Mothers Battle - Part 2
By Kyoko
Mariko and Aki arm wrestle

It is now our mothers' turn. I have no more part in the contest, except as a 
spectator, because I have just suffered a humiliating loss to my counterpart 
Yuko in an arm wrestling match. Now she kneels at the table, hands spread 
out as she assumes a self-important pose as the referee. My mother Mariko 
and her mother Aki take up opposite sides of the table. They have locked 
gazes and neither is breaking the contest of wills.

Yuko has shed her top, and is topless like our mothers. I was going to put 
my bikini strap on again, but I decided there was no point and I stripped it 
off as well. So now, we are all topless and gathered around the table. 
Kiyomi hovers nearby silently and unobtrusively, capturing all this for 
posterity.

I've already been humiliated on the video. I wish very, very hard that my 
mother will not be.

But looking at their oiled and slick bodies, I find it hard to imagine my 
mother losing. Every muscle in Mother's body looks bigger than Aki's. And 
Mother's muscles are truly hard and strong.

They are still staring into each others' eyes, gripping the sides of the 
table. The intensity is building. Yuko and I are silent, not wishing to 
disturb our mothers' concentration as they gather their strength and will.

Slowly, Aki brings her right hand up, extending her fingers. Mother follows 
suit. They slowly lock their thumbs together and clasp fingers. Their elbows 
descend onto the table gently at the same time. There is some shuffling 
around as they adjust their positions and postures. Both of them arch their 
backs so that their breasts and muscled chests are thrust outwards towards 
each other. Yuko holds their hands in place, ready to start them off.

Then Aki raises her left arm and flexes it. Keeping it flexed, she cocks her 
head slightly at my mother, with a slight smirk on her face.

She's challenging my mother to make this a battle of pride and pure 
strength! No leverage from holding the table, and a pose of power with the 
second arm flexed.

Mother hesitates only a moment, then gives a quick nod. She copies the pose. 
This will give her the advantage, and I'm sure Aki knows it - so why is she 
doing this? Can it be that she is really so confident?

Yuko raises her arm, then brings it down in a chopping motion. "Go!"

Aki has cheated! She jerked before Yuko's hand came down, and before Yuko 
said "Go"! My mother recovered quickly enough to stop her from winning, but 
she's now halfway down.

"Stop! Your mother cheated!" I shout at Yuko.

"Shut up! I'm the referee, and I say she didn't!" Yuko shoots back with a 
smug look on her face. As furious as I am, I know I can't do anything about 
it. Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry I lost to Yuko at arm wrestling! Now Aki can 
cheat and Yuko will simply turn a blind eye to it. Fight, Mother, fight!

Mariko is concentrating on their clasped hands, trying to stop Aki from 
gaining any more advantage. She grits her teeth and glares at their hands, 
as she tries to recover from Aki's early start. She is on the defensive in 
this match. Aki is pulling as hard as she can as well. Their muscles stand 
out rigidly across both their torsos, and on their flexed arms. Soon beads 
of sweat appear on their faces as they struggle for victory.

"Go, Mother, go! You can do it!" I urge my mother on softly.

Mother turns to me slightly, and tries to smile in response. Her lips 
tremble as she alternately gulps in air and holds her breath while 
straining. Her rippling abdomen visibly tightens from each surge of effort. 
The room is filled with the smell of their sweat, and the sound of their 
breathing and soft grunting.

Aki begins to smile through her strain. I think she can feel my mother's 
strength beginning to flag.

"Is this your best, Mariko?" she taunts, sounding only a little breathless. 
"This is all the strength you have? Who has the better muscles now?" she 
mocks, as my mother lets out a frustrated groan and loses a bit more ground 
to Aki. She's now inches away from losing. "Who has the better arm?"

"You do, Mother," Yuko states with a satisfied smirk, and begins to caress 
Aki's flexed left arm, baby-kissing the bulging shiny bicep, while Aki shows 
every sign of pleasure at this.

"Mmm. beating you is so exciting, Mariko," Aki continues to taunt. "What a 
great feeling. to be outmuscling you."

"Aarrgh!" Mother cries out loudly. Her arm trembles with the power she is 
channeling into it. I suddenly remember, with hope, how my mother can 
sometimes pump out a few last reps of an exercise when it seems that her 
muscles have done all they can. She recovers extremely fast from muscle 
failure, so she never overtrains even though she trains to failure and 
beyond. I think it is due to her amazing genetics. This is part of the 
reason why she is so much stronger than all other women.

"Yes! Go, Mother, go!" I cheer excitedly, as their arms begin their slow 
journey upward again. The smug look disappears from Aki's face as Mother 
steadily makes her comeback. Catching Yuko's eye, I caress my mother's left 
arm while looking meaningfully at her, then lay a few loving kisses on my 
mother's left bicep, just as she is doing. Yuko returns me a hostile glare.

Their arms are almost up to neutral now, when suddenly Aki takes a deep 
breath and lets out a long deep grunt. Their hands halt, shaking violently, 
and Mother tries to gain those last few inches. Oh no. will it be a repeat 
of my match with Yuko? No. it musn't be. My mother must win!

I move in closer and put my arms around my mother's shoulders. Subtly, I'm 
allowing her to lean on my body and use it for some support. Luckily, Yuko 
doesn't realize it, and takes it only for a gesture of love. Looking at us 
defiantly, she does the same with Aki. This is more than just a contest of 
arm strength now. This is family against family. This is about which family's 
love is stronger, which mother has more willpower to win for her daughter's 
sake.

My mother's face looks tired, but determined. She needs all the support she 
can get. I begin a soft chant: "Mari-ko! Mari-ko! Mari-ko!"

Yuko responds in the same way, chanting in tandem with me: "A-ki! A-ki! 
A-ki!"

My mother starts to growl like a female beast. I can sense the power flowing 
through her body as she strains her whole body to the maximum, pulling with 
all her remaining strength. I know she is motivated by my chant of support. 
I begin to chant louder, hoping to spur her on to even greater strength.

But Aki seems to be energized as well. Sucking in air through her clenched 
teeth, she strains to maintain her advantage. Their hands tremble with the 
force of their grip.

Then, I see their hands start to move again. My heart falls - they are 
moving down. Mother's second wind is running out, and Aki is beginning to 
pull her down again.

"Fight, Mother, fight," I cheer her silently, while chanting her name to 
give her strength.

It has been a long two minutes, and the match is going into the third 
minute. My mother's strength is failing. Her hand is being pulled down 
steadily, inch by inch. My chanting is growing more desperate, whilst Yuko's 
is getting more exuberant. They are both smiling now, at my mother's 
agonized struggle and at my dismay. Bravely, my mother keeps her magnificent 
left arm flexed, instead of letting it down to grab the table for leverage.

"You lose, Mariko," Aki says quietly, almost inaudible over the sound of our 
chanting.  She takes a deep breath, and her entire frame jerks. In a flash, 
she has slammed my mother's hand decisively down on the table with a 
shocking burst of strength.

"YES!" Yuko punches the air. "The winner. is AKI!" she declares.

Aki releases my mother's hand and holds her arms up triumphantly, while Yuko 
basks in the glow of her mother's victory. Aki looks tired but satisfied. 
Yuko's face is glowing with pride as she holds her mother's arm up to 
officially signal her victory. They both look across the table at us smugly, 
smirking with pride.

"One point to Aki!" Yuko states. Aki flexes her muscles proudly for Kiyomi's 
camera.

"Ah, I'm beginning to be turned on by this as well," Kiyomi laughs as she 
captures everything.

My mother has slumped down. Her left arm falls across my shoulders while she 
slowly retracts her sore right arm. I blink away the tears in my eyes and 
hug her tightly, kissing her on the cheek. As she turns to me I can see 
tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry my dearest Kyoko. I lost." she whispers. "I let you down."

Sadly I reach for her right arm and massage it slowly. "You did your best, 
dear Mother," I reply lovingly. "I'm proud of you. You'll beat her now. I 
know you can do it!"

"How sad," Aki remarks upon hearing our exchange. "That you have to 
disappoint your dear daughter like this. You lost to the stronger and better 
woman, Mariko. Your daughter had better prepare for some pain at my daughter's 
hands later."

A fire lights in my mother's eyes. "How dare you," she growls fiercely. "You 
will not get away with threatening my daughter like this."

She puts her left arm down on the table firmly and spreads her fingers. "Can 
you beat me without cheating? A slow start, no leverage, no tricks, just 
muscle. Muscle. and will. Can you do it?"

The room is silent except for the sound of our mothers catching their 
breaths back after their long exertion. In response to my mother's 
challenge, Aki puts her left arm forward as well, and locks fingers with 
Mother again. Mother puts her right arm behind her back. Aki copies the 
posture. Yuko and I both watch avidly as they slowly begin the next round of 
their contest.