Meredith and Diane winced as their big breasts were flattened between them and mushroomed out. They backed up and smashed together again, and again, and again.
Cara and Brooke looked on, wincing in sympathetic pain as the two older women battled in defense of their daughters. Blow after blow, the two women slammed their heavy breasts into their opponent. The dense flesh and full weight of the other fighter doing damage that neither woman had experienced before, even the first time they had fought. Sweat broke out across their skin, lubricating their exchanges as they grunted and struggled. Their hair was askew and their bodies began to shake and quiver. Their breathing deepened and quickened as the effort began to take its toll.
The skin on each of their big round orbs began to show signs of damage. Small tears in the flesh began to trickle ever so slightly with blood. Their once firm nipples retracted back into the relative safety of their areolae and bruising began to blossom. The speed with they exchanged blows slowed and seemed to require more effort. Their daughters though, continued to cheer with enthusiasm. For the two younger women, the match was painfully even.
But then, as is often the case, a particularly loud smack resulted in Meredith yelping, "Oh!" and stumbling back, cradling her left breast.
"Mom!" Cara screamed in concern. Meredith looked at her daughter and they made eye contact. She tried to mask it, but the younger woman could see the pain in her mother's eyes.
The blonde crashed into her, her big tits punishing the brunette's massive chest. Meredith stumbled back again and Dianne crashed into her again, and again and again until Meredith was pinned against a wall struggling mightily to regain some balance.
"My tits are better." hissed the blonde. "You know it and even your daughter knows it. I'm crushing you and I am going to fucking ruin you, like a promised. " she pressed her breasts into Meredith's and ground hard. The pain for Meredith was excruciating. The blonde's tits were like cannonballs and they were crushing hers. She couldn't believe how outmatched she was. The press was intense and she wanted to quit but she wouldn't. A whimper escaped her lips, and she was frustrated by her inability to control it.
"MOM!" screamed Cara, "C'mon MOM! fight back! You can beat this bitch!"
"Ha!" snorted Brooke, "No she can't you dumb twat, my mom's tits are crushing your mom's." Cara wanted to argue, but she knew that Brooke was right.
Meredith struggled and scrunched her face in a massive effort to push Dianne off of her, and backed the blonde up a step, but it was not enough to escape. Instead, the blonde delivered a crushing blow, with the full weight of her heavy breasts slamming into Meredith's and flattening them against her chest. Meredith groaned and dropped to one knee, her head bowed.
"That's right you loser!" taunted Brooke.
"My mom is not a loser, you asshole!" screeched Cara.
"She is now!" retorted Brooke, laughing.
Cara was seething, but having been distracted for a minute, she was thrilled to see that her mother had gotten up from her knees and was moving back towards the center of the room towards the blonde. They smashed together again. Meredith's tits collapsed under the weight of Dianne's. Again, they smashed together. The brunette moaned as she tried to mount an offense. They battered each other again and again, but the blonde's tits were too dense and heavy and blow after blow took its toll on the brunette.
They wrapped each other up in a mutual bearhug. Dianne whispered in Meredith's ear, "Give up you cow, your tits are no match for mine. Your daughter already knows you've lost. I can't imagine how embarrassing it is to lose in front of your daughter. "
Meredith gasped in desperation. "Ffffuck you..." she breathed.
"Your tits are flattened and mine are crushing yours. Just give up before the defeat is even more stark...your daughter knows that I'm the better woman, just like you do."
Cara screamed encouragement for her mother, desperate and worried for her mom, she saw the helpless appearance of her defeated face. "C'mon mom! You can fight back!"
And Meredith struggled to push her tits into Dianne's but she had been defeated. Her tits were soft and boggy, shapeless and swollen. She allowed Dianne to over power her and force her to the ground where Dianne slammed her tits into Meredith's saggy and shapeless breasts until Meredith began to cry and begged her surrender.
Brooke ran over to her mother beaming with joy and raised her arm in victory,. As she did, she turned towards Cara with a big smile and flipped her off. Cara so badly wanted to attack her, but knew that it would end up in a 2 versus 1 with Dianne and Brooke against her. She held her emotions in check
"Anytime you want a piece of me again," Brooke sneered, "You just come at me and I'll crush you again..."
"You should go tend to your loser mom..." snickered Brooke again.
And the two blondes pranced out of the house, victorious as Cara ran to her mother's side.
