Coming Home By A.C I arrived home for a vacation from Haitoz to my home in Los Angeles. I would be staying with my family. I'm Matt, I'm a lawyer, who is aged 26 and who works on the island of Haitoz. I stand at 6"1, and weigh about 240lbs, I think. I am quite muscular, I have nearly 17in biceps, and 26in quads, and I can bench just over 300lbs. I have blue eyes and short brown hair, with now quite tanned skin. I was very excited to see my family. My parents, three sisters and two brothers. I was greeted at the door by my dad, a solicitor, Ron, he is a big, slightly overweight guy, standing at 5"10, 220lbs. He will be retiring quite soon, despite being in his mid fifties, but he had made a hell of a lot of money. He has an incredibly fierce temper, which can explode at any time. I gave my mum Jackie a big hug. She is nearly 59, but doesn't really look it. She is only 5"2, and has long blonde hair, and is quite tanned. She was always very fat, but she looks bulkier now, and she felt different when I hugged her. I saw my younger brother, Daniel, he is 25, quite tall 6"0, and overweight, standing around, 220lbs. He is a management consultant, and is a real party animal, I don't know anyone remotely like him. He also has a brown belt in Karate, and loves soccer. My other brother is William, or Will, as everyone who knows him calls him. He is quite a small guy, almost 5"7, and around 150lbs, he is 22. He is very lithe, and is studying to become a vet. He is a proper joker, even now he plays a hell of a lot of jokes. In school, he was suspended seven times overall, all for practical jokes on teachers. One of my sisters, is Jennifer, she is 23, and is a chef, at a very classy, London hotel. She is 5"9, and quite slim, though not a stick. She used to model in magazines, but she had a useless manager who really put her off. She has long blonde hair, and baby blue eyes, and has quite pale skin. She was always one of the popular kids in high school, though she almost dropped out. My elder sister is Rachel, she is also quite tall, 5"8, and she has very tanned skin, unusually, even for Los Angeles. She is slim and has long dark brown hair, with a few lighter streaks. She works in Public Relations somewhere, I'm not sure where. In high school she was a track state champion, and part of the state championship winning soccer team. Which was just like myself, except on the male team. After I had greated everyone I asked "Where is Ashley?", who is our much younger sister. "Oh she's at her friend's house, she'll be home in an hour." Replied Rachel. Nevertheless we started dinner, but while we were settling down in the living room to catch up, Ashley came home. She came in and I was startled, she was so tall. She was only 13, but she stood at 6"4½ . She had always been tall, she was 12 when I left, and then she was 5"9, but this was freakish. She was quite an attractive girl, with a slightly pale complexion and long brown hair. "Wow you're so tall." I exclaimed. "No you're just really short, shrimp." She replied. We spent a long time reminiscing about the past and catching up. A few hours later we went to bed, and as we all stood up, it was incredible that someone who was only 13 was a head taller than all of us. I was very ironic that out of a family of eight the one who was 13 was the tallest. Although only Ashley and Will were living at home, the rest of my siblings were staying for a couple of days. As Ashley and my parents went to bed, I and Will, Daniel, Rachel and Jennifer stayed in my room for a couple of hours, until three in the morning. We reminisced about the past and caught up even more, had a bit more to drink. We spent a long time discussing our partners. My girlfriend is called Dawn. She is a very big bodybuilder, not as big as my aunt, but she has competed in Ms Haitoz, which is more prestigious than Ms Olympia. The winner of that will almost certainly take the Ms Olympia title, and the Combined male and female title they created, since a few years ago women became even bigger than men muscularly. Dawn is only 5"5, but she weighs 250lbs, has 26in biceps, F-cup breasts, and can bench 1700lbs. Eventually they all went to bed but I just could not sleep. At approximately four in the morning I went down to the kitchen, though I got lost, our house is so huge. I went into the lounge with my glass of water. I saw Ashley drinking some coffee. "High Ash." "Oh my God, you startled me!" She said turning around abruptly. "So how have you been?" "Good, and you?" "I doing well, you should come and visit me in Haitoz, it's gorgeous. Anyway what have you been up to?" "Well I've started working out, and I joined a soccer team, the same one Rachel played for. Maybe I can convince mum and dad to let me visit." "Yeah hopefully. Really, you're working out?" I asked, intrigued. "Oh yeah, I've even got a few muscles, wanna see?" I nodded. She removed her sweatshirt and tracksuit bottoms, and she was just in a pink bikini. Which I felt was too skimpy for a 13 year old. However to say she was slightly muscular, was a huge understatement. She was massive, even more muscular than me. Her biceps were around 19inches, and her quads were nearly 30 inches, she looked pumped, with veins crisscrossing her arms, she was so defined with an eight pack. Her bikini was really filled out, with huge pecks and large breasts, she had sure developed in under one year. "WOW!" I exclaimed. "Yeah well I heard you worked out, lets see your muscles." I removed my tracksuit, I had put on to go for a jog, and I was in my shorts, and was topless. "Whoa, you're pretty big bro. Especially compared to most of the guys in my gym." "Yeah well look at you, you're a damn hulk." "Why don't we have a flex off." Ashley suggested. We stood in front of our big mirror in the lounge. It was almost embarrassing, she was so much more muscular and bigger than me. "Why don't we arm wrestle, see who's stronger." Ashley suggested. I gulped as she put her arm around me and flexed, I was actually really scared. She lifted me in a cradle and I sat on her lap. We put our arms down on the table, as we put our hands together, and she "lightly squeezed" my hand. I almost cried. For the first 20 seconds I pushed with all of my might, but could not budge her. "Try two hands." I used two but could not budge her. After what seemed like an eternity she slammed my hands down onto the table. "Wow you're so strong!" "Yeah, wanna feel my biceps?" I eagerly felt her biceps, they really were rock hard. "You know what would be fun Matt?" "What?" I asked apprehensively. "Why don't we wrestle, no submissions, just pins?" "Ok." I agreed. I had wrestled many women in my time, and I had lost to nearly all of them, mainly because I had wrestled girlfriends and my aunt (who I was having a shameful affair with) who have all been very muscular. Yet I had never wrestled a 13 year old. We stood facing each other, circling and evading each other. She grabbed me and tackled me to the floor. She lifted me up and flipped me upside down, and put me in a head scissors. I cried for a submission, but we were playing no submissions. She lifted me over her head and dropped me on my chest. She pinned me with one hand I was struggling to get up, and I had no chance against just one of her mammoth arms. She counted to 10 and I was pinned. She lifted me up and put me in a bear hug which nearly killed me. She dropped me in a heap and smothered me with her breasts. With her chest I would have enjoyed it if it was anyone else, but it was my sister, so it was embarrassing and sick. She then sat on my chest, all 260lbs of her, and she pinned me with ease. Although I enjoy getting dominated by a muscular, strong woman, my sister is not the kind of woman I like being beaten by. What was even worse was that I had an inconvenient and embarrassing erection. My sister got up and went back to bed, only stopping to lift me and drop me onto my bed. Later that day as all the family were out at work, or school, except for my mum. We were drinking a lot of tequila, whisky and vodka, my mum especially was pretty drunk, which may have explained her behaviour. We decided to watch TV, but the only thing on was wrestling. We saw a match between Asya, the huge and incredibly stunning and sexy bodybuilder, and some very muscular male bodybuilder, who she was battering. My mum saw I was enjoying this sexy display, and asked. "Think she's hot do you?" "Yeah I guess" I said monosyllabically. I was sitting topless on the sofa and my mum said, "You know you're getting quite muscular, Matt." "Well I do work out a lot." "Maybe you can finally give me a run for my money in arm wrestling." she said smirking. "Yeah right mum, I've been able to beat you for a few years." I said smirking. We have this strength joke, because of up to the age of about 22, when I had been training for three years, including using steroids my mum was much stronger than me. She was fat but very strong, she would annihilate me in wrestling, and could easily lift me. After I replied she lifted me onto her lap. I remember when at the age of 18 I was at home with my friend Geoff. He was one of those 6"3, 235lb, huge football jocks, he was the school quarterback. I was one of the really popular guys in high school, friends with all the jocks (which came in handy in fights), and dating many of the most beautiful girls in the school. As I was the captain of the school soccer team, and I led us to the state championship, was very funny, intelligent so was good to study with, and was smooth with the girls. We were watching some wrestling, and there was a very large female bodybuilder wrestling beating these larger men. Geoff remarked "Look at that steroid freak, that's disgusting, no woman is that strong, I bet I could beat her." It was slightly ironic that Geoff would be sceptical about steroids, seeing as I knew for a fact that he had been taking them since the age of 14. My mum didn't like that and so said, "Oh yeah Geoff, think you're some big man, I'm sure I could kick you're ass!". "No offence Mrs Marakesh, but I think that I could take you, I've been working out for years." "What scared of some old woman?" "Ok then lets do this, I'll arm wrestle you." As they stood up I couldn't help feeling this was a mismatch. My mum was a foot smaller, and although only 20lbs lighter, it was fat opposed to muscle. They locked arms and within 10 seconds my mum had won. Everyone stood shocked including my mum, with their mouths wide open. My mum got up and flipped over Geoff, lifting him high into the air, before dropping him hard. The funny thing is while laughing, I saw from the corner of my eye, Geoff's cock growing into an erection. My mum leaned over and said "You're such a big strong boy Geoff!", though I think she added in a whisper. "I thought you didn't like big, strong women Geoff!" "Still pretty strong, huh, Matt.", I gulped, and she asked. "Hey do you wanna arm wrestle." "Ok." I replied eagerly hoping to end this once and for all. Although it was slightly unconventional as I was sitting on her lap. She got up with me in her arms, and undressed sensually, until she was down to a superwoman costume. I gasped she was 5"3, and as I found out, just under 320lbs. She was now wearing a superwoman costume. This exposed, her now incredibly, gigantic, huge, massive, beefy, defined muscular arms. Unlike before, they were not fat, and her deep F cup breasts. However instead of a six pack, she has a large stomach. However as I could see from her quads, and calves, they were all huge muscle, which were incredibly defined. Her Quads were the size of huge tree trunks. And arms the size of beer barrels. I gasped "How big are you Mum?" "Well honey I have 320lbs of muscle on a 5"3 frame. My breasts are 36F, my biceps are 28½ins, calves 25½ins, and quads are nearly 42ins. I can bench 2750lbs, leg press 3900lbs, two arm curl 1800lbs, and squat 2500lbs. Not bad huh." "You're fucking huge. Shit how much do you work out?" "Well I do between 5 and 7 hours, 6 days a week." If I thought my "little" sister was massive, there was nothing to describe my mum. "Ok Matt do you wanna wrestle?" "Ok." Came the faint and dispirited reply. She lifted me onto her lap, me facing her, and we put our arms on table. My mum suggested, "Why don't you use two hands?" I used two hands I could see as we started that she was using about 5% effort, yet she moved my arm down slowly, and after about ½ a minute I was pinned. Jackie sensually flexed, which turned me on quite shamefully. She threw me off and pushed me, stupidly I pushed back, and she caught my hand. She lifted me over her shoulder, and spun me round until I was dizzy. She dropped me and put me in a chokehold, this choked me and I struggled to breathe. She released me and with one hand lifted me over her head and she threw me down. She pinned me with one hand and I had no chance. "Give up kid." "Yeah, Yeah." I struggled. For the next hour we lay on the sofa, curled up in her gigantic arms, watching TV. We both fell asleep, until she woke me. "Hey Matt, I don't think I slept too well, could you massage me baby." "Eh, Ok." I replied suspiciously. She lay on our large leather sofa, but before hand she said. "Ah let me get comfortable." I wondered how she could be more comfortable, but she ripped her clothes off. I was very weary now. "Also, lets not forget you Matt." "Huh" I replied. She ripped off my shorts, so I was naked, with a huge erection. "Jackie, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked in shock. "Hm, now I know my muscular genes haven't gone to waste." She said, still drunk and quite slurred. "But Jackie?" I said sternly "Just give me a massage." I kneeled on her, with her body it didn't exactly hurt her. My dick was pressed against her incredible glutes, and my heart pounded. I massaged her back, triceps, ass, and quads. I had never seen so much muscle, except on my even bigger aunt. I bit my lip as my erection grew, I was very embarrassed. My mum flipped me over, so I was sitting on her lap facing her. She grabbed me and erotically kissed me. "Mum what the fuck are you doing?" I could smell the alcohol on her breath. "Sorry Matt." Then she kissed me again, and tried to push her off as hard as I could, but my efforts were futile. I started hitting her, although it didn't hurt, she could just about feel it. She threw me off her, her face angry. She slapped me and I collapsed in a heap. She lifted me by the scruff of the neck, and hit me in the stomach, I nearly threw up. She lifted me with one hand around my neck against the wall. "Now you little shit, either I rape you normally, or I rape you after I have beaten you senseless and unrecognisable." I gulped. She cradled me and kissed me, I did not resist. "Now massage, lick and suck my muscles and breasts," she said erotically. I reluctantly obeyed, I wished it was anyone other than my mum. I tried to imagine it was Dawn, but I kept on seeing my mum. My erection grew, and after 5 minutes of ecstasy I had a premature ejaculation. She pulled me close to her and pinned me down. "Actually little one lets see you struggle, it is rather comical." I decide to give it a go but I couldn't budge her 320lbs of muscle. She laughed and I turned bright red. She kissed me and we fucked a couple of times, the orgasms were complete ecstasy. She was so huge, it was scary and sexy, but as it was my mum, it was very sick. The next morning I woke up in her bed, exhausted and bruised. My Mum leaned over, put her arm around me, kissed me on the cheek and sensually said. "Sorry Honey" and we fell back to sleep in each others arms, as I deeply regretted coming for a holiday.