The defeat of Superman



During Clark's spring break, Martha had talked him into posing with her(by
offering him a large increase in his allowance) in the mixed posing
competition of a local bodybuilding tournament.  He had never seen Martha
out of regular clothes and was stunned when his middle-aged mom came out of
the dressing room in a scandalously tiny purple bikini,  with muscles that
Arnold Schwartzeneggar could be proud of!  Martha noticed immediately that
Clark 's impressive cock, outlined by his own skimpy purple bikini, was
swelling to enormous size; he was obviously as aroused by his massively
muscled mother as she was by him.  The buxom lady bodybuilder's mind was
racing, rapidly filling with the wildest, the most erotic, and the most
forbidden, thoughts a mother could think. Redfaced, her son could only
stammer, "M..mom!" in weak protest, as Martha drew close, and pulled him
into an affectionate embrace, gently squeezing his tush and tonguing him in
the ear, while whispering, "Ummm, Tommy; I bet those college girls
appreciate that you're hung like a bull!"
Clark was still in a state of shock(and arousal) as he and his muscle-mom
oiled each other up for their posing routine. As he worked the slippery oil
onto Martha 's tanned, smooth skin he could feel the hardness and size of
her powerful shoulders, arms and thighs.  "Wow, Mom!" he exclaimed, "You've
really beefed up; you're more muscular than most of the guys on the
wrestling team!"  Both bodybuilders were acutely aware of the other's close
physical presence as they continued rubbing each other down beyond the
point of necessity, their aroused bodies brushing and touching ever more
often and closely. At one point they stood face to face, oiling each
other's shoulders and necks, their big, flaring thighs, bikinis, even their
hard, muscular stomachs, touching, rubbing, in close physical contact. They
were both reluctant to stop when the contest manager announced it was time
for them to go on stage.
The unusual pair created a sensation when they, and their relationship,
were announced to the audience.  Their routine - designed by Martha and
very simple because it was unrehearsed - nevertheless featured some
incredible strength feats on her part as she lifted her muscular son high
over her head.  But the two really brought down the house when Sherma drew
Tommy close and began a sexy lambada dance routine.  The huge, oiled,
muscled physiques of mother and son, naked except for their tiny bikinis,
almost fused as they danced back and forth across the stage. Martha and
Clark gazed deeply into each other's eyes, each nearing the point of total
sexual arousal, as their massive bodies clenched together in the lambada. 
Tommy's engorged phallas, thrusting agressively against the stretched out
lycra of his bikini, brushed and probed against his mother's pubic mound,
tautly outlined by her own tiny bikini triangle. They finished their
routine only seconds before both reached orgasm!  Martha was grunting,
Clark was gasping, and both were drenched in the musk and sweat of
expectant sex.  Only by supreme effort could they loosen their embrace and
turn to face the audience, side by side, holding hands.
The spectators and judges were almost physically overwhelmed by the totally
taboo and achingly erotic intensity of what they had just seen.  When the
votes were tallied they had easily won 1st place.  Now Martha gave in to
her desire and, squealing like a schoolgirl, jumped up into her son's
brawny arms, wrapping her python like legs around his waist as they both
shamelessly kissed each other French style, deeply, wetly, and long.
As they drove home in Martha 's Mercedes, neither said a word.  Both knew
what was on the other's mind.  Both knew what they wanted, wanted so
incredibly much.  But not a word was spoken.
Neither Clark nor his mother, both staring at the ceiling in their
respective bedrooms, was able to sleep much that night.
The next day was Clark 's last at home before going back to school.  Martha
invited him to the Spectrum Club to join her in a weight workout, but when
they arrived she sprang a surprise.  "Tommy, I guess you don't know what
today is, do you?"  "No, mom."  "It's my 46th birthday."  "Oh, damn, I
forgot!  Sorry mom; I'll still get you a present.What would you like?" 
Martha smiled at her son.  "You can give me my present right now, dear!  I
want to meet you on the wrestling mat."  Clark 's eyes grew wide, "Huh?"
was all he could say. "I want to wrestle you, handsome!  A winner take-all
match!  Whaddaya say, hunk?"
Clark was aghast.  "Now, look, mom, you are a really good bodybuilder, and
I'm sure you're strong for a woman, but...dammit...I'm a college wrestler! 
There is no way you could fight me!  You'd get hurt. You wouldn't stand a
chance!"  Martha wouldn't take no for an answer.  "I think you're scared
your mother might be a better wrestler than you are. You're scared I will
beat you! I know I can take you, Clark!  And I'm going to prove it on the
mat!
After much cajoling, Clark finally agreed to wrestle Martha, but only after
warning her, "OK, mom, but don't expect me to go easy on you.  I'm going to
give you a wrestling lesson you won't forget!"  Martha laughed, "Promises,
promises!"  He wasn't surprised when she told him she had planned
everything in advance, and that an audience was awaiting their appearance
in the club wrestling pit.  After changing in their locker rooms they both
made their way to the small circular arena where the club's matches were
held.
As Clark climbed down into the pit, he noticed that the audience consisted
entirely of women.  "Hi, Clark!" one of them called.  "This is your mom's
birthday party! Except for you it's girls only!"  "Looks like a hen party
to me!" he replied, causing the women to titter. Another woman complimented
him on his suit, a gold posing brief,  which had attracted the admiration
of the entire female audience. The young muscleman hit a few poses for
them, earning some "oohs" and "aaahs" in the process.  The cocky stud
clearly enjoyed showing off his bod.
Then Clark turned around, saw his mom,  and gasped out loud.  Martha
stepped into the pit wearing a purple bikini even briefer than the one she
had worn at the bodybuilding tournament; it was almost obscene. But his
mother had yet another surprise for him. "Since it would come off anyway,
do you mind if I go topless?" Martha smiled.  "Uh...no mom, I guess not,"
Clark stammered, in total shock as his mom unhooked her overmatched bra. 
Her big, tanned, well-shaped boobs, freed of all restraint, spilled out. 
Clark was almost mesmerized by her saucer sized auereoles and big, thick,
nipples, hard erect, at least 3/4's of an inch long.  Martha was pleased,
and excited, by her son's raw physical reaction. She flexed her biceps,
which expanded to 18 full inches, a good half-inch bigger than her
bodybuilder son's!  Again, Clark 's big snake stretched the thin gold lycra
of his suit to the maximum extent in response to his sexy mother's
incredible, massively muscled body.  Sherma knew she should avoid looking
at her handsome son/opponent, but couldn't tear her eyes off his superb
thighs and aroused cock, outlined so erotically by his bikini, pushing so
urgently directly towards her!  She, too,  felt the early stages of sexual
arousam .
They would wrestle on a very large mat, inside a
painted white circle. As clark stretched and prepped for the bout, martha

couldn't help admiring his body, and again had trouble taking her eyes off
his
rounded butt and the clearly outlined shape that pushed out from the front
of
his tiny suit. The other women in the room were also admiring clark, with
giggles and little waves, which annoyed the big brunette. clarks was
watching
martha, however, and their eyes met several times, each time for a longer
period. He knew HE was developing a
major case of muscle-lust for HER. Never before had he been turned on by
his mother. As she vigorously rolled her head & shoulders to
limber up, causing her well shaped breasts to bounce erotically inside her
too
small bra, she was a spectacular sight: olive skinned, heavily muscled, her
finger and toe-nails painted fire-engine red to go with her bikini. He
could
even see a hint of her labia, outlined by the thin red bikini fabric. He
was
getting a very noticeable erection. Then he again thought, "God, what if
our
class at school could see us, the lady and son, both
almost naked, getting ready to wrestle each other. THAT would start some
talk!!!" As Dale gave the signal to start the match, martha noticed that
clark
had grown an even more massive hard-on. Her flutter came back stronger, and
stayed. Their eyes locked as they maneuvered around each other, getting
closer, looking for an opening. Headbutting the female in the solar-plexus,
he knocked her flat to the canvas, flipped her on her belly, mounted her
broad back, and applied a tremendously powerful hammerlock on her right
arm.  Martha croaked and gasped, but couldn't scream - Clark had knocked
the wind out of her. She sputtered like a beached whale on the mat,
gradually getting her breath back in wheezes, screeches, and choking
noises.  It was painful to watch.  She was helpless; the powerful, handsome
gigolo was trying his best to rip her arm off, pulling, twisting, bending,
screaming, "SUBMIT! SUBMIT!"  The crowd was uncomfortable; it was really a
horrible thing, an older woman being brutalized by a big, young male. 
Clark was ready to stop the match; otherwise Martha might be crippled.
But in his frenzy to dislocate the strong lady's shoulder, Clark forgot
Martha's left arm. Still choking,  she managed to rotate under Jaime's
heavy weight, bring up her elbow, and smash him in the eye. "Arrrgghhhh!"
The muscleman was stunned, and his grip loosened.  Martha clubbed him again
with her elbow and forced him to roll off her, holding onto his eye, which
was swelling and purpling. "Damn you !" he screamed, "You gave me a black
eye!"  Both fighters were on their hands and knees, inches apart. Clark
recovered first. Putting a hand on Martha's massive back for leverage, he
brought his right elbow

crashing down on her neck and upper shoulders.  Then using both arms, he
pummeled the Californian with blow after blow, refusing to let up.  Martha
was in serious trouble, almost unconscious from the savage beating she was
taking.  The crowd murmured with excitement and concern, impressed with
Martha's endurance yet worried that Clark would seriously injure her.
Eventually Clark paused; he had run out of gas, and leaned on Martha's
back, catching his breath.  Another mistake! Maryha was just conscious
enough to realize she had to buy time to recover.  She swung up and back,
elbow chopping the big male in the neck, giving him some of his own
punishment. "I'm not dead yet," she shouted in defiance.


The brawny teenager dove for martha's legs, and snagging her left foot
before
she could avoid it, clamped her in a painful ankle-lock, forcing her down
with
him on the mat. But she got an arm across his face and caught him in the
crook
of her elbow, pulling back hard. Stalemate! Both wrestlers were groaning
with
exertion and some pain. The crowd began to get into it, the women
especially,
yelling for clark. For 20 minutes they fought furiously and evenly, though
clark kept the initiative, attacking June with a repertoire of his best
holds. But she was a tad stronger, and muscled out of his tightest grips.
More
women came in to watch, as word spread through the club of the unusual
match.
Marcus was getting frustrated. He'd never dreamt a woman could wrestle him
on
equal terms, but his mother was at least holding her own, and the
high school star was tiring. Suddenly, martha escaped his bodyscissors,
and,
catching him off-guard, lifted him high in the air. She slammed him down on
the mat, stunning him, and mounted him in a grapevine, grabbing his wrists
and
forcing his arms flat to the canvas while her legs coiled around his like
thick, powerful snakes. Now, martha was the aggressor! The crowd got
noisier and
the women, especially, more excited. She couldn't help but feel the push
from
his big phallus against her pubic mound as they grappled. Unlike her match
with Dale, martha was having problems focussing only on wrestling, but her
sexual excitement also seemed to give her more strength. The two wrestlers
looked into each other's eyes with growing intensity, feeling a mixture of
fear, determination, and lust.

Releasing her grapevine, martha slid forward up clark's sweat-slick belly
wrapping her massive legs around his waist and maintaining her grip on his
wrists, in a kind of modified "school-boy press." Her powerful arms rippled
as
she forcibly crossed the black wrestler's arms in front of his chin, trying
to
pull them away from their sockets. How could she be so strong? clark
resisted
fiercely - his big arm muscles bulging and straining with effort - but
martha
had the advantage. She was inflicting more and more damage on his arms, and
they started to go numb. Clark tried to shake her off time after time, but
she stayed firmly mounted on top of him. This couldn't be happening! What
was
left of his confidence was fading fast, and being replaced by fear. But
Martha
was growing more confident...and excited. She began bouncing a little on
top
of Clark's swollen bikini. "Ummphh, oooooh, uh, umm, yes,yes!"

The women in the audience knew what was going on, and felt a flush come
over
them. The intense sexuality of the female bodybuilder slowly
overpowering the male wrestler was making every woman in the audience
hotter and more stimulated. A number were breaking into sweats and emitting
low gasps, grunts and groans.

"Give it up, Clark; you've had it!" Martha demanded, but he refused with a
shaky, "uh..ugh.. No,No!" Clark's arms were dead, his strength almost gone.
The woman wrestler released her hold and pulled the fading man into a
sitting
position, wrapping her thighs around his waist from behind this time.
Gripping
her opponent like a python, Martha leaned back on her arms, constricting
her big
thighs until Clark was shouting, "Shit, fuck, SHIT!!" in agony, trying
desperately to loosen her scissors with his hands. The female spectators,
enjoying the sight of a powerful male under the control of a stronger
woman,
began switching support to Martha, shouting, "Squeeze girl! SQUEEZE him!!"
Still
Clark wouldn't quit. Reaching over with her right arm, Martha pulled his
head
far back, trapping it between her elbow and shoulder. She immobilized his
left
arm with hers. Clark was tied up and stretched out to the breaking point.
He
was having trouble breathing. He had never been physically dominated like
this
before; the muscular mother was now his teacher on the wrestling mat, as
well
as in the classroom. Wracked with pain and losing consciousness, he feebly
tugged at her brawny thighs with his free hand, no longer strong enough
exert
any force. Finally, just before passing out, he tapped three times on the
mat,
and gurgled, "Stop, stop! I quit!" Martha was horrified.  She hadn't meant
to injure Clark. He had been the
only male wrestler to treat her with respect!. She
immediately released her hold as the bell rang.

After the match they came back to their house. Putting a terrycloth
bathrobe over her muscular naked body, she stepped
out into the studio hall and made her way to Clark's room.
No one answered her knock, so she entered.  The shower was running.
Martha walked over and gasped at what she saw.  Clark stood
under the showerhead, slowly, tiredly washing his glorious body.
His cock was huge, even in a relaxed state.  The teenager was
embarrassed but smiled shyly.  "Hi Clark! I wanted to see how
you were doing...I'm sorry about hurting you.."  "That's OK,
Mom...I feel pretty good ...you are one tough
wrestler...you really surprised me!!"  "Thanks champ."
Martha stared at Clark's big black snake.  It had swollen to
enormous size, a good 10 inches, and was "standing at attention,"
pointing directly at her!! She licked her lips and slowly
slipped off her robe. Now it was Cedric's turn to gasp,
"God, you're beautiful!!"  Martha stepped into the shower
and slowly, sensually, the two massive wrestlers embraced in a long,
deep, wet French kiss. Their chests, bellies, thighs and legs made
slippery contact and rubbed against each other. Clark's cock was
grazing, brushing, and stroking the lips of Martha's hot, wet pussy,
driving her insane with desire!! She cupped his snakehead in her hand;
it was leaking warm, creamy precum and his entire python had become hot
and oiled. "I have one of those self-lubricating models," Clark joked.
"Please, Clark, you don't know how long I've wanted this!! Please
baby!! TAKE ME NOW!!"
Clark slowly penetrated, pushing his thick, engorged snake deeper and
deeper into Betty.  "What a monster you have!!"she exclaimed, "I hope I
can take all of it."  "I'll go slow and give you time to adjust."  The
friction and pressure inside her cunt was beyond anything Martha had ever
imagined. She began grunting as Clark began pumping, fusing their
bodies together in a meltdown of pure ecstasy as they stood in the
shower. "Don't ever stop; don't ever pull out; I want you in me forever
big boy!!" Martha pleaded. The two lovers lost track of time as Clark
continued feeding his giant black  into the musclewoman's
quivering pussy. Martha also lost track of the number of orgasms she had.
Each one
had been better, longer, more potent, more shattering than the one before.
She grunted, groaned, screamed and cried in coital nirvana. Finally,
she began to feel a vibrating rumbling inside of her pussy, like the
beginning of an earthquake...it was Clark, growing even larger inside
of her; like a sexual supernova his cock was swelling in all directions,
getting ready to shoot its massive volcanic load!!! "I'm going to
shooooooootttttt!!!! ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Clark roared
and Martha screamed one last time as they both climaxed together!
His erupting snake shot out a huge geyser of hot, potent semen deep,
deep into the clenching vagina of the blonde lady wrestler.

Clark felt Martha relax, then go limp; she had swooned! She was out
cold!  Clark wrapped her in his beefy arms and carried her over to a
massage table, laying her down carefully, and curled up beside her,
stroking her sweat soaked hair and drying them both off with a towel
as he caught his breath.  A few minutes later she awoke. It took her
a little longer to recover her senses completely. She thanked Clark,
"for everything." They talked quietly for a time. Martha asked,
"So what will you do now?" Clark said he didn't know
what he would do after his ribs healed. "Hmmmm, I happen to be in the
market for a top-notch trainer and sparring partner...who might be able
to provide some...extra services...once in awhile.  Interested?"  Cedric
grinned, "Why...yes mom, I think I am."

THE END