Hooked - Part 7
Ethel sat immersed in the sights, sounds and smell of raw, uninhibited sex and violence. The moans of pleasure and of pain reverberated in the, otherwise, quiet room. The pounding of fists and rubbing of naked bodies excited her. The smell of sweat and sexual fluids filled the air. “This is unbelievable. I fucking love it!”, she thought. Her fingers never stopped stroking her clit as her juices continued to leak onto the floor.
Her mother and Connie were now quite tired and their punching slowed to a stop. They stumbled apart and flopped into the nearest chair, with their naked chests heaving for fresh air and momentary relaxation. Since the show Mary and Emily were watching had wrapped up for the moment, they turned face to face, clutched each other tightly and resumed their cat ball. Their whole world became the jerking of hair, scratching, straining, wrestling, humping, punching each other. They moaned obscenely and thought of nothing but continuing to lay on the floor and fight for as long as possible.
After a few minutes Ethel turned back toward her mother and their eyes met. They stared with strangely unemotional expressions. Ethel remained sitting on the floor with her legs open and hands fingering her wet pussy. Louise sat slouched in the chair, naked, sweating, resting with red scratches and bruises on her arms, stomach, face and breasts. Yet neither seemed surprised, disgusted, embarrassed or concerned; at least not from the way they looked at each other. It was almost as if they expected to see the other in this state.
After two or three full minutes, some invisible signal was communicated between mother and daughter. They each struggled to rise to their feet. Ethel began to slowly remove her top and bra and step out of her skirt and panties; all the while never taking her eyes off her mother. When she was naked, the two stepped toward each other. When they were quite close, they began to slip around each other until their breasts touched and they could feel the breath on each other’s faces. Ethel wasn’t sure if this was real or some bizarre, wicked dream and she didn’t care. With butterflies in her stomach and a dripping wet pussy, she reached for her mother’s hair. Connie took two fists full of her daughter’s hair at the same time and the women pulled; not hard at first, but with rapidly increasing strength. Their naked bodies mashed together and they jerked their heads back roughly. Then each moaned with lust as their simultaneous orgasms overtook them. The trembled with pleasure and felt their pussies squirt onto each other.
“Oh god, . . . ummmmmppppffffffff!”
“Fuuuuuuuuuccck! . . .
They jerked hair violently and humped each other’s flesh.
“Aggggghhhh. . . . Damn”
“Ethel?”, Connie moaned
“Mom”, answered her daughter as they stumbled together
“Bitch . . .”
cxnt . . .”
“Fight . . .”
“Yessssss”
“Come on”
With their orgasms subsiding, they clutched tightly and began scratching as well as hair pulling. Connie punched her daughter in the side. Ethel felt the blow where it hit but also felt a strange, warming shock which cause her pussy to burn with pleasure. She punched her mother’s stomach. “Oh my God, that’s so fucking good”, she thought. The two women began slugging each other with on hand while maintaining hair pulling.
“Yes, . . . come on little bitch”, Connie moaned in her daughter’s ear.
“Fucking cxnt, I’ve wanted to fight you since, . . .” groaned Ethel
“Yes, come on baby. I’m here now”.
“Punch me”,
“Yes baby, let’s punch each other”
“Oh god!”
“As long as you want baby”
“Fight me mom”
Connie jammed her fingers in her pussy and groaned as she watched Louise and her daughter fighting.
(to be continued. But the real question is “will they ever stop?”)
