Mothers Battle - Prologue By Kyoko Kyoko talks about her mother Mariko and the challenge I am Kyoko, a 16-yr old first year student of _____ High School in Ise, Japan. In junior high school I became interested in bodybuilding and wrestling, mostly because my mother Mariko used to be a well-known bodybuilder who has won several competitions. I am very proud of her, and I think she is the most wonderful person in the world. I have always wanted to be just like her. In recent years she has given up bodybuilding, but is still very strong and muscular. I love my mother very much. Mother is happy to see me interested in building up my body, and trains in the gym with me. I will not let her down. Right now I am walking home quickly, because I have news for her. I wonder how to tell her. Today, another new girl saw me in the changing room before our swimming classes, and commented on how muscular my physique was. I was pleased and I said that I aspired to be like my bodybuilder mother. I think I was a bit rash when I boasted that my mother was the most muscular and strongest woman in all of Japan. The girl, whose name is Yuko, seemed to take offense. She claimed that size isn't everything, and that bodybuilders were not really as strong as they looked. I was offended at this too, and I said that I have confidence in my mother's muscles. Then Yuko said her mother Aki was a former gymnast with martial arts training, and she wanted to bet with me that her mother was stronger than mine. I accepted her challenge, for our mothers to wrestle, with forfeits for the loser's side. I think Yuko is going to be humiliated, because my mother was also a weightlifter before she became a bodybuilder, and her muscles have real strength. I love feeling her strength, and often spend many evenings wrestling and arm wrestling with her for fun. I reach home, and tell Mother about the challenge. She looks worried, until I tell her how Yuko insulted us: she said that she was the better daughter, because she came from the body of a better woman. Then my mother starts to get angry, and we leave to visit them and give Yuko a good talking-to. Yuko gave me the address, because she said their house had a room that would be perfect for the challenge. My mother is dressed right now in a tank top and short jeans, so her muscles are very obvious. Her hair is short, just like mine, so her bulging trapezius muscles stand out for all to see. The pair of us attract a lot of stares as we walk, as usual, and I feel very proud to be the daughter of such a muscular woman, who has passed her genes to me. Sometimes she kisses me and tells me how proud she is of me, and I feel very happy. We reach their house, which is not that far away by foot. Yuko answers the door, and she has a smirk on her face when she realizes who we are. She calls behind her, "Mother, the challengers are here!" A young-looking woman appears, and it is clear that she is Aki, Yuko's mother, because the resemblance is uncanny. Both have long hair that is tied in a ponytail behind their heads, and both have similar facial features. Aki is wearing an exercise outfit that shows off her slim figure underneath her exercise singlet and track pants. Her midriff is bare and her abs are very clearly defined. She looks very lean all over, but my mother's muscles are clearly bigger and better. Aki and my mother Mariko do not bother greeting each other, but instead stand and stare at each other challengingly. It seems that they dislike each other at first sight. Slowly they step closer together until they are almost face to face, while Yuko and I watch, holding our breaths. I am getting excited by this confrontation, for some reason I don't know. Then Mother raises her arms and performs a double-bicep pose with her incredible biceps, and says, "Now perhaps your daughter can see who the better woman really is." Aki only smirks confidently. She raises her arms and performs the same pose back at Mother! I cannot believe that she would have the nerve to do that, considering that her arms are so much smaller than my mother's. But as she stands there and flexes confidently, I can see that her definition is just as good, and that her biceps are nicely rounded, though not as big. I sneak a glance at Yuko, and notice that she has a very eager look in her eyes, and her fists are clenching and releasing. Suddenly I am aware that my mouth has gone dry, and that I'm breathing a bit more quickly. The sight of our mothers in this posedown is very exciting. "Why not come back in a week, and we shall settle this once and for all?" Aki challenges. "We will get someone to record our battle, so that the winner will have proof of her superiority. My daughter can be the referee." "You think I am foolish? Your daughter will be biased. My daughter is more impartial, she should referee for us," Mother says. "What nonsense, she will not be a fair referee at all," Aki retorts. "How about this, both our daughters will arm wrestle each other, and the winner will be our referee. The loser will just have to watch." Yuko and I look each other up and down when we hear this. I eagerly say, "I accept!" because looking at her slim arms, there is no way I can lose. My mother will have me as a referee, so we can be sure they won't cheat. But surprisingly Yuko also looks confident. "Good idea, mother," she says. "This way we both get to humiliate this arrogant pair." "We shall see," Mother replies confidently. "How shall we battle, then?" After some discussion, it comes down to this: both our mothers shall wrestle topless in underwear, while Yuko and I will wear swimsuits. They shall have a best of five duel. Aki is not afraid to compete directly against Mother in a contest of strength, so the first two matches will be arm wrestling with each arm. Each victory will count as one point. Then, they will resolve the remaining rounds with submission wrestling. Each submission will count as one point. The first woman to reach 3 points is the stronger and better mother. We decide that each mother should have more motivation to win, and both Yuko and I are confident enough in our respective mothers that we daringly offer ourselves as the prizes and forfeits. The loser's daughter will be raped anally by the winner's, with a strap-on, in front of the camera, as part of the video. The loser will have to watch her daughter suffer as a result of her defeat. The mood gets tense. Our mothers are standing very close together, staring at each other intensely. Yuko catches my eye and strikes an arrogant pose, her chest thrust out with her hands on her hips. I step forward and stare at her confidently, folding my muscular arms across my chest. I don't particularly want to rape her, but I certainly want both of them to learn proper humility. And above all, I want to see my mother win.