I suppose I'll never forget the time I saw my Mom fight another woman. That's probably something no one ever forgets, if it's happened to them. My Mother was a big powerful woman. She'd always been athletic. She won a lot of gold medals in swimming when she was in High School and college. After my Dad died, though, she seemed to become obsessed with working out at the gym.  I suppose to take her mind off our loss. She really bulked up, and could have entered body building contests. She talked about that once or twice but because she was a professional woman she decided it wouldn't be appropriate. She was a C.P.A. and had her own small accounting firm.  It was very successful and we lived in a good section of town. Mom was very proud of our house and was always making improvements to the place. That summer she had a lot of landscaping done and put in a new patio, beside the pool. The Saturday after the work was done, she invited some of the women from her work over for a small pool party.

"I'll have to invite Mavis too," she said with a frown, when she was planning the party. "Mavis is almost as big a pain in the neck as that Selma witch next door!"  Mavis was  a C.P.A. too but she wasn't too happy working for Mom, and Mom wasn't very fond of her, either.

Much as Mavis annoyed her, Mom's special dislike was our next door neighbor, Selma. Selma had moved next door several years earlier, and it had been mutual dislike ever since. Selma was a single mother too; she had three kids, all by different fathers. She owned a bar in town, and made a good living. She could afford to live in the neighborhood, but she didn't fit in very well. She was loud and coarse talking. Her bar was kind of a tough place, but Selma didn't need a bouncer, she was tough enough to keep her rough clientele in line all by herself. Mom didn't like her living next door because Selma was kind of a slob and her place was always a mess and needed painting. Mom thought it detracted from the neighborhood. Selma didn't like Mom any better. It got back to Mom that Selma called her an' overgrown cow,' and 'stuck up snob'.

The day of Mom's party, I got into a fight with Selma's son, Brian. Brian was several years older than me, and was a bully. He seemed to like picking on me. That day he beat me up, and I ran home crying, with a bloody nose.

Mom was furious! After she washed the blood off my face, and got me calmed down, she said. "I'm going over and have a little talk with that boy's Mother! This has gone too far!"

"Can I come too?" I asked hopefully.

"No, you can't!" Mom answered firmly. "This is between that Selma woman and me! I'm going to give her a piece of my mind and straighten her out, though!"

Mom had already put on her bathing suit for the party, but that didn't stop her. I'd never seen her so mad.

There was only a hedge between our yard and Selma's, although Mom had talked about putting up a big fence.

Mom pushed through the hedge. Even though she told me to stay in the house, I sneaked out and went and hid between our shed and the hedge where there was a spot I could get a good view of Selma's whole yard. I really wanted to see what was going to happen between Mom and Selma

Selma was in her yard, when Mom got there. She'd been sunbathing, and was wearing a bathing suit too. I have to say, she sure didn't look as good in it as Mom looked in hers. By the time I got into place, they were already arguing loudly.

Selma was so furious, she slapped Mom, hitting her right in her big breast.

That was all Mom needed. She smacked Selma across the face, and once she started, she was so mad, she kept right on slapping. Mom was a really powerful woman and she packed quite a wallop. She kept slapping Selma until she knocked her down.

Mom must have figured the fight was over, now that she'd taught that nasty witch a well earned lesson. After she knocked Selma down, she turned around and walked back toward our yard. She looked pretty proud of herself, and I was real proud of her too,

Selma hadn't had enough, though. Before Mom went two steps, Selma lunged at her legs.

Selma grabbed Mom's leg and before my Mother could turn around, the nasty bitch bit her on her big behind! Mom squealed in shock.

While Mom inspected the painful damage to her sexy butt, Selma jumped up. I think Mom still thought the fight was over, that Selma had gotten her revenge with the bite, and would leave it at that, but Selma wasn't done by a long sight. While Mom was still preoccupied with the bite, Selma attacked her again. She jumped at Mom and grabbed two handfuls of Mom's short blond hair. I have to say that Selma might not have been as strong as my Mother, but she was a lot quicker and a lot nastier too. I imagine she'd had a lot more cat fighting experience than my ladylike Mom had.

Mom squealed in pain as Selma painfully tugged on her hair, jerking her head from side to side.

Mom couldn't get loose, and she was squealing loudly in pain, as Selma jerked her this way and that.

Once Mom was off balance, Selma jerked her down and smashed her knee into Mom's face.

Selma let go of her hair then, and Mom stood up straight, holding her nose, like she though it might be broken.

While Mom was still worried about her nose, Selma ducked down and butted her in the stomach, like a goat.

The head butt in her tummy must have caught Mom by surprise, because she doubled up holding her stomach, trying to get her breath.

Then Selma began punching Mom's big beasts. She hit them so hard, they were bouncing all over Mom's chest, and Mom was yelling at the pain.

"Come on Mom, hit her back!" I thought, but Mom just stood there in shock. She must have been horrified by Selma's dirty fighting. She was always preaching good sportsmanship to me. Selma was a lot tougher than she looked. I suppose there was a reason she had no trouble keeping order in her bar. I think Mom was beginning to worry that she'd had bitten off a little more than she could chew.

Mom seemed to be in a daze, or maybe she was getting scared. She staggered backward, holding her injured breasts. Selma followed her. She stepped in close, and smashed her fist right into Mom's crotch, and then rammed her knee into the same spot, not once, but twice. She sure could fight dirty!

I could tell Mom was really hurt; she was moaning and swaying unsteadily.

After the crotch attack, Mom just about stopped fighting back, like she was very sorry she'd ever gotten into this. She just stood there, while Selma smacked her across the face.

While Mom just stood there taking it, Selma kept slapping her across the face, knocking her head from side to side. Mom yelled at her to stop, but Selma was obviously having too much fun. I guess she wanted to get even for the slapping around Mom had given her before.

By the time Selma stopped slapping her, Mom was staggering dizzily, her eyes crossed.