Sons and Other Wrestlers By elliebi@aol.com This story takes place in the summer of 1983 in Virginia Beach. We had just joined a health club and met some couples who were part of a wrestling club that met quite often as couples or singles for matches and sexual activities afterwards. I would have my first match in this club this afternoon, but this is about two matches that followed mine. We met at Jean's home most of the time because they had the spare room used for our matches and there were enough other rooms to change and prepare for our matches. Today, I went with Tina, out neighbor, who first introduced us to the others. She loved wrestling us because she could run her hands over Lee, whom she tried to get at every party or match we attended. When we walked over to Jean's, she kept smiling and had a great attitude about the day's matches. But she wouldn't say why she was so happy and excited. I asked if it was about Barbie, my opponent, and she replied no, it had nothing to do with me or Barb. When we arrived, Jean took us to the living room where I so Mary, Barbie, Karen and Karen's son, Davey. I was a bit surprised at seeing a high school student whom my girls knew quite well. We saw the day's card on a chalk board: Jean vs. Mary Ellie vs. Barbie Karen vs. Davey Tina vs. Davey No wonder Tina smiled all the way over here. Of course I also became excited at the thought of seeing this 15 year old boy wrestling a mature woman, especially his mother. After a few drinks, we went to the wrestling room to await the first contestants. Tina told me they often wrestled with either one capable of winning. It had started with Davey trying out for wrestling in junior high school. He needed a lot of practice and she gave it to him. The first two matches were fine with Jean easily beating Mary in about eight minutes and I won with a surfboard submission in around 12 minutes. But now we would get to see the real treats of the day. The first match was introduced by Jean, who had no flare for the dramatic. "In the far corner, at 5'5'' and 144 lbs., here's Karen. And in the near corner, at 5'9'' and 163 lbs. here's her son, Davey". I could have done better in my sleep. Karen wore a dark purple bra and panty set with low-cut briefs that showed the top of her hairline, which she didn't try to hide. She had thick, solid thighs which looked very sexy with her body. They weren't sloppy-looking, but firm and muscular. I'm sure her son had many an adventure in those thighs. Her jet-black hair was cut short and combed back to look mean. Davey wore black Calvin Klein low-cut briefs and upon seeing his mother, he "popped a boner" that pulled the waistband away from his skin. She glared at him like he was a mortal enemy. He stared at her breasts, which she held with a bra that had the tips cut out to allow the nipples to show. He didn't care that his cock was showing at the waistband, he just stared at his mother's breasts and the nipples which were thick and hard. Jean rang the bell and they were off. Karen and Davey locked up with each trying hard to push the other against a wall. Davey managed to pin Karen against a wall when she slipped on the mat. He pushed her and held her while driving a knee into her lower belly. She groaned and went slightly limp. He took advantage of that and drove a forearm smash into her face, then pulling her hair, he threw her across the ring. Karen landed hard on her back and slid a bit. Davey quickly grabbed an arm and pulled up and back, twisting it into an armbar. He pushed down on her shoulder while twisting the arm. Karen screamed from the pain and tried desperately to claw at him. But Davey just laughed at his mother and poured on the pressure. To make matters worse for her, he dropped an elbow into the shoulder while pulling up on the arm. Karen cried out with tears running down her cheeks. But she was still trying to get back at him. Slowly she slid around to where she grabbed a leg and yanked it. Davey fell backwards, landing on his ass. Karen rolled away and stood up. Davey was just getting up when she drove both feet into his head with a perfect flying dropkick. He flew against a wall, his head slamming into it. He fell in a daze. Karen walked to him and kicked his belly then dropped an elbow into his back. He cowered against the wall as she repeatedly beat his back and head with forearms and knees. Desperate, Davey made an attempt to grab a leg and flip her. She fell backward and he managed to get some breathing room and shake the cobwebs from his brain. He got up just as she kicked him in the belly. But he caught the foot and twisted it before she could use it to leverage a side kick to his head. She screamed from the sudden pain as Davey twisted and lifted the foot higher. He finally dumped her on her back and stepped into a toehold, twisting the foot outward. Karen tried to roll with the foot, but he suddenly snapped the foot back the other way and caught her in another painful hold. "Come on hag, give up or I'll break it off," he yelled at her. She responded with a loud "fuck you dickhead!" Davey kept up the pressure until he tired of it and slowly brought the leg back over her head. He brought both legs back for a pin, but she lifted a shoulder and managed to break the pin. She also started to kick both legs and try to get free. He lost the grip on one leg and she planted a foot in his belly and kicked him away. He fell against the wall, but quickly came back trying to grab the same leg again. This time Karen rolled away and when he bent over to grab the leg, she smacked his head with her right foot. He spun part way around, giving her just enough time to stand and grab his hair. She held him in a front face lock, and then drove a knee into his chest. The knee lifted and caused him to fall to the mat. She still had his hair and yanked it around like a rag doll. Karen's vicious streak showed when she repeatedly drove a knee into his head. His eyes started to glaze over so to finish the job, she dragged him to a wall and began bouncing his head against it. He let out soft moans as his mother kept slamming his head against the wall. Soon his eyes were shut as he was losing consciousness. Jean finally asked to stop because he was totally beaten, but Karen pushed her aside and kept beating on Davey. Jean called for some help and Barb and I jumped in to pull Karen off her son. As we pulled her back she watched Davey fall to his left side, totally unconscious. "You fucking little shit. I hope you remember what I did to you, you piece of shit!" Karen was beside herself with rage and tried to kick her beaten and unconscious son. We managed to get to the back room to calm her down. Meanwhile Tina and Jean tended to Davey who was obviously in no condition to continue. Tina came back to tell us how he was doing and Karen suddenly broke down in tears. "God, what have I done? Oh my God, how could I do this? I love that boy and I could have killed him. Oh Jesus, I'm terrible, I'm terrible." Karen fell on the bed sobbing so Barb stayed with her and I looked at Davey. He was coming around and other than an embarrassing ass kicking from his mother, seemed okay. He went back to see Karen and soon Barb came out to tell us they were both crying, but okay. "They're crying right now, but give ‘em five minutes and they'll be ready to fight again." We talked about ending the day's matches, but Tina wanted to wrestle and was disappointed. She didn't care about the opponent, she just wanted a match. I said I'd wrestle her. We agreed to start in five minutes and I went back to change into my leotards. Jean didn't introduce anyone, she just asked if we were ready and rang the bell. Tina came out fast and caught me in a waist lock. She had me from behind and tried to lift me into a belly-to-back suplex. I started kicking my legs and she lost her balance and footing. We fell in a heap and both rolled away and quickly got up. We locked up and I managed to push her against a wall. I slowly released her, and then suddenly slapped her twice. The blows caught her off guard and she winced. Then I grabbed two handfuls of hair and threw across the room. I ran to her and grabbed an arm, twisting it into an armbar. I held it straight out and slowly twisted it while twisting the fingers. Tina had a hard time trying to break it because I could control her every move by twisting the arm and fingers. She managed to get free when she flipped forward and slipped from my grip. I went after her and pushed her against the wall, holding her tight and driving two forearm smashes into her head. She went limp and I pulled her out and threw her across the room by her hair. She rolled and fell against the far wall. I went to her quickly and pulled her up and into a side headlock. Squeezing as hard as I could, I twisted her neck and poured pressure on her temples. Her face was mashed against my waist. I tried to cut off air, but she managed to twist her face around to breathe. She tried to push me off like on TV, but it didn't work. I slammed an open palm against her forehead several times to give her a good headache. I was enjoying dragging her around the room, getting a good laugh at her expense, when Tina lifted me and fell backward. I landed hard on my neck and head. She fell loose and rolled away while I lay stretched out on the mat. The landing had taken the air from my lungs and my neck and head hurt. I slowly tried to stand, but the dizziness made me stop. That's when Tina pulled my hair and yanked me up. She glared at me and held my chin She drove a forearm into my face that spun me around and nearly dropped me. I staggered to stay standing, reaching for a wall for support. She kicked a leg out and I fell backwards. She pulled me up again and this time slammed me face first into the wall. My face was smashed into the wall and I saw stars. At the same time, Tina put me in a hammerlock and kept me pressed against the wall. She pulled my hair back, and then drove my face into the wall again. I was dazed and clearly out of it. The pain shooting through my shoulder and my head was horrible as she had my arm up high behind me and kept my face mashed into the wall. She got tired of playing with me so Tina figured to end this. She pulled me to the center and spun me around to lift me onto her shoulders in a backbreaker. She lifted me effortlessly and had me dangling from her broad shoulders. She pushed down on my throat and crotch to keep me tight on her shoulders. I waved my arms in submission, but before anyone could stop the match, Tina fell backwards driving me into the mat with her landing on top of me. I was beaten and winded. She merely rolled over on top, hooked a leg and Jean counted me out. Tina got up and danced around my barely moving body. My legs were moving, but they were about the only sign of life. She and Jean knelt down and helped me sit up, then slowly stood me up and helped me to a chair. All the girls were very complimentary and impressed that I fought two matches. Actually, I fought one and was a punching bag in the second. Notes: This day was a good one even though I was beat up in the second match. The girls were all great and helped each other with pointers and training. I'm amazed that we all got along so well, even after trying to remove each other's heads during the matches. It's also amazing that none of us were so badly hurt that we had to stop our matches. That could have happened very easily.