Mma Daughter Vs Bimbo Step Mom

MMA vs Golddigger

My father and I had a...strained relationship, in more ways than one. I say "had" as I stood there at his grave, unable to make amends for opportunities missed. He was only 60! I thought I had more time.

I was not the traditional "Daddy's girl". In fact, I was closer to being the son he never had with my tomboy leanings of weightlifting and later MMA fighting. That said, I'm all girl, or 'woman' if you will. Even though I have visible muscle all over my 170lb tall frame, I have an hourglass figure that attracts appreciative stares. That and my short blond hair which frames my attractive face and I'm not totally undesirable! It's just that he never accepted my strength training and fighting as efforts befitting a lady.

But, the other reason for our estrangement sat at the gravesite looking totally bored, checking her nails, her makeup, her cleavage. At least she showed SOME restraint dressed in black but the boobs-revealing jacket was open almost to her navel! Her too short skirt, while she sat there primping, rose up on her shapely thighs. Plus, she could barely walk on the grass covered ground on her 5 inch heels. There was no question of her man-drool figure. She was gorgeous in that pornstar vibe. But, here she was, at my father's funeral. Brittany. My father's "trophy" wife.

I disliked her for not only what she was, a unabashed gold digger, but what she did to my father. She arrived 6 years ago in the wake of my parent's divorce. I was 19 while she was just 22. Letting that sink in, Dad was 54 years old dating this 22 year old stripper. Oh, I knew she was not a stripper but that's the sense one would take away from seeing her. She was short. 5'2". 110lbs (about which she always bragged), half of that weight seemingly in her boobs! She flaunted her tits and eyelashes at Dad and he fell for it, no matter how much I had tried to discourage the relationship. Within a year, wedding plans had been made and I soon became the ungrateful step-daughter.

At every turn she'd poison my dad to me to where I finally had to move out. She'd try to boss me around like she was the queen of the house. She acted like she was my mother. She gave me orders, assigned me tasks, all of which I ignored. She was such a bitch, Mom wasn't even allowed to attend the funeral. As the service concluded, I got up to leave not intending to even speak to her. But someone grabbed my arm turning me around. Brittany plastered a fake smile on her painted on face. Apparently the funeral of her late husband was boring her.

"Hello Dee. Such a sad day. We have some important matters to discuss and documents to sign related to your dad's estate. Maybe we should find a quiet spot to talk. I just want to put this all behind me." A storm was brewing both in the sky and in my stomach.

I looked at her with disbelief. My father wasn't even in the grave and here she was making sure his estate was properly 'disbursed'. She was getting nearly everything and it was substantial. Beautiful cars, the large house, millions of dollars but apparently the estate couldn't close until I had signed off on the comparatively small inheritance he left me. To make matters even more unreal, she pulled a clipboard and pen out of her oversized Gucci bag along with the signature papers! The nerve of the bitch!

I impatiently waved her off. "Give it a moment, Brittany. I don't have time or emotional energy for this right now. Call me, or better yet, have Dad's lawyer call me in a few days. Right now, I want to mourn my father."

"Oh come on, Nadine. This will only take a minute. You won't even have to wipe those crocodile tears off your face. Just sign this and you can have me out of your life." She thrust the clipboard at me.

Angry as hell I tore the clipboard and pen from her hands and prepared to sign...then, thought better of it. I grabbed one of her hands and squeezed tight. I pulled her to one of the back viewing rooms. No one noticed us leave and I said through gritted teeth, "Yeah, we DO have things to discuss, Brittany, but in private."

"LET GO! You're hurting my hand, Dee!"

I did let go as I pushed her hard against the glass wall of the viewing room. It was empty except for a few dozen folding chairs. The lightning and thunder rolling in mirrored my mood. Dark! Regardless of the millions my dad had, I was so short on money I had to rent my funeral jacket. I took it off and laid it carefully aside.

I had to admit, after years of working out and MMA training, my body was jacked with muscle and my arms were impressive. My tight white t-shirt looked painted on as it outlined my chest and biceps. It was also a little short and revealed my pierced belly button on my well-developed abs.

Brittany wasn't sure what was happening until I spun and grabbed her by the throat. My strength showed in my peaked biceps as I pinned her to the wall, her full boobs bouncing lightly as I shoved her there. I wish I would have captured the look in her eyes. And then, my dam broke.

"You two-bit bitch!" Uncharacteristically for me I slapped her with a backhand! "First. You steal my father!" SLAP! SLAP! "And NOW, you can't wait to get your grubby hands on his money!" SLAP! SLAP! "I've been waiting for this for 6 years, you BITCH!" SLAP! She caught my wrist which prevented the next slap surprising me! At first, she looked frightened, but with a strength that I wasn't expecting she held my hand firmly and spun us both against the large glass window.

I knew Brittany did dance workouts, hence her shapely legs but I was not prepared for her to have the strength to resist me. I mean, I was 9" taller, 50 lbs heavier and I was a trained athlete. Still, I was more than a little impressed and frankly, shocked! But, I was mad as hell and she was the object of my wrath.

I grabbed one of her arms and applied a modified arm-bar, pressing her against the glass. I can't deny I enjoyed every whimper as I pressed her big boobs against the glass wall. She swung an elbow back to retaliate and caught me square on my stomach. I smiled as the blow bounced harmlessly off.

"Nice try,

MOM

!" I grabbed that arm and pinned it too. I pulled up on both eliciting some tears and soft cries as she was trapped in my strong grasp. I loved pressing her tits flat against the glass while thunder rolled and lightning flashed. The weather seemed to reflect our struggle and my mood. Then, she did something I did not expect and it was a game changer.

She took one of her high-heeled feet and brought the point down on my foot. Where normally I'd be wearing boots, today I was wearing light-weight dress shoes for the funeral. I screamed out with the intense pain and was forced to release my hold on one of her arms. She managed to turn her body and brought her knee up HARD into my abs! She grabbed hold of my hair and drove another knee into the same spot! My abs are tight and molded but even so, I stumbled back soothing my sore stomach with my free hand. She had to see the look in my eyes. One of both misunderstanding and concern.

I let her hand go but she grabbed mine right back. In a move as fast as the lightning outside, she pulled on my arm while snapping her foot out! Her strong leg drove her foot deep into my belly! My God that hurt but she wasn't done as she pulled me once again and using those shapely thighs, bashed my rapidly bruising stomach, AGAIN. This time, she let my hand go and my body flew back into the glass panel.

I let out an audible grunt and my hands went immediately to my abs. I've been kicked many times in the ring but I must admit, she hurt me. I felt her approach and I'm sure my look told her everything she wanted to know. She stunned me with her legs to my strong abs. I couldn't block the slap she delivered to my face that was so hard my ears rang. My thought was, 'I just CAN'T let this bimbo beat me!'

I lunged at her with an uppercut aimed at her nose but she easily side-stepped my weak and slow effort. In the process, she stumbled giving me an opening. We grappled but it was obvious my size and strength would be too much for her until she expertly slid a foot between my legs and hip-tossed me to the floor onto a row of the wooden folding chairs. A few of the chairs crumbled to kindling as my hard body was tossed roughly onto them. I was hurting as I saw Brittany head toward me.

She stumbled again then cursing, removed her high heels exposing her dainty feet. Her blood red toenails were as inappropriate at the funeral as was her massive cleavage but I had other things to worry about as she grabbed me by the hair and somewhat effortlessly, lifted me to my feet. Before I could react, her foot flew up and cracked my jaw!

I was lifted off my feet by the force of the kick and landed hard on my back, pieces of broken chairs stabbing into me. I tasted the coppery taste of my own blood in my mouth as Brittany came to stand dominantly over me.

"You never thought my dance classes were anything but for showing off this body!" She removed her expensive jacket. As it fell off, she spread her arms to display the body Dad lusted after. And her body was amazing! Her big tits were perfectly shaped with large areola and hard nipples. The size of her tits made her tiny waist seem even smaller which widened out to her shapely hips and strong thighs.

Before I could move, she brought a foot up and STOMPED my belly! OOouufff! Despite all the thousands of sit-ups and leg raises, she was battering my hardened abs and we both knew she was doing damage.

"How are your abs feeling there, little Dee!" STOMP! My t-shirt was riding up on my stomach revealing my bare, sculpted abs! STOMP! Her bare foot landed there and pushed all the air out of my lungs as it bashed my gut!

"Maybe you should try dance lessons, Dee!" STOMP! I couldn't believe she was picking me apart so easily. I felt her toes slide up under my t-shirt and I feared she'd expose my full chest! She pressed down and the pain was beginning to get to me. How was it possible she was beating me up so easily? I NEEDED to fight back!

Brittany raised her leg for another stomp but as she brought it down I managed to catch it and push, hard. Brittany stumbled and fell over a pile of chairs and I did my best to scramble on top of her.

I managed to call on my MMA training as I rolled on top of my step-mother. I thought, 'NOW, I could do some damage!' as I pulled my fist back and caught her face two, three times causing a scratch and drawing blood! But again, to my utter surprise and disbelief, she shot a fist out and gutted me!

Normally, I'd shrug off a punch like that but after her kicks and knees to my hard belly, her fist hurt. Still, I stayed on top and pulled my fist back again to...

CRACK!

Brittany was more flexible than I anticipated. Her leg wiggled free tearing her skirt and out of my blind side, she kicked the side of my face. The kick drew more blood and tossed me back onto the broken chairs. I didn't have time to react when Brittany grabbed a handful of my short hair and pulled my face up. I feared she was going to kick the shit out of me again. I couldn't let that happen...and didn't.

I couldn't manage to pull Brittany down but I was also blocking any attempt by her to use her legs against me. Still holding my hair she pulled me, first to my knees! I couldn't seem to fight her off! She was just so strong! When she pulled me to my feet, I blasted her stomach but did no apparent damage! All I got was a grunt from her as she bent slightly. I had hoped for more. In return, she smashed my nose driving me back against the big window! My back hit it hard. The force slowed me just enough and again, her strong legs swept in a powerful arc and crashed hard against my jaw, spinning me away. I couldn't tell if the sound was a clap of thunder or her foot as it smashed the side of my head. Regardless, her legs were getting the better of me.

I made a desperate attempt to fight back with a spinning back-fist but I didn't fool her as she ducked under it. Immediately I knew what was coming! OOOuuffff! In a well-practiced karate punch, Brittany buried the heel of her hand into my already abused abs. I couldn't help but buckle from the pain! I made a move to retaliate by kneeing her in the belly but she anticipated it perfectly, caught it and tossed me roughly to the floor.

Before I could stop her, she STOMPED on my tits, not once but TWICE! Now, I really WAS in trouble as I rolled and whimpered with the pain.

Brittany walked away and I was praying she'd be done with me. In all my fights, I had never taken such a beating and so quickly. She grabbed the clipboard and pen, came back to me and said, "Let's face it. You're GOING to sign, Dee. It's only a matter of how much punishment you can take before you submit to me. And Dee? I am relishing kicking your muscled ass all around this room. Nice talk by the way."

I was a mess. My t-shirt had torn revealing my muscled stomach which she had been battering. My nose and mouth hurt and I tasted blood. But the worst casualty was my confidence. I don't know how but Brittany had so far, beaten me up and easily! All my muscles and here was my big-titted step-mom beating me like I was some inexperienced teenager.

Embarrassed and exhausted, I took the clipboard and pen intending to sign as she stood over me. Looking up at her, I could barely see her face beyond those damn perfect tits of hers! Then, I glanced down at her ass!

Her torn, shear skirt had ridden up and she didn't bother to pull it down. One ass cheek was on display as was Brittany's slutty thong. (At least it was black! And fuck! She had a great ass, too!) She was such a...AND AT HER HUSBAND'S FUNERAL! Something in me snapped. To see Brittany dressed like a 2-bit hooker, was a step too far.

"Go FUCK yourself, Bimbo! No! I won't sign!" I yelled at her as I stood, proud but shaken. I tossed the clipboard and pen at her which bounced off and clattered to the floor.

"Ya know, Dee? I was hoping you'd say that. This 'discussion' we're having is going much better than I expected and I've been wanting to try my new Zumba moves!"

Brittany's foot shot out and my reaction time had been slowed. Her right foot caught my face flush, snapping my head. But it was the kick from her left foot that slammed me into the large glass wall! My ears rung from the impact and I tasted blood from my lip.

"I guess by now you've realized my aero-kickboxing training is going well. Ya know, Dee. I just thought you'd be...tougher!" HAHAHAHA!

I tried to shake my head clear, stood up straight and threw off my torn shirt. I've looked at my body many times as I've worked out and it's pretty damn tight! Unlike many fit women however, I have a full, shapely, NATURAL chest! Not as big at The Slut's but they fit my body. Now, I looked at hers, then inadvertently down at mine. When I looked back at her, Brittany could not contain her smirk.

She took the clipboard and swung it at my head. I managed not to get my skull clobbered and I deftly threw out my own kick knocking the clipboard out of her hands. I must have caught her off guard as she stumbled a little. I was on her! It was MY turn!

One good kick to her face and I could turn this fight around. My tight body flexed as I twisted and aimed my foot at her face in a huge roundhouse kick. My spirits raised in that split second as my strong quads and rippling abs sent my foot on its way to her smug face.

I underestimated how much her pounding me had affected my speed and balance. My foot sailed just short of chin and now my momentum threw me off. As my arms cartwheeled for balance, Brittany's left knee came up and I prepared for it. Instead, she had brought that knee up for momentum! I was looking at that wrong foot as she jumped. Her right leg came up straight and as it reached it's peak, the bottom half of her leg SNAPPED her foot out and caught me flush in the face! I could feel a new flow of blood from my nose as she landed lightly back on her feet.

Thunder crashed in time to my head banging against the glass! I tried to slip away but she grabbed a handful of my short blond locks and slammed my head back against the glass! I felt her hands grip my wrists and pin my arms straight out to the sides. She waited until my head cleared slightly then rubbed her hard nipples and firm chest against mine.

There was no question as to who would win this display. Although I was taller, her tits were clearly bigger and easily shoved mine around hardening my own nipples against my will. "You know what your daddy loved? He LOVED grabbing and squeezing my tits! He LOVED how firm and round they were. So much different, so much better than YOUR mom's."

She taunted me like that for a few moments then pulled her chest off only to slam her tits against mine! It was more an exhibition of humiliation and dominance but still, with my back pinned her tits smashing mine hurt! When she finally backed up a step releasing my hands, I immediately, soothingly covered my breasts.

I couldn't even look at her but I did see her raise her knee. With my hands protecting my boobs her foot snapped out again from the knee, slapping my face! She giggled at the sight and sound then starting slapping my face back and forth with her foot! And they weren't 'love taps' either. I felt and heard each smack! I heard her irritating "Hi-YA!" as she slap-kicked my bleeding face with flexible ease, speed and power! Thunder rolled and it was an emphatic characterization of her dominance over me.

My head snapped wickedly from side to side until I stood there defenseless, dazed, unbelieving. As she turned, I half thought, half prayed she was done with me but like a prima ballerina she spun on one foot hiding the roundhouse kick. I never saw it coming. Like a bolt of the lightning outside, her foot smashed my face sending me immediately to the floor as droplets of blood from my mouth sprayed on the wall of glass.

I could hear her coming and watched her painted toenails come into my view. I looked up. The smug bitch was smiling, hands on her shapely hips. "Oh MY, Nadine! Ya know, if you ever want to be more than an MMA jobber, you gotta learn to defend yourself a bit better." AHAHAHAHA

Her laughed grated on me but she wasn't wrong. She grabbed my strong shoulders to pull me up so I tried to kick out. Much like before, she anticipated my telegraphed effort and caught my leg under her arm. Her cleavage doubled as she pulled my calf against her breast. She started to pull me in close. The only option I had right then was to catch her off-guard with an uppercut between our two pair's of breasts. It never got there.

Somehow she used her knee to cut short my punch and came back with a vicious kick to my unprotected body. My legs gave out from the force of it and once again I found myself on the floor, on the wrong end of a beating. She wouldn't allow me to rest (or pass out) as she hauled me up and banged me against glass wall, again!

She paused only to perfect her aim then sent several crushing palm strikes into my rapidly bruising abs, my ribs and my lower belly. The best I could do was grunt with each impact. I was trying to keep my breasts from being pounded but she just found other open spots to punish! I was dazed, hurting and did not see her crescent kick launched toward my face. It was like being hit with a pipe. I started to slide down the glass wall. Before I could sit on the floor though, she grabbed me by the neck and held me in place, my face about even with her tits.

She had me right where she wanted me. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the glass wall straight out to my sides. Our nipples were almost touching as I first looked down at the size difference between us. My face turned weakly up and I looked into her smiling face. I knew what was coming.