Sharon's vision blurred from the agony radiating through her body. Her daughter's thighs were like steel cables crushing her ribs, making every breath a shallow gasp. The sharp sting in her earlobe and the burning twist of her nipple felt like fire, but the humiliation burned hotter. This was her own flesh and blood dominating her, breaking her down on their living room floor.
With a desperate surge, Sharon bridged her hips violently, twisting her body to the side. Jenny's scissor hold loosened just enough for Sharon to slip one arm free. She clawed backward, raking her nails across Jenny's inner thigh, drawing thin lines of blood on the pale skin. Jenny hissed in pain and relaxed her legs further, allowing Sharon to wrench herself free and roll away.
Both women scrambled to their knees, naked and glistening with sweat, faces flushed with rage and exertion. Scratch marks crisscrossed their breasts and stomachs; small trickles of blood dotted their skin from bites and nails. Their heavy breathing filled the room as they circled each other on the rug, eyes locked in pure hatred.
"You think you're tough now, huh?" Sharon snarled, her voice hoarse. "I'll show you what happens to disrespectful little sluts."
Jenny smirked through her split lip, tasting copper. "Bring it, old woman. You're done."
Sharon lunged first, grabbing Jenny by the throat with both hands and driving her backward. They crashed into the coffee table, knocking it over with a loud thud as glasses and remotes scattered. Jenny's back hit the floor hard, but she brought her knee up sharply into Sharon's gut. The older woman grunted, her grip loosening, and Jenny shoved her off.
Now it was Jenny on the attack. She mounted her mother's chest in a schoolgirl pin, knees pinning Sharon's arms to the floor. Sharon bucked wildly, but Jenny leaned forward, slamming her forearm across her mom's throat while reaching back with her free hand. Her fingers found Sharon's exposed pussy lips and she pinched viciously, twisting the sensitive flesh.
Sharon's scream echoed through the house—a raw, guttural wail of pain and shock. Her legs kicked uselessly as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Stop... please... Jenny!"
But Jenny didn't stop. The power rush was intoxicating. "This is for ruining everything," she hissed, grinding her nails deeper before releasing and slapping her mother's breasts hard, watching them jiggle and redden.
Sharon, fueled by desperation, jerked her head up and sank her teeth into Jenny's hanging breast, clamping down on the already bitten tit. Jenny shrieked and reared back, blood flowing anew from the wound. In that moment of distraction, Sharon bucked again, this time succeeding in throwing Jenny off to the side.
They rolled apart, both rising shakily to their feet. Sharon's pussy throbbed unbearably, her nipple felt torn, but the fire in her eyes hadn't dimmed. Jenny clutched her mauled breast, blood smeared across her hand, but she advanced anyway.
The final clash was brutal and primal. They collided like wild animals, hands flying in a flurry of slaps, punches, and scratches. Fists landed on jaws, elbows to ribs, knees to thighs. Hair was yanked in chunks; nails carved fresh welts across backs and asses.
Sharon landed a solid hook to Jenny's cheek, snapping her head sideways. Jenny retaliated with a knee to her mom's crotch again, dropping Sharon to her knees with a choked sob. But as Jenny moved in for the finish, Sharon swept her legs, tackling her daughter down one last time.
They ended up side by side on the floor, too exhausted to continue the frenzy. Arms and legs entangled, they weakly slapped and pinched, trading insults in breathless whispers—"whore," "bitch," "I hate you."
Finally, neither could lift a hand anymore. They lay there panting, bodies battered and marked, the living room a wreck around them. Tears mixed with blood on their faces as the adrenaline faded, leaving only pain and regret.
