Petty can actually fight?

The women faced off topless, only wearing a pair of panties each. Petty was especially cautious, not only knowing how skilled her mother was, but being made self conscious by Mama’s giant rack compared to hers.

Petty ran in a flash for Mama, throwing a speedy kick into Mama’s stomach. She was barely stunned, but Petty took it as a chance to press her speed advantage. She performed her Bicycle Kick, running up Mama’s thick chest with a barrage of kicks before planting her feet in her face, bouncing off Mama’s lovely face and landing safely away. She could pull this off, she thought. So long as she didn’t let Mama get a grip on her, that is.

And she had to stop herself from staring at her mother’s mammoth jugs as well…
Mama grinned at her, catching the youngest Luv daughter’s eyes locked on her firm nipples. “You’ve gotten better, little one. But I promise you, you’ll be left sucking your Mama’s titties like old times soon enough.”
“Nuh uh! I can win!” Petty defied., huffing up her own little chest rebeliously.