Smoking Mom Gets Smoked

By PerilEyes

We stumbled in really late that night. Still drunk off her minds from the club, Clara and I couldn’t take our hands of each other. Even as I fiddled with the lock, my girlfriend nuzzled her face in my neck. We literally crashed through the door but thought nothing of it as we laughed and continued our giddy ways and made out violently, gradually on our way to the living finally settling down on a couch. I was amazed at her body. Her short jean shorts showed off her long smooth legs. Her knotted tight white tank top and her C cups were something to be ogled at. She was perfect. We were two 22 year olds madly in love and nothing was going to stop us. Well, I spoke too soon.

From over the stairs we heard a lighter go off and then someone breathe in deeply. “Hmm, look who decided to come in...and with the tramp in tow.” It was my mom Jan, dressed in a see-through pink nighty dress taking a drag on her cigarette and then exhaling. Her blonde locks cascaded past her shoulders. Her bra and panties were visible underneath. The tramp comment was ironic because her own dress stopped just below her lower region and was sure to show off a bunch of cleavage. My red headed girlfriend just rolled her eyes and told me to ignore her as she nibbled on my ear.

“You know, it’s bad enough that I’m raising a dirtbag son who works a dead end minimum wage job by myself. But I have also have a slut girlfriend who walks in here whenever she wants, eats my food, fucks useless over there, and then leaves. I’ve had enough of it!”

I tried to get up to defend me and my girlfriend but Clara stopped me. “Wait, I’ll take of it.” She got up and stood face to face with my mother. Their eyes were about eye level as they stared each other down. “Is that so MOM? Well, what are you gonna do about it?” Clara must’ve been really fucked because here she was challenging my mom!

Mom took a final drag of the stick and put it out in the ash tray, which was conveniently beside a carton of smokes. “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do...better yet, I’ll SHOW you!” With that she bitchslapped my girlfriend right across her face. The shot rocked Clara. I couldn’t see clearly but I think her cheek was pink. Before she could really recover my mom punched square in her exposed abs. “Oooof,” she doubled over holding her stomach. Grabbing hold of her red hair and the waistband of her shorts she then flung her right into a couch. The impact and momentum caused it to fall backwards with Clara on it. My sexy girlfriend was on her back holding her midregion while my mom went around. Staring down at her enemy on the ground, she placed her slipper donned foot on her throat and pressed down. “You’re gonna learn it the hard way that you’re a leech, a parasite, and un-fucking-wanted in MY house!!”

“Don’t...fucking...think...so....bitch,” she offered a very airy expression of defiance. Her hands clutched my mom’s ankle, trying to lift it straight up. Having little success with that, with one swift motion she twisted the foot thus making mom spiral down to the ground. Her slippers had flown off in the process. Clara had gotten up and saw that she was now in control. Her hated enemy was on all fours facing away from her quite stunned from the move. Her nightey wooshed up so it was scrunched up on her back. My significant other had a clear vision of a panty-clad backside. She grabbed a shoe that had slipped off mom’s foot during her fall. Rotating her wrist she wound back quite far and laid one square on her left butt cheek. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Mother exclaimed as she grabbed her stinging panty clad cheek. She tried to crawl away but Clara levelled her with another one, this one on the other side. She quickly followed that with two swift ones on the left once again. This was interesting to watch. I remember when I used to be on the receiving of slipper whippings. But now, the punisher was being punished. If my girlfriend weren’t the perpetrator I’d be really concerned right now, but heck, this was hot. Clara was hot.

Clara grabbed her opponent’s blonde tresses and dragged her over to a couch making her travel by hands and knees. Then she slammed her head right into the leather cushion. I’ve picked up that thing and it is like an oversized brick. It’s really sturdy to sit on too. My mom or rather, her face, was learning first hand how little give it had. “Ahh...” She did it once again. And again. Each time my mom’s nose and face connected hard with the surface. By about the fifth she had become really dazed and dead weight. Clara had no problems crashing her into the couch five more times. After the tenth time she threw her back in the carpet. She moaned in agony as she held her head. Clara circled her stepped on her hair. My mom winced in pain. “Take my hands dearie...” My red headed hottie bent over and grabbed her foe’s wrists and then just pulled her off the ground. With her hair fastened under Clara’s feet, they had nowhere to go under the immense pressure. She cried out loud. Mouthing a count to five my girl dropped the arms. But she was at it a few seconds later doing the exact same thing. She again toyed with her by dropping her arms only to resume it again, this time for an elongated ten count. She stepped of the mane tired of that attack.

“C’mon bitch!” She rolled her over on her stomach. Climbing on her back she pulled the nightie over her head. Then she unclasped the bra and pulled it from under her and then threw it aside. She only had her panties on now. She then pushed my mom’s face down to the carpet and wildly grounded it into the carpet, back and forth, back and forth. Her tits no doubt got some of the abuse too I’d think. Clara followed this humiliating attack by wrapping her forearm under mom’s neck. Then she pulled back. Mom huffed and weezed at this. Perhaps the smoking didn’t help her against Clara. From my perspective this view was really telling. My girl was average heighted and weighted. She was a skinny girl. My mom on the other hand had maybe a good 2 or 2.5 inches on her. And her body was a bit fuller and statuesque. To see my girlfriend choking the life out of a bigger woman both in appearance and age made me really proud and hot (moreso the latter). Clara would ease the pressure and then reapply it as my mom’s hands helpless trying to break the hold. But Clara would be the one to break it. She stood and looked down at the sight below. This blonde bitch below her was coughing her lungs out grasping for air. She stood there hands on hips feet on either side of her opponent. She awaited her to muster to her hands and knees.

When she did, Clara positioned her thighs on either side of Jan my mom’s neck and squeezed as hard as she could. Like stuck between to jail cell bars, she wasn’t going anywhere. As added pressure my sexy girlfriend she would pull up her head by the hair. “How you doing down there mom? You like it?” She taunted. She reached forward and grabbed the silky material of her panties. She bunched it up and then gave it a swift tug. “Yeeeooooowwwww.” With the garment now showing her fleshy cheeks, my girl took the time again to spank my mom’s already sore and red behind. “Oooo...gasp...ow...ow...gasp...stop...gasp...stop it....” Clara laughed vindictively. I loved it when she did that. “Just tenderizing you like the cow you are while I squuuuueeezze the life outta you!”

She let go of her vice grip and for the moment let Jan console her throat. Seeing her on her hands and knees distracted like that gave my red headed lady a window of opportunity. She backed up a few steps and then PUNTED her right in the tits. The force of the shot threw my blonde mommy up against the couch in a fetal position clutching the jugs that I at one time were very acquainted with. Clara grabbed her by the hair and brought her up seated against the couch. She bitched slapped her across the face. “Ahhhhh!” Then she grabbed her throat with one hand and buried a shot in her belly with the other. Holding her back like that prevented her from doubling forward allowing Clara to get in a continuous stream of quick jabs. My mom let out a hoarse cry with every attack on her. My main girl then moved upward on her attack uppercutting and palm striking her breasts. Mom always did have mountains for breasts so Clara had alot to work with. They contorted and bounced around with every shot. “Big titted cunt...speaking of which...” Clara then used her legs to open up Jan’s and then kneed her groin 3 times. She got in a few shots to the belly to with those knees and some more with her fist that had her coughing some more. My girlfriend then rubbed my moms chest up and down mockingly yet sensually before moving up and running her finger up her slender neck almost tracing a circular pattern.

With two hands she gripped her windpipe and squeezed it tight. The sound that came out of her lips was the most sickening I’ve heard today. It was like a high pitched squeal more than anything. Clara stood up and still kept the pressure. With a fluid transition she climbed onto the couch and sat down on my mom’s face. She wasn’t going to let her breathe today! While she facesat her, Jan arched her back which only helped my little heroine when she reached back a grabbed her left tit as she ground her jean shorts right up her nose. She laughd maniacally. My girl was a women gone nuts! Underneath her voice I could muffled screams. Screams of a desperate woman. Screams of a dominated woman. Clara got off and my mother slowly slumped the ground. She was pretty close to passed out. I couldn’t help but notice the helplessness of her situation. “Tired bitch? Me too, I think I need a tiny break.”

Clara stood up and came over to me. She sat on my lap. Staring square into my eyes she grabbed my head and forced her tongue down my throat! She’s never done it like this before. The fight must have her really rallied up. Immediately my tent was pitched as I felt her on top of me. She moved one hand down to crotch. She grabbed my denim covered package now fully erect from the situation. She broke her lip lock on me and smiled. “Mmmm...does all this turn you on babe?” She was stroking my privates trying to get me more amped up than I already was. I could only moan an affirmation. “Oh my, you’re getting off on this, aren’t you? It’s excites you that I’m fully dominating your very own flesh and blood doesn’t it?” I couldn’t lie: it was extremely hot. Mom hasn’t put up a fight at all yet. Clara was ragdolling her. She was the woman who gave birth to me on the one hand, but on the other, she was an overconfident bitch. And it’s the funnest when these kinds of ladies get put in their places, family or not. I adamantly nodded in approval. “Well then, mmm, would you like to see me do more to her?” I again agreed. “Mmm, yes? Well then, let me get back to it.” She laid a final one on me before returning.

My mom was indeed asleep and prone. Clara pulled her panties off her body, stripping off the last bit of dignity she had (not that it was much to begin with).Throwing it to the ground, she brought her over to one of our cabinets. She opened a door to one of the cupboards, she positioned mom, still in la la land, tit first in the opening. This was not going to be pretty. She shut it close right on the flesh. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” This brought her back. Clara made sure to force the door against her breasts. It was awesome to see. It was like a block mostly trapped behind the door and then a little bit “rolling” over the sides because it couldn’t all be contained. Clara opened the door and then repeated the same thing, just trying to grind it against my mom’s most sensitive parts, ignoring her wails and cries to cease. My redheaded squeeze did stop, but before mom could do anymore, Clara BIT at her elder’s left nipple! Wow! Clara was like a little piranha in there. She was hunting for meat and she got it. “OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!” She shook her head from side to side, viciously gnawing on the little milker. This was intense yet strangely arousing! I thought to myself that blood had to be shed from this. Surely enough, when Clara let go there was a bit of red staining the skin around the aerola and the nipple itself was very swollen.

Clara grabbed mom by the hair and thrust her to the ground. She landed on her back. My girlfriend motioned to me. “Watch this baby!” She leaped forward and landed on mom’s belly. “Ahooooooooooo” She cried as her head and legs recoiled up so that they almost wrapped around Clara’s sexy body. She got up and did it again, garner a very similar reaction. The third time she did it, Mom didn’t even muster out a sound. She maybe exhaled some air but she just had the “O” face. With every subsequent time she became less and less responsive. Clara had driven the air and energy out of her. The last time Clara remained on the ground before getting up again. She rubbed mom’s abs before hitting it with a big “thud.” It was coloured by the abuse by now.

Clara then got up and took her in a front facelock which wasn’t the easiest task because the blonde was so limp and non-compliant that it was hard to move her around. For no good reason other than to lay more punishment she gave her a few forearm shots to the back. She then backed up all the way to the coffee table. Winking at me once she ascended it. She held her position there for a few mounts. The image was telling: Clara holding mom who was practically a rag doll at this point and above her she was on an elevated platform. She was one dominant bitch. With swift motion she dropped down on the table bringing Mom’s head down with her. She hit it straight on with her forehead. She recoiled straight back so she was standing straight up. Her eyes crossed. She was done. She swayed there in place as Clara up. She licked and finger and poked her opponent’s left tit.”Timbeeeeerrrr...” Mom crashed hard on the floor with a huge THUD!

But Clara wasn’t fully happy with what she had done. She looked backwards. The table didn’t break like she expected. That was a disappointment. Looking to Jan who was spread eagled and asleep she puzzled why not. She looked over her mauled chest and reddened belly that was heaving up and down. Those belly splashes did alot didn’t they? Wait. That was it!

Clara picked her up and laid her down on the coffee table. She was dead weight. Her head rested off the table titlted back with eyes closed and mouth open. Her arms hung limply to the sides touching the ground. She legs rested bent on the floor. My girl then climbed onto a couch. I knew what was coming. Clara jumped up and down a few times in the cushion measuring how much elevation and strength she would need to propel herself onto Jan and do some serious damage. It was cool to see her bouncing like that because not wearing a bra her tits her free floating under her tight top. When she had decided she fatefully left her feet. It happened almost in slow motion. She had spread out her arms in front of her like she was flying, her hair whooshed all over the place. She hit the mark, directly on mom’s abs and chest! The weight and momentum of both their bodies caused the coffee to give away and crash to the grounds. The legs were done. I’m not sure if it was the extreme impact to her belly or the back of her head recoiling against the floor, but mom was unconscious right away.

Through the wreckage my mom lay there legs spread eagle, arms slightly bent above her head, her head with eyes closed facing up at the ceiling along with her perky nipples sitting on top of her damaged breasts. Clara swiped mom’s discarded bra and panties from their various locations across the room and walked over to stand over the now destroyed blonde. She put her foot in between her breasts and raised her arms, one garment in each hands. The picture was majestic. My girlfriend looked as triumphant as she could’ve been. Still fully clothed, she was proud. She was smiling, but it was that cocky, arrogant smile. Not that I was complaining, that was hot stuff to me. After about 20 seconds of this victory pose she kicked mom onto her belly and reasserted her foot on her upper back. I stood up and went to stand with my beautiful girlfriend as we look down at the mess that was my mom.

Clara broke the pose and the silence. “How’s about a celebratory smoke, hun?” I nodded. Clara picked up the carton of smokes and took two sticks out. “You don’t mind if we bum a few off you do you mom?” Clara asked my ko’d mother. She gave one to me and put the other in her own mouth. I took out my lighter and lit us both up. “Mmm” she voiced as she inhaled and then let out a smooth line of smoke. “Victory tastes good don’t it?” I agreed. “You did a number on her. I mean, that’s my mom. You killed her. And I absolutely loved every minute of it!” Clara smiled wildly. It was the “this is why I love you” kind of look. “Well she had it coming didn’t she?”

Clara took one final long drag. “Ooo, well I’m all done.” I looked around and wondered out loud where the ashtray had gone in all the wreckage. Clara looked out at my mom face down in a destroyed mess. “I see two of them.” With that she knelt down and stubbed the butt out on my mom’s naked butt cheek. Impressed by her creativity I laughed and did the same. She must’ve been really out cold because she did even stir. With burning flesh filling that living room, she decided to call it a night when it came to my mom. Our night together was only resuming however, after that little mommy interlude. We went upstairs to go fuck as we left my mom slumbering on the family room floor in the dark, passed out from the beating my awesome girlfriend handed to her. One which I not only sanctioned, but fully enjoyed.