Mothers Battle - Part 4 By Kyoko Mariko and Aki begin to wrestle The unthinkable has just happened. My mother Mariko has just lost to Aki at arm wrestling, with both arms, despite Aki being smaller. The first round Aki cheated, and the second round she stacked the odds cunningly in her favour. Still, as Kiyomi's camera records, the fact remains: my mother's arms lost. She is now down by 2 points, when we had expected to be up by the same. This next round is wrestling. If Mother loses, Aki will have made a clean sweep of her, with 3 points to zero. In order to win now, my mother will have to win all 3 remaining wrestling matches. It will be an amazingly difficult task. Kiyomi now comes up to me, and says with a slight look of concern, "I'm sorry for what has happened. Yuko's mother is really strong, I've seen the feats of strength she can do before. I think your mother might not be able to defeat her at wrestling. If it's any help, I'll not record the part when Yuko is taking her prize." She means, of course, my sexual humiliation at Yuko's hands. It is a kind offer, and she means well, but I do not accept her prediction about the wrestling. I look her in the eye, and state, "My mother is the better woman. She will win! Thank you for your offer. But I will not need this favor from you!" Kiyomi shrugs. "You certainly love your mother very much," she remarks before walking away to confer with Yuko. She is absolutely right! Mother and I embrace tightly. "I have let you down twice, Kyoko," she whispers into my hair. "If I let you down again, will you forgive me?" "Don't think that way, Mother," I whisper fiercely, drawing back to look her in the face. "You must believe in yourself! I, your daughter, believe in you! Come on, Mother - show me your strength!" Mother's jaw firms with resolve. She performs a double-bicep flex. Her magnificent oiled body practically vibrates with power. I knead her rock-hard arms fiercely until I can resist no more, and press my lips on hers passionately, squeezing her hard muscles. "Your love gives me strength," she tells me, with her lips rubbing against mine. I moan and nod, pressing myself against every inch of her that I can. When we finally break away, I find that Aki and Yuko have been doing the same, and are also breaking their embrace. The four of us walk to the center of the room to face each other. "Before we begin, let's have a small posing contest!" Yuko announces, her eyes bright with anticipation. "Come on, Mother, show them your superior muscles!" Smiling indulgently at her daughter, Aki gets down on one knee and flexes her arms. Kiyomi moves to the front to catch the angle. Mother copies the pose, with their bodies at right angles to each other. As they look each other's bodies up and down appraisingly, Mother starts looking more confident. Her muscles are bigger and more beautiful than Aki's in every department, in my opinion. I look on proudly at my mother. Taking her left hand at the wrist, I raise it up to declare her the obvious winner. But Yuko seems just as proud of her mother, and just as sure that her mother wins this posing contest. She raises Aki's right arm with an aura of smugness. Aki smirks. "One way to settle this," she says. She turns her left palm towards Mother, and opens her fingers invitingly, keeping the arm muscles flexed. She's challenging Mother to start with a test of strength. Before the arm wrestling matches Mother has just lost, I would have thought such an action from her silly and overconfident. Now. to be honest, I am not so sure. Mother seems to have gotten her confidence back. She turns her right palm out in the same way, and locks fingers with Aki, thus accepting the challenge. Yuko and I step back as our mothers rise to their feet. Mariko thrusts her left hand out, radiating an aura of confidence I find exciting. Unhesitatingly Aki responds, slapping her free hand against Mother's. They are now locked in position for a test of strength! Their arm wrestling had mainly been about arm strength, rather than using leverage to deploy the whole body's strength. Now this test of strength is about using the whole body. My mother has a good chance of winning, after all - her core muscles are incredibly strong, you can see how ripped her abs and obliques are, and her lower back is like a strong tree trunk. Her legs bulge with power, and her shoulders and chest are wider. She ought to be able to win! "Ok," Yuko says, as our mothers brace themselves to begin. "This next match is a wrestling match, for submissions. The winner is the woman who can make her opponent tap out, voice her submission with the words 'I give up' or 'I submit', or fall unconscious. The score right now. is, Aki 2, Mariko 0. If Aki wins this round, she has won the entire contest. Wrestlers, are you ready?" Both our mothers give a curt nod of their heads, not taking their eyes off each other. The hatred that has grown between them is very intense now. There will be no mercy in this match. "Alright, then. begin!" Immediately their bodies spring into action! The muscles everywhere on both their bodies tauten even more, standing out starkly. They raise their arms high overhead, struggling with each other in the ultimate test of strength and dominance. "Go, Mother, go!" I cheer. "Push her down! Show her your superior strength!" They continue struggling chest to chest, matched evenly. Both are grunting and breathing heavily. Aki starts to taunt my mother again, about her "superior arm strength" as proven by the arm wrestling matches. Mother's body begins trembling as she pushes forward even harder. Their arms must be tired, especially Mother's left arm. I can see the veins stand out on their arms. But slowly, Aki is being pushed back. Her torso is being bent backwards by the force of my mother's strength, even though her arms are holding against her for now. "Yes." my mother whispers, allowing herself a small smile. It is a hard contest, but slowly she is winning, like I knew she would. But Aki begins pushing back harder. "You will need to do better than this to win, you big puffed-up weakling," she snarls breathlessly. She stops my mother's progress. Their bodies shake against each other as each puts forth every ounce of strength they have. "Unngh!" Mother suddenly surges forward. Aki falls down backwards! Wait. what's this? Aki has wrapped her legs around my mother's midsection! And my mother has lost her balance due to Aki's sudden fall backwards, and now they are both writhing around on the ground, with Aki's powerful-looking legs snaked around Mother's waist. Aki must have done that deliberately. She knew she couldn't beat my mother in a straight test of strength, so she's resorted to this low trick. But Mother is strong. She braces her legs, and gets back up to her knees. In a moment she'll be able to get to her feet, and then she'll have the advantage standing over Aki. Aki is fast and skilful though. It must be her martial arts training. Before Mother can get her feet firmly placed Aki twists sideways, bringing Mother facedown onto the mat with a twist of her rippling abdomen and legs. Quickly, while Mother is still trying to get up again, Aki grabs her vulnerable left arm and locks it straight out in a bar, applying pressure to the shoulder, elbow and wrist all at once. Her legs meanwhile are locked tight around Mother's waist, ankles locked together, and now the knees are digging into Mother's abdomen and lower back. Mother cries out in pain from this hold. Yuko claps in approval. "Good one, Mother!" she cries. Aki smiles at Yuko. She takes a deep breath, and her abdomen ripples. Her legs bulge and tremble with power. Mother resists with all the strength she can muster, but her steely abdomen and lower back are being punished relentlessly, slowly being grounded by Aki's leg strength. "Fight on, Mother! You can do it!" I urge. Inwardly I am very worried. Aki has considerable skill in wrestling, coupled with considerable strength - oh I wish that weren't true. But I have to admit it. She is very strong. Perhaps. perhaps even stronger than Mother. I mustn't think about that now. Mother is fighting back! She is using her strong right arm to push her upper torso up, while trying to brace her feet. But Aki cruelly jerks on the trapped left arm and Mother cries out in pain, her effort stopped. Then Aki's leg muscles bulge and ripple as she flexes them, constricting my mother's waist in pulses, squeezing the thick sturdy core muscles there for all she's worth. Groaning, my mother reaches down with her right arm to try and loosen Aki's legs, but to no avail. Hr face is beginning to turn red, from the pain and from the difficulty breathing. Her tired left arm is being tortured, and is losing strength fast. She has to get loose soon, and recover the initiative. "Get out first, Mother, stand up!" I say, kneeling down near her. "Your body is slippery from the oil and sweat, use it to escape!" Mother redoubles her efforts to push herself upright, and begins to wriggle side to side. Sure enough, her skin is slick, and though Aki's scissor hold is strong, she cannot stop the effect of lubrication. But again she shows her wrestling skills. She releases the painful arm bar and the scissor hold, steps over Mother's body, grabs her right arm, and brings it under control. Before my dismayed eyes, she quickly swings her left leg over Mother's head, pulling Mother's right arm straight up at the same time. She then lets herself fall backwards again, this time making Mother roll over onto her back, her right arm trapped in the perfect cross-body jujigatame arm lock. "No!" I cry out involuntarily. Aki and Yuko both laugh in glee as Mother realizes her predicament. Applied by a skilful practitioner, this hold is extremely deadly and near-impossible to escape. The victim's arm is almost completely under the control of the one applying the hold, who can even break it if she wishes, and knows how to. And judging by how badly we've underestimated both Yuko and Aki tonight, I would not dare to hope that Aki is an inexpert grappler. Tears are coming out my eyes. My mother and I have been utterly crushed. She lacks the expertise to deal with this hold. But Mother has different ideas. Screwing her eyes shut against the pain, and trying to budge Aki's feet with her sore left arm, her body trembles. Before our eyes, before the cameras, her right arm moves upwards! She is fighting the arm lock with the muscle power of her right arm! Even Aki and Yuko look amazed. Hope resurges in my breast. I step forward eagerly, hoping to see how I can help my mother escape this hold, if she's strong enough to actually break out of it. Aki is using both her hands to try and pull Mother's arm back down, but amazingly, with her bicep and her pectoral muscles, she is keeping it up, above the level at which the hold can cause her pain. Can Mother break out of this hold with sheer muscle power.?