Who’s Your Mommy? Mom vs. Step Mom: No Holds Barred! Pt 1
By: Supporturgoddess
Voluptuous, brunette Marie’s long, unexplained trips and general ‘me first’ attitude had ended her marriage to Doug and strained her relationship with her sons, Eric and Steven. After the divorce, Doug began a relationship with a beautiful blonde named Robin. Unable to have children of her own and desperate for a husband and a family, Robin did everything she could to get Doug and his sons to accept her. Doug proposed. Doug’s sons came home from school that summer, to get to know their soon-to-be step mom. Then, just before Robin and Doug were to be married, Marie returned, determined to win back her family. Due to an old promise Doug had made to never keep Marie away from her sons, Marie was able to move back in. Robin and Marie soon battled for control of the household and possession of the family. They even engaged in a brief wrestling match on the living room carpet, in full view of Doug and his sons. Although step mom-to-be Robin squeaked out a victory, Marie won a more decisive victory that night by seducing Doug as Robin slept upstairs.
Fearing an embarrassing loss in front of the family both women were trying hard to impress, they avoided another direct confrontation, at least for a while. They waged their battle in other, more devious ways. Naturally, both women tried to seduce Doug. Not surprisingly, he didn’t discourage them. Robin had the upper hand because she was more extroverted, or, from Marie’s point of view, more of a slut. Robin started wearing a thong by the pool, in full view of the young men she wanted to claim as her stepsons. Marie used that to her advantage. Due to their hatred for each other, Marie and Robin marked their territory. They refused to share anything. Each woman had her own cup, her own chair, her own comb and brush, and so on. One day Robin came out to sunbathe on the deckchair she always used. As she sat down, a furrow appeared between her eyebrows. Her eyes bulged as she leapt to her feet, looking back at her hips, now painted red with extremely durable paint.
Marie grinned, ear-to-ear. “Oh dear, did I forget to tell you that I just painted that chair?”
Marie’s sons, Eric and Steven, roared with laughter. Robin spent the next hour locked in a bathroom, trying to scrub off the paint.
Marie walked on eggshells for days expecting retaliation, but none came. Then one morning Marie stood in the kitchen sipping from her favorite, blue cup, when she saw Robin returning from her morning jog. Marie locked the sliding glass door, refusing to let Robin in.
Marie folded her arms. “I just waxed this floor. You’re not coming in here wearing those muddy tennis shoes!”
Robin grudgingly conceded. She took off her shoes and entered in only her sweat socks. Robin went into the living room to watch TV with the boys. Marie set her cup down on a counter and followed.
When Robin propped her feet up Marie held her nose, fanned her hand over Robin’s socks, and said, “P-U! Nobody wants to smell that!”
Robin scowled. The boys snickered.
Suddenly spotting Robin’s still-muddy shoes on the carpet, Marie hit the ceiling. “Get your muddy shoes off MY carpet! Now!”
Robin rolled her eyes and took the muddy shoes through the kitchen to the washroom. Robin returned a few minutes later, plopped down in her chair, and propped her bare feet up on the coffee table in front of Marie.
Marie sneered. She got up, retrieved her cup from the kitchen counter, circled back, and sat down in a different chair. After a few minutes spent sipping from her cup, Marie’s forehead wrinkled. “Wait a darn minute! What happened to your socks?”
Robin grinned viciously. “Oh, you were right. My socks were full of sweat off my feet. They were really stinky. I took my socks into the kitchen and squeezed all the sweat out of them. If only I could remember which cup I wrung all that sweat into….”
Marie’s face turned green. She looked down at the cup she was drinking from, a cup she had foolishly left unguarded on the kitchen counter.
The boys’ faces lit up. “You didn’t!”
Robin grinned and nodded.
Marie’s cheeks puffed out. She bolted out the back door and spat up in the yard. Steven and Eric laughed until they could barely breathe.
Marie spent the next several days retaliating with minor pranks, just enough to make Robin let her guard down. Then one afternoon Robin changed into a very sexy exercise outfit. Eric and Steven always ‘happened’ to be around when Robin did her exercises, to watch their sexy new step mom bend, stretch, and flex.
Flattered, Robin looked back over her shoulder at the boys and said, “If you want to stay in shape, you have to feel the burn.”
After a minute or two, Robin’s smile faded. Pain spread through her most vulnerable regions. She pulled at the material between her legs.
A broad smile covered Marie’s face. She held up a tube of Doug’s deep-heating muscle cream and asked, “Do you feel the burn, Blondie?”
Eric and Steven almost died laughing.
Robin shrieked, grabbed herself, and ran up the stairs to the bathroom. She spent the next hour alternating between shower and bath, trying to reduce the torturous effect of the penetrating cream Marie had spread on her exercise outfit while doing the laundry.
The next Saturday afternoon, Marie left to attend an art show. Doug took his sons to a movie. Robin stayed behind. Half an hour after the men left, the front door slowly opened. Marie had never gone to the art show. She saw Robin in the kitchen and crept up behind her.
Robin spun, eyes wide.
Marie hissed. “It’s time we settle this. I’m taking back the family you stole!”
Robin sneered. “I didn’t steal anyone. You threw them away. You better remember what happened last time! I took you down to the carpet and kicked your flabby, white butt!”
Marie growled. “You think you won? I guess Doug didn’t tell you that we made love on that same carpet while you were asleep that night!”
The shock almost broke Robin, but she forced an evil grin onto her face. “Well, he’s been with me every night since then. I guess you must not have been very good compared to me! I --”
SMACK! Marie planted her palm across Robin’s cheek. Mom and step mom flew into a wild slapping contest. Marie ended it by bringing her knee up into Robin’s gut. She followed up with a haymaker punch to Robin’s chin. Step mom Robin flew over the kitchen counter, sending pots and pans into the air. Marie dove on the bigger blonde, slamming Robin’s head to the floor again and again. Robin reached up and dug her fingers into Marie’s big, brown eyes. Marie howled. Robin rolled on top. Mom and step mom rolled through the kitchen to the washroom. Marie wound up on top, once again banging Robin’s head to the floor.
Kicking wildly, Robin cried, “They’re my family now! You gave them up! I love ‘em! I need ‘em! You can’t have them back!”
Robin’s feet pounded the wall so hard she caused an iron to fall from a shelf. It crashed down over Marie’s head. Marie cried out, wrapping her arms over her head. Robin mounted the smaller brunette and clawed her fingers deep into Marie’s face.
Between harsh screams, Marie cried, “I carried them! I stayed up with them when they were sick! I won’t let you steal them from me!”
Marie kicked Robin against a wall.
Face red, Marie charged, driving her knee into Robin’s gut. Robin covered Marie’s face with the palm of her hand and dug her fingernails down Marie‘s face. Marie screamed and staggered back. Robin reached out, worked her hand in, and gave Marie the most vicious hair pull one woman can give another. Face purple, mouth wide open but silent, Marie staggered and fell. Robin lunged, but Marie kicked her back. Robin’s lower back caught the edge of the counter. Robin screamed. Holding her back, Robin staggered toward the stove. Overcome by rage, Marie grabbed Robin by the back of her hair and tried to force the terrified blonde’s face down into a pot filled with steaming water. Horrified, Robin kicked her heel back between Marie’s legs. Marie cried out and fell back against the wall. Enraged, step mom Robin grabbed the pot and hurled it at birth mom Marie. Fortunately, both pot and water missed. Marie leapt up with hate-filled eyes. Frightened, Robin began throwing everything she could get her hands on at Marie. Marie grabbed a frying pan and used it as a shield. She yelped as cups and plates exploded against the wall behind her. Marie inched closer and closer….
CLANG! Marie slammed the frying pan flat across Robin’s face. Robin fell back into a corner, blue eyes crossed. Marie ran in and drove her knee up between Robin’s legs, twice. Robin slid down to the floor and lay cowering in a ball, beaten at Marie’s feet.
In a tiny, high-pitched voice, Robin cried, “Go ahead! Beat me up! It won’t matter. Doug wants me! Your sons love me more than they love you, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
Driven half-mad with rage, Marie raised the frying pan over her head. She wanted to beat Robin to a pulp, but she just couldn’t do it. She couldn’t go that far. Just as she started to set the frying pan back down, it was wrenched from her grasp. Marie spun and saw Doug and her boys standing behind her.
Doug threw the pan down, angrily. “What’s wrong with you, Marie? You could have killed her with that thing! Have you gone mad?”
Marie shook her head. “You don’t understand! This isn’t what it looks like!”
Doug barked, “It looks like you lied about the art show so you could sneak back into the house and ambush poor Robin! What kind of woman are you, always attacking from behind? It’s lucky the show was sold out! If we hadn’t returned when we did….”
Eric helped his sobbing, beaten step mom up and glared at his birth mom. “How could you do this to her, Marie?”
Marie stamped her foot. “What about all the stuff she’s done to me? Why are you making me out to be the bad one?”
Steven replied, “Maybe it’s because we’ve seen you jump her from behind before! If you’re too afraid of her to fight fair, Marie, you shouldn’t fight at all!”
“It WAS a fair fight! And stop calling me Marie! I’m your mommy, not her! She didn’t give birth to you!”
Eric mumbled, “Somethimes I wish she had!”
SLAP! Before she could stop herself, Marie slapped Eric’s face, hard. Marie’s eyes grew wide and filled with tears. Shocked, she cupped her hands over her nose and mouth and whined, “Oh, Baby, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to--”
Doug shouted, “Get out! You’re not welcome anymore! If you want to stay in town, rent a hotel room. The boys can visit you there, if they even want to! It’s obvious you’re jealous of Robin. You aren’t woman enough to face her toe-to-toe in a fair fight, so you keep trying to ambush her. I won’t stand for it! Get out of my house!”
Tears flooding, Marie watched her ex-husband and sons gathering around Robin. She couldn’t take any more. She bolted out the door.
Marie didn’t go to a local hotel. She vanished again. This time, she didn’t come back.
As time passed, Robin reveled in the victory she found in defeat. Eric and Steven went back to school, but they returned for Doug and Robin’s wedding. After they left for college again, Doug and Robin settled into married life. A funny thing happened. They say the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, and that turnabout is fair play. As seasons changed, so did Doug’s attitude toward Robin. Robin became the housewife Doug returned to day after day. The fresh, new aura faded. The bloom was off the rose. Doug’s interest in Robin waned. Robin was beautiful, but she was now just a housewife, not the forbidden fruit she had once been. Robin sulked, knowing Doug was starting to miss his first wife, Marie!
Robin knew Doug was drifting away. She was desperate to hang on to her family.
Unable to ignore Robin’s perpetually worried expression, some of the neighborhood women met her at the front gate and asked her what was wrong. Grateful for people to confide in, Robin told them everything.
One of the women leaned on the fence and said, “Honey, we’ve all had trouble keeping our men interested. You need to do something special. What gets him excited?”
Robin told them about the time she had wrestled his ex-wife on the living room floor.
“That’ll be perfect,” another woman said. “Wrestle for him.”
Robin’s eyes bulged. “His ex-wife almost killed me! I can’t fight her again! I can’t!”
The first woman shook her head. “You don’t understand. We’re not talking about a real fight. All sorts of clubs around here feature mud and oil wrestling. Rent a club during off hours, and hire one of the girls to pretend to wrestle you. The whole thing will be faked! You’ll pay the girl to toss you around for a few minutes, and then you’ll take over and beat her. Your husband will love it!”
“Well, Doug’s birthday IS coming up. Our boys will be coming home to celebrate it with him. I’d love to show off, but how will I know what to do? I don’t know how to wrestle!”
The first woman said, “The girl you hire will do all the hard stuff. Listen, some of our husbands know your husband. We can talk them into bringing Doug by the club on his birthday. He won’t suspect a thing. Leave everything to us! It’ll be great!”
A few weeks later, Doug’s birthday arrived. Eric and Steven returned to help him celebrate. Robin’s excitement grew. She had managed to keep the whole plan secret from her husband and her stepsons. She couldn’t wait to spring her surprise.
After a few hours of partying and drinking, Doug’s neighborhood pals escorted him to the club for an evening of women wrestling. When the lights came on in the ring, Doug’s jaw almost hit the floor. The boys couldn’t believe their eyes. Robin stood in a corner wearing a pink bikini, smiling sweetly at them. She blushed, as the small crowd whistled at her.
Robin anxiously awaited the arrival of the girl she had paid to lose to her. Robin’s opponant finally arrived, wearing a red robe and hood. She entered the ring and hurried to the corner across from Robin. When the red robe fell, Robin’s heart almost stopped. Marie stood across from her, wearing an incredibly sexy, tiny, black bikini adorned with red flames.
Marie had never surrendered. The neighborhood women were old friends of hers. Marie used her old friends to trick Robin into the ring. Marie then paid the oil wrestler twice what Robin had paid her, ensuring she wouldn’t show up. Robin stood mouth wide open, eyes wide, in total shock.
Marie twisted side to side, hands on hips, trying to hold in nervous laughter. She looked out at her family. “You thought I’d never give this blond bitch a fair fight. You thought I was afraid of her. Well here we are, standing nose-to-nose in the ring! Tonight I’ll prove once and for all who the better woman really is when it’s no holds barred, with no excuses! Ring the bell, boys.
You’re about to watch one Hell of a fight!”
Continued in: Who’s Your Mommy? Mom vs. Stepmom, No Holds Barred Pt 2!!!
