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.