Shirley's Turn by Kirk (EKIRK@aol.com) Shirley shows Kirk that her daughter, Sherry, isn't the only one who knows how to wrestle. It had been four days since Shirley's daughter, Sherry, had humiliated me in front of my wife and Shirley. Shirley's husband was out of town working so my wife and I went over to her house after work to eat supper. During the meal, Shirley brought up the match I had with Sherry. Shirley reminded me she was also going to take a shot at me. Shirley and my wife said Sherry is pretty tough and she made beating me look easy. Trying to save some face, I used the alcohol and I was tired as an excuse. Shirley knew that my job worked 5 AM to 7 PM Monday through Saturday. Tonight was Thursday and I was getting pretty worn down. Shirley asked me how I was feeling tonight and I said good enough to take you. Shirley grinned and said she was hoping to get her chance tonight. Shirley said Sherry had given her some pointers during the week. Shirley said Sherry would be home from work around 10 PM and she would have me beaten by then so Sherry could see her mother's handy work. My wife giggled and said she would love to see her Aunt Shirley try me. Shirley has frosted blonde hair, 5'5" tall and has a voluptuous figure. She certainly didn't look to be almost 40 years old. After supper, we cleaned the table and cleared the living room floor. Shirley was wearing a red tank top, white shorts and barefooted. I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I told Shirley she was biting off more than she could chew and she said I better save my energy for the fight. I started on my knees and told Shirley she would have to also. I remembered how her daughter, Sherry, had used the standing position to kick me in the ground. Shirley agreed and we approached and I grabbed her arms and spun her to the side and took her to the floor with a side headlock. I told her we would go the best two out of three cause she was fixin to lose the first. I didn't really bear down, I just held Shirley's head securely and rested back on her large breasts. I said there was no way I was going to lose to both mother and daughter. Shirley kept squirming but I held on. Shirley grabbed my hair and yanked back violently on my head, she swung her leg up and was only able to get her calf across my forehead. I was doing all I could do not to let her leg slide down my face cause I knew that meant it was scissors time and I wanted to avoid that. Shirley's legs were not as lean as Sherry's, but looked to be as powerful if not more powerful than Sherry's. I had to take one hand from my headlock to push her leg back of my forehead. Shirley started squirming and slipped out from under due to the awkward position fighting off the scissors had put me in. We both turned and faced each other. She looked fresh as a daisy and then she stood up and flexed her legs and said you got lucky this time. I never realized the muscles she had in her legs until she flexed them. I knew I had to stay away from her thighs. Shirley returned to her knees and we faced each other again. We both put out our arms as we closed and I swung her arms to one side again going for the same headlock I had just used. Shirley spun as if she was going to fall into the headlock again but continued spinning and let an elbow fly. Shirley caught me right in the solar plexus. A solar plexis shot is one that knocks the wind out of you, right between the v area of the breast plates. I bent over and was breathing heavy trying to catch my breath. Shirley saw what she had done and hit me in the back with another elbow strike. This time coming straight down with her elbow. Shirley grabbed my hair with both hands and spun quickly to the right pulling my body out causing me to land on my belly face down on the floor. Shirley jumped on my back and put my left arm on top of her left calf. Shirley then folded her left leg catching my left arm between her calf and thigh. Shirley then put her right foot on my right elbow. Shirley was straddling my back on one knee, her left knee, with my left arm trapped in her left leg and my right arm immobilized by her right foot stepping on my right elbow. I had never really noticed before, but my future Aunt Shirley has gorgeous feet and the toenails were painted red tonight. Shirley grabbed my chin with her right hand and the back of my hair with her left hand and twisted my head to the right. This afforded me a very good view of her right foot. Shirley told me to give or she would start pulling back. I was not in unbearable pain but this was uncomfortable. I figured if I could get her off balance, I could roll and knock her off. Shirley then took her right foot off my elbow and put it on the floor just in front of my right shoulder. Now I had an up close look at her gorgeous right foot. The look didn't last long because Shirley used the new foot placement for leverage to rock back pulling on my back. Shirley had my neck twisted and my back going backwards. This was very painful and I immediately yelled my surrender. Shirley let my head fall to the floor and sat on my back and patted my head with her right foot and said "I believe that's one to nothing." Shirley rose to her knees and released my left arm from her left leg. My whole arm had gone asleep from lack of blood flow and had that tingly feeling from my shoulder to my hand. Shirley said you better be glad you made it a two out of three, although I don't think I'll need three to do it. I asked my wife how long had Shirley held me in that face down position and my wife told me at least fifteen minutes. It felt like an hour. We decided to take a fifteen minute break so I could recover. Shirley still looked ready to go and not liked she was giving me a beating. Before we started the second round, Shirley was stretching her legs out and flexing her legs and feet. She would look at me and smile while doing this and just watched me drool. We both got on our knees to start the second round. My left arm was still aching but I still had use of it. We approached and Shirley slipped her legs our from under her butt and kicked me with both bare feet right in the stomach. I thought she was falling backwards from being off balance and moved forward as she moved backward and walked right into the kick. I bent down a little from the kick and Shirley tried to wrap her legs around my head in a front head scissors. I immediately twisted to the right and pushed on the bottom of her calves with my left arm and was able to push her legs away without my head in them. Shirley grabbed my left arm and yanked it hard straight towards her. This pulled me off balance and I had to put my right hand on the ground to keep from falling on my face. Shirley swung her legs up around my left arm and scissored my arm, with her calves across my upper back. Shirley twisted my hand and turned my elbow down into her crotch and then straightened out her legs and I instantly went to the ground face first. I had seen arm lockouts used by martial artists but never in a reverse type. Shirley then moved her calves up and laid them across the back of my head. With my wrist twisted and my elbow pointed down into her crotch, the arm lockout was working and it just happened to be the same arm she had put to sleep in the first round. Every time I would try and get to my knees, Shirley would lock her ankles and really squeeze my arm. Usually this would put me back down in a hurry. Shirley would then unlock her ankles and give me just enough pressure on the lockout to keep me uncomfortable. I had to get my arm out of her legs or I would certainly lose the use of it for the rest of tonight. Finally I managed to turn my wrist and relieve the pressure on my elbow and the hold turned into a scissored arm. I would get to my knees and Shirley would once again lock her ankles and crank down on my arm but this time she didn't have the lockout. Now my arm was not in a great deal of pain but I could not pull it out of Shirley's thighs. Shirley still had a grip on my hand and was still trying to twist my arm back to the lockout position. I asked Shirley if we could pin each other, cause in this position, I could fold her legs over her and get a pin. Shirley said why not and I started bending her legs over her and she released my wrist and grabbed two handfuls of hair and yanked my head to the left causing both of us to tumble onto our sides. I tried to keep rolling to give me some space before I turned and faced Shirley. She was just too quick and caught me with my back to her and pulled my head into her thighs is a classic scissors. Shirley quickly locked her ankles and gave me a burst of power. Shirley's thighs were larger than Sherry's and they covered a lot more of my side neck area. Shirley then grabbed my hair and pulled my head way up between her thighs and secured the scissors. I don't think I could have been any deeper in this scissors. Shirley was perched on her elbows keeping constant pressure and would exert more force when I started to squirm. Looking down Shirley's legs and her crossed ankles and gorgeous feet was more than I could stand and I became rock hard. Shirley hit my cock with her heel and said "somebody likes this position." If she only knew that her red toenail feet were driving me crazy. But just not enough to take my mind of the growing red hot pain that was building in my head. I remembered Sherry saying that I stopped trying to pull her thighs apart and started massaging them when she squeezed. Shirley didn't have to work her thighs around my long before I started massaging and rubbing her thighs. Shirley chided "I think I've got him." Just as I was waiting for the final squeeze that would cause me to surrender or knock me out, the phone rang. My wife answered it and told Shirley that it was Sherry. Shirley took the phone and started to talking to Sherry. Shirley was telling Sherry how she has my head locked in real tight between her thighs and it's just a matter of time before she ends it. Shirley kept moderate pressure on her head scissors while talking to Sherry and would give me a burst of thigh power when I would squirm. Shirley hung the phone up and told my wife that Sherry's car would not start and she needed a ride home from work. My wife told Shirley since she was busy, my wife would go pick up Sherry. Shirley told my wife to hurry because she wanted Sherry to be here for the ending. I had to do something, staying in this head scissors that long would kill me. My wife left to go get Sherry. Shirley pulled her right calf up under my chin and now locked down with a figure four scissors. This was much more painful than the straight scissors, but at least in the figure four I was able to touch her foot. With Shirley's thighs mashing my head from three different directions, I knew it was just a matter of time. Shirley then said she would let me go if I promised to do whatever she said with no questions asked. Shirley then tensed her thighs around my head and told if I didn't agree she would knock me out. I remembered the headache I had when Sherry knocked me out so I agreed to do what Shirley told me. Shirley released my head and it felt like someone had just shot a blast of air into my head. I laid there and Shirley stood up and put her right foot on my chest. Shirley told me to get to my knees. She then flexed her thighs and told me to kiss the thighs that had conquered me. I immediately started french kissing both thighs. They were so smooth and didn't feel like the iron cables that were just wrapped around my neck. Shirley sensed I was getting into kissing her thighs so she grabbed me by the hair and told me to kiss her feet now. She thought this was punishment, but this was what I had been wanting to do since the back bend hold. I eagerly dropped to my belly and started kissing and licking her feet, although I had to act like I couldn't stand this. When I looked up, Shirley was smiling down at me and told me that she wouldn't sit on my face like Sherry did, but she was going to finish me with a standing head scissors. With that Shirley turned away from me and told me to put my head between her thighs. I have to admit, I seriously thought about not doing it, but at least in this position I could look at her feet while getting knocked out. As soon as I had moved my head between her thighs, Shirley grabbed my hair and pulled my head high into her thighs. We were facing the door and my wife and Sherry came walking through as if on cue. Shirley crossed her gorgeous feet and started putting a tremendous amount of force into her thighs. My head felt like it would explode and I was yelling my surrender. My screams fell on deaf ears. Last thing I remember is how gorgeous Shirley's feet looked. I awoke with a pounding headache and Shirley posing with a foot on my chest and Sherry taking a Polaroid picture. Shirley then put her foot and my face with her toes right at my mouth. Once again I acted as though this bothered me. But the truth could easily be seen by the rise in my shorts. Sherry took a couple more pictures and said they need to start doing this more often. That way I couldn't lie when they started a discussion about them kicking my butt. After four aspirins and lying on the floor for about twenty minutes, I was able to get up. I had been totaled beaten by a woman 12 years older than me and I was over a foot taller and weighed twice as much as she did. The more I thought about it I was crossed between being aroused and humiliation. Shirley and Sherry said they were going to have to make this a regular affair. My wife agreed as long as they did not stick my cock in their pussies. My wife said sitting on my face was O.K., but just didn't want it to lead to intercourse. I also agreed because I had to get even, no way could I live with being thoroughly beaten by both mother and daughter, plus the physical contact was invigorating. That was very much in evidence that night during sex with my wife. I saw both Shirley and Sherry every day at my work place so I had to at least get even. The thing I learned was that Shirley was more technical and stronger, but Sherry was more aggressive and meaner. And both have killer thighs. We had many other matches, a couple of which I actually won and I will write them when time permits.