#embarrassing weakness

Weiss Schnee was currently at an impasse. True, she was in a rather...disadvantageous situation, what with being not only stranded in the Mistral and held hostage by a group of bandits, she was in the tent of the bandit leader, who also surprisingly enough, happened to be the mother of her own teammate, Yang.

And when the woman entered the tend and stood before her, Weiss could truly see the similarities. Both had the same facial structure, long lustrous hair (although the woman’s was black as night instead of sunshine yellow), they eyes were similar as well (though Yang’s only took that shade of crimson when she used her semblance), and of course, they were both unfairly buxom, the dark haired woman’s bust straining against her top, a massive expanse of cleavage showing. Flaunting it, just like her daughter.

Even as the woman started to speak, Weiss only heard every third word, watching those fat mounds wobble and shake, the sight entrancing her and making her wonder if the woman even understood what a bra was.

She guessed that the woman was talking about ransoming her? What would they even ransom? Despite the fact that she grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, even she knew that money was of no use out here...so dust, then.

But that was laughable. She knew that her ‘father’ would never actually pay any ransom on her, especially after the fiasco at that gala and her practical disowning. He’d cut his losses.

Seeing those massive mounds of fat wobble and jiggle before her as the woman still yapped on and on about what she was planning on doing with her.

However, it at least gave her an enticing view. And it actually triggered a conversation that she and Ruby had, back at Beacon, months ago…

“Argh! How do you deal with her, Ruby!?” Weiss hissed through her teeth, wondering how the younger girl had managed to stand the busty blonde when she was like she had been.

Her partner giggled, though the sound wasn’t like her normal, innocent one. In fact it was somewhat...devious...compared to normal.

“That’s simple, Weiss! For all of her bluster, Yang is really weak to something very simple! I use it every time she gets too full of herself! It’s funny that someone so physically strong is so weak to something that simple~”

Weiss leaned forward eagerly, her face full of naked hope. “Please tell me you’re willing to share your secret!” Weiss would never admit to begging for the answer, but she was fully prepared to do so if it meant she could finally stop Yang when she wouldn’t stop needling her.

Ruby giggled again. “Well, you have to promise not to do it when in public~ You’d get in trouble~! Now, listen carefully, what you have to do is…”

Coming back to the present, Weiss’s lips curled into a smirk as she looked up at the still talking woman. The woman was even more buxom than her just as loudmouthed daughter, so it stood to reason she had the same weakness. Now all she had to do was exploit it…

Focusing carefully, she formed several glyphs, severing her ropes and wrapping around Raven’s wrists pulling her arms apart, leaving her top exposed and vulnerable.

...a vulnerability that she was perfectly willing to exploit, reaching forward and hooking her finger into the kimono top and tugging, smirking as the garment fell open, revealing the large, milky skinned tits capped with incredibly fat, pink, inverted nipples, a small slit where the nub should be.

Weiss chuckled inwardly, even as she inwardly seethed at the unfairness. Seeing the confused look, Weiss knew that she didn’t have long before the woman got her faculties back.

Reaching out, she curled her fingers before flicking the fat nubs that capped the unfairly large masses of fat before her. The result was instant, and dramatic.

“Aaaahhhhhooooohhhh~!!” Weiss grinned in an almost feral manner as the woman’s eyes bulged, a rosy blush formed on her cheeks and an outright slutty moan spilled from her lips as she shook from obviously unexpected pleasure. It seemed that Yang did take practically everything from her mother...which was perfect.

She flicked them again, making the woman moan again, shuddering in place as pleasure filled her. Weiss couldn’t help but giggle; the woman even made the same dumb faces Yang did when she did this to her!

Her laughter brought the woman out of her pleasure haze and the black haired woman, admittedly, attempted to glare at her (though to her eyes, it looked far more like a pout) and stuttered (like mother, like daughter, it seemed!) out a, “S-Stop this at o-once, girl, and muh-maybe I’ll l-let you o-off easy…”

Weiss gave an unladylike snort before flicking the fat buds again, watching the woman’s face screw up in pleasure as more pleasure rushed through her body.

Weiss found herself amused at the twisting faces full of pleasure that the woman was making as she starting flicking the fat nubs before her with purpose, watching her eyes roll up as well as her try and jerk her chest away, only making the fat mounds jiggle and sway with slutty purpose, though her nipples, already fat, had swollen more, practically begging to be flicked and toyed with.

The greatest thing though, in Weiss’s personal opinion, was the fact that the woman went from demanding to be let go, to begging. She was begging her to stop, her occasional words nearly lost in the gurgles of pleasure, the droplets of liquid that started pattering onto the ground telling her that the titslut was really getting off on this.

Weiss laughed softly as she began flicking the fat nubs up, down, side to side, together at once, and alternatively, seeing what would affect the slut the most.

Alternatively and one up and down and the other side to side seemed to be the best, since the slut before her was stuck in what seemed to be an almost permanent orgasm, caused from her nipples alone, a steady stream of drips falling to the ground between her legs, a heady scent of musk filling the air around them...and not just her slutty captives.

Weiss could feel that she herself was wet, her own panties sticking to her mound as she watched the cow-titted woman moan and shake, seeing those fat tits wobble and quiver, picking up speed and hearing the high pitched keen coming from the leader of the bandits, the steady dripping turning into a stream onto the floor of the tent beneath her.

With a final flick of her fingers against the fat, swollen, now dark pink nubs, Weiss figured she was finished for the moment, leaving the woman panting and dripping with sweat, her bare tits bouncing and jiggling before her.

Thinking that Yang’s mother had had enough, Weiss allowed the Glyphs holding her arms in place to vanish, leaving the woman standing shakily on her feet.

Weiss watched in amusement as the woman placed her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest out and putting a (wholly unearned) haughty look on her face. Truly the mother was the originator of the daughter’s quirks.

“I...I’ll…show you a...kindness...and forgive...forgive you...” she gasped for air, as though she hadn’t just been begging Weiss to stop what she was doing and squealing like a constantly cumming slut, “We...we’ll just pr...pretend...that this never happened…”

Weiss raised an eyebrow in amusement and leaned forwards a bit, puffing her cheeks full of air and then exhaling a quick huff of air, swift and sharp, against both nipples.

“HHHNNNNN~♥♥!!” Weiss watched in satisfaction as the woman arched, thrusting her tits out as her spine curved, a large squirt of fluid splashing onto the ground as the woman collapsed to her knees like a sack of bricks, shuddering and whimpering as her face was full of twisted, shameful pleasure.

Weiss licked her lips as she watched the supposedly powerful woman moan and shake like a needy slut desperate for any attention that she could get, realizing that she was probably had a fetish now, and wasn’t sure what she was going to do to soothe it now.

However, she watched the woman look up at her, her face wracked with pleasure, her chest heaving, bouncing, jiggling as she panted for air, her body quivering from the massive titgasm she had been given just moments ago.

Her clit twitched in her panties as she watched the woman heave for air, a near broken look in her eyes, her lips parting to only say one word, one singe word, proving to Weiss once and for all that mother and daughter were two sides of the same coin.