A challenge that could not be avoided. Lana couldn't bear to see her father happy with another woman. Her mother was the only one who could stand by their side, and although her parents had separated a few years ago, she still hoped for the return of her ancestor.
"I'll keep him safe for mom," she promised herself, a bit of a child at the time.
When Tammy came into their lives, she didn't want to accept it. The woman was damn hot, maybe as hot as her mother. The woman's curves were too much to bear, she had to kick her out or her father would be caught in her good graces.
The first chance the man wasn't home, Lana made her move. That morning, the girl bullied her way into her father's bedroom, finding Tammy still undressed after a night of sex. The woman stood up on her elbows, already guessing why that girl in front of her, topless. The man had warned her that the girl had a maternal attachment beyond measure, even defying her. Tammy smiled, inviting her new adversary to fight her on the bed. She wasn't going to let that girl get in the way of her relationship.
Once Lana knelt on the bed, in front of Tammy, the boob fight began. Both pushed and swung mercilessly for the first few minutes, eliciting moans and grunts from both of them. Their bodies clutched wildly, rolling over and over on the bed to get a vantage point over their rival. Towards the final bars, they clutched each other in a bearhug, exhausted from the struggle. It took minutes before Lana's body began to yield against her rival's. The girl watched in horror as her pale flesh receded against the woman's dark skin. Slowly, Tammy began to push her onto her back until she was trapped beneath her. The struggle had been hard, and Lana didn't have the strength to respond to the assault. She began to cry her surrender after her breasts disappeared under the weight of Tammy's chocolate colored tits.
The woman had won the fight. She had always won every fight she had ever faced. Even against Lana's mother, years before.
