I was cleaning out an old storage unit my mom had when I found a box of old vhs tapes that were a collection of home wrestling videos of her family’s matches; these are those stories.
The video I popped in was a nasty battle between two of my aunts from back in the 90s. They looked younger, both probably in their mid thirties, with Aunt Kelly at 5’03” and roughly 135 pounds wearing a black one piece swimsuit; her blonde hair cut into an ear length bob style. She picked her suit off of the crack of her ass as she stood in the ring my grandparents had constructed in the detached garage.
Kelly’s perky 34B’s seemed dwarfed compared to Aunt Donna’s 38D cups. The brunette was a few inches taller at 5’07” and a fit 147 pounds; all guesstimates I made from watching them in the ring as nobody stated their stats. I rarely saw Aunt Kelly at family functions growing up; she was married to Uncle John and wasn’t related by blood but for some reason she and Donna had some kind of rivalry. I could probably see why it was personal as these two women seemed to have an innate hatred for each other.
Aunt Donna’s dark brown hair hung loose past her shoulders. She wore a shiny one piece that looked low cut in the front whereas Aunt Sally’s was open on the side so it almost looked like a bikini with the middle strip connecting both sections. Each woman wore short, lace up ankle boots that looked either black or dark brown. The lighting in the garage wasn’t great, neither was the quality of the video as it was probably filmed by Uncle Bobby since he was the unofficial videographer of the family back then.
I assumed this was a grudge match since grandma wasn’t acting as referee, and nobody seemed to penalize Aunt Donna after she had performed a number of fouls throughout the match. It started off with the ladies marching into the center of the ring. “You ready, bitch,” I heard Aunt Sally ask, before both women grabbed handfuls of each other’s hair.
I could see grandpa sitting ringside in a folding chair; there wasn’t a whole lot of room in the detached garage so his seat was right up against the ring, as he cheered his daughter on. Most of the audio was hard to hear, their screams and shouts echoed off the ceiling, since there was a kind of second story balcony for others to watch from above, but I could only see outlines of the heads that must’ve been my other uncles as they sat around the ring.
“Ahh, bitch!” Donna shouted as she was pushed near the ropes and had her head bent back over the top rope by her long hair while Aunt Kelly dug her nails into the brunette’s tit over her shiny aquamarine swimsuit. Donna had one hand trying to pry her opponent’s wrist off her boob while she twisted her head from side to side in an attempt to free her hair.
“Aiee,” Aunt Kelly suddenly screamed and abruptly turned away. The way she was holding her face, I assumed Aunt Donna must’ve jammed a thumb in the blonde’s eye. “I can fight dirty too, cunt,” Donna growled before she grabbed two handfuls of Aunt Kelly’s hair from behind and ran the blonde face first into the top turnbuckle. Donna spun Aunt Kelly around and buried a fist in her opponent’s stomach before she reached between the blonde’s thighs and dug her nails into the crotch of her black swimsuit.
This must’ve been Aunt Kelly’s weakness—ironically mine too—because her face squinted up in pain while it looked like she was trying not to scream. Donna was smiling, enjoying herself, as she said something like, “You enjoying that, cunt,” but it was too echoey to make out.
Suddenly it was the brunette’s turn to scream as Kelly reached out and had stopped trying to remove Aunt Donna’s hand from her pussy to grab onto her opponent’s tits. The blonde latched onto Donna’s nipples, which looked stiff even over the shiny swimsuit with the fluorescent lighting, and twisted them both in opposite directions.
I saw grandma flinch and hold her own chest at the bottom of the frame from her seat at ringside, after Uncle Bobby readjusted the camera once Aunt Kelly marched the brunette back across the ring while twisting her whole breast. Now Kelly laughed after she used a handful of Donna’s hair to flip the brunette with a hairmare. She lay on the mat rubbing her scalp while Kelly stomped her barefoot on Aunt Donna’s abdomen until she rolled to the side to hold her stomach.
“Ahhh!” Donna shouted after the blonde brought her heel down, squashing the brunette’s boobs against the canvas. Kelly cackled with glee after Aunt Donna rolled around as if she were on fire before the busty milf slid out under the bottom rope. That’s when Aunt Kelly reached through the ropes and pulled the brunette back into the ring by her long hair.
However, when Aunt Donna was halfway through, so her plump ass was not only hanging between the middle and top rope but pointed directly at the camera, Aunt Kelly was close enough for her opponent to deliver an uppercut between the blonde’s legs. She stumbled back, holding her crotch and hissing in pain, as Donna crawled fully back into the ring.
Kelly tried to get an arm up to defend herself as Donna came in and kicked the blonde once in the stomach before wrapping her arms around the shorter woman. “How’s this feel,” she grunted as Aunt Donna lifted her opponent up only to slam Aunt Kelly’s crotch down across her knee with an inverted atomic drop. She fell to the mat, howling in agony, as Donna stood and wiped her hair out of her sweaty face.
Not content to let her opponent recover, Aunt Donna grabbed each of the blonde’s ankles. She spread Aunt Kelly’s thighs wide then stomped her foot down onto the shorter woman’s cunt. “How do you like that, bitch,” Donna asked as she ground her heel on the blonde’s crotch before my busty aunt removed her foot only to then drive her knee into Sally’s pussy.
This time it was the blonde who rolled out of the ring. Her back was to the camera but I could tell by the way she was hobbling around on the cement floor that she was in intense anguish. Aunt Donna, rather than making the same mistake as her opponent, slipped out of the ring on the other side. I could hear not only grandma but the other family members telling the two to get back in the ring. Donna meanwhile had come up behind Kelly and clubbed the blonde from behind with a double axe handle to the head.
“Fine,” Aunt Donna relented after she stomped on the blonde’s prone body. They were around the far side of the ring, so I could only see my other aunt’s arms flailing at the bottom of the image. I grinned when Aunt Donna pulled her opponent up by the straps of her black swimsuit. She yanked one down in the process and tore the other inadvertently so by the time the brunette threw Aunt Kelly back in the ring, she had effectively been stripped topless.
Donna herself would face a similar fate as she climbed onto the apron, that was only about two feet off the floor, before she reached down to pull Aunt Kelly up by her hair but the blonde had recovered enough to shoot two punches at Donna’s midsection. The second one sunk deep enough that it had the brunette bent at the waist. Kelly got up to one knee before she grabbed a handful of her opponent’s long hair.
“Ahh!” Donna cried out as she was flipped over by a hairmare. Aunt Kelly continued to keep a grip on the brunette’s long locks as she hauled Donna up again by her hair only to flip the brunette hard enough for the reverberation of her back hitting the mat made my tv emit a loud booming sound.
Kelly had said something before she tossed Aunt Donna a second time but the crowd was so worked up it was difficult to hear. However, after Donna’s loud slam had shocked the crowd, I was able to discern my blonde aunt asking her opponent if she wanted to fight dirty she could do the same; something to that extent.
“Ahh! Fucking bitch,” Donna shrieked after Kelly stood on the brunette’s long hair before she reached down to grab both of my aunt’s D cups and attempt to lift Donna off the canvas by her prodigious rack. She shrieked in agony until Kelly not only lost her grip, but ripped the front of Donna’s swimsuit, exposing my aunt’s big tits, before the blonde dug her nails into her opponent’s melons and once more lifted Aunt Donna’s torso off the mat. She screamed as if she were being sawed in half as Kelly twisted my aunt’s orbs in her grip until Donna’s thrashing around made the blonde lose her balance.
Kelly nearly fell out of the ring, her arms pinwheeled around before she was able to grab the ropes and catch herself. In those rather comedic moments, Donna had rolled towards the ropes on the opposite side and was still rubbing her sore breasts when the blonde charged in.
They both went at each other like hellcats, grabbing each other’s hair initially before they each went back to work on the other’s extremities. Donna was the first to reach her talons between Kelly’s legs and work her opponent’s pussy while the blonde sunk her nails into Donna’s breasts again. They each stumbled around, grunting and squealing in pain, until Aunt Kelly finally drove a knee into Donna’s stomach.
It looked low so it might’ve been a kneelift to the brunette’s pussy but either way it dropped Donna to her knees, so it looked like she was praying in front of the blonde. Although this didn’t last for much longer as Kelly grabbed a handful of Donna’s long hair and pulled the brunette to her feet.
“Let’s go for a run, bitch,” I heard Aunt Kelly say as she threw Donna at the ropes on the far side. I can’t be sure what the blonde’s plan was, it looked like she might’ve intended to do an abdominal stretch since that’s how Donna used her momentum to spin around; reversing it so she was the one stretching the topless blonde.
“Ohhhh fuckkkk! Stopppp! Oh god, I give!” Aunt Kelly screamed almost immediately after the brunette had bent her opponent in the abdominal stretch before Aunt Donna had used her positioning to slide her hand down inside the milf’s black swimsuit and claw her pussy. I could only see Aunt Donna’s wrist twisting around, since only some of her fist was visible through the crotch of the blonde’s swimsuit, but it was evident by Kelly’s reaction that Donna must’ve gotten her good to submit so quickly.
What was shocking was not only how the brunette continued her cunt mauling until Kelly swore to be her slave but how immediately after dropping her opponent to the mat, Donna dragged the loser outside the ring by her hair and had Kelly blow Uncle Henry; Donna’s husband who had been sitting next to grandma the entire time.
She left Henry to use Kelly’s mouth as Donna walked to the right, out of frame for a few moments. I enjoyed the way the rest of the family talked shit to Kelly; shouting stuff like, “Make her gag on it,” and, “Play with her tits.” The last one I think Henry remarked, “What tits?” in between moans as he used a handful of Kelly’s blonde hair to bounce her head on his dick.
Aunt Donna marched back into frame, now wearing a strap on dildo over her swimsuit. She still looked pissed as she took the reins of Kelly’s hair from her husband and pulled the blonde up, while Donna herself sat on the edge of the apron.
“Don’t fucking move, bitch,” my aunt growled into Kelly’s face. She gave her a slap across the face, then told the loser to nod if she understood; which Aunt Kelly did. Donna then turned the blonde around and hooked her arms under Kelly’s knees before she lifted the loser up. She had Henry helping her as Donna mounted the loser on her strap on so the lubed up dildo went up the blonde’s ass.
“Fuck this whore and make it hurt,” I heard her voice echo in the room as Henry shoved his still hard cock in Aunt Kelly’s pussy. He pushed the crotch of her swimsuit to the side as Donna held the blonde in the undertook full nelson, with Kelly’s feet dangling up near her ears. The brunette leaned back on the edge and kept the rubber dick up Kelly’s ass while Uncle Henry finished dumping a load in the loser’s snatch.
“Next man go, this bitch isn’t going home until she’s knocked up,” Donna barked as it looked like grandpa stood up next. He was a 6’03” war vet and I already knew why everyone nicknamed him Horse. His goddamn ten inch dick rammed into the blonde’s pussy, Uncle Henry had been rough but I imagine her twat was sore from the abuse she took during the match.
“Take it, whore,” I heard grandpa say and I literally clapped in my seat as I cheered gramps on. He reached down to tear away the crotch of Kelly’s swimsuit and balled it up to shove it in the blonde’s mouth as she wouldn’t stop wailing in pain. The father and daughter duo hammered Aunt Kelly as grandpa helped hold the loser’s legs so Donna could thrust in and out of my aunt’s backdoor.
She must’ve squirted because grandpa suddenly started swearing and called Kelly something I couldn’t hear over everyone cheering and yelling trash talk. I’m sure she would’ve had two cocks in every hole if the video didn’t suddenly cut off. I had to assume Uncle Bobby didn’t want his turn with Kelly documented. This probably explained why I never saw her or John much at family functions past a certain point. Still I’m sure this was a fight neither woman forgot.
The End
