Jeff was busy texting on his phone when his mother Melissa knocked on his bedroom door. When she entered the teen's jaw dropped; she was wearing the sluttiest lingerie. Her huge 34 E cup tits were practically hanging out on display with her strapless black bra. Completing the outfit was her lacy black panties; garter belt and stockings.
"M-mom! W-w-what the hell, why are you dressed like that," he stammered while unable to hide his erection.
"Your father stupidly accepted a family versus family fight and since you've always refused to participate I have to give you a crash course in how to sexfight against a woman." The smoking hot forty year old snapped her fingers and ordered her son up off his bed. He had just been lying in bed on a lazy Saturday morning so he was only clad in his green boxer shorts and white undershirt.
"We'll have to pick out something for you to wear when you compete next week," she said, giving her son an appraisal. Jeff was eighteen but built like a string bean; standing 6'2" he was as tall as a light post but just as skinny as one, barely weighing in at 150 pounds. With a mop of reddish brown hair on his head and a slender bird chest he didn't look like much of an opponent for the busty blonde milf.
Melissa was only 5'4" but she had been sexfighting for years. Most women might be intimidated going against a guy Jeff's size but the mother had no hesitation as she reared her hand back and slapped her son across the face. The blow shocked Jeff more than anything as he stumbled back, hand to his cheek stinging red cheek. Melissa marched forward, landing another slap on his other cheek that Jeff tried to deflect but barely. When he put his hands up to protect his face, screaming at his mother what she was doing, the woman grabbed her son's hair and pulled him down; still peppering his face with uppercut-like slaps that occasionally landed.
"I'm teaching you to fight back," Melissa yelled over her son's squeals of protest before putting him in a side headlock. They twirled around his bedroom, running into his computer desk and tv, as she kept occasionally hitting him with slaps while he was in the headlock.
"We need you to fight next week and the rules stipulate parents versus kids in mixed combat, meaning you'll have to fight the other family's mother so I need to get you ready to beat up another woman." Melissa was instructing her son but his girlish cries seemed to be preventing her message from getting across. She finally pulled his face up so his mouth and nose were pressed against her right breast. The top was low cut enough to allow most of Melissa's melons to be put on display. It was her most boner-inducing ensemble but she had adorned it for the purpose of teaching her son a woman's weak spots.
"Jeff, listen to me," Melissa yelled as her son floundered around, trying to breathe but unable to get any air other than the alluring perfume his mother always wore.
"I need you to pull down mommy's bra and squeeze my tits as hard as you can, do you understand?" Melissa was pleading with her son who's eyelids were fluttering; she worried she might've put him out too soon.
"Women's breasts are very sensitive so you could probably make her submit just by hurting them really badly so please, sweetie, grab my boobs and don't let go," Melissa was getting fed up with trying to get her son to listen. It wasn't until she finally she screamed at him, "tear my tits off now!" did he suddenly wake up.
Jeff's eyes went wide as he reached around his mother and in one fluid motion yanked her bra down, causing Melissa's huge cow tits to spring forth, then sunk his fingers into her breast-flesh like they were fresh dough. Melissa bit her lip to keep from screaming but a after a few seconds of Jeff kneading and twisting her tits around she finally broke the headlock.
Jeff didn't go; pushing his mother back against the door of his closet now it was her turn to cry out in pain as her son continued to crush her enormous boobs between his fingers.
