My Mum's girlfriend:
By K Brown
Was my Mum really in a relationship with this mega strong woman, whose exploits amazed me?


It has been nearly three months since my Mum and Dad had separated. Their
marriage break up had apparently been my Mum's idea. Dad was distraught
though, with her just saying that she had fallen out of love with him and
needed to move on. He said that he had no inclination that there was anything
wrong with their relationship, except for the last three months or so where
she became slightly distant and changed her routines and comings and goings.
It is for this reason that he suspected that she had been having an affair,
which she vigorously denied. After their separation, Mum moved out of the
family home and rented something downsized. For the record, I am a 23 year old
girl and live with my boyfriend, about ten miles away from Mum

About five months before splitting with my Dad, Mum had responded to a local
magazine advert of a person advertising tree cutting work and heavy duty
gardening. She had claimed to Dad and I that it was actually a woman who had
answered her call and arranged to come and undertake cutting down five 70 feet
high conifers in their garden. In addition to this, Mum also used this woman
to do some gardening, building and roofing work. It was clear then that she
got on really well with this person, as Mum would often talk admirably to Dad
and I of this really hard working, incredibly strong and fit (her words) woman
that had been working in the garden. As Dad was always at work when this woman
was working he had said on several occasions that he could not believe that a
woman on her own could manage the heavy duty work that had been carried out at
our house and he commented from time to time that this woman must be a "raging
lesbian" on the account of her manly work and apparent strength. During the
time that this woman was working, Dad had decided to clean up and repaint our
105 KG wood-burning stove. In order to do this, it had to be removed from the
hearth to enable access for maintenance. As it was too heavy for him to move,
he had enlisted the assistance of a friend of his to help move it to the
garage. They had to stop and rest several times during the journey to the
garage as they said it weighed a ton and was cutting into their hands and they
needed to keep adjusting their grip. Dad had then carried out the maintenance
on the stove on the following day. As nobody was available to help him move it
back into situ, it had remained in the garage for over two weeks. One day, my
Dad returned home from work to find the stove back in the fireplace and asked
Mum how it had got there. Mum claimed that her lady tree surgeon had commented
on the empty hearth when she was in the living room drinking tea with Mum and
when put in the picture, had said that she could put it back and offered to do
it as a favour. Mum said that she carried it from the garage, through the
house and placed in in the hearth without any problem. Dad of course disputed
this, stating firmly that there is no way that a woman could have managed that
as he and his friend struggled between them. He became angry when Mum said how
easy she made it look, and pointed out frankly that she is a lot stronger than
both he and his friend. Dad began to actually question whether this tree
surgeon was actually a muscle bound man or men. Mum, clearly exasperated, said
"whatever".

As the work was completed, Mum and the tree surgeon had kept in touch with
one-another and became close friends. They would meet up outside of the house
and spent hours and hours talking on the telephone. It is not long after this
that she split up with my Dad. I did not really suspect anything at this stage
though as I believed my Mum that her friend was a woman and I just thought
that Mum saw her, who I learned to be called Sam, as a friend. I had met Sam
briefly on one occasion when she came to pick Mum up at her house. I thought
that she looked clearly very pretty but thought little else of it aside from
thinking it strange that a woman used a pick up truck for their personal use.
It was when I visited Mum's two bedroomed house one day that my fears and
suspicions began.

I had decided to take the bus to visit Mum at her house on this day and as
there was no reply at the front door I went round the back. Mum was doing some
pottering in the garden. She stopped what she was doing on seeing me and said
that she would take a break and made coffee for us. Once inside the house, I
could hear music coming from upstairs. intrigued, I asked Mum where this was
coming from. Mum hesitated and then said "it's coming from Sam's home gym". I
asked why Sam would have a gym at Mum's house, to which Mum informed me that
She had moved in two weeks ago to help with the rent. I thought it odd why Mum
had not told me about this before. I suddenly felt the need to discreetly ask
her a bit about Sam. She said that Sam is 35 years old (12 years younger than
Mum) and had been looking for somewhere cheaper to live as she had recently
split up with her boyfriend, coincidently about the same time that Mum and Dad
broke up. This was another indicator to me that there may be more to this is
someway. I enquired why somebody with such a physically demanding a job as Sam
would need to use a gym, which Mum answered by saying that she "loves
exercising and needs to be super strong for her job". As I had not been to
Mum's since the day after she moved in, I asked Mum if she could show me
around her house, which she did. She did not let me into the spare room
though, which was "Sam's room". I could hear the music more clearly now coming
from the spare room and the noise of cast iron clinking. Mum apologised and
said that "She must be doing her weight training". I asked Mum if Sam had room
for her bed in that smallish room with the gym equipment; which Mum assured me
to be the case. Given my curiosity however, I thought I would linger around
and had another coffee before Sam emerged from her exercise session. As Sam
entered the living room she looked so buff I could not believe it. She had
clearly done a very heavy workout and had worked up quite a sweat. Although of
a fundamentally slim build , her proportionately obviously large biceps
absolutely bulged like a snake that has just eaten a massive massive meal and
looked like they would burst through her skin at any moment; almost like an
overinflated balloon. She was wearing a sleeveless sports top and little
shorts, which revealed her also very muscular and toned thighs and calves,
which were like her arms, so lean, that a medical student could study muscular
anatomy using her as a model. I was absolutely gob smacked by her muscles and
thought that her physique was incredible. Sam apologised that she had not
showered and changed as she did not know that they had company. Mum formally
introduced us, with Sam shaking my hand and excusing herself that she needs to
take a shower. When Sam had left the room, with Mum smiling uncontrollably, I
made the excuse of using the toilet and sneaked into Sam's room. There was no
bed in there, just a couple of pieces of furniture, a work out mat, massive
kettle bells that I would not even dream of being able to lift and various
other weights and exercise equipment. My Dad and boyfriend both work out but
these weights were definitely much heavier than what they use. I was however
troubled by the lack of a bed and I know that Mum has always found muscles hot
on a man. Maybe she also admired them on a woman and couldn't resist Sam's
muscles? This raised my suspicions further about Mum and Sam. When I went back
into the living room I mentioned that I had poked my head around Sam's door
and there was no bed in there. Mum casually said that Sam is sleeping on the
sofa whilst she waits for a bed to be delivered. I observed that with all her
exercise equipment, there is no way a bed would fit in there. Mum said that
Sam will work something out. A short while later, Sam returned to the living
room after showering, wearing a fresh pair of shorts and t-shirt. She sat next
to Mum on the sofa. I couldn't help thinking that they just seemed so natural
together and the chemistry appeared obvious between them. I never saw Mum
smile at Dad like she did at Sam as she entered the room. I found this
overwhelming, made my excuses and said goodbye to them and left.

For the next three days Mum was all that I could think about. She had never
even hinted that she might be gay and as I went over and over what I had
noticed, I found myself almost giving them the benefit of the doubt. On the
one hand I thought, if Mum is in love with Sam then I should accept it and
support her. Maybe it was just a bi curious fling? On he other hand though, I
kept telling myself that my imagination must have been running away and that
they were indeed just good friends, sharing a house out of convenience.

When I next visited the following week, Sam's well used pick up truck was not
parked outside. Mum lead me through to the living room where we were alone and
stated that she was just about to go to the bank and asked if I wanted to
accompany her. I made the excuse that I needed to make a call on my mobile and
suggested that I could do this whilst I waited for her. When Mum had been gone
for a minute or so, curiosity lead me to have a proper look in Sam's
bedroom/gym. For some reason it felt almost eerie as I slowly entered her
room. There was still no bed, just what looked like even more exercise
equipment. In addition to what I recalled from the previous week, a large
punch bag was hanging from a bracket on a wall and what looked like a pull up
bar had also been put up. A large framed photograph of my Mum had had also
appeared on the wall, which I thought to be odd as this was Sam's bedroom or
exercise room. I could see no clothes or personal effects during the quick
look that I had. I then entered my Mum's bedroom and had a closer look. I
noticed my Mum's alarm clock on a bedside cabinet at one side of the double
bed and at the other side of the bed was another smaller picture of Mum on the
corresponding bedside cabinet. I noticed clothes that were clearly Sam's on
the chair by this other bedside cabinet, which consisted of small cut off
denim shorts and assorted gym wear. I opened the opposite bedroom cabinet to
my Mum's, which I suspected to be Sam's and saw what looked suspiciously to be
a strap on dildo. I felt a bit freaked out and closed the cabinet quickly. My
thoughts were that this dildo likely belonged to Sam as it was on her side of
the bed. I proceeded to check the chests of draws and observed what were
clearly two different women's clothes and underwear in separate draws, one
draw's belongings being recognised as my Mum's and in what looked like Sam's
draw, there were knickers but hardly any bras.

Given that I was not anticipating Mum to be back for another ten minutes at
the earliest, I was startled by the noise of the back door being opened. I
then heard Sam shout softly "I am home Linda" (Mum's name). I panicked as I
heard footsteps running up the stairs and move towards the bedroom. As a
nervous reaction, I got into the bed and pretended to be asleep, pulling the
duvet over my head as I slunk down low in the bed. I was on what was Mum's
side of the bed. I became aware that Sam had climbed into the bed with me. I
tensed up as she pulled me close to her beneath the covers. I was taken aback
by how strong she was as she actually lifted me effortlessly using her left
arm into her embrace, supporting most of my body weight as she did so. She had
also spontaneously wrapped her leg around my upper thighs. Her arms felt so
powerful, yet her touch was so very gentle. She said in a loving tone, "I have
wanted this all day Linda! She must have detected something was not right
though as she suddenly lifted me off of her and pulled the cover back. She
shot out of bed and stood up and stated "what are you doing here Katherine" as
she saw my face on the pillow for the first time. She stood before me dressed
in only her white knickers. Again I was absolutely mesmerized by her amazing
physique, although this time her boobs were bare. My eyes were literally on
stalks as I stared at her, again her figure was eminently striking, as was why
she did not need to wear a bra. Her breasts were 100 percent self supportive
and looked perfect! I did not answer her question to me as I was too memorized
and shocked, with Sam then saying "Sorry", and grabbed her shorts and top and
left the bedroom. I just lay frozen to the spot. I felt very ambivalent about
the whole thing as I was aware just how attractive and sexy I found Sam. I
found my mind contemplating how wonderful it would have been if she had
remained holding me in the bed. My other issue though was that I now had all
the proof I needed. Sam could not have thought that I was a man as she shouted
"Linda darling" when she came in and called me "Linda" in bed. To think of my
Mum and Sam together in this very bed made me feel increasingly weird. After
approximately ten minutes or so of my head spinning, I hastily got dressed and
creped out of the bedroom and locked myself in the bathroom as I heard
footsteps on the stairs. After a couple more minutes there was a knock on the
bathroom door. I remained silent. Sam then said, "Katherine, can I please talk
with you". I kept quiet. She then said, "Please, let me explain things to
you". Still I remained silent. She then added "You really deserve an
explanation, you have done nothing wrong", which prompted me to unlocked the
door. Sam came in and knelt in front of me as I sat on the toilet seat lid.
She looked at me and said "I am so sorry that you had to find out that way".
Sam's eyes locked onto mine and they were so soft, beautiful, blue and warm
that even given my embarrassment and fear, I did not look away from her gaze.
She went on, "Your Mum and I are in a relationship and she has been dreading
telling you. She is so worried how you will react and is embarrassed". I said
"okay, but why, I would understand". Sam smiled and said "thank you", we have
both been so worried about telling you". Sam added that she loves my Mum and
sees her as a soul mate". I mumbled "But Mum is not a lesbian". Sam smiled
warmly at me in response and said that they had both been blown away by their
feelings and had been unable to continue living the lives that they were in.
She apologised that Mum had left my Dad. I could now see why Mum had fallen
for Sam, she was so naturally pretty, beautiful, had silky soft skin all over
her body, a perfect face without a scrap of make up, the best boobs that I
have ever seen, a perfect body, with clearly feminine but large bulging
muscles. She seemed such a wonderful person too. I thought how lucky Mum was
and I wasn't even a lesbian! Sam apologised for how I found out and for
getting into bed with me by mistake. I smiled very nervously and said that it
was okay. Sam seemed to sense my acceptance and said, "lets go and see your
Mum". She took my by the hand and led me downstairs to the living room where
Mum was sat on the sofa. She looked at Sam who said "I have told her". Mum
started sobbing at this and grasped her hands over her eyes. Sam rushed
towards her and knelt in front of her (as she had done with me minutes before)
and held Mum's shoulders reassuringly and said "it will be okay angel". My Mum
embraced Sam so tightly and squeezed her lovingly. I smiled at Sam, who
returned it with a smile of relief.

I obviously told by boyfriend about Mum and Sam, who laughed at first but
stated that he is cool with it. I have never broached the matter with my Dad
though. He still harbours hopes of getting back together with my Mum. I now
know that that that is highly unlikely. It turns out that my Mum and Sam first
kissed when she was working at our old house and from then on they both knew
that their marriages were over and their sexuality was changed forever. Mum
admitted that she was first attracted to Sam for her muscles, saying that she
used to watch her in admiration as she climbed the conifers and used a hand
saw to cut through the branches and then the very thick main trunk. Mum is a
trained masseur and had offered to massage Sam's "over worked" muscles after a
hard days work. Sam used to really enjoy it as Mum stroked and soothed her
neck, upper back, biceps, triceps and thighs. Mum says that her attraction
soon deepened as she fell for Sam as a person. She says she has never known
chemistry like it in her life. Sam feels that same way about Mum.

The relationship between Sam and Mum admittedly seemed very loving, genuine
and right to me. It was not without it's hurdles though, such a subsequent
visit to their house demonstrated. On this occasion when I was spontaneously
visiting Mum and Sam, I again noticed that Sam's pick-up truck was not on the
drive. I was knocking at the door when I heard a voice behind me saying "Hi
Katherine". I turned around and was confronted with Sam beaming at me as she
deftly turned into the drive way on a bicycle. I returned the greeting as she
came up to a halt aside me. She was wearing a base ball cap (as she does at
work), with her slightly tangled mousy light brown hair ponytail protruding
through the gap at the back of the cap. I asked what she was doing on a bike,
with Sam saying that she had left her pick up at a garage in town for an MOT
and needed to collect it at 1800. I exclaimed that the town is 14 miles away!
As soon as I had said this my eyes were drawn to her thighs and rested on them
as I found them such impressive physical specimens. They looked clearly very
toned, quite large and powerful but shapely in a way that did not suggest even
a degree of fat, more of a slim person with over-developed leg muscles. Sam
must have realised that I was drooling over her quads as she played it down by
saying that cycling is "good for my legs", slapping her thigh as she so. I
said that it looked to be working. Sam smiled and said that she deliberately
chooses up hill routes to give her a workout. She then asked if i wanted to
come in and wait for my Mum whilst she began a quick work out as she has only
had half a days work today. I followed her round the back, noticing her calf
muscles bulge in and out in a lean athletic and very strong way as she
pedalled around the back of the house. Before she started her workout, we had
a glass of water whilst talking in the living room. Sam showed real interest
in my life and what I was doing, which I found warm and reassuring. She asked
if I wanted to keep her company as she worked out until my Mum gets back but
warned me that "I am probably not a pretty sight as I work out quite hard". I
followed her upstairs and felt a bit surreal as I was looking forward to see
Sam in action in the gym. She invited me to enter her gym and came in shortly
after after getting changed into gym clothes. I sat on the only chair in the
room as she put on a pair of punching gloves and gym shoes. She began shadow
boxing and kicking, before turning to face the punch bag and delivering a huge
powerful kick that made such a loud smacking impact sound that I actually
startled and gasped. She quickly moved towards me, placed her glove on my arm
reassuringly my and said sorry. She then proceeded to kick it with her right
foot in very quick rapid succession what would have been around head height.
There was a clear indentation left in the bag at the spot where she had made
contact. I thought that would almost kill somebody if she kicked them like
that! After a few minutes of kicking, she began punching the bag, Again, her
power was frankly frightening. Her repertoire of punches was also impressive,
as she jabbed, hooked, straight righted and upper cut the bag, which was
beaten into submission. She moved and punched with such fluidity, speed and
power that I was awe inspired. I thought that the impact of her strikes would
have knocked out a horse. The noise her punches and kicks made on the bag was
so loud that I was glad for the neighbours that Mum and Sam had a detached
house. She then began on the pull up bar, with me counting 100 perfect pull
ups in succession. As she did this, I watched her biceps and triceps bulge and
contract and noticed what looked like the full muscle group on show on her
back and shoulders as she worked out in her training vest. She then strapped
some wrights to her waist, which I asked her why she was doing this; with Sam
explaining that without my Mum there to cling onto her as she does her second
set of pull ups, she would substitute this for weights. I almost offered to
hold on to her as she did pull ups but bottled out. Again I was wowed though
as I noticed that the weights totalled 40 kg, with her doing 20 repetitions.
She stood with her arms on her hips and now looked mega amazing as her muscles
were looking like bulging steel potatoes. I couldn't help commenting how
strong she looked. Sam said that " I need to be for my work". She also giggled
and said, "also, your Mum likes it". My face flushed a little and I actually
resisted the temptation which had to ask to feel her biceps. At this moment,
the gym door opened and Mum entered, smiled and said, "Here you are gorgeous,
typical". She then smiled some more as she saw me. Mum and I then went
downstairs and left Sam doing relentless press-ups.

Mum asked how I was getting on with Sam and was very pleased when I told her
that I really liked her. We were drinking tea and talking when a insistent
knock was heard on the front door. Mum looked at me intriguingly before
answering it. I was suddenly aware of Mum yelling "What do you think you are
doing". and a tall large man wearing a black t- shirt burst into the living
room, followed by my Mum. The man turned and stated menacingly to Mum, "So,
you are the bitch who stole my girlfriend". Mum replied rather timidly "You
must be Darren". Darren (evidently Sam's ex) retorted, "Yes, and you must be
Linda". Mum said even more timidly, "how did you know where I live". Darren
smiled again in a menacing way and stated that a mate had told him where she
worked and he had followed her home from there. Mum told him that he can't
just barge in like this, with Darren stating that he can and then he shouted
aggressively that nobody gets away with stealing his woman! He raised his fist
and Mum cowered against the wall. I shouted at him not to hurt her. The man
shoved me hard and I landed on the sofa. He then grabbed My Mum's throat and
called her a "Dyke bitch". Mum whimpered and gasped for breath. She seemed to
be trying to shout out "Sam" but his throttle suppressed this. Darren looked
like a larger male version of Sam in that he lead an active lifestyle. I was
shivering with fright but was mightily relieved to see Sam rushing into the
room as I thought this would delay things. Before Darren could react Sam had
grabbed the back of his neck with her left hand. Darren let out a very
pronounced shriek of pain and he spontaneously involuntarily let go of my Mum.
Sam then got his right arm in an arm lock whilst still squeezing his neck with
her left hand. She twisted Darren's arm to the degree that he let out another
even louder scream and shriek. She then pushed him face first into the wall
and restrained him in that position by maintaining the arm lock and strong
grip on the back of his neck. Sam asked my Mum whether he had hurt us. We both
covered a bit in fear. I could not help thinking how powerful Sam looked
easily tackling this man who was much taller and heavier than her. Although
his arms looked very big and strong, clearly larger than Sam's, her muscles
were much more clearly defined on her arms, with her biceps and triceps
bulging and rippling, putting Darren's in the shade. She actually both looked
stronger than him in appearance and fact. She again asked Mum is she was
aright, with Mum replying that he had hurt her neck. Sam asked me to look
after my Mum and marched Darren out of the house, through he hall way and out
of the front door whilst still in the arm lock and neck hold. He was groaning
away. Mum and I approached the front window and actually saw Sam shove him
really powerfully off of the garden so as he landed heavily onto the street.
She stood at the threshold of the garden arms akimbo glaring at him as he
scrambled to his feet. Darren brushed himself down and screamed at Sam that
you two are "Dyke bitches!". Sam stared him down and invited him to say it
again. Darren seemed hesitant to do so. Sam repeated, "I dare you to say that
again". She had moved a few steps towards Darren, who flinched and actually
looked frightened, turned and jogged up the street and round the corner out of
sight. Sam returned to the house, cuddled Mum and checked her neck. Mum said
it will be fine. She apologised for her abusive ex boyfriend. We spoke for a
while about what had just happened with Sam reassuring us that Darren would
not return as he knows that she is too strong for him. She even suggested that
if her pick up truck had been there, he would not have dared to knock on the
door. Mum held Sam's left hand with her right and stroked her left tricep and
bicep repeatedly with her left hand and said "I always feel safe with you
around". Sam smiled at her and said that she would always be there for both of
us. My heart melted at this and I too felt some reassurance knowing that I had
Sam behind me. As Mum continued to stroke Sam's upper arm, I thought how small
and fragile Mum's hands looked in comparison to Sam's big, strong, ripped and
bulging tricep and bicep. Sam then said that she would drive Mum to work and
pick her up for a few weeks.

My mood of reassurance quickly changed though when I noticed Darren walking
back towards the house brandishing what looked like a piece of metal. I
pointed this out to Sam who told Mum and I to lock the door behind her. Sam
ignored Mum's pleas for her not to go out there, gave Mum a peck on the lips
and exited the house to confront Darren and prevent him getting inside. As Sam
stepped out of the house, Darren's brisk pace radically slowed up. He did keep
on advancing though, albeit perhaps tentatively. Sam just stood in the middle
of the front lawn glaring at Darren. He lifted the metal bar above his head to
intimidate Sam. We could hear Sam say "Put the crowbar down Darren". Darren
struck the pavement with the bar in an intimidating way and stepped onto the
lawn. He said that he was going to smash her head in and then her Dyke bitch
lover. Sam said "if you try anything, we are going to tangle". He seemed to
pause but then came forward. Sam seemed to feint towards him in some sort of
combat or fighting mode. She looked so amazing and brave. Darren swung the
crowbar at Sam who stepped back out of the way.As Darren realised he had
missed her he jumped back in fear that Sam may counter attack him. He was a
strapping man but he clearly knew how strong Sam was and demonstratively
respected this. He made two more lashes at Sam but she evaded both. His next
strike was delivered with a loud grunt and consisted of him whacking with the
crowbar in a over hand fashion. Sam was one step ahead though and intercepted
the crow bar with her right hand. There was a loud thud as it landed but Sam
seemed to buffer some of its energy and kept hold of the bar. Darren used both
hands to try and wrestle it back, but Sam just held it firm with one hand. As
Darren strained to get it off her, Sam grabbed it with both hands and
powerfully pulled at the bar, forcing Darren towards her at speed. As her
strength forced him to to fly towards her on lost footing, Sam leaned back and
put her right leg out to intercept his stomach with the sole of her foot. She
was still pulling the bar as she flipped Darren over her head with with her
leg reaching a laying position. He was propelled by her foot into the air and
the trajectory forced him to somersault and land very hard on his back. He had
still perhaps involuntarily held onto the bar throughout and Sam let it go as
he began flying through the air. She quickly spun round and took up a
defensive stance, kneeling on the floor as Darren regained his senses. Darren
was now breathing heavily and again said "You're dead now dyke". Mum gasped in
anguish and Darren lunged at Sam with the crowbar. Sam again caught it with
her hand though and again was too strong for Darren to wrestle it back off.
Whilst she held the other end of the crowbar she asked him to drop it. Darren
did not reply but continued grunting in effort to get it off Sam. Sam then
delivered a type of sweep kick to Darren's legs, with her right leg, which
looked to me to be from a marshal arts discipline,. Darren crumpled to the
floor when Sam's shin powerfully swept his legs from under him. As he lay
withering on the floor, Sam threw the crow bar away. She then approached
Darren and grabbed his hands with her's, appearing to squeeze and twist his
wrist, hands and fingers as his pain clearly increased by his shrieks. She
then sat on him and closed her inner things/knees around his face. He could be
heard groaning in pain and saying "get off me". Sam said directly to Darren
that if he tries anything like this again she will beat him up and then pin
him down until the police arrive. She must have squeezed his hand even more or
increased the pressure on his face with her thighs as he screamed in a high
pitched call of distress. Sam then told him sternly that if she even sees him
on this street again or if he goes near Linda again then she will make a point
of humiliating him and beating him up at his local pub or rugby club. I didn't
hear Darren's reply but Sam then got off of him and grabbed the scruff of his
neck and pulled him from the floor so that he dangled from her arms like a
swing on a bracket. Darren's legs were limp on the ground as his body weight
was supported by Sam. I couldn't help noticing that Sam's biceps bulged even
more than when she had worked out as her hands took the best part of Darren's
sixteen stone weight. She then proceeded to lift him onto her shoulders and
carried him off the garden and some way up the street. Darren was beaten at
this point and beyond struggling. He looked limp on Sam's back as she marched
up the street. I asked Mum what she was doing but she was just as perplexed as
I was. We then watched as Sam turned around and started walking back in our
direction. I said "she is coming back". We watched as Sam carried Darren back
to the house, almost like Mum or I would manage a seven year old. As she got
as far as the lawn she was carrying him on her shoulders with one arm free,
which she used to knock on the door. Mum unlocked it and retreated back to the
living room. Sam then came in and put Darren on the floor on his back. She
again sat on his body whilst restraining his hands. Being up close like this
made Darren's heavy breathing very noticeable. Once she was sure that he was
completely restrained by her legs and arms, Sam asked Darren to apologise to
Mum. Darren just grunted. At this, Sam asked Mum and I too go to the kitchen
so she could talk to Darren. His eyes looked frightened as I glanced at him on
my way out. Mum and me stood in the kitchen with the door ajar and we listened
intently. Sam began saying to Darren "I did not realise that you were
stupid?". Darren remained silent of words. . Getting no reply, She then said,
I know that you know that I am too strong for you". I could see Darren finally
nod. Sam went on "You know that I can lift more weight than you, are faster
than you, fitter than you and in the gym, punch harder than you". Darren again
nodded in acknowledgement. Sam then went on, "why are you so stupid as to pick
a fight with me then". She actually released his hands but remained clamping
his body with her legs. He answered for the first time "I was so mad with
rage". Sam said "I understand you being mad but you cannot threaten to
pulverise people with a crow bar. Sam said anybody who harms Linda will have
her to deal with. He said that he was sorry. Sam said, "look Darren, it is not
your fault that we broke up, I could never truly be happy with a man. I need a
woman. As good as you were, or any man is, you cannot compete with those
feelings. Since I have been with Linda my world come alive. I know what true
love and satisfaction are now. That is is not due to you but who I am. Darren
nodded to each of these statements and again said sorry. Sam called Mum into
the room. Mum stood looking at Darren who was under Sam's restraint and Darren
volunteered at this stage "I am truly sorry for what I did, I was so mad and
lost the plot. I am not like that". Mum said that "thank you" and intimated
that hopeful we can move on now. Darren gave his assurances that he will not
cause any more trouble. As Sam escorted Darren to the door we heard her state
to Darren, remember, if there is any more trouble, I will be round to tangle
with you in front of your mates and stated that is a promise. Darren again
repeated that he will not do anything else.

When Sam returned to the room, Mum rushed up to her and they hugged. Still
hugging tightly Sam lifted Mum off the floor and set her down on her knee. Sam
then addressed us both and repeated what she had said earlier, that if ever we
were in any trouble, she would be there to deal with it. Mum repositioned her
face and kissed her on the lips lovingly as she sat on her lap. I told Sam
thank you and for the first time actually said to her that I thought she was
so amazing and that I was do glad that she was Mum's girlfriend. Sam gently
lifted Mum onto the other side of the sofa, got up and hugged me. I in turn
hugged her. She felt so rock hard yet the smoothness and texture of her skin
made her feel so sexy soft at the same time. I again thought how lucky my Mum
was. After fifteen or so minutes, I thought it right to leave Mum and Sam
alone. I considered that they deserved some well earned time alone after an
eventfully day. I left Mum sat on Sam's lap and in her strong arms and began
leaving. Sam insisted on driving me home though. She said that she would take
Mum out for a meal on the way home. As she had been working out, she said that
she would shower. Mum showered first whilst I talked with Sam. When Mum
returned, she requested that Sam wear the dress she had brought her. After no
more than 15 minutes after leaving the room, Sam came down and walked in
wearing her new dress. Mum immediately wolf whistled at Sam. The dress was a
very figure hugging blue dress, which came up to just above her mid-thigh and
had very delicate shoulder straps. She looked absolutely amazing. So much so
that I blurted out "triple wow". When they had dropped me off at home, I
watched as Sam drove off with Mum beside her in her pick up truck. I could
tell that Mum was on cloud nine with Sam's exploits! Truth be told, so was I.