Christine was filled with mixed emotions. Her relationship with her daughter was more of a sisterhood than one of mother daughter. Since she got divorced so young she had raised Madi as much as Madi had raised her. Still her word was her bond. Christine looked at her daughter sitting Indian style on the bed and was about to speak when her daughter sprang at her like a cat and tackled her trying to pin her to the bed. Christine was caught by surprise and began to struggle as Madi had mounted her around her waist and was attempting to gain control of her arms. Her long brown hair in a pony tail brushing Christine’s face and partially blinding her. “Boy, your strong, kid” was all Christine could grunt as she fought her daughter trying to rock her to the left and right. She began began to kick her legs trying to buck Madi off but Madi just moved up to sitting on Christine’s stomach as they continued to fight for hand control. Christine’s left hand was no in Madi’s control and moments later Madi got Christine’s other hand pinned. Christine began to panic and buck wildly as Madi’s bare thighs where now almost pinning her shoulders. Madi just sit there concentrating on keeping her bucking advisory pinned. Her pretty pony tail just bobbing to every bucking move Christine made. Madi’s white shirt was partially open exposing that she had not worn a bra tonight. Christine felt as Madi moved up even further and felt as her daughters firm thighs where now pinning her shoulders and her pink panties where now only an inch from her chin. Christine panicked and began to order Madi “Madi Marie Jones, this is enough. Let your mother up….NOW!” Madi just looked down at her prone mother who’s head was now in between her thighs and said “ so, I can f*ck Brad? (her boyfriend) . Christine, who is a natural red head with fair complexion felt her face flush with anger. Madi saw it, too and braced as Christine bucked real hard causing Madi to balance herself with the cinderblock wall. Madi waited as she bucked several times and became still underneath her. Madi looked down at Christine and said with a coy smile “I take that as a no?” Christine bucked again. Madi now moved to the point where her pink thong where covering her mothers mouth and pressed her bare thighs against Christine’s very red flushed cheeks. She heard her say “I AM YOUR MOTHER” though muffled pantie. Madi looked at her and just said flatly “Rank has no place here, mother.” Madi began to settle in her spot and prepared for her stubborn mother to buck once more but was surprised when she unexpectedly found two bare feet come around and hook her head and she felt herself flip backwards and roll off the bed.
Christine sprang from the bed as Madi got up from the floor. Both eyed each other. Madi’s shirt was now open exposing her firm perky c cup breasts with her pink g string pantie. Her pony tail was still bouncing. Christine was in black spandex shorts with a red shirt that was half exposing her equally ample breasts. “I see I’m not the only one to go braless tonight, mother…I mean Christine.” Madi smiled. “You want to fix your shirt before we continue this?” Christine asked as she was about to bring her shirt down back over her shapely stomach. Madi got into a wrestling pose with her hands stretched out and said “No, we are just getting started.” She rushed Christine and both women interlocked fingers and began a traditional test of strength struggle across the small dorm room. Both bare footed women began to struggle as they were both the same height and Madi weighed about 10 pounds more than her mother. Back and forth they struggled straining hand to hand bare feet pressed into carpeted floor. Christine got the better leverage and began to press Madi back when Madi changed tactics and brought Christine in and bear hugged her. Her perky breasts pressed against Christine’s slightly less firm but ample breasts. She wrapped her firm legs against Christine’s still firm legs and both women went crashing to the floor. Christine ended up on top but that only lasted till Madi rolled her over. They rolled back and forth as bare breast pressed together and stomachs pressed together. Christine’s was firm from working out with Madi still having the slight baby fat that comes from a girl with hasn’t done gymnastics for years. Legs intertwined they rolled to and fro till Madi managed to stop the momentum and ended up on top. Madi was attempting to gain control of her hands again and by instinct Christine grabbed Madi’s pony tail and pulled hard throwing Madi off balance. Christine scrambled on top of Madi and after mounting her now fully open shirt she battled for control over Madi’s hands. She moved up to sit on Madi’s stomach and her short cropped red hair was not getting matted with sweat. She got control of Madi’s hands and sat an inch from her daughters chin. She looked down at Madi though her spandex crotch and saw the rage in her eyes. “Now you know how this feels”. Christine hissed. Madi bucked causing Chrstine’s exposed breasts to bounce. Her shirt was now around her neck and she just tossed it to the side.
She felt Madi tense and she felt her attempt to put her pretty feet around her head. Christine chucked at this thinking that all they gymnastic lessons she had spend on her daughter, Madi was not as flexible as she was. Christine had enjoyed her gymnastics growing up, Madi did hers because her mother made her. Then Christine felt the pain in her right thigh as Madi was biting her inner thigh. This caused Christine to scream and loose her balance and end up on her back on the carpet. Madi was right on her in a flash with rage in her eyes. Her shirt was thrown and her pony tail was gone as her topless daughter crashed into her. Both bare breasted women began rolling on the floor sweat soaked stomachs pressed together with bare breasts sliding across each other. Erect nipples caused from the friction and physical contact stung when they found the breasts and erect nipples of their opponent. Madi’s much firmer breasts where still slightly puffy while Christine’s where not as firm but her nipples where fully functioning. Christine was pissed. Her leg throbbed from the bite mark, but the rage ran deeper. This was a confrontation between another women, not a daughter. As she looked into her opponents eyes she was, at this moment , a stranger. This was a battle. Both women locked up in a tangle of legs, thighs and arms. They could feel the other breathing hard and feel the others skin dripping with sweat . They were locked and staining tightly. Attempting to roll back and forth Madi was again on top. Christine was running out of steam. She was fit, but 15 years older. She was desperate and that bite on the leg was throbbing. They were still fighting for hand control when Christine needed to break free to get a break. She felt Madi’s breasts pressed firmly against hers but managed to squeeze her hand close enough to grab her breast with her nails and dig in hard. Madi howled and instinct kicked in and she reached for Christine’s hand in an attempt to get her hand off her breast. Christine attempted to pull away from her but Madi fought through the pain and doubled up her leg lock on Christine’s thigh keeping her within arms reach and dug her own hand into Christine’s breast. Both women’s eyes began to swell with tears from the pain. Short shallow breaths and clenched teeth as they both doubled down and began clawing the other breast. Both blessed and endowed women had more than a handful and for once this was not a blessing. Nails dug deeper. Each time one dug deeper the other reciprocated.
Madi was spent. She could tell her mother was working on steam. The gamble was not worth her loosing this battle. She released her hold on her advisories thigh as she released her opponents battered and bloodied breasts and pushed with all her might. Christine looked up at Madi preparing to spring back into action and was relieved to see Madi just back up to rest against the wall and began nursing her own breasts. Both women made eye contact and see the rage still there. Madi began to speak when Christine stated “I still will not give you permission.” Madi hissed as she threw herself at her mom “It’s not your choice anymore”.
They met in a clash of flesh. Nails digging into backs and sides. Bare feet kicking ,knees thrusting into thingh and glancing off of crotches. They were both beyond spent but felt they were in a primal fight. so Christine got her hand pinned between their hips. She changed her hand position in a moment and dug her hand into Madi’s exposed pussy. Madi’s eyes when wide and the scream didn’t come for several seconds as she punched Christine right in the jaw. Christine saw stars and faded back. She woke several seconds later to find her spendix pants pulled down and Madi’s nails dug into her exposed pussy. Christine reflexively kicked at Madi and caught her at the side of the head causing her to release her hold and fall over from her kneeling position.
Both naked women slowly got to their knees. Both in pain both breathing hard and exhausted. Nursing their swollen and violated cxnts. Christine just said “This is what you wanted?” Madi just nodded as they attacked each other melting into a naked tangle of arms and legs. Matted hair tangled together as they rolled back and forth on the carpet. Firm bkare asses and backs showing signs of rug burn as they battled back and forth. Blood mixed with sweat as their bare breasts pressed together and giggled. Sweat soaked stomachs pressed together as thighs strained. Mani was the first to break free of the arm hold and sit up and Christine fallowed as they locked up while sitting with hands tangled in each others hair. Primal screams as brown eyes met. Hands scratching breasts and then bear hugging to scratched backs they moved closer and drew close enough that their stomachs where again touching and their crotches where touching. All spent Madi realized this was about proving she was women enough to be a women. She felt her opponents womanhood brushing against hers and she, working on instinct, rammed her pussy into Christine’s. She expected her opponent to cry in pain and back away but instead she felt Christine tense and ram her womanhood right back into hers. Both grinded pussy to pussy. Madi had never experienced pain like this and she had no idea how she knew but her mother was showing signs that this wasn’t her first exposure to this form of fighting. Christine caught her daughters look of confusion mixed with the pain they were both feeling and as she quickly bear hugged her to stop the hard pelvic thrusting. She felt her daughters firm breasts against hers. She was being completely dominated in the breast battle. Her daughters younger breasts where just naturally firmer and there was no way to compete against. Her only chance of winning her battle was to win the battle of the lady bits. She whispered “ Be prepared to do this if YOU ever have a daughter.” Madi felt her shift positions and felt a sharper pain as Christine had managed to raise her pelvic bone and now it was making direct contact with hers. Her pussy lips where sore as their clits banged together. Womanhood fighting womanhood. Breasts fighting breasts. Arms wrapped around each other so tight like snakes. Legs pulling each other in. Legs open wide to except each other’s pussy into their own. Hands in each others hair pulling and yanking heads from side to side.
