Mothers Battle - Part 1
By Kyoko
The daughters oil their mothers' bodies and arm wrestle to be the referee

One week has passed since my mother Mariko and I accepted a strength 
challenge from another mother-daughter pair, Aki and Yuko. During this week, 
my mother and I have trained together intensively, to get ready for the 
competition. We have been pacing ourselves too, and making sure we eat well 
and get enough rest. My mother's been doing plenty of chest and arm 
exercises to improve her arm wrestling, in addition to her normal workout. 
This is a strategy I suggested and which she agreed to, because the arm 
wrestling will account for a full two points. After my mother wins those 
points, it should be easy for her to overpower the smaller Aki at wrestling, 
even if Aki took back a point somehow.

Just yesterday, when Mother and I were relaxing in a park, this 
small-looking man came up to us and complimented her on her muscles, and 
asked her to flex. Mother was amused, and obliged him. Then he asked her for 
an arm wrestling match, using a stone pedestal nearby. Mother was supposed 
to rest for the whole of yesterday, but she saw that the small man would be 
no challenge at all, so she agreed. She was right - she won easily, with 
both arms, winking at me each time. Then the man wanted to arm wrestle with 
me next, and she didn't like the way he was looking at me. He left quickly 
after she snapped at him, and we had a good giggle about it afterwards. 
These men are so weak and useless!

Soon it will be time for the contest to begin. We're standing now outside 
their door, waiting to be let in. Kiyomi, another girl in school and a 
friend of Yuko's, will be doing the video recording and editing for the 
match. She's an expert in filming techniques, and she says she has arranged 
a number of cameras around the room to capture the action from the best 
angles, in addition to the handheld camera she will be using for close-ups. 
She's Yuko's friend, but she's always been fairly friendly to me too, so I 
guess she will be an impartial observer today.

The door opens, and Yuko lets us in. She's already in costume, in a black 
two-piece bathing suit. She leads us inside to a room that has been 
specially set up for the match. Aki is here, wrapped in a loose kimono, 
waiting for us. Kiyomi is already here as well, making some adjustments to 
the cameras around the place. She smiles and gives us a bow of greeting, 
which we return.

"I can begin filming right now, so you can both begin disrobing, we can 
start the video from that," she says.

Mother nods. We both strip our clothes off. I strip down quickly to my white 
two-piece bathing suit, which is an exact copy of the one my mother is 
wearing. Taking a deep breath, Mother reaches behind and unties the strap, 
taking off her top and showing her magnificent bare torso. I cannot help 
gasping a little as I look at it, her rippling muscles moving under her skin 
all over her front and back, and those two small but beautiful breasts that 
nourished me when I was younger. I think I am strong myself because I drank 
milk from my mother's body when I was a baby.

Then it is Aki's turn to disrobe. Turning towards the cameras, Aki slowly 
opens her kimono and lets it fall to the floor around her feet, posing 
artistically. I have to admit her body is very sculpted. If my mother is the 
paragon of a bodybuilder, then Aki is a very good example of a typical 
gymnast. Her breasts are about the same size as my mother's, not big at all, 
but well-rounded. It is not common for us Japanese females to have big 
breasts, regardless of what our manga and anime may depict.

Mother's white underwear - actually a thong which is part of her collection 
of posing outfits - stands out against her tan healthy skin. In contrast, 
Aki's black thong stands out against her paler skin. Overall, my mother is 
the healthier and stronger looking one. Of course, she's also sexier.

Kiyomi instructs Yuko and I to begin oiling our mothers' bodies. Mother and 
Aki stand about two feet apart, staring each other down, as we their 
daughters prepare their bodies for battle. They are both 5'6" in height, 
about 2 inches taller than Yuko and myself. Mother is quite a bit broader 
and thicker all round, although her waist is proportionately very trim.

I cannot help flushing a bit with desire at the sheer sensuousness of oiling 
my mother's beautiful muscles. The feeling of the smooth bulging muscles 
under my slick fingers makes my hands tremble. From her naturally peaked 
calves, which have given her the edge in many competitions, to her bulging 
hamstrings and the triple cords of muscle on her quadriceps, her legs are 
wonderful to behold. Her glutes are rock-hard yet smooth to the touch, as is 
her abdomen. Mother is one of the rare few women in Japan, perhaps in the 
world, to have a visible eight-pack abdomen, and due to her careful 
training, the abdominal muscles are in perfect symmetry. Rubbing my oiled 
hands over them is like varnishing a work of art.

As my hands move upwards Mother flexes her arms in the classic pose of 
strength. I am barely aware of Kiyomi zooming in on me as I stand very close 
to my mother, oiling her breasts and pectorals, my eyes travelling all over 
her rippling torso as I try to take it in all at once. As I move around to 
oil her muscular back, I see that Aki and Yuko are similarly occupied, with 
Yuko lovingly rubbing her mother's small but hard muscles.

We both finish oiling our mothers up at the same time. Mother clasps me in 
her strong embrace, and I shiver with delight as I feel her slick skin 
against mine. I hug her as tightly as I can and kiss her repeatedly on her 
face, whispering, "I will win, Mother. I'll beat her for you."

"I know you can, dear Kyoko," she whispers back. My heart is bursting with 
love for her as I turn around to face Yuko. I will show them who the 
stronger daughter is!

Yuko is sensuously rubbing her right bicep, oiling it up, in front of Kiyomi's 
handheld camera. As we move over to the table at the side of the room to 
begin our match, she strips the strap of her bikini top off her right 
shoulder, partially revealing her right breast. It seems she's an 
exhibitionist.

Not wanting to be outdone, I do the same, oiling up my significantly bigger 
and stronger-looking bicep at the same time. We both kneel down at the 
table, each of our mothers taking up position to our respective left. 
Looking at me and grinning impishly, Yuko puts her hand on her hip and 
flexes her right arm. It's lithe looking, but I know mine looks much 
stronger. Confidently, I copy her pose and flex my 12" right arm. I know my 
arms are very large and impressive for a girl my age, especially since they 
are quite defined. Yuko's arms look like they are only about 10".

Yet somehow she doesn't seem intimidated. I am eager to show her who the 
stronger girl is, so quickly I break the posedown and thump my elbow on the 
table with my hand wide open. Mother reaches for my left hand with her 
right, and I grab it with a smile. With my own mother giving me leverage, I'm 
sure to win!

Aki doesn't do the same though, and Yuko clutches the side of the table 
tightly instead as she puts her right arm up and slowly opens her fingers. 
Our hands hover together for a few seconds, then come slapping together with 
thumbs hooked. Immediately I am surprised by the strength of her grip. It is 
not what I expect, looking at her forearm. Still, I return the grip easily, 
and get ready to muscle her arm down.

"Ok, I'll start you both off," Kiyomi says. "3. 2. 1. go!"

Yuko gets an early start on me! I was not prepared for her quick attack, and 
now Yuko has gotten me almost halfway down! Quickly my arm and chest muscles 
clench and stop her from slamming my hand down, but the power of her jerk is 
not lessening. Her hand rides over mine as she twists our grip, and she 
leans down and to the side to use her body weight for added leverage. I grip 
my mother's hand tightly as I pull up with all my strength, trying to 
counter the surprising force I feel from Yuko's arm.

Our mothers begin urging us on. Aki sounds smug as she tells Yuko to slam me 
down quickly. Mother sounds anxious as she encourages me not to give up, and 
to fight back. I grit my teeth and pull as hard as I can. My bicep is 
bulging rock hard as I fight to keep her from gaining any more advantage. 
But suddenly she gives another jerk, putting her whole body behind it. The 
momentum shifts my arm down further, and suddenly I'm just inches away from 
losing to a girl smaller than me. She seems to know this, and begins to 
smirk as she pulls down on my hand.

I begin to panic a little. Gripping my mother's hand tightly, with her 
anxious exhortations in my ears, I close my eyes and gulp in deep breaths, 
trying desperately to hold Yuko off. Slowly, I begin pulling upwards again. 
Kiyomi zooms in on my swelling bicep, as I pull up with all the strength I 
have. It's an uphill battle, especially with Yuko's leverage and bodyweight 
to overcome. And, surprisingly, she is strong as well, I can feel it.

But I cannot lose. I will not lose in front of my mother to this little 
bitch!

Mother. I think of Mother, right beside me, watching me at this test of 
strength. I feel a second wind, and I pull upwards steadily with a long 
groan of effort. Yuko looks stunned by my sudden surge of energy, and she 
responds by leaning even further forward and placing more weight on our 
hands.

My arm feels like it's trying to curl her entire body weight. I'm sweating 
profusely as I struggle. I can feel the sweatdrops coming down my face, and 
dripping off my chin. I just need to get our hands up to neutral. then her 
weight advantage will be lost and I can start using more of my chest muscle 
to help me. But it's so hard. the muscles of my forearm and bicep are 
hurting. my arm is starting to tremble violently. I can't fail now! I'm 
almost there. almost at the top. just a bit more to neutral.

It's no use. I just can't summon enough strength to pull back those few 
inches. Our hands begin to move downwards again, towards Yuko's side of the 
table. Sensing the shift in momentum, Yuko keeps pulling with all her 
strength and body weight, not relenting at all. I'm gripping my mother's 
hand so tightly that my knuckles have gone white, and her strong hand is 
providing a lot of stability, but it's not enough. Bit by agonizing bit, 
Yuko pulls my hand down, with Aki cheering her on, until finally she presses 
my hand almost gently on the tabletop.

I have lost. I can hardly believe it. Mother and I are silent with shock and 
dismay as Yuko and Aki celebrate Yuko's incredible victory over me. She is 
raising her arms in the air and smiling for Kiyomi's camera. Aki is holding 
up one of Yuko's hands and proclaiming her the stronger daughter. She flexes 
her muscles proudly.

How can this be? My muscles are so much bigger and stronger. Yet, I lost. 
she beat me fair and square. She did use some skilful tricks, but there was 
nothing illegal. She overcame my superior muscular strength with speed and 
leverage.

And now she will be the referee for our mothers' contest.

Mother sees tears in my eyes, and she embraces me tightly, trying to comfort 
me.

"Mother. I'm so sorry. I've failed you." I sob.

"It's alright, Kyoko-chan," she says, trying to hide her disappointment. I 
can see it, though. "It's alright. You tried your best. Mother is proud of 
you. Now I will try my best too, and I will win for you. Don't worry, 
daughter. I won't let you be violated by Yuko," she says with determination.

"Go for it, Mother," I whisper, kissing her on the cheek. "You can do it!"