Blood feud

"Ida Lichfield! Matron of the house of Lichfield! For centuries our bloodlines have been fighting against each other ever since your ancestor had been caught fucking the daughter of our ancestor!" A mature busty topless woman with a green silk skirt around her waist accused an opposing woman of a similar age, waving her fencing sabre as she spoke in a fancy British accent.

"When I took over the house of Notfelde, I had planned to put this long rivalry to rest. I had no intention of entertaining this ancient history, yet..." the Milf glared at her opponent, steadying her blade, "it seems as if your bloodline is as lecherous and decadent as ever! Your son, Edward, has been caught having sexual relations with my daughter, Melissa, even though it was forbidden! I'd been taught from birth that the Lichfield family was full of liars and cheaters who only sought pleasure for themselves. I had my doubts, but I see now that the truth is undeniable!"

"Alice Notfelde..." Ida Lichfield, a similarly mature, rich, and voluptuous brown-haired woman clad in only a white silk dress from the waist down, stood her guard with a similar sabre as she spoke in a similar fancy accent.

"You call us lecherous and liars, yet your bloodline is the one full of whores and deceivers!" Ida cackled as she noticed Alice get visibly upset and clearly bothered.

"Centuries ago, it was your ancestor that tempted and lured ours to commit such an act, before turning on him and using it as an excuse to cast us from grace! And now, it is your whore daughter that seduced my pure boy!" Ida yelled in rage at Alice.

The 2 milfs had gathered in the open field on a fine day to settle their centuries long grudge, and their blades were prepared for this day.

"Enough talk!" Alice reeled her sword back, ready to strike.

"I agree!" Ida stepped back, letting her huge knockers swing freely in the wind.

"En garde!" They yelled, both advancing with blades drawn.