusiasm for detail excited me.   

My excitement cost me my friendship with Carl, I tried to be sympathetic with him but he saw through me, he'd caught me reveling in it on more than one occasion....he had me sussed and I felt guilty of letting him down, but I just couldn't hide my excitement of the greatest catfight I've ever seen.

Sorry Carl !

Wow. What a fight. It was amazing to me how you retold it. What an experience. It is a shame your friends mom lost the fight, but what a story. Thank you for sharing it.