Now Angela and Tina weren?t built the same, and that was obvious while she was running across the yard. Yes, the both had dark hair, olive skin and dark eyes, but Angela was about 4 inches taller than her mother and was busty like her grandmother. In fact, if it weren?t for the fact that I occasionally did the laundry, I never wanted to know my daughter?s bra size, but sadly, I knew that it was a 36DD. As she tore across the yard tackling Lynn, her breasts bounced wildly. I immediately went to break it up but Tommy held me back. At this point, despite the fact that he was watching his wife about to get pummeled, he seemed to be incredibly interested. Angela drove into Lynn and the blonde for a moment held her own, grasping her dark haired opponent and hauling her about the yard, but Angela was fired up and drove Lynn down to the ground, straddling her and initiating a beating that was fairly impressive. Lynn?s exposed tits were flogged mercilessly as was her face and head. Angela?s intensity was visible across her fully made up face as she focused on punishing the woman who had just kicked the crap out of her mother.
Lynn was squealing beneath her young opponent, trying to buck and cover herself up, trying to desperately protect herself from the ass-kicking. I couldn?t understand what she was saying but after a few moments it was clear.
?Rebecca!!!?
?Rebecca Ann!!?
She was calling for her own daughter, who had been out with Angela. I wondered where Becky was. It only took a moment for me to find out.
?She?s not home, you BITCH! She had to drop someone off! You?re all by yourself!?
Lynn must have realized that she was in trouble, because with a burst of energy, she bucked wildly and pulled her hands from underneath Angela?s body, she reached into Angela?s shirt and did something to elicit a yelp from my daughter. She gritted her teeth as Angela?s instinctive move was to grab at the hands doing the damage. A few moments of that failing forced her to abandon that approach and instead she turned towards retaliation. Lynn?s tits were fully exposed and had been battered by all of the fighting she had done to this point. Red and swollen, the flesh was more sensitive than Anglea?s firm, young breasts and Lynn was quickly whimpering again.
Lynn was experienced though, and as far as I knew, Angela may have been in one brief fight in her life, so it didn?t take long for Lynn to regain some composure and maneuver enough to unseat Angela. As the two women stumbled to their feet, Lynn looked gruesome?no worse than Tina, whom she had really beaten the shit out of and was still not stirring, but pretty bad, and I suddenly found myself proud of my young daughter who had stepped in to help her battered mother. Lynn was vicious though, and in a few quick moves, I was suddenly concerned for Angela?s well-being. The blonde was battered, bloody and sweaty and she was obviously moving more slowly now, but she was an experienced and therefore dangerous fighter and when Angela moved quickly to attack, Lynn used that experience to demonstrate just how dangerous she was.
Angela stepped forward to swing, and Lynn planted a kick squarely in her crotch. Instantly, Angela?s eyes went wide and her lipsticked mouth formed an ?O?. Lynn did it again and then a third time until Angela fell to her knees, clutching her wounded womanhood. In an instant, Lynn had my daughter topless, hauling her to her feet by her massive breasts and womanhandling her. Tears trailed down Angela?s agonizing face. Tommy still held me back. Lynn pursued the onslaught, crotch clawing Angela and hissing through a thicklipped mouth,
?How you feeling now, you little cunt? Don?t you EVER fuck with me!? and she punctuated each of the last three word by lifting up on the claw hand she had buried up Angela?s skirt. Angela was in trouble and she looked to me with desperate eyes. I think Tommy was about to let me help when suddenly Angela just slammed a fist into the blonde?s stomach, compelling her to release every hold she had on her young foe. Angela went off like a prize fighter, showering Lynn with rights and lefts until the blonde fell to her knees and Angela began kicking her in the chest and face with the big boots she still had on from her night out. Angela was in control now and I breathed a little easier again. Then I noticed Tina starting to stir and I got even more pleased. I could sense that the fight had left Lynn and that my daughter was in control.
That was short lived though, because suddenly the back door flew open again and this time, out charged Becky...
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