Tight Fit/Tit Fight by Sally
Themes: Breasts, Mother/Daughter Fight
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Tight Fit/Tit Fight
"Wendy, I've told you before. You are NOT going out without a bra on, and that's final," said Wendy's mother, Bea, as she caught her daughter sneaking out of the house for school. One glance at her daughter's tight school blouse had confirmed that her fourteen-year-old daughter had not put one on, again.
"Oh mom, c'mon, I'm late for school!" complained Wendy, looking down at her own chest - was it that obvious?
"Not my problem. I told you before that you're not to go to school without one."
"Aw, mom, no-one will know!"
"Wendy," sighed Bea, she'd been through this argument many times, "I told you before - you're a big girl now. You can't go out like that, it really does show."
"I'll put one on tomorrow, promise. It's just that I'm late now," said Wendy trying to get away.
"No!" yelled her exasperated mother and grabbed Wendy's arm. Pulling her back into the hall she closed the front door firmly.
"Look!" she said, pushing Wendy in front of the hall mirror. "Can't you see?"
"See what?" said Wendy in an annoyed, bored tone.
At that moment, Mark, Wendy's younger brother came through the hall on his way to school.
"Nice tits!" he said, cheekily.
"That's enough of that!" called Bea at his retreating back. Mark slammed the door noisily.
Wendy sulked in front of the mirror. Bea tried a conciliatory tone. "Look Wendy, it really does show."
She pulled Wendy's tight-fitting school blouse in slightly at the waist making her breasts stand out even more. The nipples poked the material into small peaks. Wendy was large breasted, like her mother, and her breasts, that months ago had seemed like puppy fat were now becoming all too apparent as she slimmed down.
"It's my body - I don't have to do what you say!" spat back Wendy.
This made Bea angry - she had tried being nice with no result.
"Wendy! You are NOT going out without a bra and that's my final word!" she yelled.
"Screw you!" hurled back Wendy.
Bea looked at her daughter, shocked. Her daughter stood before her, chest thrust out defiantly. She had never heard her daughter use such language or that tone on her before. Enraged, she lashed out and slapped Wendy firmly across her breasts with her open hand. Wendy screamed in surprise and the stinging pain but was so angry with her mother that she slapped her mother back. Bea had not yet dressed and Wendy's hand slapped her straight across her large breasts that were covered by nothing except the flimsy material of her night dress. The slap caused tears of pain to run down her cheeks. Bea was livid.
"How dare you slap me young lady!" she roared and made a well-aimed slap connect with Wendy's breasts again.
Wendy clutched her chest in agony before launching herself at her mother with fury. Grabbing handfuls of her mother's ample breasts she squeezed the flesh hard, making her mother gasp with pain as she pushed her back against the wall. In retaliation, Bea reached out and grabbed her daughter's breasts, tearing open the buttons of her school blouse in the process and exposing the smaller, but well-formed breasts of her daughter.
Now mother and daughter engaged in a battle of will versus pain. Staring defiantly into each other's eyes they kneaded, twisted and pulled at each other's breasts as pain seared through their bodies.
Eventually, due to her superior strength, Bea began to get the upper hand. Sensing near victory she pushed her daughter to her knees by her breasts and leant over her, victorious. Wendy, sensing that she was about to lose her grip on her mother's jugs, leant forward and bit into the flesh dangling before her. He mother screamed in pain.
"You vicious little bitch!" she screamed and released her grip on Wendy's young breasts immediately.
Wendy savoured her moment of victory over her mother and bit harder into the tender breast whilst simultaneously reaching up and tugging viciously on the exposed nipple of the other. Her mother now sobbed in agony, begging her daughter to release her tender breasts from her clasp. Wendy was unsure whether to trust her mother yet and held on a little longer but once she was certain that her mother had given up the fight she let go and stood defiantly in front of her, her own sore breasts pointed naked and proud in front of her.
Bea clutched at her reddening sore breasts, scooping one up to examine the damage left by Wendy's vicious mouth. She felt a little faint as the waves of pain receded. Wiping away a tear she said, "You were always biting me when you fed from these too."
Wendy suddenly felt very guilty at what she had done to her mother. The woman who had given birth to her and had fed her at her own breast.
"Oh mom, I'm so sorry...." she started, looking down at her mother's exposed breasts that were reddening from the pummelling they had received at her hands. Instinctively she reached out to touch one, to make it feel better, but her mother flinched away as she reached out.
"Oh mom, I'm not going to hurt you any more. I just wanted to make you feel better!"
Slowly, cautiously, Bea dropped her hands from her sore and aching breasts as Wendy reached up to gently hold them. She gently stroked the area that she had bitten, her face wincing with imagined pain at the hurt she had just caused. Bea smiled and reached up her own hands to cup her daughter's tender breasts and gently stroked the red streaked flesh better.
Bea grinned broadly. "Look at us," she said and Wendy had to laugh at the ridiculous sight they made in the mirror - mother and daughter, stroking each other's bruised and battered breasts.
"Come on," she said, "Go and sit down and I'll get some ice - you can't go to school like that!"
While Wendy went and flopped on the sofa, Bea went to the kitchen and fetched some ice that she rolled up inside a cloth. All the time she felt a strong throbbing ache from her own breasts.
Kneeling beside Wendy she first told her to remove the ripped school blouse she was wearing. Wendy winced as she tried to undo the remaining buttons so Bea helped her daughter with it, undoing the buttons down to her waist then finally pulling it off her arms, leaving her daughter's chest fully exposed. Gently she put the ice-pack to her daughter's sore breasts and dabbed at the tender teats very carefully.
"Ooh!" shivered Wendy. "Thanks mom. That feels really great - why don't you try it?"
She took the cloth from her mother's hands and, slipping the ripped night dress from her mother's shoulders, tended to her breasts with the ice-pack. Bea hung her head back, letting her long hair slide down her back and enjoyed the sensations of the ice-pack being gently moved over her full breasts. She could not prevent her nipples from becoming taught under the sensations, causing a frisson of pleasure and pain. Bea had thick, long nipples and in hardening they tugged at her breasts. Wendy giggled at the sight of them erecting under her ministrations; they were like two independent creatures. Playfully she brushed the back of her hand over one nipple, enjoying the rubbery feeling and the way it bounced back into position. Her mother winced at the sensation.
"Ouch! That's really tender right now!" she complained.
"Sorry mom," said Wendy. She looked down at her own nipples which had also hardened into two tight little nubs, but they were nowhere near the size of her mother' immense teats. Wendy felt slightly envious and wondered if her own breasts would ever be as large as her mother's. She suddenly had an insane desire to suckle at one of the rubbery teats and wondered if it was a hangover from when she was a baby. Did all children have a secret longing to suckle at their mother's breasts again? She dismissed the idea from her mind and went back to dabbing the ice-pack on her mother's breasts.
"Mom...." began Wendy, coyly.
"Yes dear? What is it?" answered her mother vaguely, eyes still shut.
"Ummm, can I ask you something...?"
"Anything...." breathed Bea.
"Uhmmm.... Do I have to go to school today?"
Bea opened her eyes and looked at her daughter sharply. Glancing at her daughter's exposed breasts she saw that they still looked red and sore from her punishment of them. She felt a pang of guilt.
"Well, no, my dear. But just for today until those get better."
Bea closed her eyes and hung back her head again. Wendy grinned happily and continued ministering to her mother's throbbing breasts.
Later that day the doorbell rang. Bea opened the door and recognised the woman immediately, it was Wendy's teacher, Ms. Brahms. She was not smiling.
"Hello Ms. Brahms, what can I do for you?"
"Do you mind if I come in?"
"Certainly not, come in and have a seat. Coffee?"
"No. Thank you," said Rachel Brahms coldly as she stepped past Bea and entered the living room.
When they were both sitting Rachel came straight to the point, "Mrs. Lee, where is Wendy?"
"Oh, in bed - she's not feeling well today."
"Are you sure she's really ill?"
"Oh certainly, I... I examined her myself. Why do you ask?" said Bea, leaning forward.
Rachel Brahms glanced down at Bea's full breasts that surged into a cleavage in her low cut top. She couldn't help noticing the red marks and this distraction flustered her slightly.
"I... I wanted to check with you as Wendy's taken a lot of time of school this year and I'm worried about her performance. Also, there was a more, uhm, personal matter."
Looking at Rachel, Bea could see she was somewhat uncomfortable. "Oh? And what would that be?"
"Well, it's a bit delicate, but could you ask Wendy to wear a bra to school in future?"
Bea flushed. It was one thing for her to tell her own daughter to wear a bra but she resented this young teacher coming to her house and telling her what her daughter should or shouldn't wear. She snapped.
"What's the matter? Can't keep your eyes off them then?"
Rachel's eyes, which had once again slipped down to examining Bea's enticing cleavage, flicked back to Bea's face and for a face-reddening moment Rachel thought she had been talking about her looking at Bea's own ample breasts. When she twigged she was horrified and stammered out an explanation.
"Oh... oh no, I... I didn't mean that at all! I simply meant that your daughter's, uhm, well, breasts were a distraction to some of her classmates." Oh dear, thought Rachel, this isn't going at all how I imagined it.
Bea sat up straight. She had noticed with contempt that Rachel had been ogling her own breasts.
"I'm not so sure - you're not exactly well stacked are you?" she said, cruelly referring to the small bumps in Rachel's top. "Maybe you're jealous. You certainly can't seem to take your eyes of these," she added, thrusting out her own full bosom.
"I... I wasn't!" stammered Rachel, blushing crimson.
"Really?" said Bea and in one swift movement she had unfastened her top and her unfettered breasts sprang free.
Rachel could not help but gawp at the magnificent sight of them. For the second time that day Bea felt inordinately proud of her breasts.
"I... I have to go," muttered Rachel, reluctantly tearing her eyes from Bea's chest and standing.
"Fine with me," said Bea.
Rachel rushed from the room and let herself out.
As the door slammed Bea burst out laughing and Wendy joined her from the other side of the door where she'd been listening to the whole thing. Ellen too was topless; her breasts still felt too sore to be covered.
"Oh mom, you were simply BRILLIANT!" she squealed and hugged her mother tightly.
Naked breast to naked breast the two women embraced happily.
THE END
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