Hello everyone, I've been playing with AI Dungeon and used it to put this story together and revive an old rivalry from the momfight forum. I'll probably use it more and try to revive the Joji series (possibly a trilogy with Shelia, then new opponents afterwards). I also did all of this on my phone, so I highly apologize for the poor formatting. Hope you guys enjoy it.
The Ferocious Filipina: Joji vs. Shelia
written by MomRampage (formerly MomCage)
Justin is an 18 year old finishing up his senior year of high school. He has a very beautiful Filipina mother named Joji. Joji is petite. She is 5'3, weighs 110 lbs, and has long brown hair. She is quite the head turner. In fact, many of the dads at the last parent teacher conference were caught staring at her. The attention she has been getting has sparked some jealousy from another woman named Shelia. Shelia, a Caucasian woman, stands at 5'5, weighs 120 lbs, and has shoulder length blonde hair with blue eyes. Shelia used to be the woman all the men used to look at until Joji came along. Out of jealousy, Shelia began spreading rumors that Joji was the neighborhood whore and that she liked to be used as a cum dumpster.
One day, Justin comes back from school, a little earlier than expected. He hears noises coming from his mother's bedroom. Noises such as smacking and grunting. Curious, Justin walks
up to his mother's bedroom door and creaks it open. He becomes immediately aroused by the sight now before him. Joji and Shelia were both, naked, having a very nasty catfight on Joji's king-sized bed. Justin freezes in the doorway, his cock twitching in his pants as he watches the spectacle unfold. His mother's small, pert breasts bounce wildly as she grapples with Shelia, her nipples visibly hard despite the aggressive nature of their struggle. The scene before Justin is a chaotic whirlwind of bare skin and restrained aggression. His mother's long brown hair is matted with sweat as she wrestles Shelia, her small but firm breasts jiggling during every movement. Shelia's blonde locks are similarly disheveled, her face flushed red with exertion as she tries to gain dominance.
The two women are on their knees, facing each other, locked together, Shelia's arms wrapped around Joji's waist as she tries to bear hug Joji. Joji squirms intensely, her pert breasts pressed flush against Shelia's smaller ones as she twists and strains to break free. Shelia's teeth are gritted in exertion, her shorter but equally toned frame working to keep Joji in her vicious breathing. The mattress creaks and bounces beneath them, the sheets already twisted into a tangled mess. The women's sweaty bodies slide against each other as they struggle, Shelia's smaller frame gradually gaining the upper hand. Her toned arms tighten around Joji's waist, pulling her in close until their breasts press firmly together, their hard nipples rubbing against each other. Joji gasps as Shelia's grip intensifies, her small hands clawing at Shelia's arms as she tries to pry them away.
"Fucking Asian slut," Shelia hisses through clenched teeth, her blonde hair sticking to her flushed face. "I'm going to show you what happens to whores around here."
Joji snarls back, using her strength to push Shelia away from her loosening Shelia's bearhug. She does this successfully, and pushes Shelia down onto the mattress. Shelia is now separated from Joji, laying with her back on the mattress with Joji still kneeling in front of her. Shelia notices Justin in the doorway. She catches Justin watching, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across her face. "Well well, look who came home early." Her blue eyes gleam with malicious intent as she tilts her head toward the doorway, still breathing heavily from the struggle. She deliberately spreads her legs slightly, giving Justin a clear view of her shaved pussy glistening with sweat and arousal. Shelia's smirk widens as she sees Justin's reaction. His cock visibly strains against his pants, twitching at the display before him.
Joji, still kneeling, turns her head to follow Shelia's gaze. Her face flushes deeper as she realizes her son is watching, quickly grabbing the sheets to cover herself. Joji freezes, her small hands clutching the sheets to her chest as she turns to fully face you. Her face flushes crimson, her brown hair sticking to her flushed skin with sweat. Shelia's smirk only grows as she watches Joji's reaction, deliberately rolling onto her side to put her own naked body on display as she props herself up on one elbow.
"Justin," Joji says, her voice strained as she tries to sound casual despite the mortifying situation. "What's going on here?" Justin asks. The words hang in the air, thick with unspoken tension. His mother's fingers tighten around the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she struggles to maintain even the smallest shred of dignity. Sweat still glistens on her skin, her small breasts rising and falling with every rapid breath. Shelia doesn't bother covering herself—if anything, she makes a show of spreading her legs wider, her fingers trailing lazily down her inner thigh.
"Oh, we were just... working some things out," Shelia purrs, her blue eyes flickering between Justin and Joji with calculated amusement. "Your mom and I had a little... disagreement."
"What kind of disagreement?" Justin asks. Joji's breathing quickens, her fingers digging into the sheets as she struggles to maintain composure. Her face burns with humiliation, but the way her nipples remain stiff and erect betrays how her body responds to the situation. Shelia's smirk only grows as she watches Joji squirm.
"Oh, you know," Shelia says, rolling onto her back and stretching her arms above her head in a deliberately slow, sensual motion. "Your mother thinks she's the better woman," Shelia's legs part further, revealing the glistening pink folds of her pussy. "And she wanted to catfight." Joji lets out a shuddering breath, her fingers twisting the sheets tighter as she watches Shelia's shameless display. Shelia deliberately lets one hand trail down her stomach, stopping just above her mound as she maintains eye contact with Justin. His cock strains painfully against his pants, precum already soaking through the fabric.
"Justin, you should—" Joji starts, but her words crack with nervous energy.
"Should what, mom?" Shelia interrupts, her voice dripping with false innocence. "Should he leave? But he just got here." Shelia shifts onto her side again, propping her head up on one hand as she faces Justin. "Or should he stay and watch?" "Can I watch your catfight mom?" Justin begs. Joji's grip on the sheets tightens as she hears her son's request, her face burning with a mixture of humiliation and reluctant arousal. She glances between Shelia and Justin, her small body trembling with indecision.
"Justin..." she murmurs, but there's no real conviction in her tone. Shelia sees this as an opportunity and seizes it.
"See, Joji?" Shelia purrs, rolling onto her stomach and crawling toward Joji with feline grace. "Your son wants to watch. Isn't that right, Justin?" Shelia looks up at him with hooded eyes as she moves closer to Joji, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
"Yes, mom." Joji's breath catches in her throat as Shelia moves closer, her small body tense with conflicting emotions. The way Shelia looks at her is intense, hungry, and challenging all at once. Shelia's blue eyes flick down to Joji's chest, where her nipples are still visibly hard beneath the sheets she clutches.
"Your son is getting an erection just from watching us," Shelia murmurs, her words soft and taunting. "Don't you want to give him a show, Joji? After all, he is your son." Joji swallows hard, her face burning with humiliation. The thought of her son watching her fight—and possibly more—makes her pulse race. She glances at Justin's obvious arousal, his cock visibly tenting his pants as he stares at the two of them. Shelia's proximity overwhelms her with lavender perfume mixed with sweat and sex. Shelia's hand extends to trace along Joji's thigh where the sheet has slipped. The contact makes Joji gasp, her skin tingling where Shelia's fingers brush against it.
"You're still breathing hard, Joji," Shelia murmurs, moving even closer. "Are you sure you don't want to continue our little fight? For Justin?" Joji slowly lowers the sheet covering her, exposing her naked body to Justin. Joji's small, pert breasts are on full display now, her pink nipples stiff and visibly aroused. The sheet pools around her waist as she exhales shakily, her brown eyes flickering between Shelia's face and her son's hungry gaze.
"Justin... do you really want to see this?" Joji asks, her words quiet but unsteady.
Justin steps forward, his cock straining painfully against his zipper. "Yes, mom. I do."
Shelia's smirk widens as she sees Joji's hesitation. "See, Joji?" "Fine," Joji says. "But don't interfere. Your clothes also have to come off. We're both nude, so it's only fair. You can also pull up the chair in the corner so you have a good view." Justin moves quickly, dragging the wooden chair from the corner of the room to place it just a few feet away from the bed. He removes his clothing, his rock hard cock now jutting out in front of his mother and her rival. He sits down, his hands gripping the arms of the chair as he watches with rapt attention. Joji's face flushes deep red as she watches her son stroke himself slowly, his thick cock standing proudly as he waits. The sight of him pleasuring himself while watching her ignites a fresh wave of arousal that surges through her body. Joji's attention shifts to Shelia, who has positioned herself on the other side of the bed, eyeing her with predatory intent. The atmosphere in the room is charged with tension and unspoken lust, the air thick with expectation. Shelia's blue eyes burn with intense desire as she focuses on Joji's exposed body, taking in every curve and contour. Joji's small breasts rise and fall with every breath, her pink nipples still taut with arousal.
"Ready to continue our catfight, Joji?" Shelia asks, her words laced with a husky undertone. Joji nods, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. She pushes herself up onto her knees, the sheets falling away completely as she moves to meet Shelia in the center of the bed. The two women face each other, their bodies tense and ready for action. They're kneeling close enough to each other that their tits are touching. Shelia's blonde hair frames her face, her blue eyes locked on Joji's with intense focus. Joji's brown hair falls in messy waves around her shoulders, her small breasts heaving with every rapid breath. The room falls silent, the only sounds being the soft rustle of the sheets and the creak of the wooden chair as Justin shifts in his seat, his hand moving slowly up and down his thick cock as he watches the scene unfold before him. "Starting position?" Shelia asks Joji. Joji nods, her face burning with humiliation and arousal. The two women wrap their hands around each other's hair, pressing their bare bodies together as they kneel facing each other. Their breasts press together, the hard points of their nipples rubbing against each other through the light contact. Shelia's blue eyes lock onto Joji's brown ones, her face just inches away. Their breath mingles in the space between them as they maintain their grip, their bodies pressed flush from chest to hips.
"On three," Shelia murmurs, her words soft but firm.
Joji nods again, her fingers tightening around Shelia's blonde hair as she braces herself. "One... two..." Shelia pauses, savoring the moment as Joji's small, pert breasts press against her own larger ones. Her blue eyes sparkle with a dangerous light as she moves in, closing the distance between them. "Three". The two women pull each other's hair and press their foreheads together, their bodies tensing as they strain against each other. Joji's small frame trembles, her breasts bouncing slightly as Shelia's larger form presses against her. The impact is muffled by their entwined bodies, but the force of it still makes Joji gasp. Sheila's blue eyes flash with triumph as she feels Joji's smaller form yield beneath her. She uses her superior height and strength to push Joji back onto the bed, straddling her as they tumble together.
"Unhh!" Joji grunts as she hits the mattress, Sheila's larger body pinning her down. Sheila's thighs bracket Joji's hips as she presses her advantage, her blonde hair cascading around both their faces as she leans down. Their faces are inches apart, Shelia's breath hot against Joji's flushed skin.
"Like getting pinned down slut?" Shelia taunts, her words thick with arousal. Joji squirms beneath her, her small hands pushing weakly at Shelia's shoulders. "S-Shelia... you're heavier than me...fucking fat bitch!" Joji spits backs.
The insult makes Shelia's eyes flash with delight rather than anger. She begins to repeatedly slap Joji in the face. "Oh you want to call me fat?" Shelia purrs, her hand striking Joji's face with sharp, stinging slaps. Each impact makes Joji's head jerk to the side, her hair flying as she gasps in pain and surprise. Tears well up in her brown eyes, not from the pain, but from the humiliation of being pinned and struck like this.
Justin's breathing quickens as he watches, his hand moving faster over his cock as he drinks in the scene. The red handprints blooming across his mother's face make his balls tighten with need.
Shelia leans down, her face hovering just above Joji's. "You're mine now." Shelia says to Joji. Joji retaliates by spitting in Shelia's face. Shelia's blue eyes darken with rage at the insult. With a snarl, she grabs Joji's throat and squeezes, not enough to cut off air, but enough to make her gasp in shock. Shelia's other hand grips Joji's tit. In retaliation, Joji spits in Shelia’s face.
"Did you just spit on me, bitch?" Shelia growls, her face twisted with fury and arousal. Joji thrashes beneath her, her small hands clawing at Shelia's wrist as she tries to pry the grip from her throat. Tears stream down her face, making her mascara run in black trails.
"F-Fuck you!" "Fuck you too," Shelia hisses. She tightens her grip on Joji's throat while her other hand roughly kneads her breast, fingers pinching and twisting the sensitive nipple.
Joji arches her back, a choked moan escaping as pain shoots through her. Shelia's large breasts sway during the struggle, occasionally brushing against Joji's chest as she moves. The contact sends waves of shame and arousal through Joji's body. Shelia's grip on her throat forces Joji to look up at her, their faces mere inches apart.
"You're going to learn your place," Shelia growls. Out of desperation, Joji reaches out and grabs a handful of Shelia's pussy hair. Shelia yelps in surprise and pain as Joji yanks hard. Her grip on Joji's throat loosens momentarily as she jerks back. Joji seizes the opportunity, bucking her hips and rolling them both over until she's on top. Shelia's surprise makes her face go slack for just a second, giving Joji the advantage. Joji begins her own attack of slaps to Shelia's face. "Doesn't feel so good, does it bitch?" Joji screams at Shelia as she continues to strike her. Justin's cock twitches as he watches his mother, usually so reserved, showing such violent dominance. The sound of flesh striking flesh fills the air as Joji's small hands smack against Shelia's face. Tears stream down Shelia's face now as she struggles beneath Joji's surprisingly strong grip. Joji's hair has come completely undone, wild strands framing her flushed face as she maintains her position atop Shelia. Her small breasts bounce during the struggle, her nipples still hard and dark pink from arousal. Shelia's larger frame trembles beneath Joji's assault, her blue eyes wide with shock and pain.
Justin grips his cock even tighter and increases the speed of his stroke a little more as he watches his mother dominate her rival. Joji suddenly pauses in her assault, leaning down to bring her face inches from Shelia's. Their chests press together, Joji's smaller breasts squashed against Shelia's larger ones. Shelia can feel Joji's rapid heartbeat against her skin. Their breath mingles as they lock eyes, Shelia's expression still showing shock, Joji's dark with rage and arousal.
"Calling me the neighborhood cum dumpster?" Joji whispers dangerously. Shelia's lips part slightly, a soft whimper escaping as Joji's weight presses her into the mattress. Joji continues slapping Shelia's face. Each impact makes Shelia's head jerk to the side, her blonde hair flying. Joji's small hands leave red marks across Shelia's face, her fingers occasionally pulling at Shelia's hair as she strikes. Somehow, Shelia finds the strength of buck Joji off of her. She kicks Joji away from her, causing Joji to fall off of the bed and onto the bedroom floor. Justin's cock jumps in his hand as he watches his mother hit the floor hard. Shelia scrambles off the bed, standing above Joji with her hands on her wide hips. Joji lies sprawled on her back, panting heavily, her small chest heaving as she stares up at Shelia.
"Get up bitch!" Shelia screams at Joji. Joji scrambles to her feet, her face flushed with exertion and rage. Shelia and Joji begin circling each other. Their movements are fluid, a dance of aggression and dominance. Shelia's larger frame dominates the room as she circles, her heavy breasts swaying with each step. Joji's smaller body tenses with coiled energy, her muscles taut as she prepares for the next attack. Sweat glistens on both their bodies, their skin flushed with exertion. The air is thick with tension as Joji and Shelia continue their circling match. Joji's small frame trembles slightly, her brown eyes fixed intently on Shelia's face. Shelia's larger form looms, her blue eyes locked onto Joji with a predatory intensity. Shelia suddenly lunges forward, grabbing Joji around the waist and slamming her back against the bedroom wall. The impact knocks the air from Joji's lungs as Shelia presses her body against hers. Joji's head cracks against the wall, making her vision blur momentarily. Before she can react, Shelia drives her fist in Joji's breast. The impact sends shockwaves of pain through Joji's body as Shelia's fist makes contact. Her small breasts jiggle violently from the blow, and a choked gasp escapes her mouth. Shelia, still holding Joji against the wall, brings her face close to Joji's ear. "Like that, huh?" She purrs, her words dripping with malice. She drives her fist into Joji's other breast, causing Joji to cry out in pain and arousal. Shelia's large breasts press against Joji's smaller ones, their nipples hard.
"You're going to learn to respect me." Justin grips his cock tightly as he watches Shelia manhandle his mother against the wall. His mother's small breasts bounce and jiggle as Shelia repeatedly punches them, her gasps and moans of pain turning into soft whimpers of arousal. His hand moves faster, slick with precum as he watches Shelia pin his mother against the wall while groping her small tits roughly.
Shelia suddenly releases Joji, causing her to slump to the floor. Shelia stands above Joji, her large breasts heaving with exertion, sweat glistening on her skin. She looks down at Joji with a mixture of triumph and lust. Joji, sprawled on the floor, looks up at Shelia with a complex expression - anger, humiliation, and arousal all swirling together. She tries to stand, but her legs are shaky from the intense physical exertion and emotional turmoil. Sheila moves to help her up, grabbing Joji's arm and yanking her to her feet. Once standing, Shelia's brings Joji's body into hers and holds her in. She then begins to pound Joji's ribs using her free fist. Each punch drives the air from Joji's lungs, her body jerking with the impact. Her ribs feel bruised and tender under Shelia's relentless assault. Shelia's larger body dominates the space, pressing Joji's smaller frame against her own. The sound of fists striking flesh echoes through the room as Shelia's knuckles rain down on Joji's torso. Joji's gasps turn into full-body tremors as Shelia's blows continue. She struggles weakly in Shelia's grip, but she's too overwhelmed to fight back properly. Her small breasts press against Shelia's larger ones during every blow, the contact sending jolts of sensation through both women.
Justin watches his mother take the brutal beating, her body jerking with each impact. His cock throbs in his hand as he watches Shelia's larger frame dominate his mother's smaller one. Joji's face contorts with pain and pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream as Shelia's fist punches into her ribs. The sounds of Shelia's exertion and Joji's gasps fill the air, mingling with the heavy thuds of flesh hitting flesh. Sweat glistens on both women's bodies as they move together in the brutal dance of dominance. Shelia's large breasts bounce during every punch, her nipples stiff from the excitement of dominating her opponent. The punches to Joji's ribs gradually become slower, more deliberate. Each strike now presses against her body rather than striking it, using the contact to force Joji's small frame against her own. Shelia's breathing has slowed, though she still pants heavily as she holds Joji firmly against her. Joji's chest heaves as she gasps for breath, her small breasts pressed flush against Shelia's larger ones. The pain from Shelia's punches has subsided into a dull, throbbing ache that spreads throughout her torso. All of a sudden, a burst of energy comes through Joji. Joji's small hands shoot up, grabbing Shelia's hair and yanking hard. Shelia's head jerks back as Joji's grip tightens. The larger woman gasps in surprise, her hands instinctively moving to Joji's wrists to pry them away. Joji, seeing an opening, uses the momentum of Shelia's movement to knee her in the stomach. Shelia grunts, doubling over slightly, and Joji shoves her to the bedroom floor. Joji is now standing over Shelia. The larger woman sprawls on the carpet, her heavy breasts bouncing from the fall. Joji begins to kick Shelia. Sheila rolls onto her side, her large breasts swaying heavily as she tries to protect her torso. Joji's small feet connect with Shelia's ribs, her kicks precise and controlled despite her smaller stature. Each impact draws a grunt from Sheila as she curls in on herself. Her thick thighs squeeze together instinctively, pressing her pussy against her own hand as she tries to cover her body. Joji's small face is flushed with exertion, her brown eyes wild with a combination of anger and arousal. She moves with practiced efficiency, alternating between kicking and stomping on Sheila's vulnerable areas. Shelia's large breasts bounce during every impact, her heavy flesh jiggling with the force of Joji's attacks.
"Fucking bitch!" Joji hisses. Joji's small foot connects with Shelia's thigh, the impact sending a jolt up her leg. Shelia gasps, her thick thighs spreading slightly as the shock registers. Joji immediately takes advantage, dropping to her knees and straddling Shelia's body. Joji reaches back and digs her fingernails into Shelia's pussy. Shelia arches her back with a sharp cry, her large breasts pressing up as her body tenses. Her thick thighs clamp around Joji's hand, but Joji digs her nails in deeper, forcing a guttural moan from Shelia's throat. The larger woman's pussy is already wet, her arousal evident as Joji's fingers press against her folds. "Call me the neighborhood whore? My pussy feels tighter than yours! You're the fucking slut!" Joji screams at Shelia. Shelia's face contorts in pain and pleasure as Joji's nails scrape against her clit. Her large breasts heave with rapid breaths, her thick nipples stiff and visibly erect. Joji grinds her small hand against Shelia's pussy, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as Shelia squirms beneath her.
"F-fuck... you... fucking little... bitch..." Shelia pants, her voice strained as she speaks. Shelia reaches up and begins pulling on Joji's nipples. The sharp pain makes Joji cry out, her small breasts jiggling as Shelia yanks at them. Despite the pain, Joji doesn't let up, maintaining her assault on Shelia's pussy. Shelia's large breasts bounce as she arches her back, trying to escape the intense stimulation. Shelia suddenly rolls, attempting to flip their positions. Joji and Shelia are now rolling on the floor, wrestling for dominance. Sheila's larger frame gives her an advantage, but Joji's smaller, quicker movements allow her to maintain a degree of control. Their bodies press together, breasts sliding against each other as they struggle. Sweat and arousal permeate the air as their skin sticks and separates during the intense grappling. The women's movements become more aggressive, Shelia's larger breasts bouncing wildly as they grapple. Sheila manages to get on top, straddling Joji's face with her hairy pussy. Sheila grinds her soaked cxnt against Joji's face, smothering her with her thick thighs. The musky scent of her arousal fills Joji's nose as Sheila's folds smear across her mouth and nose. Joji gasps for air, her face buried in Sheila's flesh as Sheila grinds harder, her large breasts swaying above her. Justin watches from his chair, his cock twitching in his hand as his mother struggles beneath Shelia. Joji's arms flail, trying to push Shelia off, but the larger woman's thighs clamp tighter around her head. Shelia lets out a guttural moan, her pussy clenching around Joji's nose and mouth. Shelia's hips rock back and forth, rubbing her wet folds against Joji's face. Joji's muffled protests turn into choked groans as Shelia's juices flood her face. Her small hands clutch at Shelia's thick thighs, nails digging into soft flesh as she tries to gain purchase.
Suddenly, Joji sinks her teeth into Shelia's pussy. Sheila screams, her entire body tensing as Joji's teeth sink into her soft flesh. She rolls off immediately, clutching her throbbing pussy. The pain is immediate and intense, making her vision blur at the edges.
"Y-you fucking BITCH!" Shelia's words crack with shock and pain. Her large breasts heave as she scrambles backwards. Joji spits Sheila's blonde pussy hair out of her mouth and wipes it with the back of her hand. She stares Shelia down, her small chest rising and falling rapidly. Joji scrambles toward Shelia and gets on top of her. She begins firing another flurry of hard slaps to Shelia's face. Slap after slap cracks through the air as Joji's small hand connects with Shelia's face. Shelia's head snaps side to side with each impact, her skin flushing with red marks. The larger woman's heavy breasts bounce during each hit, her thick nipples stiff and sensitive. Shelia tries to protect her face, but Joji's fury is relentless, her small hands moving with surprising speed. Drool drips from Shelia's mouth as she struggles to breathe through the assault. Joji's small, toned body moves like a machine, her hips grinding down into Shelia's as she lands blows.
Joji then begins to focus on Shelia's large breasts. She begins to mercilessly pound her fists into them. The impact sends shockwaves through Shelia's massive chest. She arches her back, her heavy breasts bouncing and jiggling with every hit. Joji's small fists sink into the soft flesh, her knuckles leaving temporary dimples in Shelia's skin. Shelia's face contorts in pain, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her thick nipples stand at attention, stiff and oversensitive as Joji's punches send vibrations through her entire body.
Joji's movements become more precise. She aims her blows to strike Shelia's sensitive nipples directly, making the larger woman cry out in pain and pleasure. Justin begins to moan as he watches his mother systematically brutalize Shelia's breasts. His hand moves faster along his cock as he sees his mother's small fists pummel Shelia's massive chest. Joji finally finishes her assault on her opponent's tits. She gets up and stands over Shelia. Shelia lies on the floor, her massive breasts heaving as she gasps for air. Her face is flushed, her large nipples swollen and stiff, reddened from Joji's relentless attacks. Joji stands above her, small hands on her hips, chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. Joji stands before Shelia, her small frame exuding dominance. Her toned body is glistening with sweat, her tight muscles flexing as she breathes heavily. Her small breasts rise and fall, nipples stiff from the adrenaline rush of the fight. The red marks on her skin from Shelia's earlier assaults stand out starkly against her pale flesh. The way she looks down at Shelia—her face a mask of controlled fury, lips parted slightly—is undeniably sexy.
Joji's dark eyes burn with an intense fire as she looks down at her defeated rival. Her small hands curl into fists at her sides, her nails still wet from Shelia's pussy juices. Shelia sits up slowly, her massive breasts swaying heavily as she moves. She wipes at her face with the back of her hand, smearing saliva and drool across her flushed skin. Her thick nipples still stand stiff and sore from Joji's relentless pounding. She meets Joji's gaze with a look of mixed pain and reluctant admiration.
"You... fucking little..." Shelia's voice comes out rough, still hoarse from screaming. She swallows hard, her throat working as she struggles to maintain her composure. Her face flushes darker as she realizes how thoroughly she's been beaten. Shelia wants to keep catfighting, but she's too exhausted and in too much pain to continue. Her massive breasts feel like they've been through a meat tenderizer, and Joji's pussy teeth marks still throb between her legs. She looks down, ashamed at her defeat, and sees Joji's son still stroking himself, watching the entire scene with rapt attention. Her face flushes an even deeper red at this realization, the embarrassment of her loss made worse by her loss of dignity.
Joji, still catching her breath, looks down at Shelia with a fierce triumph. "C'mon Mom! Finish her!" Justin cheers as he continues stroking his hard cock. "I wanna see a rear naked choke hold!" Joji turns her head slightly toward her son, her face still flushed with exertion. The way he says it—so casual, so demanding—makes something hot and possessive stir in her chest. Her small hands flex at her sides as she looks back down at Shelia.
The larger woman sits up fully now, her massive breasts swaying as she moves. She looks at Justin with a mixture of humiliation and reluctant desire. Shelia knows she's lost, but she's not one to back down completely. She swallows hard, her throat working as she steels herself.
"C'mon then, you little bitch," she mutters, voice rough. "Show me what you've got." Joji grabs Shelia by the hair, pulling her up into a standing position. Shelia stumbles to her feet, her massive breasts bouncing with the sudden movement. Joji positions herself behind Shelia placing her in the rear naked choke hold Justin requested. Joji's small arms wrap around Shelia's thick neck, her biceps flexing as she applies pressure. Shelia's breath catches instantly as Joji's muscular arms tighten like a vice. Shelia's hands fly up instinctively, claws digging into Joji's forearms as she struggles to breathe. Her massive breasts heave as she panics, the heavy mounds swaying wildly during her desperate attempts to break free.
Joji feels Shelia's body tremble against her, the larger woman's powerful frame slowly weakening as oxygen deprivation sets in. Shelia's knees buckle slightly, forcing Joji to tighten her grip even more. Shelia's struggles grow weaker as seconds pass. Her massive breasts sway less dramatically now, heaving only with labored breaths. Her claws retract from Joji's arms, the fight draining from her body. Joji feels Shelia's pulse hammering against her forearm as the larger woman's consciousness slips away.
"Knock her out Mom!" Justin cheers excitedly. His hand moves faster along his cock, eyes glued to Shelia's swaying breasts. Joji tightens her grip just enough to make Shelia's body spasm. The larger woman's knees finally give out completely, her massive breasts bouncing heavily as she falls forward. "Don't be stubborn whore. Submit!" Joji demands. Shelia's pride wars with her survival instinct as she gags, her hands weakly reaching back to claw at Joji's arms. Her vision blurs, darkens at the edges. Shelia's last conscious thought is of Joji's son watching her be dominated, and the way it makes her pussy throb despite her humiliation. She finally relaxes her body, giving in completely to Joji's hold. Shelia, who is now unconscious, slumps backwards. Joji releases her hold, letting her enemy fall to the bedroom floor with a loud thud. Shelia collapses onto her back, her massive breasts spreading out on either side of her torso. Her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as she lies unconscious. Joji stands over her, hands on her hips, sweat-slicked body glistening in the low light. Her small chest heaves with exertion, her nipples still stiff and peaked from the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She looks down at Shelia's defeated form, her face a mask of triumph mixed with something darker, more possessive. Justin, still sitting in his chair, strokes his cock furiously. The sight of Shelia dropping to the floor unconsciously and seeing her large breasts jiggle violently makes him cum. He moans loudly as he sprays thick ropes of cum onto the floor in front of him. His hand slows as he catches his breath, chest heaving as he looks at his mother with a mix of adoration and lust. Joji turns to face her son, her small body still tense with adrenaline. She looks at him with a predatory gaze, taking in his spent state and the mess he's made. Justin, who's now finished, gets up from his chair. He walks over to his mother and takes her hand and raises it up in the air in victory. "The winner, by knockout, the Ferocious Filipina, Joji!" he announces. Joji's face flushes slightly at her son's proclamation, a rare, genuine smile breaking across her face. She squeezes his hand back, their fingers intertwining. Her eyes flick down to the mess on the floor before returning to Shelia's unconscious form. "My very first catfight! I won!" Joji says excitedly. "That was so fucking hot, Mom!" Justin says. "You looked really sexy catfighting." Joji beams at her son's praise, her small body still buzzing with adrenaline. She looks down at Shelia's prone form again, the unconscious woman's massive breasts rising and falling as she breathes. Joji's fingers tighten around Justin's hand as she watches Shelia's face, her expression showing something between triumph and possessiveness.
"I did, didn't I?" Joji murmurs. "Did you enjoy watching me catfight?" Joji asks as she lets go of Justin's hand and embraces him. "I did, Mom. You looked so strong and sexy putting Shelia in her place!" Joji hugs her son back, feeling his body press against her small frame. She can sense his arousal, making her feel powerful and possessive. "I want to see you catfight with her again, Mom. Can we do this more often?" Joji's eyes sparkle with a mix of desire and possessiveness as she gazes at her son. She runs her hands down his back, pressing him closer to her. "Of course we can, baby. But you owe me one hell Mother's Day gift, okay?" Justin nods eagerly, his arms tightening around his mother's smaller body. "Anything, Mom. Anything for you."
