Generations By the Masked Writer (Aunt vs Niece)

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Generations
By the Masked Writer

The mid-July sun beat down on the small, patchy lawn behind the house, the air thick and shimmering with humidity. The cicadas provided a relentless, buzzing soundtrack to the oppressive heat.
Maya, nineteen and lanky, sat cross-legged on a faded towel. She was spending a few weeks of her summer vacation staying at the house of her widowed aunt, Eleanor. Maya was still strikingly pale despite the summer sun, barely a slight beginning of a tan was starting to gild her fair skin. Her bright blonde hair was pulled into a messy ponytail that highlighted her sharp, icy blue eyes. Wearing only a pair of frayed denim cut-offs and a small neon green bikini top covering her small breast, her extremely slim frame was on full display. She was very slim, but beneath her skin one could see tight, athletic muscle definition; the sharp lines of her ribcage were clearly visible above the taut, sculpted ridges of her abdominals.

The screen door slammed, a sharp crack that startled her.

Eleanor, her forty-eight-year-old aunt, stomped down the two wooden steps. Though a beautiful woman, Eleanor carried the weight of her years in a stocky, pear-shaped figure. Years of smoking had taken their toll on her physical condition. Her brown hair, heavily threaded with grayish-silver, was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and the faint smell of stale cigarette smoke clung to her skin. She wore a loose, thin floral sundress that scooped low in the back--with nothing on underneath--revealing the soft folds of flab that gathered above her waistline. As she gestured angrily, the soft flesh under her arms jiggled visibly. She wasn't obese by any means, but her heavy thighs and soft buttocks shifted softly under the thin, unlined fabric.
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Eleanor snapped, a raspy cough catching in her throat before her voice cut through the heavy air.

Maya shaded her eyes, squinting up. "What are you talking about, Aunt Eleanor?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Maya." Eleanor closed the distance between them, her dry, smoker's breathing already audible. "I saw the way you were looking at David yesterday. Parading around in next to nothing while you're staying under my roof. You were practically throwing yourself at him."

Maya let out a short, incredulous laugh and stood up, towering over the older woman by several inches. "Are you kidding? He's your boyfriend and he's old enough to be my father. I barely spoke two words to him."
"You didn't have to speak," Eleanor sneered, her gaze raking up and down Maya's ultra-thin, athletic body with evident disdain. "You just stick those sharp little bones out. You think a grown man wants a scrawny, bony stick like you? You look like a starved boy."
Maya's blue eyes flashed. The air between them felt suddenly electric. "At least I don't look like a melting candle, Eleanor. No wonder you're so insecure about David. Look at you." Maya gestured vaguely at her aunt. "You're soft and sagging everywhere. You smoke like a chimney, you're twice my age, and you're completely out of shape. No wonder you are insanely jealous."

The words hit their mark perfectly. Eleanor's face flushed a deep, mottled purplish-red. "You arrogant little bitch," she hissed.
Without warning, Eleanor lunged. It wasn't a push; she swung a heavy, closed fist that caught Maya squarely in her exposed ribs.

Pain flared white-hot through Maya's thin frame, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips as the blow rattled against her prominent ribcage. Before Maya could recover, Eleanor grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and dragged her down to the baked earth.

The physical reality of the fight crashed over them. The air filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, grunts of exertion, and the tearing of dry grass.
Eleanor was overwhelmingly heavier. She scrambled on top of Maya, pinning her down. The damp, clinging fabric of Eleanor's thin sundress ground against Maya's bare, sweating skin. Maya felt the sheer, soft mass of Eleanor's thighs and buttocks pressing heavily over her hips, a suffocating weight that trapped her completely.
Eleanor brought her fist down again, punching Maya in the ribs a second time. Maya groaned in genuine agony, her slender torso arching as the heavier woman used her sheer bulk to dominate. Sweat dripped from Eleanor's chin onto Maya's chest, smelling faintly of old tobacco as their skin slicked and slid against each other in the terrible heat.

"Scrawny little tramp!" Eleanor panted, trying to leverage her forearm across Maya's throat.
Panic and pain fueled a massive surge of adrenaline in Maya. Her youthful cardiovascular system kicked in, her tight muscles bunching with coiled energy beneath her skin. She twisted her upper body violently, taking another glancing blow to the shoulder, and pulled her right leg up as far as she could under Eleanor's heavy center of gravity.

With a primal scream, Maya drove her knee upward with vicious, pinpoint accuracy, burying it deep into the soft, yielding flesh of Eleanor's belly.
The impact was devastating. The blow, striking directly into her soft abdomen, completely collapsed Eleanor's compromised, smoker's lungs. All the air left her in a sickening, wet whoosh. Her eyes bulged, her mouth opening in a silent, agonizing gasp as her diaphragm seized and her throat rattled for oxygen. The older woman's heavy body immediately went slack, momentarily paralyzed by the total loss of breath.
But Maya, fueled by adrenaline but lacking experience, froze for a crucial second. Instead of immediately bucking the older woman off, she gasped, clutching her own throbbing, bruised ribs.
That moment of hesitation was all Eleanor needed. Sucking in a ragged, desperate breath that sounded like a harsh wheeze, the older woman refused to yield. Driven by pure rage, she threw her weight forward again before Maya could escape. Eleanor's heavy, sweat-slicked hands clamped down on Maya's bare shoulders, her heavy body pressing down hard, trying to crush her niece back into the dirt.

A grueling, prolonged struggle ensued on the dead grass. They rolled in the blistering heat, skin squeaking and sliding on sweat. Eleanor's heavier, soft limbs tangled with Maya's long, firm ones. Eleanor managed to get a forearm across Maya's chest, pressing down with all her weight, moaning with the sheer exertion of the effort.
Maya thrashed, her tight abdominals flexing as she fought the suffocating mass. Slowly but surely, the tide turned. The knee strike combined with Eleanor's tar-damaged lungs drained the older woman's core reserves, and the relentless summer heat was punishing. As they grappled, dragging each other through the dust, Eleanor's resistance became frantic and inefficient. Her movements grew sluggish, her soft arms trembling violently under the strain. Her chest heaved frantically.
Sensing her aunt fading, Maya used her superior leverage and youthful stamina. With a final, explosive twist of her hips, she wrenched herself free of Eleanor's weakening grasp, rolling them over and scrambling to the top.
Maya's lean, muscular thighs clamped like a vice around Eleanor's softer waist. Eleanor wasn't done yet; she bucked wildly, her soft hips thrusting upward in a desperate attempt to dislodge the lighter girl, her hands clawing clumsily at Maya's taut stomach. But her strength was entirely spent. Every thrash was slower and weaker than the last, accompanied by dry, raspy coughs. Finally, with a defeated, wheezing groan, Eleanor collapsed back against the baked earth, her muscles burning, completely exhausted.

Maya grabbed both of Eleanor's wrists, pinning her flabby arms above her head in the dirt.
The older woman was now totally powerless, her chest heaving violently, tears of pain, asthma-like breathlessness, and utter exhaustion leaking from her eyes.
Maya looked down at her, her blue eyes cold and triumphant. Her own ribs throbbed fiercely, but the victory tasted sweet.

"Who's the pathetic one now, Eleanor?" Maya spat, her voice laced with venom.
Eleanor could only moan, weakly trying to writhe her soft thighs, but Maya's firm, unyielding grip held her completely immobilized.
"Say it," Maya demanded, releasing one of Eleanor's wrists just long enough to deliver a hard, stinging slap across her aunt's sweaty, flushed cheek. The crack echoed in the heavy summer air. "Tell me how pathetic you are."

Eleanor whimpered, turning her face away, refusing to speak through her raspy gasps.
Maya's eyes narrowed. She grabbed a fistful of Eleanor's sweaty, grayish-brown hair and yanked her head back, forcing her aunt to look up at her. She slapped her again, harder this time. "Say it!"
"I'm... I'm pathetic," Eleanor finally choked out, her resistance completely shattered, chest hitching with humiliated, breathless sobs.

"Damn right you are. You're weak, you're out of breath, and you're old," Maya taunted. To drive the point home, she pinched a thick roll of soft flab on Eleanor's waistline, squeezing it hard enough to make the older woman cry out. "David wouldn't want to touch this melting mess. You look ridiculous."
To finalize the absolute degradation, Maya moved her hands to the collar of Eleanor's sweat-soaked floral sundress. With a violent, deliberate yank, she ripped the thin fabric down the middle. Because Eleanor wore nothing underneath, the flimsy dress tore cleanly away with a loud, shredding sound. Maya grabbed the torn halves and pulled savage-like, ripping the entire garment completely off Eleanor's torso and waist, tearing away chunks of the floral pattern and tossing them into the dirt. After a pause, she pulled the garment down Eleanor's legs. The older woman tried to kick, feebly and then attempted to raise and pull the dress back up but she was wasted and could not even sit.

Maya threw the dress away while Eleanor fell back on the ground, lying completely bare and exposed to the harsh afternoon sun on the dead grass, her pale, soft belly heaving and her saggy, snow-white breast  rising and falling at a frantic pace as she tried to catch her breath while attempting in vain to hold back convulsive sobs.

Eleanor let out a prolonged wail of utter humiliation, instinctively trying to free her hands to cover her soft, naked body. But Maya easily pinned her arms back down, forcing her to lie there, completely ruined, stripped, and exposed.

Maya held her there for a long, agonizing minute, ensuring her aunt felt every second of her total defeat, the firm, youthful muscle of Maya's legs pressing relentlessly against Eleanor's soft, conquered body.
Then Maya rose on her feet and mercilessly stomped Eleanor's soft belly with her foot. Her aunt tried to roll on the side but had hardly enough strength left. Then Maya grabbed Eleanor's feet and pulled her legs apart before stomping her right on her pussy. Eleanor moaned in pain but could not do anything else.
Finally, with a look of utter disgust, Maya shoved off her. She stood up, brushing the dirt from her own bare, sculpted stomach. She looked down one last time at her aunt sobbing and squirming naked on the scorched grass, then turned and walked toward the house without a backward glance.
Long before Eleanor could get on her feet ad walk, Maya had taken her things and left the house.
The end

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