Wrestling Michelle's mom




Spending Spring Break with my girlfriend's family at the beach seemed like a
great idea. First of all, I'd get to see Michelle, my girlfriend, in a bikini
all week. Second, her family would be paying for everything: food, hotel,
transportation.

The first several days were awesome. Michelle and I spent most of our time by
ourselves, heading down the beach or driving out to restaurants and parties in
town. We had plenty of privacy, and we took advantage of it. Early in the
mornings her mom Vicky made us breakfast, and she seemed to enjoy making me
snacks, too, it seemed Vicky liked me fairly well.

So everything was great until Thursday afternoon. I had done a first lesson of
surfing and Michelle had stayed at home to sunbath with her mother.

A brief description: Vicky is about fifty years old, and she's fairly
attractive for her age. She's got really long legs, though her upper thighs
and butt have certainly begun to show some middle-age spread, and I suppose
they've got their fair amount of cellulite. Like her daughter she had firm
breasts, but unlike her daughter she had developed a gut. She was wearing an
interesting blue one-piece suit that was cut very high on the sides, showing
all of her thigh and even some of her waist and lower rib cage. The suit was
not very supportive, so her firm breasts were sagging somewhat, as you might
expect of a woman her age.

The surfing instructor had been ill so without any options I returned back to
the house.

Wearing only my swim trunks and sandals.

As I came by the house I heard strange noises and sound of a struggle.

"Ready to give up honey?" I heard Vicky ask with a playful, teasing voice.

"Ghhhhh, no way." I heard Michelle say on a defiant tone.

As I looked around the corner I blinked with my eyes as I was not sure what I
was looking at.

Michelle was pinned on her back in the sand while Vicky was straddling her
chest.

Michelle was struggling and squirming frantically, however Vicky seized her
wrists and pinned them above her head.

Vicky entwined her legs with Michelle's, hooking her ankles around her calves.

Spreading Michelle's legs wide she now had complete control over all four of
her limbs.

Michelle was helpless as her twenty-five year old body was pinned underneath
that of her fifty year old mother.

"You lost to your old mother again. Now say that you give." Vicky chuckled as
her face was just inches removed from her daughter's.

Michelle's face contorted in pain as the grapevine hold put strain on her hips
and knees.

"I give up." Michelle let out.

Vicky smiled and got off her.

As she helped Michelle up they noticed me standing there.

I saw a look of embarrassment as Michelle realized I had seen her defeat.

I could not believe what had just happened. Michelle was a former cheerleader
and gymnast.

Her body was toned and athletic. I could not believe that her fifty year old
mother had managed to outwrestle her.

"Hi Mark, Michelle thought that now she is a grown woman she could defeat her
old mother. However it seems I am still the wrestling champion of this house."
Vicky smiled playfully at her daughter.

Michelle raised her shoulders like she did not care.

"She just got lucky." She said while she tried to sound nonchalant. However I
could clearly see that she was embarrassed.

Vicky smiled at me and then grinned towards Michelle.

"I beat you three out of three times honey."

Michelle simply looked at the sand in shame.

"I cannot believe you let your mother beat you." I blurted out without
thinking. Perhaps it was the loudness with which I made that statement. Maybe
it was the contempt in my voice when I said the word "mother."

Or perhaps Vicky had become a bit overconfident after defeating her daughter.

"Better watch yourself young man. When I grew up I used to outwrestle her
uncle's as well." Vicky smiled teasingly while poking her finger in my chest.

"Oh dear, better not find out then." I said as I returned her laugh.

"Get real mom. Mark is an athletic male. No way you can take him. Just that
you beat me, does not mean you can take out everyone." Michelle reacted a bit
agitated as she did not liked that we were joking about her.

"I used to beat up your uncles, you know," Vicky said, giggling.

"Sure, forty years ago when they were like eight years old."

"We still wrestled around when we were teenagers," Vicky said. "I know some
moves."

"Yeah, whatever," said Michelle. "I guarantee you couldn't make a move on
Mark. He trained wrestling in high school and he's way too strong."

Vicky looked at me and smiled, almost apologetically. "Are you game, sweetie?"
she asked me.

It was an awkward spot, and I did not want to wrestle around with a fifty year
old in swimwear. "Perhaps we should just forget about it, shall I get
something to drink for you two?" I opted carefully.

Vicky gave me a warm smile but Michelle was not satisfied with this situation.

"No way, first I want you and mom to wrestle. Best out of 3, just like we
did." Michelle replied.

I knew Michelle. She could be quite stubborn. If she wanted something it could
be hard to talk her out of it.

Vicky still smiled but looked at me differently now. Her eyes ran over my
athletic body like she was seizing me up.

"Why not, I do enjoy a challenge."

At this point I could not back down anymore.

"Sure." I said as I removed my sandals and positioned myself on the sand,
wearing only my swim trunks.

This would be quite easy but I had to be aware that I would not accidently
hurt Vicky.

I would just gently pin her for the win and then me and Michelle could spend
some time together in the bedroom.

Vicky had a concentrated look on her face as she moved towards me.

We locked up and I was surprised by her strength as she tried to move me
around.

I gently tried to bring her to the ground however as I did she sprung into
action.

Using my hesitation against me she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled
me off balance.

Surprised I fell backwards and landed on my side in the sand with Vicky all
over me.

For a moment I was caught by surprise, but then my wrestling training kicked
in.

Immediately I started bringing my knees up underneath my chest. My body rose
off the ground and Vicky squealed in surprise, not expecting that, and
struggled to stay on my back.

"Come on Mark, get her" Michelle said. "See, Mom, you can't beat my
boyfriend."

I managed to push my chest further off the ground with both arms. I was now on
my knees and about to push into a standing position.

However, Vicky's grasp was surprisingly strong on my right wrist. In an
explosive and sudden motion, she wrenched my arm high up behind my back. Now I
was the one who squealed.

"You okay honey?" she asked with a worried but also slightly teasing voice.

I grunted in reply. Vicky kept the pressure on my trapped arm and used her
other hand to squeeze the back of my neck painfully. Her fingers were long and
strong for a woman, and she dug her nails into the base of my neck, apparently
trying to find a pressure point. I was momentarily paralyzed, trying to gauge
my next move while fighting the pain in my shoulder, elbow, and neck. Vicky
took advantage by wrapping her foot in front of my thigh and pushing me
forward. I landed face-first in the sand with a thud.

"Ooooppphhhhh!" I groaned as Vicky bounced onto my lower back and knocked the
wind out of me. She still held my right arm in the hammerlock, and now she had
all her weight and leverage behind it. I moaned involuntarily. She slided her
feet back and braced them against my thighs, keeping me from trying to pull my
legs underneath me, forcing me to stay flat on the sand. With her free hand
she began to push my face flat in the sand. I rolled my head to the side, so
Vicky ended up pressing her palm into my jaw and cheekbone, using her weight
to force the other side of my face humiliatingly into the sand.

"Give up?" Vicky asked.

Instead of answering I struggled with renewed vigor. I kicked my legs, bucked
my hips, arched my back, all without success. When I tried to push against the
sand with my free hand Vicky seized my wrist and, after a brief battle,
twisted that arm into a hammerlock as well. She now held both my arms captive.
I squirmed and kicked but all to no avail.

"Oh! My! God!" yelled Michelle yelled in complete disbelief. "Are you trying?
Are you trying? Did you just let my mother beat you up? Oh my God! My mom just
defeated my boyfriend!"

"She didn't defeat me!" I growled.

"Then why can't you get away, sweetie?" Vicky giggled. "Say you give up and
I'll let you go." She gave both my arms an extra yank and I squealed in spite
of myself. "Say it!" Vicky commanded.

I was silent.

Michelle kneeled down on the sand in front of me. Her mouth was inches from my
eyes. "Are you really trapped? Is she hurting you?"

The look on Michelle's face was one of contempt mixed with anger and concern.

"Say you give up, honey," Vicky said again.

When I didn't answer, Michelle snorted and stood up and walked over to the
beach towel. "I don't believe this," she said.

"Well, whether or not you give up, I think I win," said Vicky. She released my
wrists and rose off me, giving me a playful kick in the rear end as she went
back to her towel.

"That was fun!"

I rolled to my back and massaged my elbows and shoulders. They were sore and a
little numb.

"Are you ok?" asked Vicky. "Did I hurt you?"

"I'm fine," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"I can't believe my mom just defeated my boyfriend."

"You just got lucky, Mrs. Johnson. And I wasn't trying. I don't want to hurt
you."

"Wimp," she said, slowly and mockingly.

"She just got lucky," I insisted. "And I wasn't really trying to escape. I
didn't want to hurt her."

"Your uncles always made up excuses as well. Boys can never admit when they
lose," said Vicky, giggling. She took a long sip from her drink.

"I didn't lost," I said.

Michelle looked suspicious at me

"It looked like you lost! You were flopping helpless underneath her,
squealing."

"Best out of three?" Vicky asked, smiling. "You can prove that you can do
better in the next round."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Are you afraid?" Michelle demanded.

"Ok, ok," I said and stood up. Vicky had a smile on her face as she stood in
front of me. I realized that somehow I had held back and had not really tried
to beat her. This time I would take her down and show Michelle that she was
right in saying her mom could not beat me.

Me and Vicky circled each other. I was a bit hesitant as I had not expected
her to be this strong.

"What are you waiting for?" Michelle urged. "Get her!"

I lunged forward, intending to use a double-leg takedown on Vicky. As I swept
in, I happened to notice Vicky's toenails were painted a bright purple. I
easily grabbed both her legs and pulled up, sending her backward, according to
plan.

However, not everything went according to plan. As she fell back, Vicky
wrapped her legs around my waist and began squeezing immediately. Worse, she
wrapped her right arm around my head-actually, my neck-securing a sort of
reverse headlock. Even though I was on top of her, she held me securely with
her legs and was squeezing my face into the side of her fleshy breast and
choking me (perhaps inadvertently) with her forearm.

I could vaguely hear Vicky laughing and Michelle yelling at me to do
something. Meanwhile the pain in my throat grew where her forearm was pressing
against my Adam's Apple, and I was gasping for air.

I tried to grasp Vicky's arms and pin them down to the floor, but with my head
trapped I couldn't see and was flailing around blindly. I changed strategies
and tried to retreat by backing out of the headlock and body scissors. With
all my strength I pushed against the floor with my arms and feet. Finally my
head popped free and I gasped for breath. Vicky still had me imprisoned by her
legs, though. Now that I was able to see, I could find her wrists and even
though she tried to elude my grasp, I grasped her wrists and tried to force
her arms to the floor by her head. It was a struggle, though. Her biceps
knotted and bulged as she fought against me. After several minutes, I had her
arms pinned.

"Give up?" I asked, my voice labored from the exertion.

Vicky laughed. "Why should I give up?" She gave her legs a sudden jolt and I
grunted. "You might want to consider giving up, sweetie, before I break one of
your ribs."

Apparently during this talking, I lowered my defenses. Suddenly Vicky whipped
her legs to the side and rolled us over, so that now she was straddling me.
Somewhere in the chaos she had escaped my grasp and before I realized it,
Vicky had seized both my wrists and slammed them to the sand above my head.

"Oh my God!" yelled Michelle. "She's pinning you!"

I tried to force one wrist, and then the other, off the floor, but Vicky was
amazingly strong, plus she was able to use her ample weight to keep my arms
stretched out. I then planted my feet on the sand and tried to bridge upward
and unseat the woman who was riding me, but could only raise my torso a foot
or so off the sand before she slammed me back down. I was staring up into
Vicky's big boobs, swaying inside her bathing suit, and saw her smile of
determination.

"Don't let her pin you!" Sarah yelled. "Get her off!"

I tried everything I could think of, but couldn't dislodge Vicky. I kicked and
bucked frantically but succeeded only in wearing myself out even more. After
several minutes I was so exhausted that I was barely fighting anymore.

"Here's something else I used to do to your uncles, Sarah," giggled Vicky. I
couldn't resist as she moved first one arm, then the other, down to my side
and straddled each of of them in turn, so that she was able to use her meaty
thighs to keep my arms pinned flat against my body. Again I tried to kick and
buck, but I couldn't escape. With just her legs, Vicky was keeping me pinned
flat to the sand. She raised both her arms and flexed her biceps in a victory
pose. Her triceps shone as well. "Like my Yoga muscles?" she taunted me.

"Can you really not get up?" Michelle asked. Again she knelt over me and
looked straight down. "Are you really trying?"

I didn't answer, just kicked and bridged and bucked and squirmed, all in vain.
I was completely helpless.

"Let me up," I said finally.

"Say you give up and I will," replied Vicky.

I was silent.

"Oh good lord," snapped Michelle. "Just give up! She's beat you! Don't be such
a baby. Admit it and she'll let you up."

"Do you give up?" Vicky asked again.

"No," I muttered.

"Your uncles were stubborn, too," said Vicky. "But I always made them give up
in the end. Watch this!"

She leaned forward, so that her face was directly over mine. I couldn't help
but notice her huge, sweaty breasts in the bathing suit inches above my eyes.
Vicky reached down with one hand and covered my mouth completely, her sweaty
palm sealing my lips. I tried to turn my head away but she held me more
tightly than I would have imagined. Then her other hand snaked in and she
pinched my nose shut with her thumb and forefinger. I felt her painted
fingernails digging into my flesh.

"Do you want to give up now?" Vicky asked mockingly sweet. "Do you like
breathing?"

"Mom!" yelled Michelle, but now there was a trace of laughter in her voice.
"Oh wow, look how big his eyes are getting! He's really scared!"

And I was scared. I had never been so helpless in my life. I was completely
immobile, and the realization that Vicky literally held my life in her two
feminine hands was leading me to panic. Even my adrenaline-filled panic didn't
give me the strength to wriggle free.

"Blink twice if you give up," Vicky said.

I blinked twice, then twice again.

"Oh dear," laughed Vicky. "Was that twice? It looked like four times. Maybe he
doesn't give up."

I blinked twice again. This time tears began to run down my face. I honestly
thought I was about to die.

Just when it seemed I was losing consciousness, Vicky released my nose and
mouth. I sucked in air frantically. My eyes were wet and blurry.

"Would you hand me my drink, honey?" Vicky asked. She remained planted firmly
on my torso, my arms still trapped by her powerful thighs.

Michelle handed her the drink. Vicky took a long slurp through the straw as
she looked down at me. I noticed the lipstick stains on the end of the straw
as she rested her drink on my chest.

"That was pathetic," Michelle said, looking down at me.

"I must say you put up a better fight then he did," said Vicky.

"Never thought you would be able to beat him. He always is in such a great
shape."

"Admit that I won and I'll let you up," said Vicky. "Say, 'Vicky wins.' "

"Just let me up," I said ashamed while blinking through the tears.

"Oh good god, just say it!" snapped Sarah. "Stop being such a baby! Do you
want her to smother you again?"

"Say it for me, sweetie," cooed Vicky.

"Vicky wins," I said. "Please let me go."

"Ok, I guess you've learned your lesson." She smiled as she climbed of me.

"We still have a round three." Vicky reminded me with a teasing smile.

Michelle looked embarrassed at me and this fueled me with renewed vigor.

I always liked to impress Michelle with my athletic feats and more than once I
had bragged about what I had performed in various sports.

Getting outwrestled by her mom was clearly destroying the image she had of me.

"Come on. At least win this round." Michelle said to me with a voice of
contempt.

Without much choice I prepared for our third round.

Vicky seemed to look forward to make me submit again. However I was now aware
of her tricks and I was confident she would not beat me again.

We circled each other a bit cautiously. Vicky still had a light smile on her
face but she also looked calculated. We both understood that both of us would
give all we had to best the other. The winner would prevail only through
force, not by acquiescence.

I moved forward and attempted to tackle her however she used her forearm to
push my head to the side and avoided my attack.

Vicky and I locked up in a clinch and we struggled to gain control over the
other.

I felt her breasts rub against my chest as she attempted to wrap her arms my
body to rock me off balance.

However I was able to defend and countered with a trip that nearly made her
fall to the sand.

Vicky recovered and suddenly she was able to wrap her arms around my chest and
pulled me tightly against her. I could feel her sagging breasts smash against
my naked chest and her hot breath struck against my face. I gasped in surprise
by her power as she began to rock me off balance.

She managed to force me on one leg and I nearly fell over. With all I had I
managed to stay on my feet, grunting in exertion as I strained my body to
defend her attempt to force me down.

As I managed to recover my balance I then suddenly twisted to my right in an
explosive motion. This caught Vicky completely by surprise and she lost her
balance and fell with her back on the sand.

Smelling victory I pounced on her and straddled her chest.

I attempted to force her arms above her head, however Vicky struggled
fiendishly and I had a hard time controlling her.

A furious look was on Vicky's face as she tried to get me off her.

However I was able to keep her down and kept my position on her chest.

I then seized her wrists and pinned her arms above her head.

"I got you now. I told you I could beat you. " I said barely able to hide my
feeling of victory.

"Is that so young man. " Vicky said with a scary smile.

I had no idea what she did, perhaps I had gotten a bit distracted by thinking
I had her trapped but suddenly in a blur of motion she managed to escape my
hold and the next moment we were struggling for position.

We rolled over the sand both trying to end up on top.

At one point Vicky managed to slither behind me and wrapped her arm around my
neck trying to choke me.

I felt her hot breath against my ear as her forearm was pressing hard against
my windpipe.

She attempted to fall back and pull me on top of her, trying to wrap her legs
around my waist to further immobilize my body and choke me out.

However I was absolutely not going to let that happen.

With all my youthful strength I pried her arm away from my neck and escaped
her legs trying to hold me in place.

Spinning around I now was on top and I seized her wrists to pin her down.

However as I did this I did not pay enough attention to her legs.

In a sudden motion she threw her legs up and snapped them around my neck.

Extending her legs and crossing her ankles, her flabby but strong thighs were
pressing in the sides of my neck while my face was inches away from her
crotch.

I tried to pull free but I only succeeded in losing my balance and falling on
my side in the sand.

Vicky had a wicked smile on my face as she looked me straight in the eyes.

"Poor baby, you are turning a bit red. Care to give up?"

"Ghhhh, no way." I said angry as I tried to break free from the vicious
squeeze of her headscissor.

"Have it your way baby. Vicky laughed.

She then arched her back and extended her legs more, I could feel the pressure
build up on the sides of my neck. With both hands I pulled at her thighs
trying to relieve the pressure. The edges of my vision began to blur and I
realized her legs were stronger then they looked.

At first I did not quite knew what had happened.

I was lying on my back in the sand and Michelle was kneeling next to me with a
worried look on her face.

"Are you okay honey? Michelle asked a bit worried.

"What happened?" I asked confused as I tried to remember what had happened.

"You suddenly spasmed and then went limp." Michelle explained to me.

In a flash I remembered how Vicky had caught me in that headscissor.

Glad to see you are alright honey. Kicking the ass of my daughter's boyfriend
was quite unexpected but a lot of fun." Vicky said teasingly with a big,
triumphant smile on her face.

I looked at Vicky who seemed quite happy with herself and then I looked at
Michelle. She tried to hide it but I clearly could see she was ashamed of me.

The rest of the holiday was without any incident.

However there still remained a certain tension between me and Michelle.

Clearly she was ashamed that I had been defeated by her mom and her image of
me had taken a dent.

I also could not help but notice the triumphant smile Vicky gave me every time
she saw me.