Natasha-2
Vampire



My mom looked at me sympathetically, after Natasha had dropped me at the sofa
beside her.

"Look honey, I'll talk to Natasha about it. She won't do this again." She
said.

"I still don't know how she was able to do that." I asked her, trying to hide
my embarrasment.

"She has been going regularly to gym, and she has more muscles than you. You
could be as strong as her if you too worked out at the gym regularly like
Natasha and me."

"What? You too are into this weight training and all."

"Two years ago when your father and I divorced, just after you went to
College, I too joined gym since I was feeling lonely."

"Oh! I'm sorry mom, I couldn't be there when you were in such a state of
mind." I said.

"Its fine, dear. You college was more important"

My mom was a woman of 50. She was 5-8 and was a woman of average build. But
now after I had known that she too had been working out, intrigued me. Could
it be that even she was stronger than me and that I was the weakest in my
home.

"Are you too as strong as Natasha, mom?" I asked fearing that the answer could
demoralize me even more.

"Judge for yourself." She said, and stood up to remove her chesterfield
revealing a sleeveless nightie. Her arms were thick and smooth. Her body
looked more like that of a 35 year old woman. Her shoulders were broader than
mine or Natasha's.

She sat down beside me on my right. Slowly she raised her arm and flexed her
biceps. They bulged up amazingly. Veins were visible in her arms, and her
biceps were so muscular.

"Feel them if you want" She said. She was unsurprisingly proud of her muscle
bound physique.

I put my hand on her arm tracing the shape of her biceps and squeezed a bit at
the bulging mounds of raw muscle. My hand didn't make it even halfway around.
Her biceps were incredibely hard and muscular. I couldn't believe that my mom
had such muscles. Her arms were thicker than mine, and her muscles put mine to
shame. They were chiselled into perfect shape and steely hardness.

"O My God!" was all I could blurt out.

Since then I started feeling a bit apprehensive near Natasha and mom. Knowing
that both of them were way stronger than me was a humiliating feeling. And I
was reminded of this bitter truth every now and then. Every time mom would be
doing her daily chores, her hard biceps would pump up with minimum of
movements. I had no doubt that her arms were thicker and lot stronger than
mine. Where my bicep measured 14 inches, the same as Natasha's, my mom bicep
would have measured atleast 15 inches. And despite the fact that Natasha's
bicep measured same as mine, hers were extremely muscular and stronger.

At times I noticed that Natasha would deliberately cross my path, evidently
looking for a show of strength where in she could humiliate me. I guessed her
feelings and tried to remain calm and composed whenever she confronted me.

One day when I was listening to a music record in my room, she burst in and
said, "Mark, I want the CD you are listening."

"Later. I'll give it to you after a few minutes."

"No, I want it now." She ejected the CD.

I stood up and said, "look, replace the CD."

She snickered slightly. "Here Mark, take it if you can." She held the CD in
her extended arm daring me to take it.

I just looked at her pathetically. I knew that she was waiting for a chance to
cream me. So I just let her take it at that time.

After some time, when she had gone out in the lawn, I went into her room to
take the CD. As I was in the process of ejecting it from the CPU, my hand
brushed against a glass of juice and it tumbled spilling the liquid all over
the table. I quickly cleaned it up with a cloth. But I could see that a few
sheets of paper had been rendered illegible. As I browsed through those
sheets, I discovered that the sheets constituted handwritten text on a Science
project.

Suddenly the door flew open and Natasha entered.

"What the hell have you done. It took me a week to collect and write all that
information from various books." She thundered.

"I..I am sorry Natasha. It was an accident."

"No, it was not. You did it on purpose since I took that CD from you."

"No, I am telling the truth. I didn't mean to do so."

"Well, tell that to the doctor who is gonna sew you up. Cause when I am done
with you, you'll be in a hospital." With that she rushed at me. Before I could
do anything, I felt her fist punching a hole through my stomach.

I doubled over. She caught hold of my neck and rolled me over on my back. As I
lay flat on the ground, she stood above me with her legs planted on the floor
on either side of my body. As I looked up at her, I saw her amazing thighs
which would have measured 25 inches. they were well muscled and looked
mammoth. She bent down and grabbed my collar lifting my upper torso in the
air. I was astounded by her strength for the zillionth time. Then she clasped
her thighs together around my head. Her head scissor was an extremely painful
one for me. Her thunder thighs were caving my skull in. I hit her thighs with
my hands trying to find an escape route. But all I felt was smooth skin and
hard muscles. I do not know, for how long I was in between those thunderous
thighs but when my eyes opened I found out that I was on my bed, suffering
from a terrible headache of course.