brunette's mom, who makes a grander challenge

"Make a line, you savages," snapped the woman. She was older, in her late thirties or so with curly black hair to her shoulders. She had a general pear shape, which was to say that she wasn't skinny, but she made up for it with an ample bottom and chest. She wore a tight blue one piece.

It was simple enough to reason that this was the brunette's mother.

"What have you been doing?" she fussed and fumed. "That's my daughter, for christ's sakes! Why aren't any of you helping her!?"

"Because we put her there, ya dumb skank," grinned the blond daughter.
"How dare you use that..."
The blonde mother cut her off by stepping between them.

"You don't want this, bitch," she warned, though it served just as much as a challenge.
The raven-haired mother eyed her up and down. "Not that you're much to worry about, you wrinkled up pile of bones. Now let me get my daughter out of this, or else..."
"You dirty cunt, you looking for a fight!?" the blonde mom shouted at her. She was wound up and looking to prove herself more against the other mother.

"I'm no brainless thug like yourself," the curvy mom defied.
"Oh, so afraid?"
"I'm not! I just don't like being a spectacle!"
"Right! Some spectacle, having my daughter beat yours ass while I beat you."
"My family's no weak bunch! They could match your family, member for member!"
"You'd best be able to: my man has QUITE the member," chuckled Ms Gardener.

The black-haired mom glared daggers at her already hated opponent. "When and where?"
"Your place," the blonde said curtly. "This weekend."
"Done. Bring your clan, I'll bring mine," she said. "Now if you'll excuse me, my daughter needs help."