A family affar

[Janine_G]

Ava was the matriarch of one of the wealthiest families in the small New England town.  Her expansive home sat overlooking the ocean from a perch high on a cliff.  It was summer and the warm breeze blew off the ocean as she sat with her eldest daughter, Petra.  Ava had been a busty woman her entire life but had undergone augmentation to maintain that "contour" several years earlier.  She, like many women, had used her breasts to exert her authority and stature.  In private school, she had been the queen bee, using her impressive chest to control and dominant any and all challengers. She had bested a rival for her husband's hand and had beaten the women of her social network when needed. 

She had taught Petra, the oldest and Kara, her younger sister, to use their own gifts to dominate other women as well.  Petra and Kara bookended all four of Ava's children, with her two sons obviously not directly a part of the 'breast education'. 

Petra had undergone augmentation as well, now having breastfed her own children and having suffered the changes in her breasts that occurred when women were engorged with breast milk.

While her sons were not directly a part of the breast education, Ava had always made sure that their serious girlfriends and fianceés were indoctrinated.  Usually Kara controlled their behavior, though there was one girlfriend of her younger son's that required Petra to tame.  Ultimately, both boys married, and Kara put both women in their place, asserting her "authority" as a "primary family member"

Alas, Derrick, Ava's oldest son, divorced.  He was a bit of a playboy, and he had cheated on his first wife with a woman who was now going to become his second wife.  The new woman was not well liked by Ava, her other son's wife, or her daughters.  She was an arrogant homewrecker and they knew that they would have to put her in her place.

While Ava and Petra were sitting on the balcony, Kara was doing the work of putting the new woman in her place.  It was not long after Petra had mentioned that to Ava that her phone pinged with text notification.  Then, another, and another.  Several texts came before Petra was even able to pick up her phone.  She looked at her mother and raised her eyebrows.

She picked up her phone and realized that the first text was not from Kara.  The first was from Gretchen, her brother's new wife. 

It said, "Seems like you may need to send another bitch."  And then a photo.

The photo was of Kara's tits, Petra could tell as Kara had a distinctive tattoo.  They were swollen and bruised.  Another photo followed and it was Kara's tear-streaked face.

Petra sighed. "Fuck." she said.

The next set of texts came from Kara.  "I lost.  Fucking A. Sorry.  You're gonna have to deal with this cxnt.  And man is she a cxnt."

Next came a selfie of her battered tits. 

Then, "I gave up, and she didn't stop.  She battered the shit out of me even after I yielded.  She's cruel.  Now I really don't like her."

Petra let out a low whistle. 

She looked at her mother.  "I'm gonna have to deal with this one."

Her mother looked out at the expansive ocean and nodded quietly.

It was about two weeks later that Petra walked into the big poolhouse on her property to meet Gretchen.  She had arranged for her housekeeper to escort Gretchen back to the poolhouse and so Petra was waiting for the other woman when she walked in.  Gretchen's hair was lighter and she was definitely busty. She carried herself with an arrogance that irritated Petra immediately.

"So you're gonna try to do what little sister couldn't, huh?" 

"I'm not gonna try, I'm just gonna do it Gretchen.  You need to know that you are always a submissive outsider in this family, and we will always be the core.  But welcome, nonetheless."

"Nice tits. " Gretchen said, as Petra removed her top.  "Obviously no match for mine, hun, but they ain't bad."

And she removed her shirt and Petra knew she was in for a match.

"Rules?" she asked, as she massaged her nipples.

"No weapons. Just what god and the good surgeons gave us."

Gretchen smiled.  "I bet you had a nice rack before you had babies..."

"I did." Petra said.

"I'm ready." Gretchen said.

"Let's do this." said Petra.

The two women crashed together.  Petra's massive tits mushroomed as did Gretchen's.  Both women grunted with the contact.  Gretchen was the first to reattack.  Same result. They slammed each other repeatedly as even with the air conditioning, they both began to sweat.  Neither had faced an opponent as impressive as the other and the first several minutes remained very even.  Then Petra caught Gretchen with a particularly effective blow, her breasts slipping under Gretchen's and she knocked the other woman backwards, off balance, onto her ass.  Gretchen smirked and was quick to get up.  The brutal assault on their tits resumed.  Their breasts got red and began to swell a bit.  Bruises and ruptured capillaries began to appear.  Another blow from below by Petra drove Gretchen back again, but this time the lighter-haired woman didn't fall.  She recovered and countered by slamming her breasts down onto Petra's.  The blow hurt Petra, and the pain was evident on her face.  Gretchen saw it and attacked again.

The second blow was worse.  Petra was hurt and she knew it.  She struck back at her new sister-in-law, but the blow was hesitant and weakened.  Gretchen knew that she had an advantage.  She slammed her chest into Petra's and drove the brunette back.  Another blow knocked Petra into the back of couch and the third flipped Petra over the back of the couch.  Petra awkwardly got back to her feet and grabbed Gretchen in a bearhug.  Gretchen did the same.  The two warriors grit their teeth and squeezed as hard as they could trying to crush the other woman.  This type of attack was normally very effective for Petra, but Gretchen's tits were either better or in better shape at that moment and the bearhug was favoring Gretchen.  Petra broke the hug and Gretchen knew that she had bested Petra in that exchange.

She smirked at Petra, exuding confidence despite being sweaty, swollen, and breathing hard.  "How are those tits doing, Petra?  Outclassed, are we?"

"Not even close." Petra feigned confidence.  She was not faring as well as she had intended and Gretchen was definitely a formidable foe.  "I've destroyed many with better tits than you."

"Doubt it." said Gretchen, shrugging. She stepped towards Petra, who changed tactics, punching Gretchen in her left breast.

Gretchen winced and went, "ooooh, yes.  Now we're talking." and she hit Petra. 

Petra hit Gretchen.

Gretchen hit Petra. 

Petra hit Gretchen again and the other women winced and took a half step back. She countered though, this time using her left hand and hitting Petra harder in her right tit than anyone ever had.  The pain was excruciating.  Petra saw stars. She almost passed out. 

She couldn't remain standing and dropped to one knee, cradling her tit.  Her head dropped for a second.

Gretchen chuckled.  "I'm a lefty.  It's always a surprise to everyone.  You getting up?"

Petra got to her feet.  A bruise was blossoming on her tit.  Gretchen hit her again and Petra yelped.  A mask of pain washed over her face.

"Oh, you're fucked..." Gretchen chortled.  As if in agreement, the two fighters grabbed their foe's breasts with both hands and began to knead the tenderized flesh.  The pain for both was severe, but it was far worse for Petra, who was badly wounded than it was for Gretchen. 

They stumbled about trying to force the other woman to submit, grunting and whimpering.  They cursed one another.  Their bodies trembled.  But there can only be one winner.

Petra's knees buckled and Gretchen forced her to ground.  The brunette tried to maintain her hold on the other woman's breasts but Gretchen was in the dominant position.  She twisted Petra's tits perversely, and Petra screeched in agony, her face went white. 

Gretchen hauled her to her feet, Petra losing her grip on Gretchen's massive tits.  The other woman drove her back into a wall and twisted even more cruelly.  Petra surrendered.  "I give, Gretchen, you win!"

Gretchen didn't yield though.  She drove her fingers inward, crushing Petra's breasts.  "Damn right you yield. I am the better woman, don't you forget it.  I'm the queen bee of this family.  And now everyone knows it. " And she let go, and went to turn away, but Petra angry that Gretchen didn't release when she submitted, punched her in the cheek.

Gretchen's head snapped to one side.  She sneered at Petra.  "I'll let you have that, this time, since I didn't yield when you submitted.  But don't ever try it again, because I will open up a can of whoopass on you like you've never dreamed of."

She left and Petra slid to the floor, sobbing to herself.  At least she hadn't let Gretchen see her cry like her sister Kara had.

She texted both Kara and her mother.

Ava looked at the text from Petra and sent back her reply: 

"I will deal with this bitch." 

A month later, Ava and Gretchen would meet in Ava's sun room....

[Horny-Jew]

"Nice tits. " Gretchen said, as Petra removed her top.  "Obviously no match for mine, hun, but they ain't bad." And she removed her shirt and Petra knew she was in for a match.

These statements got me hard. 

[Janine_G]

Gretchen was seated in the big sun room with a glass of wine.  She was wearing only a sheer robe and a g-string, by choice.  She was a bit irritated that the matriarch had made her wait, but was placated by the fact that she would finally destroy the last of this family's arrogant, cow-titted, bitches.

She daydreamed and was abruptly startled by the clack of heels.  It was Kara and Petra, followed by their mother Ava, who was barefoot, like Gretchen, and wearing a thong and an open silk robe.  Gretchen stood as her sisters in law sat in two overstuffed chairs in one corner of the bright room.

"How are those titties doing girls?" teased Gretchen, "Able to put a bra on yet?"

Kara flipped Gretchen off and Petra simply mumbled, "fuck off."

Ava dropped her robe, "Okay Gretchen, let's do this, I don't have time for your childish bullshit.  I want to get this done, put you in your place, and go about my day."

"You are an arrogant cxnt, Ava." 

"Maybe, you cum-guzzling whore of a homewrecker, but regardless, I'm gonna crush your tits.  You're lucky you're married to my son or I would also fucking steal your husband and fuck his brains out.  "

The two women moved within striking distance.  While most titfights started with smashing tits together and no use of hands, Gretchen changed things up and jolted forward, grabbing Ava's massive breasts with her hands and digging in.  Ava was caught off guard and squeaked in pain, but she immediately countered by gripping Gretchen's massive rack and digging in with her own claws.  The two women gritted their teeth and yanked each other viciously around the room as Kara and Petra cheered their mother on.

The two women were torturing their opponent's titflesh. Their fingers pressed deep into the tissues of the other woman, causing excruciating pain.  Their breast reddened and swelled as the skin broke under the forces of physics.  Ava was hurting Gretchen in a way the younger woman had never experienced.  The older woman had techniques that she had acquired from years of fighting other women.  Gretchen broke out in a sweat from the pain.  She was giving ground, but she knew she was stronger than Ava and so she twisted harder, with all of her strength, and Ava screamed in pain.  Gretchen sneered and released her grip on Ava's tits, pushing her slightly backwards so she lost her grip on Gretchen's tits and as Ava took a step back, Gretchen crashed into her with a massive blow.  Ava was knocked off balance and Gretchen charged again, and again, and again. Each blow flattened Ava's proud tits and knocked her further back until she found her back against a wall.  Gretchen was ruthless and drove her body forward into Ava's, crushing Ava's undefeated breasts with a show of dominance that had Ava wincing in pain and Petra and Kara biting their lips in dismay. 

Gretchen ground her huge tits into Ava's body, pulverizing Ava's massive chest and causing Ava to grunt and struggle to try to fight back.

[Janine_G]

The problem with grinding one's tits against a rival's is that your own tits take damage too, and as Gretchen punished Ava's chest and the older woman struggled against her foe, Gretchen tired herself.

Petra and Kara cheered desperately for their mother as she worked against the upstart who was woman-handling her.  Her thighs trembled as her massive chest was ravaged.  Finally, Gretchen backed away, releasing her and rubbing her own tits gently, the flesh red and dotted with ruptured capillaries.  Ava's breasts were distorted and damaged and Petra and Kara gasped to themselves.  Ava looked up at Gretchen, who smirked at her.  "How's it feel to be outclassed, outgunned, you old hag?"

"I'm still here, skank..." snarked Ava, standing up and away from the wall.  Gretchen charged at her.  They crashed together.  The blow made both women scream, but Ava was catapulted backwards and crashed into the wall.  Gretchen crashed into her again.

"Quit now old lady, before your tits need more surgery than they have had over the past 40 years...."

Ava curled her arms under her bosom, supporting her wounded tits, just as Gretchen crashed into her again. 

"MOM!!!" screamed Kara, in a panic. 

Gretchen stepped back, sauntering away and gloating in her dominance.

"I somehow thought you would be....tougher..." and she turned.  Ava was charging at her and the older woman crashed her tits into Gretchen's, sending the younger tumbling backwards onto her ass.

"Get up, Gretchen."  The younger woman didn't need the direction, as she was already scrambling to her feet, it was the assertiveness of the phrase the Ava wanted.  As Gretchen got to her feet, Ava hit her again.  Gretchen threw her arms out for balance but stumbled back.  Ava grabbed the younger woman's body, wrapping her arms around her back and aligning her breasts to match up with her daughter-in-laws.

And then Ava squeezed.  Before Gretchen could get a grip, Ava squeezed and arched her back, lifting Gretchen's feet off the floor.  The light haired woman threw her head and upper body backward in anguish and in an effort to relieve the pressure, but ultimately Ava dropped her and the light-haired woman's knees buckled.  Ava grabbed her foe's tits and drove her thumbnails into her areolae.  Gretchen screeched in pain and shot her hands up to Ava's damaged tits.

"How are those titties, you old cxnt?!!!" 

Ava winced in pain and set her lip, she flipped her hands around and dug her nails into the tender underside of Gretchen's tits and hauled her to her feet.  Gretchen let out a sob as she grabbed Ava's nipples and twisted horrifically.  Ava screamed and broke away, clutching her wounded nipples.  She stood straight and Gretchen charged at her as she drove into the younger woman.  The smack of flesh was remarkable, and the two spectators cried out in shock.  Another blow, and then another, and then another.

The two women pummeled each other like prize fighters standing toe to toe in a final round.

"Go down you cxnt!" hissed Gretchen in frustration.  Tears streaked mascara and eyeliner down her cheeks.

"I will ruin your tits, you cow!" shrieked Ava as her breasts were exploding with each blow.

The two women were relentless and pounded their chests together over and over.  They occasional yielded a step or two but otherwise simply stood their punishing each other.

Like all battles though, there had to be a winner.  There would not be a stalemate in this war for dominance.

And finally, after a marathon of brutal punishment, one woman broke. 

First she screamed in pain.

Then she cried out in frustration, "FUUUUUCKK!!!! NOOOOO!!!"

Then she dropped her head and fell to her knees, defeated and humiliated.  She cradled her tits and sobbed at her defeat.

The victor stood over her.  She had vanquished her enemy and despite being near-permanently wounded, she was the queen. 

"Pick up your sister-in-law..." instructed Ava, "And get me a glass of bourbon and some ice for my tits."

[Janine_G]