The New Neighbors
by M.C.
When a widower and his son meet their new neighbors their lives are changed forever.


Raymond Simpson came home with tears in his eyes and, ignoring his father, ran
straight into his bedroom and locked the door. "What's the matter Ray?" the
large, muscular auto mechanic asked his only child.

"It's nothing dad...just forget about it."

"Nothing?...Nothing?  My son, a varsity wrestler on his high school team,
comes home from school crying like a baby and says it's nothing? What the hell
happened?"

Raymond didn't answer but his father, whose wife had died of breast cancer
only a year before, knew something wasn't right and it was now his
responsibility to find out what it was. "Raymond, open the door this
instant !"

As his son slowly unlocked and opened the door George Simpson stared at the
sight before him. His six-foot, 200 pound, 18 year-old son was standing before
him crying. He had a black eye and a swollen jaw.

"Who did this to you?" George demanded. His son was silent.

"Damn it Raymond, who did this to you? I'm not going to ask again!"

Raymond knew that when his father - who stood three inches taller than himself
and outweighed him by thirty pounds - asked him something in this tone of
voice, he'd better respond...or else.

"It...it was a new kid in school dad. It was nothing. Please don't worry about
it."

"Don't worry about it? My kid gets beaten up in school and I'm not supposed to
worry about it? Who the hell did this to you? I want to know...NOW !"

Realizing that he had no choice but to tell his father the truth, Raymond
summoned up all of his courage and said," it's the kid from the family that
just moved in down the block."

"Well then Raymond, we're going to go over there right now and have a very
serious talk with his parents."

"But dad, you don't understand...please."

"Nobody beats up on my son and gets away with it...nobody. How big is he
anyway? He must be pretty tough to do this to my varsity wrestler."

"Dad...please don't..."

George virtually dragged his reluctant son out of the house and down the
street to where the new family had moved in. He had seen the moving van
unloading furniture there a few days before but didn't pay any special
attention; families move in and out of this neighborhood all of the time. He
walked up to the front door and rang the bell."I'll take care of this matter
right now Raymond." His son just stared down at his feet.

"Hello there," the small, attractive woman said as she answered the door,"my
name is Helen, what can I do for you?"

"I want to talk to your husband," George replied making no attempt to hide his
anger,"it's about your son."

"I'm afraid there's been some mistake sir, there's no one here except my
daughter and me. Perhaps you have the wrong address."

George looked down at the woman standing before him. Although she couldn't
have been more than five feet-five inches tall, she appeared to be rather
powerfully built. She had a very pretty face and her long brown hair
fell nearly to her waist. Ignoring, or at least not fully understanding  what
she had just said to him, George continued,"your son beat up mine in school
today and I demand that your husband punish him!"

Staring up at the large man Helen said in a slightly irritated tone," perhaps
you didn't hear me sir so I'll repeat myself: there's no one here except my
daughter and myself. My husband died in an automobile accident last year."
Just then a very attractive girl, who appeared to be about 18 years old, came
up and stood behind her. When she saw Raymond she smiled. "Hey there Ray.
That's quite a shiner you've got there. Would you like me to give you another
one? Then you'd have a matching pair; tee, hee."

George suddenly stopped talking and looked at his son; dumbfounded."You mean
to say that you were beaten up by this little girl?" Ray didn't answer, he
just continued to stare down at his feet. "I asked you a question Ray!" his
father barked out, "ANSWER ME!"

"Yes," he murmured, still not able to look his father in the eye.

"A GIRL ! A girl beat the crap out of you? What the hell did I raise here? And
why would she pick a fight with you in the first place?"

"Now just a minute there Mr. Simpson," Helen interrupted, her irritation now
evident in the tone of her voice."Stacy explained to me all about the incident
that took place in school today. It was *your* son who started the fight and,
if you ask me, he got exactally what he deserved. His ego  couldn't accept the
fact that my daughter was a better wrestler than he was and beat him off the
wrestling team. So he challenged her to a fight after school and she kicked
his ass...plain and simple." Then, turning towards Raymond, Helen asked,"isn't
that the truth?"

Time seemed to stand still as the 18 year-old high school senior stood there;
still staring down at his feet. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity,
he said in a barely audible voice..."yes."

George was livid now. "You mean to tell me that this little girl beat you out
of your spot on the wrestling team and then beat you up? Damn it Raymond,
you're a disgrace to the family."

Helen had heard quite enough; she was beginning to lose her cool. Like her
daughter had to teach his son a lesson, it looked as if Helen would now have
to teach his father one too." Mr. Simpson,"she said sternly,"perhaps you and
your son would like to enter our home where we can *discuss* this matter in a
bit more privacy." As the large man and his son entered, Helen looked over at
her daughter...and winked.

"There now," she said after closing, and then locking, the door behind her."It
seems as if you and I have some serious issues to discuss Mr. Simpson; can I
call you George? "

"What kind of issues? My son got beaten up by a girl. He's a wimp, that's all
there is to it."

"Being beaten up by my daughter doesn't make him a wimp George; better boys
than your son have found that out (a smile passed between Helen and her
daughter when she said this). You think that losing to a girl makes one a
wimp?"

"It sure as hell does. Especially since he's so much bigger and stronger that
she is."

"I see. And what if I were to kick your ass George; would that make you a wimp
too? "

He glared down at her and arrogantly said, "yes, it would. But there's
absolutely no chance of that happening so it's a moot point."

"A moot point? Well, we'll just have to see about that Mr. Macho man won't
we?"

Helen removed her sweatshirt and sweatpants. As she was now dressed in nothing
more than a tanktop and a pair of shorts, her surprisingly muscular arms and
legs - especially her thighs - became evident. Although he towered over the
five foot-five inch 175 pound woman, George had to admit that she did appear
to be in great shape."So, what do you prefer tough guy, boxing or wrestling?"

"Let's wrestle," he answered with a confident grin,"this should be fun."

"Oh I'm sure it will be fun Georgie...for one of us."

Raymond and Stacy sat down on opposit sides of long couch to watch. When
Raymond noticed that Stacy was slowly creeping over towards him, he began to
feel uneasy."Hey good looking, I'll make you a bet. If my mom kicks your dad's
ass..."

"Then what?"

"Then I'll decide what." The sly smile she had on her pretty face when she
said this sent shivers down his spine. Raymond didn't respond though. He just
turned to watch as his tough, six foot-three inch, 230 pound father - whom he
idolized - prepared to square off against the five foot-five inch, 175 pound
woman. "No way," Raymond muttered under his breath.

"Then we have a bet Ray," Stacy giggled as she too turned to watch the
confrontation that was now unfolding before them.

Helen closed in on George with her short but muscular arms wide apart and a
smile on her beautiful face. If she was apprehensive about going up against
the larger man she certainly hid it well. George met her in the middle of the
room and wrapped his massive arms around her. He began to squeeze. Helen's
arms were barely long enough to reach around the large man but she too began
to squeeze and the two of them engaged in a battle of bearhugs. At first
George held back as he felt using all of his strength against a much smaller
woman was unnecessary. But as Helen began to squeeze tighter, and he realized
just how strong she was, George put everything he had into it. Unfortunately
for him, it wasn't enough.

"Oh come on big boy,"Helen teased,"you disappoint me. Surely a big, strong man
like you can squeeze harder than this." But as the massive man tried even
harder he was stunned to hear Helen giggling. "It looks like I overestimated
you Georgie; tee, hee, hee." As the surprisingly powerful woman continued to
tighten her python-like grip, George began to weaken. Looking over at her
daughter Helen smiled,"I guess I'll have to work on his bearhug."

After about two minutes George dropped his arms; Helen was simply too strong
for him. She then suddenly released her grip on him but before George could
recover she grabbed his right arm and tossed the stunned man clear across the
room; "WHAM!" right into the wall. As he staggered back she grabbed him again
and threw him in the opposit direction, slamming him into a wall again. "Way
to go mom," Stacy cheered from the couch. Raymond just looked on in stunned
silence; he couldn't believe that his big, tough macho father was getting his
ass kicked by the smaller woman - just like Stacy had done to him twice that
day.

As George turned around Helen began to run towards him. When she was about six
feet away, the agile woman dove forward and did a handspring, coming up feet
first in front of the surprised man. She wrapped her muscular thighs
around George's neck and her momentum sent them both to the floor with the
smaller women on top of the large man. His feeble struggles to free himself
ended when she grabbed both of his wrists with her hands and forced them to
the floor. "Oh Georgie, this is way too easy," she laughed." It looks like I'm
going to have to toughen you up there big fella so you can replace my hubby."

"What is she talking about?" Raymond asked Stacy.

"You'll find out sweetie pie," Stacy answered with grin.

As George lay on his back, helplessly trapped in Helen's powerful neck
sissors, the beautiful brunette looked over at Raymond and smiled," well Ray,
what do you think of your big, tough macho father now? I guess he's a disgrace
to your family too." She then looked down at the squirming man and giggled,"so
Georgie, are you a wimp?" Helen then forced his hands together so that she
could grab both of his thumbs with her right hand, thus freeing her left. With
it, she began to playfully tweek George's nose. "Say it Georgie, you're a wimp
aren't you? How does it feel to be beaten up by a woman?"

"My father is not a wimp," Raymond shouted as he rose from the couch. He began
to move towards them but only managed to take three steps before he felt a
strong hand grip his shoulder.

"Not so fast there loverboy," Stacy said."If you want to fight somebody, fight
me." She whurled him around and said,"I whupped your ass off the wrestling
team, I whupped you again after school and I'll whup it again here."

Raymond took a swing at her but she put her hand up and blocked it. Furious,
he threw another punch. This time Stacy caught his fist in mid-air and twisted
his arm behind his back. She shoved the larger boy into a corner of the room
and, still holding his arm firmly behind him with her left hand, she began to
playfully bang his head against the wall with her right."Don't you just love
the sound a hollow head makes mother?" she giggled. After bonking Raymond's
head against the wall several times, Stacy let him go and stood in front of
him."O.K. tough guy, show me what you can do." Enraged, he charged forward;
hoping his superior size would overwhelm her. But, like his father, poor
Raymond  underestimated both the strength and fighting skill of his female
opponent.

Stacy grabbed his outstretched arm and, in a perfectly executed judo
throw, slammed Raymond to the floor. As he staggered to his feet Stacy grabbed
him again and "WHAM!" sent him hurtling across the room into another wall.
Before Raymond had a chance to recover the relentless girl hurled him again
across the room. As she watched her daughter  playfully toss the large boy
around, Helen yanked George by the hair and forced him to watch. "Well macho
man," she teased," it looks like both of you are wimps; tee, hee, hee."

"SLAM!" Stacy threw Raymond to the floor again. With great difficulty, the
battered boy got to his feet. His powerful, beautiful opponent then walked up
to him, bent down and lifted him up over her shoulders. "Let's go for a spin
shall we Raymond," Stacy laughed. Easily supporting his 200 pounds on her
massive shoulders, Stacy began to twurl around and around in the classic
airplane spin.

"Hey, that looks like fun," Helen said as she watched; still keeping George
helplessly trapped in her muscular thighs.

"It is mom, why don't you join us."

"An excellent idea honey, I think I will." Helen released her neck sissors
from the now nearly unconscious George and, grabbing him firmly by the hair,
pulled him up to his feet. She then leaned over and, placeing one of her arms
in between his legs and the other around his neck, lifted the 230 pound man up
on her shoulders and began to spin around too. "Wheeee..this is fun!"

The scene in Helen's living room now took on a surreal quality. Two short but
powerfully built women were spinning around rapidly, each supporting a large
man on her shoulders. Mother and daughter were both laughing hysterically -
their long, beautiful brown hair flying out parallel to the floor -
while George and Raymond begged, pleaded and then cried for them to stop. 
Ignoring their pleas, the two mighty women continued to spin around until they
themselves began to get dizzy. Then, smiling at each other, mother and
daughter gently plopped their battered, humiliated and now nearly unconscious
neighbors to the carpet. Staring down at them, Helen looked at her daughter
and asked,"well Stacy, what do you think?"

"I think we've found what we've been looking for mother. He's a widower and
you're a widow; and I think that Raymond's a real cutie. Didn't you see how he
tried to intervene on his father's behalf...even after his father called him a
disgrace?"

"Yes I did Stacy. It was a nobel, though pathetic, gesture."

"Hey, don't knock loyality mother. I'll bet you that after I finish beating
that chauvanistic attitude out of him I'll find a warm, compasionate guy in
there."

"Perhaps you will Stacy, perhaps you will. So, what shall we do with these two
sleeping beauties?"

Mother and daughter looked at each other for a few moments before, as if on
psychic cue, they both began to smile. Without saying another word, Stacy
reached down and grabbed Raymond by the collar of his shirt and began dragging
him in the direction of her bedroom. Helen did likewise with George. "I guess
we'll discuss this later," Helen said as she entered her bedroom.

"Yes mother...much later," Stacy giggled as she entered hers. The sound of
both doors closing and locking were heard simulteously.

Three hours later...

George and Raymond sat quietly at the dining room table and listened as Helen
and Stacy explained how things were going to be between them from now on.
Having been humiliated - both physically and sexually - by their superior
female counterparts, they now had to come to terms with the fact that these
women seemed to be taking control of their lives. For macho men like them, it
was a tough pill to swallow.

"George," Helen began in a calm but firm voice,"since you and I have both lost
our respective spouses due to tragic circumstances - and are, therefore, in
need of companionship - I have decided that we will become a couple. You're a
strong, handsome man and a good provider; just like my late husband and, once
I've toughened you up, you'll even be a good wrestling opponent for me to
practice on; just like he was. I neglected to tell you this George but I'm a
professional lady wrestler; as my daughter will be as soon as she graduates
high school. I think both you and your son need female companionship - just
like Stacy and I need male companionship."

"Raymond," Stacy continued,"I've decided to make you my boyfriend. I've also
decided to relinquish the heavyweight spot on the wrestling team that I took
from you earlier today; you can have it back if you want it. I'll move up to
the superheavyweight division; I'm sure I can kick Jeff's ass as easily as I
kicked yours (giggles) and that way we can both be on the team. As my
boyfriend I'll expect you to take me out at least twice a week and if I ever
catch you looking at another girl I'll take you over my knee and give you a
good spanking...and her too (wink). We'll walk to school together every
morning and walk home together every afternoon..."

As George and Raymond somberly listened to Helen and Stacy lay down the law,
they realized that their lives, for all intents and purposes, were now forever
altered. From now on these two mighty women would be calling the shots in
their relationship and there was very little they could do about it. Helen and
Stacy had proven - beyond a shadow of a doubt - that they were superior to
them in every way and their future, for better or worse, was now in the hands
of these strong women."Although our terms may seen harsh to you now boys,"
Helen concluded," I'm certain that, in the long run, you'll see that
everything will work out for the best ...for all of us." Helen then winked at
Stacy whereupon the two muscular females grabbed their respective men and
began dragging them back into their bedrooms...to get better acquainted.