AGENT MOM

Well, this time let me add the narration to Chuck, an 23 y.o. man who's mom is [edit: was] a sexy brunette agent in the world of endless blonde vs brunette secret services fight.

That memorable night Chuck was seduced in a club by sexy nimble blonde MILF (Hanna, 37 y.o.), who appeared to be... the agent of the blond secret service. Chuck realized this fact only when he was suddenly trapped into a blondes house: He was lured there under the guise of a bondage play. How did Chuck's mom Linda (45) find out about the kidnapping? Well, we'll never know that. The fact is, however, that after a dozen or so minutes Linda broke into Hanna's house. Unfortunately for the brave brunette MILF agent - electric security system at Hanna's house warned the blonde agent of the infiltration. Though unprepared, Hanna managed to lurk in a makeshift ambush behind the red curtain.
But well... Let today's hero tell the rest:

Hanna looked at me from behind the curtain and smiled with her beautiful lips.

"At least you'll be able to see the catfight" - she said in her cute voice and blew me a blow kiss.
A moment later, my mother briskly entered the room, kicking the door open. In a fraction of a second, my brave agent saw me and sait:
"Oh! There you are"

...It was then that she made her biggest mistake, which negatively affected the outcome of the whole operation: My mother did not secure the room, but immediately took a step forward to free me. Unfortunately... Mom never finished this step.
Hanna pounced on her suddenly - like a tiger, tripping her balance with a swivel chair rolled under her feet. A beautiful blonde woman simultaneously grabbed my mother's hand and cut off her visibility by placing a metal trash can on her head.

By immobilizing the opponent's hand in the hold, Hanna successfully took control of my mom's weapon. Inspite of her extremely unfavorable situation I was able to see that my brave mom made a heroic attempt of counteraction. She quickly shook her head back, trying to shake off the trash can. Unfortunately, my mom's brave attempt was elegantly thwarted by agile blonde: The soft sound of a silenced gunshot mixed with the metallic jingle of a tiny bullet that pierced the metal trash can. The bullet not only muted Mom's counteraction, but practically ended the fight to her disadvantage. Though mom made no sound, she immediately became inert and all her limbs drooped involuntarily: Her body settled calmly and majestically on the swivel chair. Mom's drooping hand obediently left the gun in Hanna's firm grip. The blonde kept the gun still professionally aimed at her losing opponent head, mysteriously hidden in a metal basket.

The metal trash can settled back firmly on my brave agent's head, and the head itself fell slightly forward. Then the blonde deftly tilted the basket back, setting her opponent's head stuck in it in a raised position. The blonde put the newly obtained gun to the bottom of the trash can and without a moment's hesitation finished the fight with a touchdown shot - sealing her win. What appeared significant to me, there was no hate or anger of the blonde - it was just a duty/job for her. Shortly after the final head-shot, Hanna deftly rolled the chair with my mom's body into the closet from which she had begun her ambush seconds earlier. With a learned hand movement, the blonde patted her opponent's body on the hips, instantly finding the car keys in her right trouser pocket. With a confident movement of her hand, Hanna took the keys from my mom's pocket, and then made the so-called "control shot" aiming perfectly at the heart muscle. A dainty little stain rapidly adorned mom's chest, right between her exposed breasts.

The "Operation Broom" was complete. The best brunette agent in our city has been neutralized.