Ann's daughter Genine, an 18-year-old high school senior, returns home from school to see a shocking tableau in her game room. Her mother is there, naked save for her white panties, boobs on full display, gorgeous, heavy, the envy off all the other women in the neighborhood. Also in the game room, wearing only a green bikini bottom, is their neighbor Kate, who Ann hates. Kate's a single mom who's constantly prancing around the neighborhood in a bikini, showing off her body to the men, who clearly like it. Ann thinks that's slutty, and hasn't been shy about telling Kate the same.
But, none of that is the most shocking thing Genine sees. That would be the fact that her mother is locked in a sort of embrace with Kate, a bearhug with their bare boobs pressed together. Kate's hands are locked behind her mother's back. But. Only one of Ann's hands is behind Kate's back, the hand a claw against her bare skin. Ann's right hand is cupping her own right breast. Her head is tilted down and to the right, as if she'd been looking at the right breast. But, she was looking at nothing now, because her eyes were closed tightly and her lips were pressed tightly together. All the color had gone from her face.
Oh, and, while Kate's bare, red-painted toes were on the floor, Ann's were not. She'd been lifted off her feet by the neighbor. It didn't make sense. Her mom had the best tits in the neighborhood. Maybe the best tits in TOWN. But...
"Are they having a tit-fight?" Genine wonders, eyes wide. "Are mom's tits LOSING?" Kate sees Genine standing in the doorway, and, breathing hard, says, "Mommy's tits are a little sore right now, but she'll be ok. Run and do your homework." Genine is a grown woman. But, she's so stunned, she listens, leaving her struggling mother behind.
Ann and Kate had gotten into it that afternoon and Ann spat that Kate was constantly showing off her tits. An argument about who had the best tits resulted. Kate then issued a challenge, a bare tit fight. Ann accepted and they met in the game room at Ann's house.
Ann stripped down to her panties, breathing hard as she looked at Kate, also in nothing but her bikini bottom. "I have the best tits. Larger. Softer. The men love them," Ann said, cupping her tits. "You think THOSE things can beat THESE?"
Kate snorted. "Garbage. My tits are better. Firmer. Riper. The men love them and are always staring at them," she said, also cupping her tits. "Larger is just loose and sagging. I had a baby too, you know," she said, squeezing her tits together. "My tits held their shape. Yours are all droopy. I'll crush you."
Ann's boobs were far from droopy, but she could see Kate's were firmer. Her thoughts raced as they circled one another. "Fuck! Bossy bitch. Thinking she can take me. I'll show her my tits are the best. Softer is better. Larger is better. My tits are womanly tits. Motherly tits. Sexy tits. Men like those. I'll beat her like the slutty whore she is. Fucking bitch. Get ready to lose," Ann thought.
After a few minutes, Ann's confidence began to be shaken. Kate's bearhug was strong, but Ann's was just as strong. The problem was the redhead's technique. She was twisting her shoulders, grinding her breasts all over Ann's, driving her hard nipples into the older woman's sensitive tit flesh. "Oh, fuck! Bitch is good! Damn! Whore is wearing out my tits! Not supposed to happen! My tits are the best. I have to beat her! What the fuck! Fucking whore! Got to calm down. I'll beat her. Just use these great tits and crush those. Crush her. I'll beat her!" Ann thought.
Ann began to squeeze and thrust harder in response, and, soon, both women were gasping and groaning, though neither had said a word since the initial exchange. Both women slowly began to tire, both sets of boobs were getting sore. But, the formerly confident Ann was now beginning to be very concerned. Her boobs were aching, starting to quiver with fatigue. Kate's boobs were younger and firmer and Ann's tits were being exhausted. "I'm so tired...she's so firm...raking those tits over mine over and over again...she's GOOD at this...her tits are GREAT...got to keep fighting. Not going to lose to this slut in my own house!" Ann thought.
But, Ann IS losing. Kate's boobs are wearing hers down, especially her right boob, which is the one Kate's been concentrating on. "Oh, fuck…she's…beating me…have to hang on…can't let this happen…my right boob! Shaking…can't hold it up much longer…oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, fuck! I can't…" Ann gasped mentally.
Kate twists and thrusts and Ann's right boob begins to collapse. Ann's body goes rigid with pain and shock and her head goes down as she looks, almost uncomprehendingly, at her right boob, which is now being compacted by Kate's left. Her right hand comes to the breast to cup it, her eyes close, and her lips press tightly together.
Kate whispers in Ann's ear. "Give up, bitch!" Ann just shakes her head. She doesn't even notice Genine arrive. Barely registers Kate's words to her stunned daughter. She's in shock. Her boob is collapsing. She's losing. Kate's boobs are better.
As Genine leaves, Kate thrusts her right breast into Ann's left. It gives way, too. Ann stiffens again, her left hand coming out from behind Kate's back to cup her left boob. Her mind races. "Oh, fuck! I LOST! She's too firm. Boobs getting crushed. Too tired to fight back. Hurt too bad. Nothing left! Boobs finished! Can't hold her. Hurting me so bad. Oh, god, Genine saw it! Saw me losing. Fucking bitch. Got to fight back…Can still...have to..."
Ann thrusts, but she's exhausted and can't begin to move Kate. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Can't move her! Still too firm. So tired! My fucking TITS. I can't…my fucking TITS! Fucking slut! Losing to this fucking slut! Whore! Fucking whore! Losing to this fucking whore! Won't submit. Won't. Fucking whore. Fucking boobs. Too firm! Too fucking firm!"
Kate then lines up their nipples and thrusts hers into Ann's. The brunette's collapse. Her thoughts race. "My nipples! Fucking bitch crushed my nipples! Fucking slut whore skank. My fucking tits. Dominating my fucking tits. Humiliating me. Own house. Genine saw! Fucking bitch!"
Ann's body is giving out. It's shaking in Kate's arms. "Oh, my titties! My titties hurt. Genine, mommy's titties hurt! My boobies. Genine, mommy's boobies hurt! I can't…too firm…fucking bitch…whore…slut…fucking bitch…fucking tits…oh, god…can't…mommy can't, Genine...she's...got...mommy…too…ohhh…firm…so...ohh...firm...tits...so much better...fucking whore...fucking…slut…has…better...boobs...ohhhhh!"
Ann's world goes black.
Genine ran up the stairs to her room, her mind reeling. Tit-fighting? Her mom and Kate, tit-fighting? Mom LOSING a tit-fight? Against Kate? "Kate's tits must be amazing!" Genine mused. "I had no idea. Mom always says hers are the best. So does everyone. But if Kate beat her...wow. Kate's tits must be incredible!"
Genine sat at her desk and opened her math textbook, trying to focus. But her mind kept drifting back to the scene downstairs. Her mom, naked except for her panties, boob-to-boob with Kate. Grinding and thrusting. Groaning. Her mom's face, twisted in pain and shock when Kate crushed her tits. The dark look in Kate's eyes as she dominated her mother.
"I can't believe it," Genine said to herself. "Kate's tits beat Mom's. I guess I gotta change my thinking. Kate's are the best."
Genine was shaken to her core. Her world had been turned upside down. She'd always believed her mom had the greatest tits. That no one could beat her. But Kate had done it. Kate's tits had beaten her mom's tits.
"Fuck, what am I going to do now?" Genine wondered. "I can't look at Mom the same way. I'll always think of her tits getting crushed by Kate's. Shit. My own mom. Losing a tit-fight. In our fucking house!"
Genine sighed and closed her eyes, seeing the tableau again in her mind's eye. Kate's tits smooshing her mom's. Her mom's contorted face. The anger in Kate's eyes.
"Kate's tits are a fucking weapon," Genine decided. "A tit-fighting weapon. Mom never stood a chance. I'll never forget this. Never."
After a few minutes, Genine heard her mom calling weakly from downstairs. Genine hurried down. In some small place at the back of her mind, she'd hoped...maybe mom hadn't lost. Maybe she'd rallied, beaten the bitch. But, she knew that was a fantasy. Mom had been finished when she ran out of that room.
Genine arrived to see her mom sprawled on her back on the game room floor. Ann looked up at her daughter, tears in her eyes. "Genine, baby. I'm sorry. I thought I could beat her. But her tits..."
"Her tits are better than yours," Genine finished coldly. "Aren't they, Mom? Kate's tits beat your tits." The teen couldn't believe she was saying it, but it was coming out. Like she needed confirmation. Mom's great tits had lost.
Ann nodding, sobbing. "Her tits...they crushed me. I never knew..."
"Never knew Kate's tits could beat you?" Genine asked, her voice still cold. "Well, now you do. Now we all do. Kate's tits are the best."
Ann began to cry in earnest now, nodding again. "Yes, baby. Her tits are...mine couldn't...mommy tried so hard, but she....My tits...they hurt so bad. Please, baby. Help Mommy up."
Genine couldn't believe she'd allowed her mother to lie there so long. She helped her up gently. Got her up the stairs into the bathtub. Ran her a warm bath. Then, she headed back to her room. To think.
Ann's world had been shattered today. Her confidence in her tits had been beaten out of her, just like Kate had beaten her tits. But, Genine's own world had been shattered, too.
Genine went to her room and flopped on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was awhirl. She thought of her mom, lying downstairs, her tits hurting. Thought of Kate's tits, which had beaten her mom's.
"Fuck," Genime said, shaking her head. "I can't fucking believe it. Kate's tits. They beat mom's tits. In a fucking tit-fight. Shit. I'll never look at tits the same way. Never look at mom the same way."
Genine rolled over and looked at her clock. 4:30. An hour and a half until her dad would be home from work.
"I wonder what Dad's gonna think," Genine mused. "When he sees mom's tits all bruised and fucked up. When he hears what happened. That Kate's tits beat mom's tits."
Genine shook her head imagining her dad's face when he saw his wife's defeated tits. "He's always saying how great Mom's tits are. How they're the best. But now...now he'll know the truth. Kate's tits are better."
Genine sat up and looked at herself in her mirror. She was a little lighter than Ann, but she had a similar build. And she had those tits, her mom's tits. A little smaller, but the same type. Soft. Supple. Not high and firm like Kate's.
"I bet my tits would lose too," Genine said, cupping her boobs through her shirt. "If I fought Kate. She'd beat me just like she beat Mom. Crush my fucking tits."
Genine shuddered at the thought. Of grinding tits with Kate. Of Kate's hard, older tits smashing into her softer, younger ones. Of Kate's tits beating hers, just like they beat her mom's.
"I couldn't take it," Genine said, squeezing her tits. "Couldn't take my tits getting crushed like that. Getting beaten. Like mom's were."
Genine flopped back on her bed, staring at the ceiling again. Her mind kept going back to the same place. Kate's jugs. Beating her mom's jugs. Beating any jugs.
"I gotta stay away from her," Genine decided. "Can't let her get her tits on mine. Can't fight her. She'd win. She'd beat me. Just like she beat mom."
Genine sighed and closed her eyes. She'd never be able to look at breasts the same way. Not after seeing her mom's beautiful pair get beaten. Not after knowing Kate's tits were the champ. The tit-fighting champ.
"Fuck," Genine said, her voice small. "I wish mom had won. Wish her boobs had beaten Kate's. But...but they didn't. Kate's breasts are better. Better than mom's breasts. Better than my breasts. Better than any breasts."
Genine sniffled and wiped at her eyes. She felt like crying. Crying for her mom, whose tits had been defeated. Crying for herself, her own boobs, the ones her boyfriend loved so much, the ones she knew would lose too, if it came to a fight. Crying for the world, which she now knew was ruled by Kate's tits.
"Everything's different now," Genine whispered, cupping her rack again. "Everything. Because of Kate's tits. Fucking Kate's tits."
Genine closed her eyes and let the tears come, mourning the loss of her mom's boobs. Mourning the loss of her own confidence. Mourning the fact that she lived in a world where Kate's tits were supreme.
Part II:
The memory of that winter day, the day I walked in on my mother, Ann, and Kate locked in a brutal ballet of bare breasts, still haunted me. My mother, always the epitome of beauty and confidence in our small town, had been defeated. Defeated by Kate's tits. It had been a shocking, humiliating spectacle, leaving both of us, especially my mom, utterly crushed. I'd always believed my mom had the best breasts in the world, the most beautiful, the most desired. So had my dad. And my boyfriend. And, that was OK. Because I had mom’s tits. But that day, the illusion shattered. Kate's breasts, hard and firm, had proven superior.
Ever since, I'd been stewing in a simmering mixture of anger, shame, and a burning desire to confront Kate. Initially, the thought of facing her filled me with dread. After all, I was built like my mother, just a tad lighter, with the same basic structure. I was firmer than Ann, but my breasts, while supple and beautiful with fantastic nipples, lacked the sheer, unyielding hardness of Kate's. They were soft, jiggly, and never truly stood high and hard like Kate's.
My initial reaction was pure fear. I was certain I would lose. I was, after all, facing a woman who'd effortlessly bested my mother, a woman whose mere presence seemed to radiate confidence and sexual prowess. As the spring bled into summer, however, the urge to face Kate intensified. It became an obsession, a need to test my own mettle, to protect my family's pride. The fear was never quite gone, but it was overshadowed by a fierce determination. I found myself consciously avoiding Kate, staying indoors when she was out, avoiding any possible interaction. It was a pathetic existence. "I can't start anything," I'd whisper to myself, "can't let her get her tits on mine...she'll beat me."
My thoughts were consumed by visions of defeat. I dreamt of losing to Kate, of the humiliation of it all. The dream was always the same, the nightmare: losing in front of my mom, my dad, the whole school. And, especially my boyfriend. Him loving it, loving watching my breasts overwhelmed by Kate. Everyone loving it, watching as Kate's superior breasts crushed mine. Always Kate, always winning, always beating me.
The loss hadn't just humiliated Ann; it had humiliated me, too. I was her daughter. I had her breasts. If Kate’s were better than HERS, they were better than mine. And, I saw how dad and my boyfriend reacted. They were constantly sneaking peeks at Kate’s tits, then glancing at Mom’s or mine. Comparing. Imagining. Imagining Kate beating Mom. Imagining Kate beating me. Imagining sex with her and those perfect tits.
This had to happen. I had to fight Kate. I had to beat her. It was a desperate attempt to restore a sense of pride, to regain the lost honor. But when I finally confessed my plan to my mother, her reaction was one of horror.
"Genine, what are you thinking? It's insane! You're just a kid. Kate is strong, experienced, and her breasts are—"
"I know, Mom!" I interrupted, my voice rising with a mix of frustration and desperation. "That's why I have to do it! It's not just about me anymore. It's about our family. You see how dad looks at her. He wants to fuck her now that he KNOWS her tits are better than yours. My boyfriend… he keeps looking at her. He wants to fuck her. Dad’s imagining her beating you. My boyfriend is imagining her beating ME."
My mother's face paled. Tears welled in her eyes, tracing slow paths down her cheeks and landing on her own breasts, the very weapons that had failed her. "Do you want to try again?" I asked, pressing my advantage.
She looked down at her chest, a mixture of defeat and shame clouding her features. "There wouldn't be any point, Genine," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "She dominated me. Hers are…they're better than mine, the fucking bitch!"
My heart ached for her, but my resolve hardened. "Then it's me," I declared. "I have to do this."
And so, the plan was forged. I would challenge Kate, and, to no one's surprise, she accepted. This time, however, the battleground would be Kate's house, a decision I made to avoid the possibility of any member of the family stumbling upon us. Like I'd walked in on mom. Deep down, the memory of that previous winter day, the tableau of my mother's defeat, still lingered. My mom, bare titted in the game room, Kate's arms wrapped behind her back, but only mom's left arm behind Kate's, the fingers of her left hand clawed in agony. Mom's other hand cupping her right boob, her head tilted down as if she was looking at it in shock. But, she was seeing nothing. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips pressed tightly together. Her face was ashen. Her feet were off the floor. She was kicking weakly, pathetically. Beaten. Beaten by Kate's tits. It was a scene that I could never fully erase from my mind.
The day of the fight finally arrived, a sweltering July afternoon. The tension crackled in the air, thick and suffocating. I stood in Kate's bedroom, stripped down to a red bikini bottom, my breasts exposed. Kate, dressed in the same green bikini she'd worn during her triumph over my mother, stood across from me. "Fucking bitch," I thought, a bitter taste filling my mouth. "Trying to get into my head." But one look at her breasts, at their perfect firmness and perkiness, did the trick.
"So firm. So perky. So perfect. No wonder mom couldn’t beat them. Fuck. She’s going to make me beg."
The reality of my situation crashed over me, but I wouldn't be deterred. I had to try. I had to fight. Had to face my fear. We locked up, my eyes squeezing shut, my body tensing in anticipation.
"Fuck. They feel firmer than they look. Like fucking rocks."
The respect I had for my mother, diminished after her loss, surged upwards.
"How did mom...god, she must have been in agony trying to fight back against these! But she fought and wouldn’t submit. I’m fucked here. But, I have to try."
The fight began, and Kate's taunts were immediate. "Well, you're firmer than mommy, at least," she sneered, her voice laced with a cruel amusement, "but you're no match for ME, little girl."
"Fuck you!" I spat back, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. "I'm gonna crush you!"
"With THOSE soft things?" Kate laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going down, just like mommy."
I fought with every ounce of strength I possessed, but Kate's firmness was relentless. My breath came in ragged gasps as my own breasts started to ache, the pain building with each passing moment. Despair began to creep in, quickly turning into a terrifying panic.
"She’s too firm. Too fucking firm. My god, mom, your boobs! How did you handle these pressing into your boobs? She’s so aggressive, rubbing her tits all over me. She’s too GOOD at this. I’m just a fucking kid…don’t know what I’m doing. Lamb to the slaughter. And, she's slaughtering me. She’s killing me, killing my tits."
The minutes stretched out, an eternity of pain and frustration. Twenty minutes into the battle, my body was groaning in protest. My breasts were quivering, begging for respite. Kate was breathing hard, her age starting to show, but her breasts, oh those breasts, were unrelenting. They were dominating, pushing, and crushing mine.
"It’s happening. Just like all those dreams. It’s happening. My nightmare come to life. She’s got her tits on mine and she’s beating me. Oh, fuck, she’s beating me. I can’t do this! I can’t! She’s too firm. Too hard. Her breasts are so fucking GREAT. No wonder she beat mom’s boobs. Mom can’t hold a candle to her. The girls at school…seen ‘em in the locker room. This bitch would beat ‘em, even those fucking cheerleaders who are so proud of their perky tits. She'd crush the perk right out of all of them. Those boobs…they're so...I can’t. Oh, fuck, mom, I can’t."
My body began to betray me. My legs went stiff as my breasts gave way under Kate's unrelenting pressure. I went up on my toes, then she lifted me off the floor. I was kicking my red-painted toes, kicking now, like mom had. Moans escaped my lips as my hands instinctively cupped my bruised, aching breasts. Holding them. Eyes closed. Lips pressed tight. Face ashen. Beaten. Just like mom.
"Oh, fuck. Not again. She’s beating us again. It’s a nightmare. A waking nightmare. My fucking TITS. She’s crushing my fucking tits. Almost 40. Got a son a few years younger than me, and my nineteen year old tits can’t stop her. Fuck. She’s humiliating me. Oh, fuck, my tits. Won’t submit. Mom didn’t. I won’t. Finish me, you fucking cxnt. Oh, my fucking tits. Mommy? My titties hurt. My boobies, mom. She’s crushing my boobies. Oh, fuck. I can’t…hurts too bad. Stomach sick. Gonna hurl. Fucking bitch. Fucking whore. Fucking killing me with those fucking tits…boyfriend wants to fuck her…might after he hears about this…knows hers are better than mine…will think of hers every time he sucks mine…oh, fuck. Hers are SO MUCH better than mine. Not fuckin’ close. She’s got the best boobs in town, the best boobs anywhere. What chance do mine have…oh, fuck. Done. Finished. Stupid little cxnt to think mine could...Can’t. Can't. Never stood a chance. Mommy? Hurt. Boobs hurt. My boobies, mommy. Oh, my fucking boobies."
Then, darkness.
I woke up in my own bed, my mother beside me, her face streaked with tears. She was crying. And I was crying too.
"Sorry, Mom," I choked out, my voice hoarse and fractured, words slurring. "Beat me easy. Boobs way better. Fucking whore."
It was a fucking nightmare. But it was real. This time it was real. The fucking bitch. My fucking tits!
